#you can blame this on my friend roman

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army dreamers (kate bush)

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Can you write a college roommate head cannon for miguel O’Hara ( 18+ f!reader)

ik you asked for HCs but I have no self control... my bad, anon!

College Roommate!Miguel O'Hara Headcanons

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: College Roommate!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary: Miguel is your roommate. And he’s hot. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

warnings: 18+ as fuuuck. F-receiving oral, using toys, masturbation, voyeurism (-ish), grinding, praise, service dom (idk?) Miguel, recreational drug use (reader and Miggy smoke a blunt). Minors DNI

a/n: I am a firm believer that modern day Miguel listens to 90s rnb, back when men were men: unabashedly, unashamedly down so fucking bad for their partners. he just gives me those vibes!!

edit: I'm writing a full fic for this! Rigor Mortis, college au fic, read here.

wc: 6k

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I'm thinking you become roommates but he's your last choice. 

Very last minute: you have a big falling out with your now ex-boyfriend, and the plans for flatsharing next semester goes right out the window. 

So all the good places are taken, and you're going apartment-hunting, but everywhere's either too expensive, too dirty, or there's a predatory clause hidden in the lease: shitty landlords and blaring red flags in 9pt Times New Roman. 

When you stumble upon Miguel O'Hara; a student in private accomodation who, lucky you, is in need of a roommate; it feels like a godsend.

Rent is affordable and he's nice enough; refusing to grunt more than a few words to you, but is clean, organised, and from what you can tell, is barely in the apartment. 

You sign onto the lease, desperately, hoping you've just been lucky and trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

You give a thousand mile stare at the blank document in front of you. A bullshit paper due in exactly 12 hours. Yes, you left it until the final stretch, and yes, it's 10k words. Very doable. You're not fucked. Nope.

You blame it on the banging from next door. Paper thin walls; obscene noises. Cries of Yes Miguel and Just like that, daddy have been plaguing you for almost an hour. His stamina must be superhuman, the way the woman in his bed has been howling. Howling may seem extreme, but she sounds like a dying cat: cock drunk and babbling over Miguel O'Hara? 

Your new roommate had been nice enough. Quiet, unassuming, and seemed more than absorbed in his schoolwork. So you didn't expect him to unashamedly fuck the girl he's been tutoring for the past week. It all clicks. The "perfect roommate" turned out to have one teeny tiny little flaw: loud, obnoxious sex, well into the early hours of the morning. 

On autopilot, you're clicking through tabs on your bed. Perhaps you're a prude, but the sex noises are abrasive, excessive, to the point of parody. Persistent, Miguel's low voice reverberates in the walls of your bedroom; making heat pool at the base of your stomach. 

"You want it, hermosa? Tell me…. such a pretty girl… like that?" It's muffled, but his voice is unmistakable. Low, greedy, heavy with want. God, the last time someone's spoken to you like that was… 

You shake your head free of cobwebs. No. You're not rewarding him. You can't . Your roommate is shameless, and inconsiderate, and really fucking annoying . 

The smacking noises increase, coupled with banging on his side of the wall. Resolute, your face hardens. From where you perch on your bed, you slam the wall with the side of your fist. 

"O'Hara! Keep it the fuck down!" 

~~~

He's a biochem major, up to his ass in assignments and he still has time for societies, internships and tutoring. 

The only times he'd be in the apartment really was an impromptu session, and you didn't notice at first, but it became more obvious as the semester went on.

As a so-called tutor, he only seemed to pick the prettiest girls - they would twirl their hair on your kitchen counter and bat their pretty lashes at him when they didn't understand. Favours for a couple of friends, is his only response when you ask. 

It felt like you'd open the door to a new girl every week and you are baffled. Donned in makeup and short skirts, they'd waddle in asking for Miggy, or drop off half-finished assignments whilst craning their head through, trying to catch a glimpse of him. 

The absurdity would make you laugh if it wasn't affecting your sleep. 

Not that he's not absolutely gorgeous, but he's so quiet you would never have thought he had it in him: to have a revolving door of women lining up to lay underneath him. 

This time, her name is Sarah: pretty little thing in Miguel's Advanced Math class.  She perches on a stool, wearing a tight dress that is wholly not appropriate for a tutoring session. She's one of his regulars, if you can call it that, and has been failing for at least 2 semesters. You flash her a smile as you pad through the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a snack. God, she is gorgeous; dolled up for another long session with Miguel, no doubt.

"Where's he gone?" She asks politely. 

You shrug. "I couldn't tell you, sorry."

"It's okay… I'm just a bit stuck." You almost snort and catch yourself. For some reason, you didn't think they actually did any work, merely a pretense for the… cardio later on in the day. 

You glance at her sheet of paper, scribbles in purple pen with large swathes crossed out. Leaning over, you scan the page.

"Right here." You point and she follows with a manicured finger. "You fucked up with this integral and I think… yeah, I think that messes with the whole thing."

Her eyes light up as she follows you, explaining with a piece of cookie hanging out of your mouth. She's definitely smart, just a few little mistakes here and there that you're happy to point out. Thanking you fervently, she rushes to correct it. 

"Ah, it's no problem. I get mixed up with it too." You smile and notice Miguel by the doorway, watching with a strange look in his face. You roll your eyes as you walk past. What a fucking weirdo. 

"Thought I was the tutor?" He croons.

You raise an eyebrow, voice low as Sarah is engrossed in her work. "...I don't want to fuck her, Miggy , if that's what you're worried about."

A little cruelly you push past him, shoulders clashing against one another. Is he smiling ? For now, you blame your perpetual tiredness when you think you catch the hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

~~~

You're a light sleeper, and it all makes for a tired, delirious combo. You sleepwalk through the day, scramble to finish assignments and whilst it's not all O'Hara's fault, you can't help but blame him for a lot of it. 

After you successfully get through one long week, you decide to celebrate. That means a couple hours of mindless hedonism: your favourite movie, greasy food…. and your trusty dildo. Not at the same time, of course. 

Miguel's not home, and he's not tearing down the walls with some other girl, for once, so you decide to treat yourself. 

You've been going through a dry patch, and you'd hate to admit it, but he does sound good through the thin drywall. 

It was a joke gift; given to you by a friend for your birthday. An obnoxiously purple dildo with a suction cup at its base. Aptly named Hugh, due to its - ahem - large stature. Standing tall at 7 or 8 inches, far bigger or thicker than any partner you've taken in the past. Sitting around a small diner booth with your friends and opening the bag to reveal him, had been quite the experience, for sure. 

It wasn't your fault you had gone through a dry spell in the past few months. With work, with school, with relationship issues, you hadn't had the time or energy to sleep around. Not that you were desperate for drunk, lackluster sex, followed by an awkward dance of ubers and shitty coffee in the morning. Like many, you preferred to do it yourself. 

Laptop open, you ease yourself onto the toy, already slick with lube. Prepping yourself with your fingers had been quite the task, tabs open to something on a lewd website. It's cheesy, but you didn't really like the bright lights and plastic of usual porn. The moans felt too fake, the sex devoid of any real passion. So you found a couple of independent creators; couples, mostly; carnal fucking with fervour only borne from real love . It's embarrassing to admit it, but your favourite parts are the little kisses and touches in between, or light laughter after a rough session. As if to say: it's okay and I'm still here. 

On your screen now is a longtime favourite video, a broad man bullying his fat cock into his partner. You can't help but think he looks like Miguel, not as pretty but tan with strapping shoulders, and large hands that wrap around the neck of the girl in the video. 

" F-Fuck," You breathe, sinking down onto your toy. You bet Miguel's palm on your throat would be deliciously rough, and you imagine how he'd fuck the brat out of you like the man on your screen. 

What hadn't occurred to you, however, was that the thin walls went both ways. Whilst you were quieter than many of the girls Miguel brought home, you were fairly shameless with the moans and curses that fell from your lips. Headphones on, you were blissfully unaware that Miguel had slipped into the apartment some time ago. The slap of your thighs to the floor, the desperate whine as you roll your hips over the toy - he can hear it all. 

Miguel has a conscience, so he does feel some amount of shame when he slips a hand down his trousers and presses an ear to your shared wall. He closes his eyes and bites down lusty groans, fisting his cock to your pretty noises. Noises he's been wanting to hear from you for months, now, imagining it was you underneath him instead of his usual partners. 

He times it just right, squeezing around his tip in time with the steady slap just beyond the wall. Are you fucking yourself? On your knees, hands flat on the floor, churning up your insides with a toy… or maybe ass up, dildo attached to something…? He almost cums with that mental image, wondering what you'd look like on your knees for him. Is the dildo as big as him? He knows you, knows you'd want it to hurt - for his cock to stretch out your pretty pussy when he cums deep inside you. 

All things he thinks about with a hand around his cock, and he's already close. But he wants to cum with you, listening intently for the signs. 

" Fuck," Your voice comes out muffled, but it makes him buck up into his fist all the same. " Need it… oh God, I-" 

He speeds up, wondering what it would be like to have your thighs shake underneath him, what it would take to have you babbling and begging for more. How would he break you? Maybe on his cock, where he'd watch you squirm as you take his length. Or on your knees, choking around him and licking up his cum. Or, God, thighs wrapped around his head, riding out your high with his mouth sealed on your clit, crying for him slow down, for him to-

" H-Harder, Miguel, please." 

He releases, sudden and intense, spilling white ropes into his boxers. 

" Fuck, Miguel…"

He fucks his fist through it, overstimulated from the way you say his name. It feels like the only way it should be said; spilling from your mouth, haphazard and desperate. Like honey, like treacle; sweet things he didn't know he had the capacity for. He lets that feeling wash over him, panting, bringing his forehead to rest on cool wall. 

~~~

He's hot. He's smart. He's a whore.

A total blindspot for you, and no matter how much you can't stand him; you still find yourself stealing glances whenever he's home. 

And he does seem to be home a lot more, often choosing to study on the dining table rather than his room. It's like he does it on purpose, using the warmer weather as an excuse to wear tiny tank tops and loose gray sweats - showing off the muscles of his broad back and arms perfectly.

Funnily enough, when he's not around those girls, he's bearable - seems to have grown a couple of brain cells in those short few days between sessions. 

You laugh and joke, sometimes, and he surprises you by suggesting a movie one quiet night. 

He offers you his sweater to snuggle into, you eat your weight in greasy takeout, and your roommate seems like an actually decent guy?? 

You had fallen into an easy routine: O'Hara leaves a flask of coffee for you to snatch up in the morning, hair damp from the shower and all, and you meet him with netflix and instant noodles in the evening. A push and pull that works in the little space - much smoother than your rocky beginnings.

After a truly shitty day, you come home to a quiet apartment. Almost sleeping through an exam, forgetting lunch, missing the bus home, and having to trek back through pouring rain in a thin coat. Everything that could go wrong, did, and you are left with the pieces. You trudge through the living room into the kitchen, the wet squelch of socks on laminate floor haunting every step. Shedding your limp outerwear, you lay the contents of your backpack onto the kitchen counter: clumps of loose paper, the damp leftovers of a textbook, bleeding ink. Your main concern, however, is your laptop slick with rain water. 

With baited breath, you put it on the slab, and press the power button. A click, a stuttering whir, and the screen flickers on. Then, just as strained, it putters off. Dead. Completely dead. Your legs almost give out, and you lean on the counter to steady yourself. Half of your life was there; including the final project that would make up a good chunk of your grade. It takes you everything not to collapse onto the floor right then and there. 

"How was it?" You hear the click of a door and Miguel calls out from the hallway. 

You wince."...F-Fine?" 

You hear footsteps, as he gets closer. "Are you asking or telling me?" 

You clear your throat, desperately trying to keep your voice steady. "Fine. It was fine. I'm just… it was fine."

Back still turned, you fumble around with the wet contents of your bag, hoping he doesn't notice. 

"Long day?" He says warmly, head poking into the kitchen. Haphazardly, you spare him a glance from behind your shoulder. He's dressed in a sweater that fits snug around his chest, rolled up to expose his forearms, and loose sweats. In his hands, he drinks from a cheesy mug - your mug, donning a stupid pun. He looks warm. Cosy. Domestic. For some, reason it makes your heart sink even further. 

Long day? "Something like that." You manage to squeeze out. There's a pregnant pause as he comes closer. Rummaging blindly through a cupboard, you try to hide behind its door. If he sees you like this, now, you don't know if you'll be able to hold it together. 

You close the door, and all of a sudden he's there, mug in hand. 

" Fuck, man- " It makes you jump, as he squints and takes a sip of his coffee. 

"You look… wet." 

"That's because it rained, Miguel." Snapping at him, your tone is biting. You're tired, stressed and in desperate need of a cry, but he is unrelenting in his gaze. 

"Are you ok?" He asks, unfazed. 

There's a lump in your throat and all you can do is nod with a tight expression.  His eyes flicker towards the counter and you shuffle, trying to cover up the mess. And then you watch it happen; initial confusion, a flash of realisation, and then worry; all in the space of a couple seconds. 

Gently, he pulls you aside to inspect the damage. "Mierda. This is pretty bad. You sure you're ok?" 

He's got a hand on your arm now,  The dam breaks and you crumple into tears in the kitchen floor. Of course, he comes with you, rubbing your back as you blubber through the details. 

" Nothing's going right for me… and I've got my final project on there… I'm barely keeping up as it is…" All he does is nod, face tight with something you can't quite name. It must seem pathetic to him, you think, shamelessly crying on the kitchen floor, complaining to your poor roommate. He can't leave you like this, because he's a decent person - but internally, he must think you're going crazy. 

It helps, having him there: a steady presence by your side. Slowly but surely, your tears subside. 

"You could've asked me to pick you up." He hands you some tissues off the counter, and watches as you mop up the tears. "I would've come, if you called."

"I didn't�� I didn't think we were…" You search for the right word. 

"...friends?" He offers, with a small smile. "You think I let just anyone steal my sweaters?" 

"First of all," It makes you laugh, despite yourself. "You offered. And second, I've seen what you do with your friends, and I don't know if I have the energy for it."

"Ouch." Bashful, he rubs his chest like it aches. He sits a little close to you, knocking your shoulders with his own. "I know this girl who's crazy good with computers. I could ask her to take a look, if you'd like? Might not be able to save it but maybe we could recover the files?"

"...I'd like that, to be honest."

"Muy bien ." He leaps to his feet, palm stretched towards you to help you up. "I'll run you a warm bath or something. You're creating a puddle and it's going to ruin my floor."

"Our floor, asshole. I pay rent here, too." 

~~~

You find that you enjoy being around him, and he feels the same. 

You can't help but compare him to your shitty ex who you were planning to move in with: and even with his quirks, Miguel is better in every way. 

There is harmony in your household, for a while, and you almost look forward to coming home to him after class. Almost. 

It doesn't last long, because of course it doesn't. You'd thought you'd come to a tentative ceasefire, able to casually rib and joke with each other - takeout and B-roll movies aside. He leaves you leftovers from food he makes, you turn down your music when he's studying, and he even woke you up the other day when you had slept through your alarm.

Beyond the wall, his music is loud: a playlist you recognise as the one he puts on to (unsuccessfully) mask the noise of his usual late night adventures. Cheesy love ballads, heady RnB that leaks into your own room. You'd rather die than admit his taste in music isn't horrible, but it usually means a long, long night for everyone around. With finals around the corner, there's no way you can let this stand. 

What kind of person does that? Lull you into a false sense of security with Snakes on a Plane and pepperoni pizza? 

Absorbed in your own work, you hadn't even realised he had someone over; let alone was gearing up for obnoxious sex. You'd bang on the wall, but you feel like you guys are past that: crossed a threshold of intimacy that means you can shout at him up close and personal. 

So you stomp over to the hallway, banging at the door to his room. In the short trip there, you've worked yourself into a frenzy. How many times have you told him to keep it down? That it was rude and inconsiderate to flaunt his sex life in your face; to fuck other women so loud you were practically involved? There was something about the little smile he would give you afterwards, when you catch him shepherding his latest out the door in the morning - like he gets off on it, enjoys it, when you react. Even when you think you're over it, he still manages to drive you absolutely crazy. 

“Miguel? Open the fuck up!"

You're still fuming when the door opens with a click, and Miguel appears in the sliver of the doorway. He opens it so that his frame is half swallowed by the door, top half peeking through with a lazy hand in his hair. And of his top half, he's bare from the waist up, black band of his boxers sitting low on his v-line and loose sweats. 

All the wind is knocked from your sails, and you lose your train of thought. 

"Yeah?" 

"I…" You clear your throat. "I don't care who you fuck, but when I'm doing work-" 

"-I'm not." He chuckles. "There's no one here, hermosa. Just me. And you, I guess…"

There's something about the way he says it, lazily, as if it's his first time saying those words - wrapping his tongue around your name to see how it fits. If it fits, how it tastes. His relaxed posture, the way his hair falls…

"You're high." Your brow shoots up. "... you're high!" 

With a finger pressed to his lips, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his room, eyes darting around the hallway. 

"Shhh! You can't-" Now, he gets close, whispering like he's saying something he shouldn't. "You can't tell anyone. "

"I won't." You breathe. His face is serious at first, and then you're both giggling. You've never seen him so carefree, and it's nice to see Miguel walking around without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He's still holding your hand, pressed close, and you see him drag his eyes up and down your figure. "You want do something you'll regret…?"

"...I've got a 9am, tomorrow, I really-" 

"-shouldn't?" He finishes, dragging his hand up your bare arm, pupils blown. He gets up to your shoulders, tucking your hair behind your ear. It's sinful, the way his touch is gentle but gaze heavy - violent in the way he practically eyefucks you. You feel bare, in little sleep shorts and a t-shirt.

He steps back, lounging on his bed, and makes for a half finished blunt by the adjacent window sill. Sighing, you sit by him, sinking into the mattress. He pats you closer, dangerously close, and you comply. One arm curled by your waist, the other brings the blunt up close and you wrap your lips around it. When Miguel brings a lighter to the blunt, you lean into it, knuckles brushing your lips. 

You take a drag, long, heavy, eyes closed. And when they open, you're met with his own. Maybe it's the weed, maybe it's the heady atmosphere, but you swear his eyes are low and deep with lust.

"Good girl." He rumbles, cupping your chin and tracing a thumb to your lips. He separates, bringin the blunt to his own lips before leaning back to pass it to you. As quick as he gets close, he pulls away; leaning back into the expanse of his large bed. And he looks good, head drawn back and the curve of his tan arm drawn upwards. Tufts of hair from his chest, the trail that leads down suggestively - and without inhibition, you basically drool over him. God, there it is. You feel it kick in and let it wash over you. 

His music, long forgotten, blends into your downy haze. You want to sit in his lap, rest your head on his chest. You get it now: if this is the view all those women he tutors get to have, then you finally understand. 

"Come closer, hermosa ." You barely register the nickname, only focused on the way he says it, the delicious way it rolls off of his tongue. You nod, and shuffle closer. His siren song sounds sweeter, somehow, up close. 

You pass the blunt between you both, and watch it dwindle to the last dregs. Lying down next to him, he clutches your hand and takes the butt between his fingers, letting its flames die as you watch. You giggle and his gaze softens.

"I didn't expect this from you." You look up to see an upside-down Miguel, hiding a smile. 

"Expect what?" He drags himself downwards, to rest his head by your side. 

"All…" You gesture vaguely. "This. Don't even think I've been in your room for this long, before."

His room looks exactly how you'd expect it: tidy and modest, a row of trophies neatly lined up on a shelf, a telescope pointing out towards a window. There are posters by his bed; science related, mostly. You tilt your head in the direction of one of them.

"Is this what they see?" You mumble to no one in particular. 

He manages to catch it, sluggish in his response. "...Is this what who sees?" 

"All the girls you fuck." It tumbles your of your mouth, before you can help it. 

He tilts his head too, looking at the poster and you watch the sharp lines of his jaw besides you. Even at this angle, he's so pretty. 

"Huh. I guess they do." 

"It's not very romantic, is it?" You blink, oblivious. Your question is met with a noncommittal shrug. "What was her name last time? Cassie, Clara-something…"

"Katie." He hums. 

"Katie." Ignoring the twinge of disappointment at his quick response, you hope it's the weed and not jealousy that made you pretend to forget her name. 

You sit up on your haunches, tracing the valleys and mountains of his bare chest with a leisurely finger. You try not to notice the way he shivers at your touch. 

"I could hear everything. Every, 'Yes daddy'," You feign a moan by curling your lips into an O-shape. You bring your other hand to your hair, head tilted back with exaggerated movement. "And 'right there, Miggy, right fuckin' there' ." 

Technically, you're making fun of him and laughing, expecting him to follow. But he doesn't, head back and eyes boring into you - only bringing a hand to press yours at his chest. 

"Thin walls, Miguel." You clear your throat, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Too far, probably. "Sorry, shit. I didn't mean-" 

"I hear you too." He says softly. "I heard you, the other day."

Head filled with cotton, it takes a moment for his words to really click. So he elaborates, lacing his fingers with your own. 

"Fucking yourself, hermosa ." He says it lazily, like the vulgarity of the act doesn't register.

Your eyes widen in horror. How much exactly did he hear?

"...and I heard you say my name." 

"It was…. i-it wasn't like that-" Fuck. You can't think straight as it is: and his voice is low and silky, rubbing circles on your hand close to his chest. Even now, he oozes confidence, the steady thump-thump of his heart giving away nothing. 

"Hmmm? Then what is it like?" You blink at him, unable to answer. "You're a hypocrite. You complain about all these women I supposedly fuck, but then-" 

He pulls you closer, so that your lips almost touch his. "-you lock yourself in your room, touching yourself and thinking about your poor roommate. What am I meant to do with you?"

A pause, and in your daze, you can't breathe. For all your theatrics, it's too easy for him - to prod and tease, and for you to chase after him. You move to kiss him, but he grabs your chin at the last second. "Not quite. I want to hear you say it."

"Fuck- " You crumple, hiding your head in the crook of his shoulder. Even in your haze, the nerves bubble up from the base of your stomach. "Fuck me, please , Miguel."

He places a hand on your thigh, leading you to straddle his middle, other hand wrapped around your waist. He grinds your lower half into his, leaning up to bring your lips together. 

He tastes sweet, greedily lapping up your moans in the clash. You're not thinking, not really, lost in the heat of his body, desperate and eager when you kiss. To contrast, Miguel cups your chin, pulling you away for air whenever you sink too deep. Somehow, he still manages to look smug, taunting you with a flash of his little fangs whenever you separate. If you weren't feeling the effects of that blunt, you may have had the means to be embarrassed at how much you want him - needily grinding against him and pawing at his chest. 

It's too slow, too leisurely, like a punishment; and he refuses to give you what he knows you want. Your whines betray you when he finally slips a hand down your shorts. 

"¿Paciencia, hmm?" He grabs a handful of your ass, clothed cock catching on your clit. It rips another moan from you, which he happily swallows with another kiss. "Patience, princesa."

You hump against one another like teenagers, your hands planted by his head for purchase. Hips moving of their own accord, you chase the relief Miguel provides: with his hands kneading your ass, length catching at your clit, and teeth nipping at your bare neck. 

He licks a stripe up your collarbone, soothing the blossoming hickeys with a hum. 

Fuck, how can he be so casual ? You don't know if it's the weed or something else, but he is in his element, hand dipping down your back to graze at your pussy from behind. He hisses when he realises how wet you are, swiping his fingers down your slit and taking them out to pop them in his mouth. 

Now, flushed and face hot with embarrassment, you look up at him with big doe eyes. It makes Miguel feel guilty for stopping you so close to your climax. Beautiful : lower lip hooked under your teeth, plump and swollen and kissable. He'll make up for it later: a promise he whispers into skin. 

"You're soaked." He cups your cheek to press a kiss to your forehead, and all you can do is whine. His gaze dips down, to the swell of your tits in that thin shirt.. 

"What did you think about when you touched yourself?" It's soft, said in the warm press of your bodies; hook-shaped and hazy and you fit like you were made for one another. The thought lingers, plants a dangerous seed that makes you forget that the man underneath you is your roommate : unrepentant whore, Miguel O'Hara. 

"You." You've seen it first hand, he eats hearts for breakfast; and yours is on a platter for him to devour.

He laughs, deep and rumbling, hands resting on your waist. "I know that, baby. You don't have fantasies? Fuck yourself to the thought of someone touchin' you just right?"

Not just someone, him, you think. Your voice dies in your throat at the way he looks at you. "Just… n-nothing really-"

He hums, grinding your hips onto his. "Speechless, I can't believe it. Is this what I need to do to get some fucking peace around here?" 

You roll your eyes, "Don't be a dick, Miguel. When I shout, it's because you deserve it."

"...there it is." Eyes shining, his face stretches into a shit-eating grin. Wide, unabashed, unambiguous. "You back with the living, sweetheart?" 

It makes you laugh, even though you hate to give him the satisfaction. 

"What do you want?" He kneads your thigh and pleasure pools at the base of your stomach. 

You mumble something begrudgingly.

"Hmm? Can't hear you, baby."

Louder, now. "...want to sit on your face, Miguel." 

Lowly, he groans, shaking his head. "Mierda… of course you do."

Expertly, he helps you take your shorts off, dragging the thin material down your thighs. You clambers upwards, wrapping them around his shoulders, watching intently as he kneads the soft skin. It's tentative, at first, and you place your hands on the headboard to perch just above his mouth. 

He licks, diving in with the flat of his tongue: a long upwards stroke that ends with him sucking your clit. Moaning, your hips jump and he chases your pretty pussy up, large palms pushing you back down. He concentrates on your bundle of nerves, lips around your clit like a man on a mission.

And, God, does it feel good; he watches and learns from your every movement, committing your body to memory. His moans vibrate deliciously, tension building at that spot faster than your mind can register it. Then, you clench around nothing, gushing into his mouth whilst he eases you through it. The noises he makes are obscene; one leg off the bed and a hand snaked under his boxers. He's getting off on it; watching you crumple and sob around his tongue. 

And when you begin to move off, thighs sore, he doesn't relent, sealing his mouth on your pretty little hole. 

"Miguel.. fuck-" After your first orgasm, it surprises you when he continues, tongue fucking you with fervour. He presses you close, impossibly close, and your body fights against his ministrations. Heat, everywhere, and it's too much. The haze of the blunt begins to wear off and you are left with biting clarity. You want more of him, deeper; drunk off of just his tongue. 

You card your hands in his hair, and he moans: deep and wanton, with his eyes fluttering shut. He wants to look, to watch you when you cum on his tongue for a second time. Back arched, the curve of your tits peeking through a tiny top, fucking yourself on his face. He wants it hard , wants you to take control and use him to get off. 

"Right there, fuck… "

Like you can hear his thoughts, you press yourself down harder, riding the deep ridge of his nose for relief. Miguel complies and leans into it. He eats you out like a man starved and the carnality of it all brings you to a second peak. You cum once again, legs wrapped tight around his face. Head back, he laps it up readily. 

You separate with a wet pop, and Miguel looks blissful : fucked out and panting, wiping the slick off of his face with a forearm. Exhausted, you lean back onto the mattress beside him. 

"That was…" He searches for the right word, and it's your turn to finish for him. 

"... good. " Scarily good. So good you won't be able to see him around the apartment without remembering what he looks like trapped between your thighs. 

Gently, he turns to cup your cheek and bring your lips to his. It starts off sweet and deepens rapidly, making that thread at the pit of your stomach tighten, again. He grabs your thigh, bringing it closer, and you feel his length poking your stomach. Fuck. 

"You haven't…?" Your hand makes for his trousers, and he stops you. "I want to, Miguel. Want you to feel good too."

His head sinks into your shoulder. "I know, baby, I know. Not like this. Not yet."

You nod, still wrapped up in his arms. You haven't even fucked, and it feels more intimate than it should. 

"You've got a 9am tomorrow." He smiles with a hand underneath his head. 

"I've got a 9am tomorrow," You repeat, sighing. "...and my life is falling apart. I'm failing half of my classes as it is."

He turns to you, lazily. 

"I could tutor you, if you'd like."

…

"That's not fucking funny, Miguel."

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[specialagentartemis]

I get variations on this comment on my post about history misinformation all the time: "why does it matter?" Why does it matter that people believe falsehoods about history? Why does it matter if people spread history misinformation? Why does it matter if people on tumblr believe that those bronze dodecahedra were used for knitting, or that Persephone had a daughter named Mespyrian? It's not the kind of misinformation that actually hurts people, like anti-vaxx propaganda or climate change denial. It doesn't hurt anyone to believe something false about the past.

Which, one, thanks for letting me know on my post that you think my job doesn't matter and what I do is pointless, if it doesn't really matter if we know the truth or make up lies about history because lies don't hurt anyone. But two, there are lots of reasons that it matters.

It encourages us to distrust historians when they talk about other aspects of history. You might think it's harmless to believe that Pharaoh Hatshepsut was trans. It's less harmless when you're espousing that the Holocaust wasn't really about Jews because the Nazis "came for trans people first." You might think it's harmless to believe that the French royalty of Versailles pooped and urinated on the floor of the palace all the time, because they were asshole rich people anyway, who cares, we hate the rich here; it's rather less harmless when you decide that the USSR was the communist ideal and Good, Actually, and that reports of its genocidal oppression are actually lies.

It encourages anti-intellectualism in other areas of scholarship. Deciding based on your own gut that the experts don't know what they're talking about and are either too stupid to realize the truth, or maliciously hiding the truth, is how you get to anti-vaxxers and climate change denial. It is also how you come to discount housing-first solutions for homelessness or the idea that long-term sustained weight loss is both biologically unlikely and health-wise unnecessary for the majority of fat people - because they conflict with what you feel should be true. Believing what you want to be true about history, because you want to believe it, and discounting fact-based corrections because you don't want them to be true, can then bleed over into how you approach other sociological and scientific topics.

How we think about history informs how we think about the present. A lot of people want certain things to be true - this famous person from history was gay or trans, this sexist story was actually feminist in its origin - because we want proof that gay people, trans people, and women deserve to be respected, and this gives evidence to prove we once were and deserve to be. But let me tell you a different story: on Thanksgiving of 2016, I was at a family friend's house and listening to their drunk conservative relative rant, and he told me, confidently, that the Roman Empire fell because they instituted universal healthcare, which was proof that Obama was destroying America. Of course that's nonsense. But projecting what we think is true about the world back onto history, and then using that as recursive proof that that is how the world is... is shoddy scholarship, and gets used for topics you don't agree with just as much as the ones you do. We should not be encouraging this, because our politics should be informed by the truth and material reality, not how we wish the past proved us right.

It frequently reinforces "Good vs. Bad" dichotomies that are at best unhelpful and at worst victim-blaming. A very common thread of historical misinformation on tumblr is about the innocence or benevolence of oppressed groups, slandered by oppressors who were far worse. This very frequently has truth to it - but makes the lies hard to separate out. It often simplifies the narrative, and implies that the reason that colonialism and oppression were bad was because the victims were Good and didn't deserve it... not because colonialism and oppression are bad. You see this sometimes with radical feminist mother goddess Neolithic feminist utopia stuff, but you also see it a lot regarding Native American and African history. I have seen people earnestly argue that Aztecs did not practice human sacrifice, that that was a lie made up by the Spanish to slander them. That is not true. Human sacrifice was part of Aztec, Maya, and many Central American war/religious practices. They are significantly more complex than often presented, and came from a captive-based system of warfare that significantly reduced the number of people who got killed in war compared to European styles of war that primarily killed people on the battlefield rather than taking them captive for sacrifice... but the human sacrifice was real and did happen. This can often come off with the implications of a 'noble savage' or an 'innocent victim' that implies that the bad things the Spanish conquistadors did were bad because the victims were innocent or good. This is a very easy trap to fall into; if the victims were good, they didn't deserve it. Right? This logic is dangerous when you are presented with a person or group who did something bad... you're caught in a bind. Did they deserve their injustice or oppression because they did something bad? This kind of logic drives a lot of transphobia, homophobia, racism, and defenses of Kyle Rittenhouse today. The answer to a colonialist logic of "The Aztecs deserved to be conquered because they did human sacrifice and that's bad" is not "The Aztecs didn't do human sacrifice actually, that's just Spanish propaganda" (which is a lie) it should be "We Americans do human sacrifice all the god damn time with our forever wars in the Middle East, we just don't call it that. We use bullets and bombs rather than obsidian knives but we kill way, way more people in the name of our country. What does that make us? Maybe genocide is not okay regardless of if you think the people are weird and scary." It becomes hard to square your ethics of the Innocent Victim and Lying Perpetrator when you see real, complicated, individual-level and group-level interactions, where no group is made up of members who are all completely pure and good, and they don't deserve to be oppressed anyway.

It makes you an unwitting tool of the oppressor. The favorite, favorite allegation transphobes level at trans people, and conservatives at queer people, is that we're lying to push the Gay Agenda. We're liars or deluded fools. If you say something about queer or trans history that's easy to debunk as false, you have permanently hurt your credibility - and the cause of queer history. It makes you easy to write off as a liar or a deluded fool who needs misinformation to make your case. If you say Louisa May Alcott was trans, that's easy to counter with "there is literally no evidence of that, and lots of evidence that she was fine being a woman," and instantly tanks your credibility going forward, so when you then say James Barry was trans and push back against a novel or biopic that treats James Barry as a woman, you get "you don't know what you're talking about, didn't you say Louisa May Alcott was trans too?" TERFs love to call trans people liars - do not hand them ammunition, not even a single bullet. Make sure you can back up what you say with facts and evidence. This is true of homophobes, of racists, of sexists. Be confident of your facts, and have facts to give to the hopeful and questioning learners who you are relating this story to, or the bigots who you are telling off, because misinformation can only hurt you and your cause.

It makes the queer, female, POC, or other marginalized listeners hurt, sad, and betrayed when something they thought was a reflection of their own experiences turns out not to be real. This is a good response to a performance art piece purporting to tell a real story of gay WWI soldiers, until the author revealed it as fiction. Why would you want to set yourself up for disappointment like that? Why would you want to risk inflicting that disappointment and betrayal on anyone else?

It makes it harder to learn the actual truth.

Historical misinformation has consequences, and those consequences are best avoided - by checking your facts, citing your sources, and taking the time and effort to make sure you are actually telling the truth.

[ofpd]

1st century roman siege of jerusalem dashboard simulator

🐮 barkamtza

why does this shit always happen to me

#oh my goddd the ONE time it seems like people actually wanna hang out with me. #turns out they meant to invite kamtza instead #everyone hates me and i was SO fucking nice i offered to pay for the party #god i'm so pathetic. kms kms kms #they're gonna pay for this i swear #delete later

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📜 zekharya-ben-avkolas

Ok so obv it's not ok to sacrifice a blemished calf but the blemish is just on the eyelid? So maybe it's ok? But also and i don't want people to start going around thinking that it's ok to sacrifice blemished animals. But the thing is that if i don't bar Kamtza will tell the Romans we insulted them and that will be bad probably. And like no one likes bar Kamtza anyway will people really miss him..... but ugh neither of these seem like good things to do i don't feel like it's my place to make a decision about this :/

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🏺neronero

off to war wish me luck! 🇲🇪🏹

🏺neronero

nvm guys. ✡️✡️

🏛 vespasian

my turn lol

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🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport

Hey everyone! These are difficult times, and some friends and I have put together some mutual aid resources for our community to have access to wheat, barley, wine, salt, oil, and wood! More info below the cut. Take care of yourselves! 🫶

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🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport

fuck

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⚔️ biryonei-yerushalayim

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm trying to ask this in good faith, and I hope you can take it that way. how can you possibly defend burning our grain stores. I understand that you want to radicalize more people but you're taking things too far. Jerusalem's blood is on your hands.

anon, what you need to understand is that the blame for the carnage in jerusalem lies primarily in the hands of the roman invaders and secondarily in the hands of the rabbis for refusing to resist. would you have told the hashmonaim not to resist their oppressors by any means necessary? just because this is getting inconvenient for you doesn't mean we shouldn't be doing it. it's frankly offensive that you'd imply that we, the defenders of jerusalem, should incur any blame for her current state.

#biryonim.answer #grain storage discourse

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🛡 goel-yisrael

did anyone else see the "zealot blocklist" going around lmaooo

#how do these liberals expect anyone to take them seriously #do they not have anything better to do.

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ughh why is my servant so incompetent! i deserve the best flour why doesn't he get it...

stopbeingpoor

ykw i'll go get some myself. i'm desperate at this point i gotta do something

stopbeingpoor

EWWWW update: i stepped in something NASTY. this is why i don't fucking go out oh my god im gonna die

stopbeingpoor

gonna throw my gold & silver away for the good of the peasants or whatever it's not like it's any use to me when im literally dying -_-

📚 stammaim

lmao look at this it's exactly what yehezkel was talking about! ur gold won't save you!

#yehezkel #marta b. baitos

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🕎 yalla-hapoel

🌿 amicus-iudaeorum asked:

Hey, love your posts! They're very informative about the Jewish perspective on this war. I'm just wondering whether you condemn the actions of the zealots? I don't really feel comfortable following someone who supports that.

are you fr.

#if youre seriously concerned about this idt this is the blog for you i fear

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📖 ben-zakkai

⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️ lol

🛡 goel-yisrael

? what does this mean

🗡 abbasikkara

dw about it bestie

🛡 goel-yisrael

ok 💗 yay 💗

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👩🏽‍🌾 discoursedumpblog

I've compiled a list of some of the most rabid zealots on this website. Remember, don't engage, just block and move on.

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🏛 vespasian

some jew got an audience with me & called me king (im literally not lol thats so disrespectful to the actual king + if i was king then he shouldve met w me much earlier??), i think i should kill him

🏛 vespasian

AND my shoe is being so annoying. horrible day 👎

📖 ben-zakkai

omg just came across this old post

🏛 vespasian

OMG sorry i don't mean it anymore 🙏

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🫒 a-simple-yid

yirmiyahu tzadak...

#not to pretentiously quote tanakh but literally like. #hashiveinu hashem eilekha venashuva hadeish yameinu kekedem.

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[omgthatdress]

Just a little considerations for those still grieving Liam Payne

So, right now, you are probably still lost in some very real grief over someone you never met but has still been a major part of your life since you were thirteen. You feel like you've lost an extremely close friend. It's hard to imagine your life where he isn't somehow present.

I know all this because felt the exact same way seven years ago when Chester Bennington died by suicide. And I do have a little bit of wisdom to share with you all right now, wisdom that I really wish I didn't have.

First of all, it's okay to be sad. To cry. To feel like shit and wish this had happened to someone else, someone who deserved it. Give yourself the time and space to feel all that because it's the only way you can start to move on. Feeling sad is only a problem when, months later, you simply CAN'T move on. That's depression, and that's when you should seek professional mental health treatment.

Secondly, there aren't going to be ANY easy answers in this. Right now a lot of people are looking for fingers to point, people to blame, and even finding conspiracy theories that Liam was murdered. While it may be initially comforting to fall into the idea that Liam didn't do this to himself, he was murdered for some reason (usually because he was going to expose a pedophile ring of some sort), conspiracy theories are always wrong and will NEVER give you the satisfying answer you want.

It was Liam's decision to step out onto that balcony, and his alone. It is no one else's fault. Accepting that is incredibly hard to do, but it is ultimately what will grant you the most peace.

As for what lead up to that, well, there's a lot. Fucked up celebrity deaths are kind of my Roman Empire, so while I never knew Liam, I DO know a lot about what leads up to huge, terrible tragedies that play out in the tabloids in extremely ugly ways.

Becoming famous at a really young age is an incredibly mixed bag. While you do get to live out this shit 99% of people on earth can only dream of, it does mean you often find yourself at 30 with a career that's basically over. A lot of young celebs simply don't know what to do with themselves once the fame and adoration has dried up, and the answer is usually to do an absolute fuck ton of drugs.

Drug and alcohol abuse changes your personality. I know this from personal experience. Someone very close to me developed a serious problem with alcohol, and turned from a kind, funny, wonderful person to someone nasty, abusive, and resentful. Someone I didn't recognize at all. While I and my person were very lucky that they were able to quit drinking, not everyone is so lucky.

Liam deserved better. He was so young and he still had ample opportunity to turn his life around. But he made one terrible decision, and now he's dead, and there simply is no changing that.

So what do you do? Remember him, and love him. Be grateful for the joy that he brought into your life. Sing his songs, and stay close to the friends you made because of him. The fact that you are so fucking sad right now is a beautiful thing, because it only shows how deeply loved Liam Payne really was.

[starlightsreigns]

don’t hurt yourself | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie's past the point of understanding. she wants to burn the world down with him in it... and she just might word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. explicit language. | three ; anger “Who the fuck do you think I is?”

Beautiful man, I know you’re lying

Malice fills me down to my core. 

The sun rose over the horizon as I watched it from the dining room table. For days now, I’ve kept the revelation to myself, letting it eat me alive. My legs bounced slowly but stopped when I heard Roman coming down the stairs. His face makes me look away. I can’t look at him anymore, this isn’t the man I fell in love with — he’s a stranger I sleep beside every night. 

“Hey Mel, what you doin’ down here?” His voice is hoarse from sleep. 

I can’t find a response and my eyes can’t meet his. So, I continue to stare out at the sunrise. 

“Baby, what’s going on?” Roman moves towards me. 

“Nothin’, I just can’t sleep.” My words cold. “Ain’t you going to the gym?” 

He’s in his workout clothes, as usual, ready for an early morning workout that I’m certain isn’t happening in the gym. Roman used to workout in our home gym, but for months now he’s been going to some random gym that he says is better —  as the fool, I once believed him, but now I know that’s not the truth. 

“I’ll pick us up some breakfast?” 

Finally, I turn to look at him, “Don’t bother,” 

I turn away from him. Roman doesn’t say anything else. He waits for a moment then leaves. Once he’s out of the garage, I fling my robe off and run out the front door towards Alyssa’s car that’s parked a few houses down. 

“Mellie, is this really what we’re doing? You saw the message.” Alyssa says but puts the car in drive anyway. “You think he’s going to that girl's house?”

“I don’t know, but we have a home gym, Aly, he has to.” 

The ride is quiet, and twenty minutes long. We pull into a neighborhood and my stomach turns. Alyssa glances at me, keeping her distance from Roman. When he pulls into a driveway, she parks down the road. The silence in the car makes the pit in my stomach grow larger. 

“Mellie,” Alyssa whispers but she stops. “I don’t know what to say.” 

I don’t blame her. We wait and watch as Roman sits in the car for a while. When he opens the door, Alyssa and I lean up with wide eyes. The front door of the house swings open and a pretty woman steps onto the porch with a grin. Her long black hair flows down her back, the sun gives her the prettiest glow. 

“She’s pretty,” I whisper. Roman walks up and hugs her tightly. “I’m gonna throw up.” 

My eyes shift down to my lap just as Alyssa gasps. I look up quickly as the front door closes then look over at my friend. She shakes her head sadly with her eyes closed. 

“I’m so sorry, Mel.” Alyssa sighs. 

A tear and then another hits my cheeks, “Me too.”

Yet, I’m not sure what this feeling in my body is. 

Before I can think about it, I’m out of the car and marching towards the house. Alyssa nearly draws blood when she sinks her fingernails into my arm. I barely feel the pain as I stare at the house in silence. My vision blurred from the tears that are falling harder now. 

Alyssa pulls me closer to her, “Don’t do this, Mellie. This isn’t who you are.”

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself, try not to hurt yourself

The dining room table is my new favorite spot in the house. Now, I sit at the head with a baseball bat between my legs. My legs bounce up and down slowly, flinching softly when the garage opens. There’s a knot in my throat that travels down to my stomach. I’m filled with intense nerves, but my rage overtakes that. I can feel the heat on my skin that burns to the touch. 

My eyes slowly drift to the chair to my left where my wedding dress sits. My breathing slows as I reach for it, but stop when the door opens. 

“Mel,” Roman calls out. He takes a few steps and then stops right behind me. “You been sittin’ here the whole time, baby? What’s your dress doin’ out here?” 

What words can I find? I wait for him to walk around so I can see him — and that’s when all the air in my lungs is expelled. My hand grips around the bat tightly as I take a deep breath. If I could knock his head off his shoulders and not go to jail I would. I’m willing to take the jail time.

“How was the gym?” My voice is so low I can barely hear myself. “It must’ve been a long, intense workout.” 

Roman nods slowly, “Yeah, I did cardio.”

That finally sets me off. Pushing my chair back with so much force that it tips over, I set the end of the baseball bat on the glass table. Roman’s eyes widen at the sight and he takes a subtle step back. My chest rises and falls to keep me from falling into a panic attack. 

“Do you take me for a fucking idiot, Joe?” I yell. “Who’s the bitch?” 

He gives me a stupid look, a look that confirms what we both know. In reality, the dumb look pisses me off even more. My hand shakes as I slowly lift the bat.

“Baby, please…” Roman begs. 

Without a second thought and filled with rage, I snatch the baseball bat and plunge the end of it into the dining table, watching it shatter, bits falling around my feet. But, it’s not enough. Roman tries to walk towards me, but I raise the bat again. The end of it is practically against his cheek. He’s frozen in his spot and my hands shake. 

“Get the fuck away from me, bitch.” My own scream almost scares me. “Answer me, am I fucking idiot?”

Roman shakes his head. I press the bat into his face as a tear falls down my cheek. He tries to reach for it again and I swing the bat against his arm. 

“Move.” I grit my teeth.

It’s a blur in my mind as I smash anything in my sight. His voice is in the background, pleading for me to listen, to stop, to understand, but my heart’s taken off and that bitch is broken. 

Every single broken object in the house doesn’t help. There are reminders of all the good times and I never want to see them again. 

The bat hits the ground with a loud clank. I take a step back with a deep breath. My eyes stare down at the glass-covered ground, not looking up when his feet move towards me, crunching everything finer. Regret now sits in my chest — this wasn’t what I wanted to do, but my heart overtook my head.

“Mellie, I’m so sorry.” He pleads, trying to catch my eyes. 

My eyes see red again. His apologies only fuel more anger in my body. The white wedding dress falls into my line of vision and I push past him and grab it. Right under it sits a box of matches. 

“Melody,” His voice shaking. 

I can’t hear anything past the buzzing in my ears. By the time I’m in the backyard and dosing the dress with propane from our grill, everything is numb. 

A match sits between my shaking fingers, “I don’t remember who I was before all of this pain.” I murmur under my breath then let the match fall onto the dress. 

Flames engulfed the dress immediately. I take a step back and watch my marriage go up in flames. I turn to look at Roman who stares at the dress in shock. 

“You can clean this up and leave me the fuck alone,” I mutter. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You don't love me deep enough, we not reaching peaks enough

My legs feel like jelly on the walk up to our bedroom. There’s a hollowness spreading inside of me, but my legs carry me all the way to the bed and I stay there, frozen — numb. 

Is this not what I wanted? I wished I stayed in the unknown; you know what they say, ignorance is bliss. Having it all out in the open only made this harder. 

When Roman comes into the room, I shut my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed in silence for longer than I can remember. So much so, that I start to doze off, but I’m pulled back to reality when he starts talking.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Mellie, I don’t know what words will undo all of this.” He starts. “Nothing I say can change this, but I love you, and I knew better and it was eating me up inside, I don’t wanna lose you, Mel. You might never forgive me, but baby believe me, I’ll do everything in my power to fix this. I can’t lose you.” 

Tears spill over the side of my face, but I remain stoic and away from him. 

“I want you to leave, I can’t look at you, I can’t believe, and I don’t want to believe you.” 

I finally sit up on the bed to look at him. His eyes are red and tears fall from his eyes, but nothing in me changes. I’ve met every single thing I’ve said to him. My love just isn’t enough to overpower the hate I have in my heart for him. 

“You need to leave.” My voice is stern, but it shakes. 

Something in me is fighting. My love for him won’t go away overnight, but the resentment will live forever if I stay.

Roman doesn’t move. Finally, I take a deep breath and stand. 

“If you won’t leave, I will.” 

You ain’t married to no average bitch, boy

Roman stands in my way, “Mellie, please.” He begs. 

“Why the fuck are you begging me right now, Roman, I didn’t hurt you. You hurt me and now I have to stay?” I step back. “I don’t what to know why you fucked that random bitch and I don’t want to understand anything you say.” 

“Mel, I promise I’m not sleepin’ with her no more.” 

My eyes fixated on his, “I saw you. Today, I saw you with her this morning.”

He hesitates for a moment then nods, “I ended things with her, Mellie, I swear I ended shit with her but she kept calling and texting and I went over there to tell her to stop.” 

“That’s why you was hugged up with her?” I laugh bitterly. “You really think I’m fucking stupid, shit.”

Roman takes a step forward, “No, I don’t know why I did that, but baby, I ended everything with her.” 

His eyes pleaded with me and I could see the truth deep down, but it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be enough.

“I don’t care. You thought that shit was okay to do in the first place.” I point my finger at him. “So, I’m not gonna tell you again, get the fuck out of my way and let me go or I swear to God I will hate you for the rest of my life.” 

After a moment of staring into my eyes, Roman steps back with a small nod. 

“I’ll go if that’s what you want.” 

“That’s what I want.”

this is your final warning, you know i give you life...

Downstairs, I sit on the edge of the couch. There’s an emptiness inside me I’ve never felt before. Roman cleaned up the glass, but there’s a part of me that can see the destruction everywhere. This doesn’t feel like my own home anymore. 

Roman comes down the stairs with a suitcase and a duffle bag. My heart falls at the sight, but all I can do is get up and meet him at the front door.

“Mel, I love you, I’m so sorry.” He pleaded while I opened the door. “Can we work on this, baby?” 

My eyes overlook the evening sky, “I can’t stop picturing you and her. I can’t do this.” I take off my wedding rings and hand them to him. “Goodbye, Roman.” 

There’s an air that sits between us as he stares at the rings in his palm. Roman lets out a breath and walks out the door. I slam it shut behind him before he can turn and say anything else. I can’t look at him again, it’s the most painful thing I’d ever have to do in my life. 

And yet, I still contemplate how I can leave him behind forever when my heart refuses to let him go for good.

“If it’s what you truly want … I can wear her skin over mine. Her hair over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us. Immortalized … you and your perfect girl.”

i appreciate your patience as i dealt with life, but im back!!!! i hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter. hope you caught a little hit for the next chapter ;) this is my (third) FAVORITE song on the album.

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[raya-hunter01]

Sky's Limit

Sky's Limit

Roman Reigns X OC (Sky)

Dwayne Johnson(The Rock)

Seth Rollins X Becky

Rating: 18+ Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, breaking up, threesome

It’s Sky’s first WrestleMania as Roman’s wisewoman and she’s a nervous wreck. What happens when going in search of her boyfriend reveals a stinging betrayal? A betrayal that threatens to break her but her best friends Roman and Dwayne remind her that she is the prize? Can Sky accept that she is worth it and let Roman and Dwayne worship her or will she push them away?

This was requested by @isabella-2025 Thank you for this challenge, and I hope you like it.

WrestleMania Night 1

Sky's POV

It’s night one of WrestleMania and I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off, so it was nice to finally sit down and catch my breath, but I couldn’t stop fidgeting.

“I’m so nervous right now, especially since it’s my first WrestleMania appearance. I don’t want to mess this up tonight.”

“I’mma need you to calm down, breathe, and answer my question, Mama.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

 “Are you gonna grab a drink with us tonight?” My best friend Dwayne asked as I sighed. “I don’t know what Seth has planned.”

“Well bring him along, we won’t bother him. We just wanna hang out with you.” Roman said handing me a water. We were having our last creative meeting for the match later on tonight.  

Our COO Paul Levesque, making his presence felt unnerved me even more. Where the hell was Seth’s ass?

“Alright Sky, I need you to really be on it tonight. We got Heyman coming back in a few weeks and we really want to drive this home that you’re Roman’s wisewoman. This will setup you both trying to stop Solo and the new bloodline while Roman is on his break.”

“I got you; I’m on it….Talk my shit tonight,” I said smiling at Roman as he winked at me. Ok, I’m not gonna lie, he’s my friend but damn he’s a fine piece of man….. I mean I do have a man but I ain't blind.

“Where is Seth?” Dwayne asked as I checked my phone. “I have no clue.” Seeing Cody come in and take a seat made my irritation grow. “Sorry I’m late, my autograph session went over a few minutes.”

“You’re good, we really just started.  We’re still missing Seth.” Paul said somewhat irritated, and I couldn’t blame him. We were due to go on in about two hours and he was nowhere to be found.

“I’m sorry ya’ll, let me call him.”

I tried but after two rings it went straight to voicemail. “What the hell? Did he just ignore my call?” I whispered as Dwayne leaned over. “Everything good, Mama? Do you need a few minutes?” he asked as I shook my head.

“Yea, let me go see where he is. His autograph session was earlier, he should have been here,” I muttered excusing myself feeling dread in my spirit. What was going on? Moving through the crowd of people i smiled. Tonight was a big night for us all but i needed to find my boyfriend.

After checking several places and getting no luck I decided to check his dressing room. I swear sometimes he be moving funny. I chalk it up to the fact our relationship is still fairly new but why would today of all days you turn your location off?

Rounding the corner to his dressing room I heard distinct moaning sound. "What the fuck," I whispered listening at the door.

“Quiet, or I’ll make you be quiet,” I heard Seth groan as I heard a distinctive Irish accent. “Mmm, I’m sorry baby.”

Becky? No…It’s not her…Not my best friend…She wouldn't do that.

I felt my anger building as their moans bounced off the walls. Opening the door, I stepped in seemingly in a daze wanting to see it for myself. I needed to be sure.

“I’m almost there. Such a good girl for me, Becky, I love you,” Seth cooed. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t realize I was even in the room watching them.

“We have to hurry up, before she comes back,” Becky groaned as I felt my world crumbling.

“Nah, take your time and finish,” I said slamming the door as they jumped apart.

“What the hell you’re doing Sky?” Seth yelled as Becky jumped up trying to put her clothes on.

“I think I should be asking you that!” I screamed as Becky tried to come towards me.

“It’s not what you think? We were just talking.”

“Don’t come near me or I will snap your fuckin’ neck. Just talkin’ my ass, looks like my boyfriend’s pencil dick was one inch up in your passed around pussy to me.”

“I’m so sorry, Sky.”

“You don’t owe her nothing, least we ain’t gotta hide no more, Becks.” Seth said as I scoffed. The arrogance as he put back on his pants pissing me off.

“Fuck you, Seth! Just stay away from me…Both of you,” I hissed turning on my heels storming out of the room. I knew something was off these last few weeks, but I pushed it to the side.

"Damn me for not seeing it."

 The only reason I didn’t raise hell, and beat both their asses, was the fact we were at work, and I worked too hard for this moment. I wasn’t going to let them take it away from me.

Paul didn’t play that shit; we all would’ve been suspended on the spot and it isn’t worth it to me…I worked too hard for this…Not today, Satan…

“Sky, come back here!” Seth shouted hot on my heels as I sped up. “It’s done! You cheated, and I’m done with you. It’s all good, just leave me alone, Seth.”

“I know you ain’t mad, Sky? What did you think was gonna happen, it’s been four months and you ain’t fucking me.”

“You told me you understood that I wanted us to take it slow. You know what? Just Leave me alone Seth,” I said walking faster, just trying to find somewhere to be alone.

“No, listen to me!” Seth roared grabbing my arm as I pushed against him.

“Let me go, Seth.”

“You had to know I was fuckin’ somebody else. Look at me and look at you, like you ain’t even my type anyway, you're too plain."

"Seth, you can stop now," I whimpered trying to not go off and remain strong.

"Sky, I tried to give this a chance, but I have needs and you weren’t meeting them, Becky was!” he yelled as I felt exposed, our coworkers were stopping in the hall to watch the scene before them.

“Well, she ain’t getting much in that department, inch worm. Hate to tell you but she's faking that shit." The chuckles from the crowd that had gathered setting him off as he growled.

 I saw out the corner of my eye Nattie run off and I couldn’t help but pray she was going to get some help because these other fools were just watching for entertainment.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me clown and apparently, I was right to not sleep with you. You’re fucking my best friend jackass! I mean pardon me for wanting to get to know a person before I spread my legs to them!” I screamed, getting angry all over again.

“And she’s good too.”

“If she so good, why you are following me, there she is,” I said pointing at Becky as she looked embarrassed. “Sky, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t talk to me bitch, the only reason I ain’t beating your ass and his is because I earned this moment and this bullshit ain’t gonna take it from me. I’m not about to get suspended and lose something I worked hard for.”

“Sky, Nattie came and got us, what’s the problem?” Roman asked as I pulled away from Seth and went to stand beside Dwayne, who pulled me close as I fought to keep my eyes on the ground.

“Nothing, goin’ on brotha, just talking to my girl.”

“Ex-girl,” I countered as Seth tried to push pass Roman. “Come here, Sky.”

“Aye, you've done enough, ain’t you embarrassed? I’m embarrassed for you? You just lost the best thing that ever happened to your dumbass.”

“No cause’ I know I made right decision, Roman…She was never good enough for me?” His words stung, he truly felt I wasn’t good enough for him.

“You got that right…She’s too good for you, always been,” Dwayne said stepping to Seth.

“Ah! There you go big man!  Always wanting things that’s mine, both of you. I hate to tell you, her legs locked at the fuckin’ knees, you ain’t gettin’ none,” Seth joked as Roman held Dwayne back.

“Just give me two minutes,” Dwayne growled as Roman shook his head. “We handle it, later,” he whispered as I pulled on Roman’s arm gently. “Can we go please?” I whispered to them both, feeling myself about to lose it, but I didn’t want to cry in front of everyone.

“Sure, we gotchu, baby girl,” Roman whispered before giving Seth one final look. “Stay away from her or it’s gon’ end bad for you,” he growled as Seth seemed shook but tried to play it off.

Roman’s POV

“I can’t believe this fool,” Dwayne said opening the door for Sky. “I’ll be back.” Before we could respond Sky ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Hearing her soft cries broke my heart. “Man, now what? This is a shit show; can you believe him?” I asked as Dwayne seemed deep in thought. “We handle business and keep it professional…Then after, we take her out and we go from there. He's a non-issue now.”

“Easier said than done cause' I wanna beat his ass."

"We keep an eye on him during the match and we talk to her later on and lay it all out."

"We can’t tell her what we were going too, now,” I hissed sitting down. How do you tell your best friend you think her ex who was once your best friend is a piece of shit and didn’t deserve her. How you want to show her how she should be treated by a man.

“Is she alright?” Paul asked, coming inside as I shook my head.

“No, she’s not and I don’t even know if she can go out there tonight. It’s a lot,” I said as Dwayne agreed.

“Yea, maybe we can just do this one alone. She ain’t ready to be out there with all this going on.”

“Yes, I can,” Sky said wiping her eyes coming to sit down beside me.

“You sure, Sky? We wouldn’t blame you baby girl if you needed some time.”

“Roman, I earned this spot, and he’s not going to take it from me. I am your wisewoman and damn it tonight I’m going to be the best wisewoman I can.. I promise I can handle it,” I said as Paul smiled at me.

“Ok, I just wanted to be sure.” he said giving Sky a hug. “Meet me in 15 mins so we can finalize everything,” he said leaving.

“Sky-”

“Can we talk about it later, I just want to do the show and worry about this mess later,” she said with a look of determination. "Yea, anything you want, Mama,” Dwayne assured her as she got up to touch up her makeup.

The main Event

Word had spread fast as to what had happened, Cody had even approached us in Gorilla upset. “You sure you’re ok, Sky?” He asked as she nodded, welcoming his embrace. Why the fuck he touchin’ her?

“I’m ok, Cody.”

I rolled my eyes before I knew it. I couldn’t help myself.  “Damn politician,” I whispered as Sky looked at me confused.

“Keep it professional out there or there will be hell to pay Rollins,” Paul warned before Roman, and I headed into the stadium.

Sky’s POV

Feeling the crowd on a stage that big was amazing. Roman seemed unfazed as we walked through the orchestra playing his music and the crowd going wild.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of beating Seth was in for as Roman helped me in the ring and we waited on Dwayne, his entrance shocking the crowd. “Ok, the fire is cool,” I whispered as Roman smiled at me.

“I know right,” he joked as we shared a quick laugh.

 I had a front-row seat to the drama unfolding. Seth's face reddened, his jaw tightening as he shot Roman an angry glare as he got closer and closer to the ring.

“Yea, this is not going to end well,” I muttered pacing in front of Michael and Pat as Seth finally entered the ring and went to stand on the middle rope looking down at me.

Almost taunting me as I shook my head. “You know you can’t ignore me sweetheart!” The wink he threw my way after he blew a kiss made my stomach turn.

“Let’s go my tribal chief!” I yelled clapping, getting into the zone as Seth seemed angry, I wasn’t paying him any attention. “You can’t ignore me, beautiful!” he yelled as Pat looked at me with worry only relaxing when I mouthed, I was ok.

“Seth is trying to get the Wisewoman’s attention, but she is focused on this match, Cole.”

“As she should be, if Roman and Rock win, it’s bloodline rules tomorrow for Cody vs. Roman.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, and you took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.

Seth was a tornado of rage in the ring, his movements erratic and unpredictable. I could see the anger in his eyes, but Roman and Dwayne remained calm, a well-oiled machine of strategy and power.

When Cody was finally down, you could feel the anticipation in the air. Roman tagged Dwayne, and the crowd went wild as he came in fists flying as Seth tried to fight him off.

“Punk ass bitch!” Dwayne yell throwing Seth outta the ring as the ref tried to hold him back. “That’s enough Rock!” The ref yelled as Dwayne paced.

“Get it back in the ring, Seth!” The ref yelled as Seth held his hands up freighting innocence gathering himself as our eyes met. “Come to me,” Seth hissed, walking towards me.

“Get away Seth!” I yelled, accidentally tripping over my heels and falling to the floor, grabbing my ankle in pain as he laughed.

“Oh no! Sky’s in trouble, I know Rollins isn’t about to do this!” I heard Cole yelling.

“He better not! Aye, get back in the ring Rollins! He can’t curb stomp the wisewoman!” Pat yelled as I crawled to my knees trying to stand, as Seth chuckled getting a running start preparing to launch himself, “Wanna bet!”

I closed my eyes bracing for impact, but nothing came. Opening my eyes, I saw Seth’s body fly over my head landing on the announcer’s table with a loud thud.

“Not on my watch bitch!” Roman yelled as Seth writhed in pain on the announcer’s table. “You ok, baby girl?” he asked suddenly by my side helping me up.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I whispered trying to keep up with what was happening right now as Dwayne was going nuts pulling the monitors off the announcer’s table before jumping up there and rock bottoming Seth through the table.

“Finish it Roman!” I yelled pointing at Cody getting back into character as Roman slid back into the ring, ran the ropes before delivering a spear.

“All hell has broken lose out here Pat!”

“Sky is the only one standing right now..This is crazy.”

“Cover him Roman!” I yelled slapping the mat as Roman finally covered Cody. The crowd, on its feet counting with the ref was a beautiful sight as Dwayne struggled to get up.

 I hate he hurt himself trying to protect me, but I felt a sense of relief as the bell rang and he slid back in the ring to celebrate with Roman.

“Bloodline rules tomorrow! Welp, sorry Seth it just wasn’t your night I suppose. Nothing personal Cody, it’s just business, I promise,” I said into the camera with an innocent smile.

“Sky is obviously relieved, Roman and Rock kept their word. It’s Bloodline rules tomorrow!” I heard Pat screech excitedly as Roman beckoned me with his finger. “Get in here,” he smiled as I bit my lower lip slipping under the bottom rope.

“Did you ever think night one would end like this…Reigns…Rock victorious!”

“It’s been a hell of a night Cole and if Sky has anything to say about it, Roman is walking out the Undisputed champion tomorrow night.”

Fireworks began to go off as we celebrated in the ring to end night one of WrestleMania.

Hotel Bar

Sky’s POV

“Are you good, you’ve been quiet since we left the building,” Dwayne asked rubbing my arm as I sipped on my ginger ale.

“I’m fine, ya’ll….I promise.”

“No, you’re not, so stop pretending. Your dipshit of an ex cheated and with your best friend. It’s ok to feel shitty about that,” Roman said as I felt my heart ache.

“Why did he do it?” I couldn’t stop the tears welling in my eyes. “Cause’, he’s an idiot. Don’t cry beautiful,” Dwayne whispered as I shook my head. “I’m not b- beautiful, that man stood in that hall with my best friend and told me I wasn’t good enough for him.”

“That’s his fuckin’ loss not yours. You’re beautiful, Mama.”

“You have to say that, Dwayne. You both do cause' your my friends.”

“You are so beautiful; and you don’t even realize it. That makes us love you even more,” Roman whispered caressing my face making me look at him.

“What?”

“Sky, you deserve the world and even if it’s just for tonight we want to give it to you. Show you how a man should worship a beautiful woman.”

“W-We- Roman, what are you saying?” I asked almost afraid of the answer. “I’m saying, I’m crazy about you, so is my cousin and we’re tired of pretending.” You could cut the tension with a knife.

“Dwayne is that true?” I asked, my heart racing.

“I know I’m not around a lot, so I never approached you about how I felt but yes, It’s true.”

“Am I that dense.”

“No, we just hid it well…Look, we both just want a chance to show you what it feels like to be worshipped because you deserve it. And while all three of us together would be a one-time thing…I have to tell you, I want more, Sky….. I always have.” Roman’s confession making the room spin…. He wanted more…He wanted me.

“I don’t know what to say to all this.” Seth long forgotten now.

“Say we can show you what you deserve,” Dawayne whispered sending chills down my spine as I nodded releasing the breath I was holding. Throwing caution to the wind, Roman leaned over, his lip ghosting across mine.

“Say it, Sky, I wanna hear you say we can have you, baby.”

“Y- You can have me,” I sighed melting into Roman as Dwayne pulled his wallet and paid the bill. The elevator ride to his penthouse suite seemed to take forever as Roman seemed to pick up on my nervousness.

“We got you, baby girl,” he whispered capturing my lips in a searing kiss as I melted feeling his hands and Dwayne’s lips on my body. Relentless in their pursuit to drive me crazy only stopping when we reached our destination with a ding.

“Lord have mercy,” I moaned against Roman’s lips as I felt Dwayne smile against my neck. “You’re in for a treat lil Mama,” he whispered as we stepped out the elevator, casually strolling up to his door.

“Ladies first,” Roman growled smacking me on the ass as I blushed walking into the suite.

The room suddenly beginning to spin as Roman and Dwayne seemed to be working in sync, “Ya’ll done this before?” I gasped as Roman chuckled gently kissing my shoulder, slipping the straps of my dress down. “Nah, you’re the first,” he moaned as my dress pooled at my feet.

“And the last beautiful,” Dwayne added pulling me against him as I purred feeling his need for me. “Is this real?” I panted, the feeling of their lips and hands on by body igniting a fire within me.

“Lay down, spread your legs and we’ll show you just how real this is,” Roman groaned as I blushed but complied. Their smoldering gazes holding me captive as they undressed.

“Look at you beautiful, just waiting on us to ruin you.” Roman’s eyes darkening as Dwayne sank to his knees between my legs as my body anxiously shook with anticipation as he caressed my hips.

“We got you baby, just enjoy,” he whispered kissing my belly button as Roman laid beside me, caressing my body, his lips ghosting across mine. His dick hard and demanding as it pressed into my side.

“He every ate your pussy baby?”

I could only nod, entranced by Roman and his voice. “Nah, I mean like really ate this pretty pussy till it squirted?” Roman asked as I blushed. “Answer me baby girl, has he?” Roman questioned as we shared a brief passionate kiss.

“Dwayne, shit!” I moaned against Roman’s lips, arching my back, as Dwayne licked and sucked at my clit.  His devious chuckle against my pussy sending shockwaves through my body as Roman's fingers joined him, plunging deep inside me as Dwayne's tongue worked its magic.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Roman said confidently as they took me higher and higher. “No, he didn’t,” I cried out as his lips found my neck. “Well, he was lazy, but we gotchu Sky, now cum,” he demanded as I felt my body exploded unexpectantly at his demand.

“Hell yea, squirt in his mouth. Fuckin’ soak my fingers too,” he praised watching me through hooded eyes as I continued to come undone before them.

“Damn, you taste so good.” Dwayne’s muffled voice confessed as he continued to drink from my welcoming fountain.

“Mmm, let me see,” Roman murmured as I watched with wide eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth as tasted them. The sensual erotic gesture shocking me as a low moan fell from his lips, turning me on even more.

What was this man and his cousin doing to me?

“Sweet as fuck, just like I knew you’d would be,” Roman growled as Dwayne he climbed up beside me, claiming my lips in a deep kiss as Roman suddenly disappeared.  

Tasting myself on his lips, I moaned in shock at the erotic action. I had never experienced anything like this before and I loved it.

Seth was always so robotic during oral and never wanted to kiss after. Maybe that’s why I could never seal the deal with him. Melting further into his passionate kiss, I felt free…Free to do what I felt and wanted.

“You taste real good, don’t you?” he groaned against my lips as I pulled him closer. “Mmm, shit.” I moaned, my eyes briefly meeting Roman’s as Dwayne began kissing and nibbling on my neck.

“Roman, it feels so good,” I moaned as he licked his lips, stroking his dick turned on by the intimate act, knowing what was about to transpire.

 “Yea, embrace that shit cause' we just getting started.”

“You ready for her, Uce,” I faintly heard Dwayne utter, suckling now on my breasts as I writhed beneath him.

“Mmmhmm, been ready.”

“Roman, I need you,” I begged as he came towards me, bending down capturing my lips in a passionate, slow sloppy kiss.

“You ain’t never gotta beg baby, I got you…Now be a good girl and get on your knees. Show him your appreciation for makin’ you feel good, baby,” Roman moaned as Dwayne pulled away, moving to the head of the bed, eager to receive his reward as I complied with Roman’s request.

“Come get it lil Mama…He don’t bite, I promise,” he moaned taking my hand and guiding it to his dick as I began to stroke him. My movements were somewhat clumsy at first but grew bolder and more confident as I took him in my mouth, a primal groan escaping his lips.

“Yea, there you go…Up….. Mmm, down…..Yea…. Take it a little at a time and breathe... Fuck, you feel so good!”

“Mouth game lethal ain’t it?”

“Hell yea, fuck.”

“You doin’ so good Sky..You hear me? We’re proud of you baby girl.”  Roman’s comforting words making my heart race as his fingertips danced down my spine.

 I was whining mess, refusing to release Dwayne’s dick as I Roman continued to talk me through it.  “Yea, my queen is doin’ so fuckin’ good.”

“We so fuckin proud of you Mama, suck dat dick for me....Damn.”

 Noticing Dwayne’s reaction as my mouth vibrated around his dick, I did it again as he gasped helplessly. “Sky, s-shit.”

“Yea, do that shit for him baby girl.”

Humming in pleasure I felt Dwayne’s grip on the back of my head tighten. The subtle growl that escaped his lips as he fought to not lose control urged me to take him even further into my mouth.

“Now let me give you what you deserve for being such a good girl for us,” Roman whispered, chills shot down my spine feeling him rubbing his dick up and down my clit as I moaned in anticipation.

“Oouu, shit stop playin’ and put it in, Roman, I need it please,” I pleaded as Roman bit back a moan.

“I know you need it baby, but we gotta take it slow..I don’t wanna hurt you,” I he moaned slowly thrusting the mushroom head tip past my folds as I groaned. “R-Roman, I-”

“I know it baby, just take care of him Ma, I got you,” he moaned thrusting in and out little by little stretching me deliciously out as suddenly I gagged.

Dwayne’s hips bucked, pushing his dick further into my mouth catching me off guard as tears sprang to my eyes.

“Breathe, Sky you can do it…You almost got it all in your mouth, relax ya throat, and breathe for me,” Dwayne instructed as I relaxed allowing him to guide my movements.

“Fuck yea, you got it now Mama,” he praised as I felt something within me take over as I began to claw at his thighs taking more and more of his dick in my mouth with each strategic bobble of my head.

With a snap of his hips Roman bottomed out as I screamed around Dwayne’s dick..

“Fuck yea, grip it..Yea, grip my dick, baby.” Roman growled beginning to thrust inside me, his rhythm slow and steady as I whined in pleasure. Each thrust of his hips caused me to take Dwayne further down my throat.

“You feel so good, Sky,” Roman praised as I submitted to him.

“And looks so good getting fucked out by us,” Dwayne added caressing my face as I moaned even more turned on, but suddenly tensing feeling Roman’s thumb against my ass.  

His thrusts becoming more strong and powerful as I felt myself fighting against him as his thumb slipped inside my ass.

“R-Roman, w-mmm, what you doin’?” I moaned releasing Dwayne but still stroking him as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Shh, relax baby, I’m just getting you ready, so it won’t hurt as bad when he takes you here.”

“T- Take me there? I- I’ve never. Uh,” I moaned as Roman went deeper. “Look at me Sky,” Dwayne whispered caressing my face as I willed my eyes to his.

“Trust us, Mama..We would never do anything to hurt you…Now relax for him.” His deep voice soothing me. Not needed to be again, I relaxed as Roman continued to work me over gradually thrusts one…then two..then three fingers inside me as I cried out from the dual sensations of his dick drilling my pussy and his fingers in my ass.

“Yea, dat’s it…. Open up for Daddy, beautiful.”

“Oouu, baby! Roman, fuck!” I screamed, as Dwayne chuckled.

“Yea, you love dat shit don’t you? You Daddy’s good girl, ain’t you? Tell Daddy, Sky," Roman commanded.”

“Yes, I’m Daddy’s good girl,” I cried moving against him, still stroking Dwayne, who had remained quietly entranced. His piercing gaze darkening as he watched Roman fuck me.

“Damn, she ready ain’t she? Yea, you takin’ dat dick good for him…Mmm, keep bitin’ dat lip Mama. You so fuckin' sexy,” he rasps.

“Mmmhm, she good and ready for us…Go get a condom,” Roman moaned suddenly turning me over, as I cried out at the new deep missionary position as Dwayne got off the bed obeying Roman’s orders.

“R-R- Ooouu, Roman,” I moaned as he swiveled his hip hitting my g-spot over and over. “Yea…It’s just us now baby,” he whispered against my lips going deeper as I clawed at his back.

“Just us,” I moaned, our foreheads pressed together as our bodies molded together.

“After tonight, you’re just mine you understand? He can’t have you again..Not Seth... Not my cousin..Just me..Just my woman."

“Roman,” I whined as he growled against my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good…. Tell me you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand,” I cried out as a primal growl escaped his lips.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he praised rolling over as I gasped feeling him deeper inside me, his girth stretching me more and I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself.

“Y-You’re so deep, fuck,” I cried as Roman gripped my hips tighter. “I know…And about to go deeper,” he groaned bucking his hips as I fell forward my lips crashing against his as we moved together in sync.

Dwayne somewhat forgotten until I felt the tip of his dick at my ass, my body held hostage between them.

“You gon’ let me in, Mama?” he whispered kissing down my spine, Roman swallowed my moan as I whimpered feeling the cold lube against my ass as he gently rocked his hips, slowly slipping the tip inside.

“Oh! Fuck!” I hissed against Roman’s lips as he held me tighter as he stilled my hips. “I know Sky..It’s gon’ feel good, I promise,” he cooed kissing my face and neck as I melted further into him.  

Dwayne easing inside of me thrusting only so far before pulling out, determined to not cause me pain. “We got you, Sky,” and with a snap of his hips I cried out, in shock and pain.  “Pull out, it’s burning,” I groaned, reaching behind trying to push at Dwayne’s stomach. “I’m in baby, you did so good,” he rasped stilling his hips giving me time to adjust to the invasion.

“I feel so full, it’s too much,” I cried as Roman looked at me with lust filled eyes, caressing my face. “Breathe Sky, you’re in control baby, we move when you ready.” His calming voice helping me to calm down and take a breath.

“Good girl, now do you want us to stop?” he asked as I shook my head no. “I’m ready now.” I gasped.

 Dwayne began to thrust slowly as I gasped, feeling less pain and more pleasure. “Look at my good girl takin’ us both. I’m so proud of you Sky.” Roman praised, starting to move again as my eyes rolled back in my head.  

“Yea, get yo’ nut Sky.” Dwayne urged me as I let go of the fear and embraced the unknown.

“It feels so good, both of you feel so good," I cried, their thrusts in sync with each other.

"We here to please you, baby......Mmhm, you look so beautiful like this. Fuck, so lucky we got to have you like this." Roman's confession making me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

“Oh my god!” I cried out as Roman sat up, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as Dwayne held me close, marking my neck. “You are so fuckin’ tight, fuck.”

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Roman added as my body seemed to go into overdrive as I began moving with them. “Yes…Take what you need Sky…Get..That.. Shit,” Roman growled out each trust more powerful than the last.

“I’mma get it, Daddy,” I cried out, my body on full sensory overload. The pull and push…The push and pull of our bodies driving us all to the brink as my vision begins to get fuzzy.

“She’s there, I feel all this pussy grippin’ me even tighter.”

“I feel it too, Uce…. Cum for us Mama…Please, we need to see and feel you cum.” Dwayne pleaded.

“R- Roman…Uh, Dwayne!” I cried out, sandwiched between them. Feeling pleasure, I never deemed possible as their mouths and dicks had me a writhing, speechless….Mess….Seth who?

“We gotchu, baby…Let go,” Dwayne’s deep voice boomed sending chills down my spine.

“You can do it….Let go for us baby, we right here.” Roman moaned talking me through it.

“Fuck! I’m cummin!” I cried coming undone in their arms as they soon followed. The sounds of our heavy breathing soothing me as they both slowly pulled out, my body convulsing at the loss.

“It’s ok….Don’t cry, baby…I gotchu,” Roman whispered holding me close as I broke down. “We’re all good, you did so good,” he praised as I nodded feeling overwhelmed. Too much had happened today in general.

“I’ll run her a bath and give ya’ll a few minutes.”

Next Door

Seth’s POV

“Seth, come to bed.”

“What the fuck was that? How could she do that?” I hissed pacing the floor as Becky sat up in bed rubbing her tired eyes.  “Seth, it ain’t our business that the people next door just had a threesome. Hell, I say good for all parties involved,” she said as I growled.

“That’s Sky over there…I know her voice and Roman’s anywhere.”

“Ok, so she had a threesome. Why does that bother you, I mean you left her for me? It’s not your business anymore what she does. You love me remember?”

“Nobody does me like this, embarrassing me n shit,” Seth muttered putting his pants back on as Becky looked at him in disbelief.

“I know you ain’t going over there? Are you serious? I’m here and you worried about who’s screwing her!”

“As a fuckin’ heart attack, wouldn’t give me no ass but you over there bussin’ it down for my best friend and his cousin!”

“It’s not your business!”

“The hell it ain’t!” Seth yelled storming out of his hotel suite and heading next door.

Sky’s POV

“Ya’ll didn’t have to do this for me.” I sighed relaxing in the tub as Roman bathed me.

“We wanted too, and I’mma always take care of you.”

“Roman did you mean what you said?”

“Yea, I did.....I’ve always wanted you Sky, but it seemed like the time was never right.”

“So much has happened, I don’t want you to feel obli-”

 “I’m willing to wait until you’re ready, it’s no rush. You take all the time you need,” he said as Dwayne smiled at me from the door sippin’ on his glass of Brandy.

“I don’t want it to be weird between us all. I mean how can I look at ya’ll at work tomorrow, knowing what we did here tonight.”

“Easy, you smile and say hello,” Dwayne joked as I rolled my eyes.

“And you better be speaking to me with a smile anyway, since when all this shit settles i'mma be ya' man."

"Roman," I blushed as he laughed. "I love it when you blush, so fuckin' innocent."

Franticly knocking on the door disturbing our moment before I could respond as Dwayne and Roman shared a confused gaze.

“You expecting someone?” I asked as he shook his head.

“Probably somebody at the wrong door, ignore it. Look Sky, I love you, but I would never want to jeopardize our friendship so I’m good with this being a one-night thing. I’m not here enough to be demanding anything from you.” “Yea?”

“Yes… I just wanted a chance to worship you sweetheart. Show you that you are worthy, and you deserve the world…You know you my best friend.”

“The world, huh?” I blushed as he leaned down and kissed my temple. “Yes, the world and I know Roman will give it to you. That’s why I don’t mind steppin’ aside because I know he will take care of you.”

“I’ll take care of him too.” Roman smiled letting Dwayne and I have our moment of clarity but the persistent knocking and someone shouting was now impossible to ignore.

“Who trying to beat my damn door off the hinges?” Dwyane growled tightening his robe as Roman stood up.

“Just relax and stay here, we got it,” he mumbled heading out behind him as I ignored his request, got out and quickly put on my robe.

“Where the fuck is my girl?! I know she’s here; I heard her.”

“Your girl? I though Becky was with you Seth?”

“Sky! Where is Sky?...Rock, I know she’s here, I heard her moan. I heard her scream, you are really a piece of shit, both of you.”

“Damn, you listenin' at the walls or something. You know acting like a stalker is unbecoming of you Seth.?” He said as Roman rolled his eyes at Seth’s antics.

“Besides where she is or isn’t ain’t your business now is it. She's my woman now."

“Your woman, Ro? You wish, look just tell her to come out so we can talk.”

“That ain’t happening, take your ass back to your room and the woman you chose. Sky is unavailable to your ass.” And with that Roman slammed the door in his face.”

Seth, not to be denied went right back to knocking like a madman. Is he serious, after all he did?

“I’mma beat his ass.”

 “No, I got it Roman,” I whispered going to the door.

He touches you and he’s dead,” Roman hissed as I opened the door.

“What you want Seth; shouldn’t you be with Becky right now?”

“I knew it was you, look let me talk to you.”

“We ain’t got nothing to talk about, its over…I’m not good enough for you remember?”

 “Piece of shit,” Roman muttered as I looked back at him silently pleading for him to let me handle it.

“This ain’t a good look doin’ all this shit, Sky....This isn’t you.”

“What am I doing exactly Seth?”

“You know what, stop playing with me Sky. You really gonna stand here and look me in my face like you just didn’t have a threesome with them, one of them being a person I considered my brother.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Oh, I’m your brother now..Man, that ship years ago.”

“You need to leave because we have nothing more to say here. You’re with Becky and I’m moving on with my life.”

“Just like that, after everything we been through.”

“Been though? Seth, you cheated on me with my best friend...Told me I wasn’t good enough for you…Now I’mma need you to keep that same energy because It’s my time to do what makes me happy.”

“Your self-esteem that low you that you are whoring yourself out now. I mean, even if you ain’t good enough for me, your better than this,” Seth ranted as Roman and Dwyane stepped in front of me.

“Say it again, we’ll drop your ass!” Dwayne hissed as I pushed back through them. Determined to handle this myself…I had too…

“I told ya’ll I got it.” My voice more confident and stronger than before as I reared back and punched Seth in the nose as he hissed in pain.

“What the fuck you do that shit for, Sky?!”

“Because you deserve it and we ain’t at work now so I can rock your shit for what you did to me!"

“Easy Mama,” Dwayne whispered as I nodded reeling my anger back in as Roman rubbed my shoulders.

“Look, what I do from now on is my business, not yours. When you had me you didn’t cherish what you had so we’re done..We were done the moment I saw you with her.”

“Sky, please,” Seth pleaded trying to reach for me as took a step back.

 “See me in the hall, keep walking… See me in catering, ignore me..See me on the plane, sit nowhere near me-”

“Sky-”

“See me kissing Roman, deal with it because it’s none of your business anymore.”

“So that’s how you really feel?”

“I’m not good enough you? So why you care so much if that’s how I feel…Just go, Seth” I said throwing his words back in his face, but he refused to move. His cold hard stare not phasing any of us.

“Man, are you deaf?..You heard her, leave before we make you leave,” Roman growled.

“Hell, she’s the only reason you ain’t getting’ your ass whipped now, move along.”

“Fuck you, Rock!” Seth shouted as I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“Please get the hell outta here before I let them give you what you really deserve.” I threatened as Seth finally stormed off and Dwayne closed the door.

“Sky-”

“Roman, I don’t want to talk about it, I’m going to finish my bath. He’s not ruining my night,” I announced walking away from them as Roman cleared his throat, stopping in my tracks.

“What Roman?” I asked with a bit of an attitude.

“Confidence and attitude looks great on you, baby. I’mma enjoy breakin’ your back in when I take you back to my room.” His deep voice causing my thighs to clinch at the thought.

“Damn, looks like you in trouble mama. You sure you gon’ be able to handle it,” Dwayne chuckled as I shoot them both a sly smile.

“My mama ain’t raised no punk… I look forward to it, sir.”

Putting an extra swing in my hips, I closed the bathroom door and released the breath I was holding. “Oouu…That man,” I groaned hearing them laughing in the next room.

Yes, life was definitely looking up.

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[holylulusworld]

Girls just want to have fun

Summary: Girls just want to have fun

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: partying, drinking, dancing, ladies’ night

A/N: For my story everyone is alive.

Inspired by Cindy Lauper's song "Girls just want to have fun"

It’s a damn good night. You feel good, and maybe you’re a little tipsy.

After months of being cramped in sleazy motel rooms with the Winchesters and fighting battle after battle, you finally got the chance to have a night out. It’s ladies’ night with karaoke and free drinks at the bar in town.

“Yes! Show them what you got!” you cheer your friends on, raising your glass. Jo, Charlie, and Bela are on the stag singing we will rock you. You’re not much of a singer, but you like to watch your friends having fun.

“They had too much wine,” Donna laughs because Charlie wants to try out stage diving. “There are like three people. They cannot catch her fall.”

“Nah, she’s like a cat and lands on her paws!” You exclaim loudly. “Believe me, she got this. A girl who fuck’s Dick Roman and Leviathans over can rock a stage dive too.”

“She will get hurt,” Jody worriedly watches Charlie stagger on the stage. “I can’t even look.”

“Wait! I got an idea,” you get your phone out to call Sam and Dean. “Guys, we have an emergency. You need to come to the bar. We need your help.”

You end the call before Dean can ask what happened, or if he needs to bring the big guns. While you order another drink and tell Charlie to wait for her stage dive a little longer, Sam and Dean run toward the garage at the bunker.

“What the…?” Dean watches Jo, Charlie, and Bela sing another song. Charlie waves at Dean while Bela blows a kiss at Sam. “Sammy, what has gotten into them? Do you think it’s a wrath? A ghost maybe?”

“Uh-Dean. I don’t think this is the supernatural kind of emergency,” Sam smirks at Bela who undresses him with her eyes. “I think they are having fun, is all.”

“What? Fun!” Alerted Dean storms toward you to snatch the drink you just ordered out of your hands. “Y/N, I hope you’ve got a damn good explanation why you called me. This doesn't look like an emergency.”

“It is!” you grab his arm to guide Dean toward the stage. “You see.” You point at Charlie on the stage. She giggles and walks toward the edge. “Charlie wants to try her first stage dive. We need strong men to catch her.”

“Stage dive – what?” Dean blinks a few times. “You’ve got to be shitting me! No more drinks for you.”

“Aw, but Deano,” you pat his chest with both hands. “Girls just want to have fun sometimes.” You lean closer to nuzzle his chin with your nose. “Please for me. Catch Charlie.”

Dean purses his lips. “This is far too dangerous! She could get hurt!”

“You sound like a dad,” you grin. “Deano, come on. Live a little.”

“What’s going on?” Sam finally joins your little conversation. “Where is the emergency, Y/N?”

“Charlie wants to stage dive. Y/N came up with the brilliant idea that we can catch Charlie,” Dean huffs. “She called us for a stage dive, Sammy.”

“Hmmm…” Sam looks at the stage, at the ground, and then at his hands. “If we team up, we can do it, Dean.”

Dean turns his head like in slow motion, to gape at his brother. “Did you hit your head, Sammy? What if she misses us and ends up on the ground? Charlie could get seriously hurt.”

“Deano, please,” you fist his Henley, tugging hard. In a hurry, he didn’t put on a plaid or a jacket. “I’ll make you pie tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be hangover tomorrow,” he points out. “If she gets hurt, you’ll take the blame.”

Dean walks toward the stage to talk to Charlie. He’s still not convinced this will work, but he’ll do it for Charlie and you.

“We can help,” Sam says. He walks toward the stage, followed by Castiel, Jack, and Gabriel who popped up Out of nowhere.

“Don’t tell me she called you too…” Dean sighs deeply. “Fine, let’s do this…”

And then, you all joined Dean to give Charlie the chance to have her first stage dive.

Sometimes girls just want to have fun.

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[gorbo-longstocking]

Do Not Blame the Sea | Chapter One

Pairing: Emperor Geta/Reader, Emperor Caracalla/Reader

Summary: Everyday, you woke up and performed the steps necessary to complete your routine. It was monotonous, like clockwork, as you traveled down the tracks laid out for you since birth. With a mind uncontested, you found yourself graduating college before you were legally an adult, and at the behest of your controlling parents, you continued on to medical school, then further on into a surgical residency at a nearby hospital. You had always wanted to help people and this was the best way to do it.

So, why, with everything you had ever wanted at your fingertips, were you so unhappy?

Maybe that was why when you awoke in the past, surrounded by farmland instead of your blankets that you decided to ‘just roll with it’ rather than scream. That was your motto now as you were unceremoniously dropped from your assigned path onto untrodden ground with no hope of going back. So, even when you saved the life of a soldier and were carted off into the heart of the corrupt Roman Empire to be the twin emperor’s new physician, you barely batted an eye.

After all, you would do anything to save your patients.

Tags: Time travel, transmasc reader, no use of y/n, eventual polyamory, no incest, period-typical attitudes, Caracalla doesn’t have syphilis but he has PTSD, mentions of slavery, both historical accuracy and historical inaccuracy, obsessive behavior, eventual smut in later parts, medical inaccuracies,

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Authors Note: Hiiiiiii, I’m back at it again, starting another fic. Those freaky gingers have bewitched me, let me tell you. Anyway, some important things to note about this little fanfiction that I feel the need to clarify before we get into the real meat and potatoes.

First and foremost, Geta and Caracalla won’t show up until chapter two. Maybe even chapter three, it depends on how much more set up I write, so if you want to wait ‘till then to read this, you’re welcome to :3

Two, and very important, unlike my other fics where the reader is trans, but referred to with they/them pronouns or neutral language, this main character will be referred to with he/him pronouns and masculine language in the text because, as a plot point, they are assumed to be a cis man. Along with this, they have three descriptions in the text. They have dyed green hair — original hair color shan’t be mentioned — they have top surgery scars, and they have a vagina. I miiiiight make an accidental reference to heights (ex. ‘ooked up at him/looked down at him) but I will try my hardest to not.

While their real name will never be mentioned in text for self-insertion purposes, Geta and Caracalla come up with the nickname ‘Alga’ for them due to their green hair. It means ‘seaweed’ in Latin. It also means ‘something of little worth.’ :) So, that is how they’ll be referred to. Generally. It’s either that or ‘medicus’ or ‘physician’ or ‘you there.’

Third and finally, I am a huge nerd and fan when it comes to the Roman Empire. As a society, they have a bunch of hangups, taboos, and beliefs, mostly around sex, that I find incredibly funny and will pepper in here and there. I will try to make this fic as historically accurate as I possibly can using all the resources I have at my disposal (google, a few academic texts, and my best friend whose studying classical history) but there’s no guarantee I get all of it right. Half the reason I’m using a modern character as the main POV is so they have an excuse not to know things 😭 Also when it comes to conjugation of Latin words, please, PLEASE give me leeway, I haven’t taken a Latin class since high school.

All that said, I hope whoever reads this fic enjoys it, because that is my main goal. Writing is seriously a passion of mine and my favorite part about it is sharing it with people. That means YOU person reading this, I think you’re awesome.

Okay I’m done talking, on with the show!!

Chapter One ///

This dream sucked — because that was what this was, a very bad dream — and, if you had to guess, it was the worst dream you had ever had in your life. Which was saying something. As a surgical resident who did most of their studying in a hospital, you were chronically sleep deprived and had a lot of stressful material to work with. Whatever aid you used to help you get some semblance of rest had a tendency to give you weird dreams. Very, very weird dreams. You had a few recurring ones, like being chased by a sentient pool noodle — whatever that meant — and several where the ghosts of your patients blamed you for their deaths — far more self explanatory than the pool noodle — but none quite like this one.

Out of everything you had ever experienced in your bleak and desolate mindscape, this dream was long and boring. That was its only crime. Along with being terrifyingly vivid, of course, which you didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about. If you were any less logical, you’d almost be convinced this was reality. That you had woken up in a small farming village, close enough to the capital of one of the most infamous ancient empires that you could see it on the horizon. Sometimes, when the sun set, you would stare at the shadow of Rome dancing upon the skyline. It was beautiful, albeit impossible. Sure, the people who surrounded you only spoke Latin, and they didn’t trust you as far as they could throw you, but it wasn’t as if that mattered. Soon, you would awake in your bed, one day closer to your exam and the beginning of the rest of your life.

Why did the thought only fill you with a sinking sense of dread? Being a doctor was everything you had ever worked for. Helping people, saving people, it was your purpose, the very reason you were born with your exceptional mind. It was your destiny, so why did it feel like you were marching to the gallows?

You shook your head to rid yourself of these thoughts. Focus on the present, focus on the dream, it was far easier than the constant ever present march of time. It was why you were so certain that the predicament was a figment of your imagination. Time hated you, constantly pulling on your leash, dragging your forward even as you dug your heels into the muck. It would never, never move backwards. Not for you.

Never for you.

A low groan of despair rumbled in your throat as you tried your best to wash your filthy scrubs in a nearby river. The water wasn’t murky, but it wasn’t clear either. Unsurprising, considering the nearby village used this water for practically everything. They were close enough to the city to have access to aqueducts, carrying waste hopefully further downstream. You were determined not to think about it. Any other denizen of this small settlement would wash their clothes themselves. The village was too small for a fullonica, and you were pretty sure they were mostly meant for the wealthy. That said, you also knew that Romans used urine to wash clothes — thank you to the ancient civilization classes you took for fun — and you’d be damned before you let a random person’s piss touch your scrubs.

Outside of work, at least.

With your pants rolled up to your knees as you waded deeper into the water, you continued to do what you could to clean the few clothes you had on you. Considering you only had a little bottle of soap you stole from a hotel a few months ago, it was easier said than done. You wanted to ration what you had in case this dream went on for much longer. Just because this was a fictional scenario conjured by your stress addled mind didn’t mean you weren't going to go about things logically. You had already been asleep for three days now, who knew how much longer this neverending dream would last? Perhaps forever. The thought of avoiding reality as you waste away in your bed was far more comforting than it should have been.

A loud shout echoed to your right and you fought the urge to shoot a nasty glare at the <i>obviously</i> young soldiers goofing off several yards away. Well, young was a strong word, they were the same age as you. Probably. You couldn’t really tell considering how staunch you were in your decision to not make eye contact. Out of the handful of men playing in the water, they were all naked. It wasn’t that nudity bothered you, you were studying healthcare for Christ’s sake, it was the unfortunate fact that soaking wet, muscular hunks were a particular weakness of yours. You weren’t sure the soldiers would appreciate your ogling, the villagers already avoided you like the plague. Judging by the dirty looks you received from some of the, unfortunately armed and notoriously xenophobic men, they’d heard enough about you to be wary.

You let out another sigh, your scrubbing becoming a tad more vigorous. Soapy bubbles rose to the surface of the water and your face was screwed up in concentration.

This particular Roman century had arrived at the village only a half-day after you did. From what you could pick up from eavesdropping, instead of being sent to North Africa to get a little conquering done, their legion was shipped to Gaul to put an end to some dissent. Once that was over, the officer in charge received orders to head back to Rome so they could be sent to North Africa with the rest of the troops. They had only stopped at the village for a last bit of rest before their next assignment. Or something. You had been noticed, and you had scurried off the second you realized you were caught.

Letting out a small huff, you examined your scrubs and decided that they were as clean as they would get. Once you were back at shore, you wrung out the fabric the best you could before laying them flat on a rock beside the only other outfit you had, aside from the one you were wearing, to dry in the sun. Another bark of laughter drew your eye to the soldiers playing like schoolboys in the river. Weren’t these men hardened warriors of one of the most regimented militaries to exist? Surely, they should be more disciplined. Still, you couldn’t help the small smile that caused your lips to twitch upwards. Even thousands of years in the past, and in your dreams, humans were the same as they had always been.

The sun was warm, hanging overhead like an unripe cherry tomato. You closed your eyes to bask in it a bit more than necessary. Your skin prickled, indicating that there were eyes on you, though you didn’t particularly care. No footsteps approached you and the sound of laughter didn’t stop, so you figured you were safe enough to show your belly. You didn’t realize you had laid down until you felt grass tickle the back of your neck. Perhaps a little nap wouldn’t hurt. A dream within a dream would be rather funny, you thought as you fell into a light doze, lulled by the sound of soldiers playing.

You didn’t know how long you slept for. It was the sound of panic that woke you, sending you upright so fast, your head spun. The first thing you noticed was the merriment had stopped and had given way to an oppressive sense of desperation. You looked in the direction you had been avoiding all day to see a gaggle of soldiers, some clothed, some naked, dragging an unconscious body onto shore. One man was running with his tunic halfway over his head in the direction of the village, yelling for the centurion in charge. You were moving before you could stop yourself.

“Make way! Make way!” Your Latin was shaky, but not the worst in the world. While you were sure your accent was strange, you knew you were at least understandable as some of the men turned to block you from getting any closer. They didn’t look particularly pleased at your arrival, eyeing both your hair and your odd attire with an air of skepticism. You didn’t have time for this. “I am a doctor. A physician. I can help him, we must act fast.”

One of the soldiers raised a singular thick eyebrow. “A physician, you say? You look like no medicus I have ever seen.”

“Does that really matter?!” You shouted, your voice a harsh bark. The longer this went on, the less of a chance you had to save this man. While you were nervous to plow through the wall of stout muscle that blocked you from your prospective patient, you realized you might have to.

The soldier looked like he wanted to say something more, when an authoritative voice broke through the ranks. “Let the man through! We have lost too many as is without losing another to a few hours of games.”

Every head snapped in the direction of whoever spoke. All except yours. The second you saw a gap in the crowd, you slid through and fell to your knees beside the drowned man, the one you determined to save.

First thing you did was check for responsiveness. It was out of habit mostly. A tap on the shoulder, a shout, another tap. He didn’t respond, that was unsurprising.

When you checked for a pulse, you found none, so you began chest compressions. Placing your hands together on his chest, arms straight, you began to push. The rhythm came to you naturally — you had made sure to pay attention in class, and this wasn’t the first time you had done this. Despite the fact that you knew no support was coming, that if you couldn’t get this man back by yourself, he would die, your head remained clear.

Do not lose sight of your goal, do not lose hope, go until you can’t anymore.

After thirty compressions, you took a deep breath, pinched his nose shut, and tilted his head back, placing your mouth over his. You heard a few gasps, and even a cry of disgust as you pulled back to push another breath into his lungs. Determined to pay the growing crowd no mind, you placed your hands on his chest and began to pump his heart again.

This went on for… like with your nap, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you were drenched in sweat, your arms were sore, and your breath coming out in harsh pants. Thirty more compressions, you inhaled a ragged breath and pushed oxygen into his lungs once more. If this didn’t work, you’d have to call it.

There was a hand on your chest, shoving you away, a watery cough filling your mouth with spittle before the drowned man flailed back to life. You didn’t take offense to the harsh treatment. He had woken up to a kiss. That would startle anyone. You rolled him over on his side and rubbed his back as he hacked up a lungful of murky water and whatever he had eaten for breakfast.

“You’re back,” You muttered softly, as comforting as you could. “Breathe. Slow and steady. It feels good to be back, doesn’t it?”

The man met your eyes, his own a startling shade of honey, a confused, but grateful, smile on his lips. “I thought I was gone.”

“Yeah, we all thought that!” A soldier with a shaved head nudged him roughly with his toe. “Medicus here worked a miracle with his lips.”

A hand reached down to clasp your shoulder, shaking you firmly, if not playfully. You looked up to see a man with floppy blond curls grinning down at the man you just saved, his lips pursed. “The kiss of life!”

You let a small, uncomfortable laugh titter from your mouth. Being surrounded by so many people was awkward, and their banter was even more so. You felt entirely out of place. Rather than focus on that, you fixed your attention back on the man you saved.

“What’s your name?”

“Sextus Aelius,” He answered, voice hoarse.

With a small smile, you gestured to another soldier to hand you a nearby tunic. Sextus — you wouldn’t laugh about his name, you wouldn’t — had begun to shiver, even in the hot sun, and you wanted to keep him warm. Not to mention he was still naked. You tried not to study him too much, focusing on the sharpness of his jaw and the gentle slope of his nose rather than his nudity.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Sextus, I am—” You were cut off by a cacophony of noise, a few whistles interspersed within. A bit of heat rose to your face when you saw Sextus’ bewildered expression. “I fear I have made a blunder.”

To your relief, he merely laughed. “Aelius. Call me Aelius.”

“Right. I apologize, Aelius. How do you feel?”

Once you had given him the tunic, he slipped it on over his head, covering his modesty — not that anyone but you seemed to care all that much about it. When he stood, two men came to his side to steady him. Despite this, he still offered you his hand. It would be rude to deny him, though you didn’t feel comfortable accepting help from a man who had been, by many’s standards, dead a few minutes before. You gave him a small smile and pushed yourself to stand on your own.

“I could be better.” His grin was lopsided, the boyish kind that showed off his teeth. It was endearing enough for you to be proud of saving a good man, rather than a mere man. When he spoke next, there was no small amount of awe in his voice. “You saved my life, I am not sure if that is something I can repay.”

A snort pulled from your throat as you waved him off. “No repayment necessary, I only did what needed to be done.”

Aelius looked about to argue when he paled, his gaze flickering behind you. There was a creeping sensation of unease crawling up your spine, similar to when you had earned your parents displeasure. Standing behind you was a presence, one with enough authority to cause the men around you to stand at attention.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem directed at you. For now.

“What is the meaning of this, boy? I allow a bit of slacking off and you go and die on me?” It was the voice from before, the one who commanded his men to let you through. Taking a guess, you’d say this man was the centurion leading this particular century back to Rome. You didn’t dare look behind you, you didn’t dare move. Anything to keep his frustration off of you. It didn’t last long. A large hand clasped you on the shoulder, grip firm, but not harsh. “And to be saved by a foreigner! You should be on your knees thanking him for whatever trick on the gods he played at your behest.”

“That is unnecessary,” You tried to argue, only for the centurion to give you another shake.

“A humble medicus at that! Lucky boy! Very, very lucky!” He let go of you and gestured for Aelius to be taken elsewhere. “To the tents with you while I think of a suitable punishment. No man has died and lived to tell the tale on my watch, so I must be creative.”

Aelius, at least, looked ashamed, though the man with the floppy blond hair leaned down to whisper in his ear, a smirk dancing on his lips. Whatever was said earned him an elbow to the ribs. Men never change.

Before they could get too far, you found your voice. “Monitor him through the night! Fetch me if he stops breathing again!”

It was only once you heard the affirmative did you relax. Which lasted a moment before the centurion turned you around so you were facing him. His gaze was hard and his arms were crossed over his chest. Unlike the men before, the centurion was wearing his full armor, save for his helmet, another thing you were thankful for. You were not easily intimidated, but this man? He could crack you like a peanut.

After a moment of sizing you up, his eyes trailing from your clothes, so different from his own, with trousers instead of a tunic and a graphic t-shirt in an alphabet he knew, but words he couldn’t understand, to your green dyed hair. He didn’t seem impressed. In fact, he seemed suspicious.

“Lucius Marianus.” Unfurling one of his hands, he held it for you to shake.

With an awkward smile, you took his hand and introduced yourself. His grip grew a bit tighter at the sound of your obviously foreign name. You fought the urge to run away.

“A pleasure, Marianus.” This time, you called him by his second name, determined not to make the same mistake as earlier with a less forgiving man.

“Where are you from?” Quick and to the point, you could respect that. Logically, you knew that this wasn’t real, that ultimately, this was your dream and you held all the power, but there was a little voice in the back of your head telling you to be careful. “Are you a citizen, a slave, or a free-man?”

Licking your dry lips, you let your hand fall to your side, shoving it in your pocket before Marianus could see that you had begun to shake. “I am from a country far away. Across the western sea, farther than any have ever gone. I am a citizen of my country, but not of Rome, and I am no slave, so I suppose that makes me a free-man.”

“You suppose?” He pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow. “Well, I ‘suppose’ I won’t assume you’re a liar and a runaway. If I hadn’t just witnessed that…” Marianus paused, searching for the right word, and you hoped it would be one you recognized. “Technique of yours, I would figure just that. Tell me, medicus, what exactly did you do to one of my men?”

“I, uh…” Your tongue felt too big for your mouth. Whatever answer you gave this man, it better be satisfactory. All you could hope for was that the truth would be enough. “His heart was no longer beating, so I pressed upon his chest as hard as I could in the same rhythm that his heart would take.”

Marianus nodded, his expression contemplative. “And the kiss?”

“It was not a kiss!” The words burst forth before you could stop them, your face flaring even hotter. This entire conversation was reminiscent of one you would have with your father, and Marianus’ disapproval was getting to you more than it should. “I was breathing air into his lungs. I inhale, pinch his nose shut so the air doesn’t escape through his sinuses, and then blow into his mouth. If his chest rises, I am doing the procedure correctly.”

“Still, an intimate gesture to bestow upon a stranger.” His lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. You got the feeling he was teasing you now. “From what I can gather, this technique of yours mimics the functions of life in order to coaxe the spirit back into its vessel.”

You blinked, opening your mouth to argue with scientific facts. A beat passed before you snapped your jaw shut with an audible click. Better to not look a gift horse in the mouth. “I, uh, yes. It does. That is exactly it. You are a very intelligent man, Marianus, perhaps a career in medicine is calling your name.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, medicus.”

An awkward grimace pulled at your lips. “Right.”

Marianus was both unmoved and undeterred by your lame response. You expected him to leave you be. After all, despite the fact that you saved one of his men from drowning, you were still an outsider to both the village, the army, and Rome. In your head, he owed you nothing, all you did was your duty and you expected nothing in return. Marianus seemed to think otherwise.

“Where have you been sleeping, medicus?” With a sharp nod of his head, he gestured to your duffel bag and drying clothes. “I assume outside in the heat considering how poorly you are spoken of in town. Looking and speaking as you do, it’s no wonder anyone is hesitant to even allow you to sleep in their barn.” Again, the edges of his mouth curled upwards. “You are far more useful than previously anticipated. For once, I am happy to have my assumptions proven false.”

“Um, thanks?”

“Fetch your belongings, there are more men waiting to be your patients back at camp.”

You blinked, dumbfounded, before a sharp raise of Marianus’ black eyebrows broke you from your spell. If there were more people to be treated, you didn’t have to be told twice. With a bit of pep in your step, excited to have something to do rather than waste away in tedium, you stuffed your, now dry, clothes into your bag and slung it over your shoulder. Marianus eyed it with no small amount of reservation.

“Do you carry any weapons?”

You thought about your taser and pepper spray tactically placed in an easy to reach pocket on the side. “No. As a doctor, I consider myself a pacifist.”

Marianus snorted. “A good way to die.”

“Better to die giving life than taking it,” You replied easily. This wasn’t a lie. While you didn’t fault other’s for violence — how could you fault human nature? — you would rather heal before harm. A part of you hoped to balance the scales, do enough good to make the bad seem worth it. It was a lofty goal, one you tried not to dwell on. So long as you managed to help even a single person in your life, you would be happy, though you’d never confine yourself to such a meager goal. “If you don’t mind me asking, do your men not already have a doctor to treat them? Why take on a stranger’s help?”

“We did. He is no longer with us.”

You frowned. “A shame. Lose one soldier, and you only lose one man. Lose a doctor and your losses double. I never met him, but I’ll remember him fondly.”

“You’re soft. It’s a shame.” His words made you raise your eyebrows, and, when you looked at him, there was pity in his dark eyes, though it was only there for a second.

Marianus clamped his hand on the back of your neck and began to steer you in the direction of the camp. With few trees in sight, only lush farms and tall grass, the countryside was a sight to behold. You glanced over your shoulder to see the river and the village disappearing in the distance. While the road the two of you walked on was dirt, it was well trodden, no stones or holes to trip over. This truly was the Roman Empire. How your mind managed to conjure an image so beautiful and so unmistakably alien was beyond you.

“Has there been anyone caring for the injured?” You asked.

“Our veterinarius has been doing what he can, though I don’t like it. These are men, not animals.” To punctuate his displeasure, Marianus spit on the ground.

You nodded placatingly as you approached the first cluster of tents. Some of the soldiers recognized you, though you didn’t recognize them in return. Word traveled fast when you save someone’s life, you supposed. “I’m sure he’s doing his best.”

“His best is not enough,” Marianus grumbled.

Before you could respond, the stench of infection and sick filled your senses. If you hadn’t done clinicals or worked in healthcare while you completed your studies, it would have caught you off guard. Instead of blanching, you took your last deep breath of clean air, and braced yourself as much as you could. Marianus almost seemed impressed by the determination on your face as you pulled back the flap of the tent, joining a frazzled looking man — the veterinarius, you assumed — in his rounds.

All you could do was your best, and you intended for that to be enough.

Even as a student, you had steeled your heart to the worst suffering had to offer. Growing up as you did, with parents more interested in results than feelings, it became all too easy to turn off your bleeding heart and do what was necessary. By now, it was as simple as breathing.

Your bedside manner was gentle as you helped a few men, too injured to move, drink water from a ladle. If you were any less busy, you would have insisted it be boiled. Marianus would likely scold you, it was unrealistic for an entire century to boil water for every sick man, let alone every soldier, no matter how sound your advice was. Posca would do for now, as it always had.

For hours, you worked tirelessly, cleaning wounds and calming fevers. You were lucky modern medicine wasn’t all that you studied. In order to help as many people as you could, you focused on ancient and holistic practices as well, though you had an easy preference for the tried and true methods. There was no denying that you were a medical prodigy, a genius for all intents and purposes. It wasn’t that you had an ego — well, maybe you did — it was the fact that it was the truth. You had graduated college before you had turned eighteen and gone through medical school soon after. Right now, you were the youngest student going through their surgical residency in your state, perhaps even the country if you dared to let your pride swell. All of this, your parents would call their doing, that you would be nothing without their guidance.

You grimaced in the middle of setting a skinny man’s broken arm. Better not think about them now, it would only serve to stress you out even further. For all your skill, you caught yourself floundering inside the medical tent, Marianus watching from the entrance as you flitted from patient to patient, and the veterinarius sitting back to take a much needed break. While you had some supplies on you — a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, a Taylor hammer, none of which you’d utilized yet, a bottle of antiseptic, some ibuprofen, and three clean syringes — it wasn’t enough for you to feel comfortable. Which was ridiculous, this was your dream, you could do whatever you wanted.

Then again, if that was true, then why were you fumbling through even simple procedures? You didn’t feel comfortable using more invasive methods, not unless you had no other choice. The likelihood of survival was low, even with your steady hands. Perhaps this was a nightmare, a look into what life will be like once you were done with your schooling. Your slumbering mind was preparing you to be the failure you were always meant to be.

Shaking your head, you focused your attention back on your patient. No one seemed to notice your lapse, not even you. You were quite good at multitasking, mixing self-deprecation with stringent work ethic like a talented seamster. The skinny man was lucky it was a clean break, and even luckier, it wasn’t his humerus, which would have been more complicated given your lack of equipment. A bit of sweat trickled down your forehead as you stood, surveying the men around you. You had done well given the circumstances, but you still couldn’t help but feel as though it wasn’t enough.

Nothing was ever enough.

Even dreaming, you felt tired.

Three men had infected wounds. One was oozing pus, which apparently was a good thing according to the veterinarius and Marianus, though you still took care to clean the wound thoroughly. Another man had a fever due to the infection, and, after washing your hands, you took care to clean it as the other. After much reassurance that it wasn’t poison to Marianus — consisting of taking one yourself — you also gave him an ibuprofen for his fever, though you decided you were going to ration them unless it was an emergency. The third man was a bit harder, enough necrotic tissue forming around the infection that you considered surgery. For now, you introduced maggots to the area, a treatment Marianus seemed to approve of, if not with some disgust. In the morning, you would check the wound, and then surgically remove the decayed flesh if the maggots didn’t do enough.

Four men had broken bones, one, his arm, another, his finger, and two, their leg. That was simple enough, if not time consuming getting all the bone fragments to set properly. While you would have much preferred a cast to a splint, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

That wasn’t even to mention the handful of other men with various ailments that filled the tent. Apparently there was someone quarantined elsewhere, suffering from dysentery. According to the veterinarius, the treatment for that particular disease was rest, fasting, and dehydration, which you were in the middle of giving him strict instructions to keep the man as hydrated as possible, it didn’t matter how quickly he discharged it, he needed to be drinking as much water as he could. You didn’t hold out much hope he’d make it, though you’d be damned before you gave up on someone who needed you.

It wasn’t until Marianus clamped his hand on the back of your neck and began to steer you towards the tent’s exit did you realize how exhausted you were. Your eyes burned and your head throbbed. If you were any less of a man, you would have taken one of your ibuprofen to ease the dull ache in your temples. Ultimately, you decided against it. If there came a time when they were necessary and you had run out because of your own weakness, you would never forgive yourself.

“You did well, medicus. Better than I expected, you are very skilled at what you do,” Marianus said as he led you deeper into camp. By now, it was dark, well into the night too judging from the full moon directly overhead.

How long had you been working?

“Thank you. I am usually better than that. I fear my nerves of being in such an unfamiliar country are getting to me.” With the heel of your palm, you scrubbed at your face.

Marianus frowned down at you. “Keep your foreignness to yourself, medicus and you will go far. Though, that will be hard to do with hair like yours.” He looked you up and down, hesitant curiosity creeping into his features. “That strange color… it is not natural, is it?”

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “No, I dyed it. Green is a color I am rather fond of.”

“I am fond of red, but you do not see me painting my hair that color,” He grumbled under his breath, and it reminded you so much of the comments some of your superiors made, that you giggled.

Before you could respond, he gestured to a tent with an outstretched arm. A lantern was on inside, casting the shadow of the single occupant, who was busy sitting cross-legged and writing what seemed to be a letter. While you had reservations of interrupting, Marianus did not.

“Out here, now, boy!” The shadow visibly jumped before pulling back the flap to reveal Aelius. He looked as tired as you did, and truthfully, he stank to high heaven. You struggled not to wrinkle your nose so as not to offend him. Aelius seemed like a nice man.

“Sir?” Was all he managed before Marianus continued to bark his next set of orders.

“Since the two of you were acquainted earlier, and the fact that you were supposed to be monitored, you’ll be bunking together. In the morning, we set a course for Rome.”

You blinked. Did that include you? While you wouldn’t mind getting out of the village and seeing more of what this dream had to offer, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of uncertainty. There was no telling how long this dream would go on, nor how vast it was. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you strolled ‘out of bounds,’ so to speak. Would you be trapped in an infinite void until you awoke? The thought was enough to send a chill down your spine.

“And I will remain here,” You finally said.

Marianus barked out a laugh. “No. You will join us. I still have a use for you.”

As much as you didn’t want to abandon your current patients, you would rather not push your luck any further than you already had. Crossing your arms, you met Marianus’ furrowed brows with your own. “And that use would be?”

To your right, Aelius made a little noise. Your gaze flickered over to him, catching his motion for you to cease, before you ignored it and fixated back on Marianus. He was looking at you like you’d lost your mind. At least enough to question him. A bit of discomfort made your skin itch, you always hated earning the negative attention of a superior.

For a moment, you feared that Marianus would yell at you until the sun rose. He puffed up, shoulders squaring and his lower jaw jutting out before he deflated with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his angular nose. “You are too soft for the army, medicus, and you are too foreign to hope to set up your own clinic, especially without citizenship. There is very little hope for you in the Empire.”

You looked away, feeling cold even as a summer’s breeze blew against your skin. An argument began to boil in the back of your throat, an insistence that this was a dream, so none of that mattered, but you managed to swallow that poison before it could spew out of you.

Marianus paused, waiting for you to respond. When all he received was a defeated look, he continued, “There is, however, hope for both me and you. The emperors require a new physician and I believe they would be taken by your skill and your…” He looked at your hair again. “Novelty. In return for discovering you, if they choose to take you on, me and my men will be rewarded.”

“I see,” You muttered. Perhaps this was the route your dream wanted you to take. At the end of it all, there was sure to be a lesson or even a vision of sorts that could help you in reality. All you had to do to get it was allow the plot to pull you forward. “And Rome is not far?”

Marianus’ features softened, bordering on fondness, guilt, and pity. “Barely a day’s march, medicus.”

“I will go, then. To Rome with me, I suppose.” Though you smiled, when you turned to Aelius, he stared at you as if you’d been sentenced to death.

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[magicalbuttertarts]

Smut Prompt List 2

Main Masterlist

Pick a number from one category

The wrestler of your choice.

If you wish for the wrestlers real name to be used or just their wrestling name.

If the reader is m, f, or a member of the lgbtq+. Or if it is another wrestler

Please be 18+

Send to my ASKs.

Once picked, it will be crossed out until I write it & then it will have a link to the story, with the requested ship next to it.

These won't be very long. A few hundred words.

Guidelines are here for my requests, including for this prompt list.

Please let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list for this.

Prompt list is from here

Just a reminder, these are all smut

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself”

“No panties?”

“Look what you do to me” ' Triple H x f/Reader

“If you want to cum you have to beg” Colten Gunn x f/Reader

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” - Roman Reigns x f/Reader

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” - Damian Priest x f/Reader

“I love it when you kiss my neck”

“I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” - Jey Uso x f/Reader

“Don’t give me that look” - Tama Tonga x f/Reader

“Try to stay quiet okay.”

“How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!”

“I want you inside me”

“Think you can handle that much?" - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“How do you feel about two at once?” - Grayson Waller x f/Reader x Austin Theory

“Wanna join?” - Orange Cassidy x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta

“We’re in public, you know”

“I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now” - Jimmy Uso x f/Reader

“Stop teasing me so much” - Roman Reigns x f/Reader

“You better watch your fucking mouth” - Grayson Waller x f/Reader

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then” - Roman Reigns x f/Reader

“You look so good on your knees like that”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh” - Jamie Hayter x f/Reader

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“If we get caught I’m blaming you” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“Come here, you can sit on my lap till I’m finished” - Triple H x f/Reader

“I’m not jealous, it’s just your mine” - Sami Zayn x Jey Uso

“Touch me and you lose” - Nick Wayne x f/Reader

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here” - Daniel Garcia x f/Reader

“Stop doing that”

“I cant stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly”

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed” - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

“Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?” - Damian Priest x f/Reader

“Why don’t we film it?” - Kenny Omega x f/Reader

“You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you” - Jay White x f/Reader

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“Want me to serenade you while you strip?” - Damian Priest x f/Reader

“We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago” - Colten Gunn x f/Reader

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on”

“You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck” - Tama Tonga x f/Reader

[snoopcco]

. ✉️ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָon melancholy hill. 花朵

想象 life as cupid couldn’t be more underwhelming and boring, because, even if you are a matchmaker, (or THE matchmaker) you can’t bring anyone to love you. but then jake is ready to love you for eternity.. 想象 reader thinks she’s a tad bit ugly. however, jake changes that. ( jake is obsessed with reader lolz! )

You were always the odd one out.

You never went out, you never hung out with your friends, you never goofed around at night. you never had time for anything!

People thought you just hated socializing, or maybe you didn’t like other people in general, they assumed you just liked being alone…

or you were just some loner who couldn’t gain a single friend so she copes by not hanging out with anyone.

And that was way off. In fact, you loved living. But were you someone who had time to live? No. You weren’t.

Because you were the one and only Roman God of love, lonely hearts expert, Cherub, you were CUPID. you put people together and made them fall in love, you were the reason people believe and didn’t believe in love.

maybe their relationship didn’t work out, but maybe it did. but your being on earth was why people could be with someone else, love someone destined to them.

But that’s what made you feel pathetic, you put two people together for them to have a soulmate for life, but whose arms could you creep into so you can cry and weep in their warm embrace? no one. because it was apart of the contract,

‘No use of corruption over your love bow. If you break this rule, you are erased from the face of EARTH, or, someone else can take the blame and receive the punishment instead.’ Fuck. It’s that serious? that was your exact thought, you have to live a life without a someone? a partner?

School was worse. Boys didn’t like you, girls thought you were a loser. Life when you didn’t have that love bow was a different type of sadness.

So you found yourself in the janitors room. Curled into a ball with your knees to your face, a flood of tears when down on her cheeks like there was no tomorrow. She felt so alone, so helpless. Hiccups and sniffles filled the room; she didn’t give a single care in the world if she was late.

She thought to herself, she was just ugly. It wasn’t because of the contract, instead, it was because no one was actually attracted to her. It made her violently sob like a baby, she just wanted someone’s arm around her soul, someone who can hold her until she felt safe.

“Hello? Excuse me pretty miss.. are you okay?”

You opened your salty eyes and met eyes with a guy whose australian accent was so strong and raspy, almost as attractive as how the guy was already. However, you realized, pretty miss?

“oh I’m fine.. I’m sorry, I’m gonna be late to class.” she tried getting up from her position, but it seemed like the guy didn’t want her to go. “it’s dismissal, you don’t need to hide your beautiful face,”

“You know me but, it’s Jake. Sim Jaehyun. I noticed you were crying, I wanted to see if you were okay. Are you okay? If no one asked you yet.” She felt embarrassed, “Thank you, Jake. But I need to go, I’m sorry, please don’t waste your time on me—”

“I didn’t want to tell you but, I’m not wasting time on you. It feels like I’m wasting time if I’m just gonna stand there so oblivious, I’m sorry. but you’re gorgeous, I love the way you look..

…I was your classmate since grade 6 but you just never noticed me because whenever I talked to you, you thought I was a mere joke.”

“I’m not gorgeous, Jake, and I always avoided you because I thought it was always the popular girls playing tricks on me.”

“God! You take my breath away! If you’re not gorgeous, Hell; you’re perfect!” Jake cried out, trying to bring her to realization. “You’re so sweet and kind, I don’t know why no one wants to approach you! That’s why I fell inlove with you!”

Jake, held her face so gently and she felt his warm hands on her own bones. “I might not be cupid, but I think someone as pretty as you.. would be a perfect match with someone who adores you so much. And that’s me.”

“but Jake. I’m cupid. And if I date you, I’ll be gone forever. Unless; you will be gone forever.”

“So what? If I feel your arms around me once I would be alright with not existing anymore, I just want to be yours.”

Yeah, jake wasn’t cupid. But she was, and when jake knew what were the consequences, he was seriously ready to take the blame. He would be ready to be erased off the face of earth if that meant he could be interlinked with her.

@ jwnstars !! cupid is here :^

OK. I hope that touched you guys like it did to me, this was so sentimental and precious to me. (Sorry. I just love this) the last part was my fav part writing because OMLLL ??? Jake would literally give up his life for his gf / s/o so that they could live theirs, so fricking cute !!! :’)))

He would give up his everything to be with them forever. Fuck. I might cry. ( @all4aoki witnessed me making this :3 )

[seat-safety-switch]

I love my fireworks, say all my neighbours as they cram a flimsy plastic tube full of low-yield explosives. Surely everyone in my community will also appreciate them. If not, they are some kind of Grumpy Gus and are not invited to the block party cookout. Friends, I can tell you this right now: I am not going to that barbecue.

As you might have imagined, the residents of my area of the world like to shoot off a bunch of Roman candles when they feel like it. Sure, fireworks are fun and all, but I feel like if you're burning three or four hundred dollars worth of illegal noise-and-light generators every couple of weeks, you might as well just take up smoking again.

At first, it was a lot of fun. Very festive. It helped the community spirit, even if all the dogs were constantly terrified and kept trying to chew through a fence to escape. Ol' Ray down the block lost a finger trying to grab onto what he called a "Winky Sprinkler," though, and then everything changed.

Once there was a scent of blood in the air, it became a competition. Ray needed to "make it worth" his sacrifice, so he started amping up his production. Bigger shows. Coordinated by electronics. More frequently. This drew the ire of another rich asshole (Bob Winsome, who used to own the Ford dealership) with poor impulse disorder, and soon the two of them were getting up to a night-time artillery show that the police were not equipped to stop, mostly because they were at the doughnut store or trying to knock over a casino for some quick cash in the retirement fund at the time.

Nearly every night became a terror of pop-pop-pop. although I am very good at ignoring troublesome noises, those noises are usually generated by my own car while I'm driving them. Not constantly happening while I'm trying to focus on my usual problems: things like "why is this bolt stripped," and "where did this pile of wires I just cut through go to?"

As the Constitution says, though: "fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." After one particularly rough night of having exploding munitions going off directly over my head while I was trying to find the origin of some faint valve clatter, I decided to respond in kind. A friend of mine, who will be called Millie Teri for reasons that are about to become clear, loaned me a couple pieces from her private collection. I had myself a patriotic parade that night. Courtesy, of course, of some army bases didn't really pay too close attention to what they listed on eBay. That's what they call "taxpayer value," even if I did have to technically buy the low-shrapnel M107 flash shells twice.

I had expected to draw a truce after demonstrating my superior firepower, much like how French tourists can shut down any discussion of cheese. After bombarding both rich pricks' homes, however, it soon became apparent that the dickheads blamed each other for the massive destruction wrought on their properties, and refused to believe that a belligerent third party could have done such a thing to them just for "several months of sleepless nights courtesy of constant 120dB outside noise."

After the mutually-assured destruction finished, though, I never saw or heard another fireworks display from Ol' Ray or Bob Winsome. If they ever find an identifiable chunk of either of their bodies, we'll probably have a pretty cool tribute at the funeral using up whatever unexploded fireworks they have still left in the scorched remnants of their family homes.

[sleepyspudbrainrot]

Indulge Me

Roman Reigns x Lale (OC) | 18+, NSFW, smut, fluff | 1908 words

This is absolutely part of Carry You Home, but not Pt. 3 if that makes sense? It's a scene that will absolutely happen in the fic, but down the road... but I was in the mood to write it tonight so here we are?

You can blame one of my friends for picking the prompt for me ~ Enjoy this attempt at smut! I'm a bit rusty...

“How is it you always know what I need, huh?”

A hand wrapped around Lale’s throat, eyes fluttering as Joe took steps towards her.  Each step brought them closer to one another, and then far once more, until she was met by the wall at her back.  A soft gasp escapes her, his grasp around her throat tightening.  His face lowers to meet hers, lips brushing gently across hers.  Once, twice, and by the third time, his lips are pressed to hers in an attempt to claim them. ”Joe…” A soft murmur, her head meeting the door behind her as she struggles to focus.  ”The door… neighbors…” A large hand encompasses hers, guiding it over to the lock behind her and allowing her to lock it before pressing closer once more.  ”They’ll have to wait…”  The only neighbors she could think of would be the twins.  And somehow, she knew, they’d know exactly what was going on tonight.  They’d seen the way she’d looked after Joe after the nights events.  The way she’d bit her lip as he’d brushed closer to her in the gorilla.  But for it all to lead to this?

His lips left hers, brushing along her jawline, down to her neck.  Teeth grazing at the sensitive skin just underneath her jawline.  Another soft gasp escapes her, hands tightening in the loose fabric of the shirt he’d thrown on in the locker room.  It still smelled like sweat and the ring, scents that were wrapped up in the scent of him. He buried his face in her neck and collarbone, leaning against her, his body a welcome pressure even as she found herself pinned to the wall.  “Fuck Lale…”  They’d done so little and he seemed to be struggling to control himself.  Even now, she could feel the way his length pressed into her hip bone, with a little adjusting… 

She shifted as much as she could given the presence of his body, allowing his hips to meet hers.  Two pieces of a puzzle, a piece of him that was made for her, at least she could hope that.  She groaned softly and reached up to tangle her hands in his hair.  Her nails met scalp and a soft his escaped him as his teeth sunk into the spot between her neck and collarbone.  “Joe…” His name fell from her lips in reverence, her grip in his hair tightening as his lips trailed lower.  To the collar of her shirt, his hand sliding up from the bottom.  Rough callouses against smooth skin, the fabric of her shirt lifting as he explored further and further upward.  

“This night is supposed to be about you ya know…”

Her hand comes to rest on his wrist, stopping his journey upwards.  He pulls away from her collarbone, an eyebrow raised. “And if I wanted to indulge myself in you ma?”  Indulge himself in her… One hand remained on his wrist, the other reaching up to cup his cheekbone.  A tender gesture that was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between them.  

“Let me indulge you instead?”

She’d stepped away from the wall now.  Using Joe’s momentary confusion to push him towards the center of the room.  It was easy to sink to her knees in front of him.  Her hands trailing down his chest and down the length that she could feel straining against his pants.  “May I?” Joe merely nodded, swallowing visibly as she tucked her fingers into his waistband.  Inch by inch until the gym shorts were pooled around his ankles.  His cock was standing at attention, even longer than she’d anticipated.  Her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly, watching his face shift through her eyelashes.  His eyes closed, his lips pursed, his hands at his sides. 

“Lale…”

She paused in her stroking, tilting her head. “Yes Joe?” Her words came out in a low sultry murmur. 

“You look so damn beautiful on your knees for me mama..”

The reverence returned to her ten fold, sending her heart stuttering and even more heat pooling at her core.  She couldn’t speak, she had to focus on the cock in front of her.  No matter how beautiful he thought of her, she knew that this was her time, her chance to take care of his needs.  She leaned forward with a soft smile, her tongue darting out to lap at the precum that had beaded at the tip.  A hiss escaped the man above her, his hands reaching out to cup her head.  “Easy now…”  A teasing laugh before she took the tip into her mouth.  Her tongue swirled around, a teasing gesture that was paired with a few more languid strokes along his shaft.  She had to ease into this, to make sure that she wasn’t going to take on too much.  She wasn’t sure if she could take all of him, but she was going to try.

Inch by inch she drew more of him into her mouth, cheeks hollowing out as her tongue wrapped around more and more of his shaft.  A low groan vibrated through Joe, his hands tangling in Lale’s hair that hung wildly around her face. She hummed softly, letting the vibrations carry as she began to bob her head up and down.  Slowly at first, pairing it with similarly paced strokes.  His hips twitched and it was very clear that Joe was holding himself back … for her.

That only served to encourage her to go faster.  Her cheeks hollowed out, her lips a vice grip around him as her head bobbed up and down.  Closer and closer to the edge, she wanted him to lose control.  To allow himself to lose himself in her, and to indulge her in the care she was willing to give. And give in he did. His hands clasped her head, hips bucking up to meet her on each stroke.  He hit the back of her throat over and over again.  Her eyes began to water, her groans adding more vibrations that only served to encourage his wildness further.

“Lale.. I’m close…”

She met his gaze through her eyelashes. 

“Are you sure?”

If she’d been in a place to do so, she would’ve nodded.  He seemed to understand the yes, his movement quickening now.  Each thrust more erratic than the last, his fingers tangled in her hair, until her face was pressed to his skin, his cock throbbing as he found release.  She could feel the thick liquid pumping into her throat, the warmth in her core only encouraged by the pleasure she’d been able to bring the man above her.  Once he’d finished, he pulled her head away from himself, a hand curling around her chin.  He drew her up to his level, his thumb wiping away at the drool that had coated her chin.  

“How on earth do you look even more beautiful now?”  

Joe’s thumb rubbed circles against her cheek.  “Now let me indulge myself… please?”

Lale fell back against the bed, Joe standing over her with a look on his face that she could only describe as feral.  He’d discarded of his shorts, leaving his cock out and still erect despite her draining him only moments before.  It was his turn to get on his knees for her, kneeling at the foot of the bed.  His hands grabbed at her hips, drawing her closer to the edge and pushing her legs apart.  “We’ve really got to do something about these…”  Her panties exposed, her skirt doing little to hide the wet spot that had been slowly growing since they’d gotten back to the hotel. His finger trailed downward, hooking around the edge of the fabric and pushing it to the side.  

“So wet for me ma…” His nose brushed against her lips, before his tongue flicked at her clit.  The sensation was sudden, pulling a moan from deep within her.  Her back arching, legs twitching with the urge to close around Joe’s head.  “Easy now ma…”  Another languid drag of his tongue, this time focusing less on just her clit, and more on consuming her.  Darting inside of her, then out, swirling patterns that had her moaning over and over again.  His fingers slid inside her at some point, one at a time til he’d gotten three inside of her, his tongue drawing her closer and closer to the edge with each deft stroke.  

“Joe god… fuck that feels…”

She cried out as he sucked on her clit, the change in sensation almost sending her tumbling into an orgasm.  But then he pulled away, grinning up at her, her slick coating the strands of his beard.  “You think I was going to let you go that easily? I want to feel you come apart around me mama.”  He stood now, padding away from the edge of the bed to grab a condom from his suitcase.  He rolled it over his cock as he returned to the bed.  It was easy for him to lean over and pull her close, her legs against his chest as his cock teased at her entrance.

“You ready?”

Lale could only nod, her teeth worrying her lower lip as he pushed into her entrance.  Even with the preparation, the size was enough to sting as he stretched her out.  Inch by inch, easing into the discomfort, she couldn’t help but watch him as he did so.  Her discomfort quickly shifted to pleasure, to admiration and reverence, as she observed the way he looked at her.  It was as if she was something precious, something that he wanted to take care of, whether it be physically or…

No she couldn’t think of that now.

Especially as Joe was now sheathed within her.  His hips pressed to hers.  Without warning he snapped back, the thrusts starting slow, but increasing in intensity with each one.  Each thrust brought her back to that edge she’d nearly hit with his tongue earlier.  She groaned, eyes rolling back into her head as he leaned over her, one hand holding himself up on the bed, the other moving to thread his fingers with hers.  

“Come for me?”

A question that she was all too eager to answer.  She tightened around him with a cry, her back arching and her legs shaking with each continued thrust.  At some point, the pulsing from within her became to much for him as well, and for the second time that night he came apart as well.  His chest rose and fell as he slid out of her, the condom tossed in the vague direction of the trash can across the room, before he joined her on the bed. 

“We should probably get you cleaned up…” Joe murmured softly, brushing her hair away from her face.  Lale laughed softly, reaching out to cup his cheek with one hand.  “Only if you come clean me up?” Her laughter carried through her words, the teasing clear as she remained curled on her side.  “That’s if I can move… I’m comfortable.”  A yawn escapes her, leaving Joe to laugh with a shake of his head.  “It can wait… for now, come here.”  He pulled her close, moving to lay on his back and allow her to settle against his chest.  He pulled a blanket over the pair, stroking Lale’s hair until she fell asleep.  Once she was settled and asleep, it wasn’t long before he too had fallen asleep.

[xbeezchaos]

BPD Howl Pendragon!

I knoooooowwww. I’ve literally been dead for months and apologies for this being something unrelated to the BPD Scara series I’ve been getting at but I’m currently fixated on Howl so I’ll be using him as my projector. I also highly believe this man has BPD and nobody can convince me otherwise

Btw. I don’t condone romanization of mental issues. I’m simply ✨projecting healthily✨

Jealousy flare ups and depressive episodes; what that looks like for Howl

He’s unsure why, but he has been struggling with jealousy in a much higher factor than what he’s typically used to. It may be due to your presence

Ever since you two have gained the new title of dating and made it public, he’s felt a sense of possessiveness over you in a way that felt consuming

He needed you in bed to sleep soundly at night, and if you weren’t there he’d have not a wink of sleep while he held one of your clothing items close, taking in your scent and crying to himself about why you weren’t here

He gets suspicious and jealous when you spend lots of time away from him and with other friends. He trusts you but he’s scared someone will take you away.

You try telling him these things you plan out, but sometimes he won’t listen after he’s become too worked up over the idea of you being away for so long

He spends hours in bed without water or food. No motivation to get up until he gets a message from you encouraging him

Sometimes you have to baby the tall man, wash his hair and brush it for him.

Getting him to eat is the worst, he blames his medication cause the side effects impact his appetite frequently but the benefits are “too good” to give it up for just that

When he does eat, he’s got a sweet tooth like no man’s business, you’d think he’d gone mad with the amount of sugary treats he’d consume. But at least he was eating now so you didn’t complain too much

If he’s not sleeping all day, he’s awake for days on end, unable to sleep and refuses to take his sleep aid pills because “they don’t work.”

He’s secretly really petty towards those around the two of you but tries his best to keep most of it to himself. Even if you know. He won’t tell you.

The sleep aid pills knock him flat on his ass and he hates it. Waking up to your giggles of how he fell asleep in your arms like a snoring baby would make his face flush in embarrassment

He dislikes a lot of people talking to him when he’s upset. He’ll start snapping and going silent. P

Sometimes despite how hard it is to get out of bed, when he does, he’ll try to do small things like clean, eat, and make you little gifts

He made you a phone charm and matching rings to wear, he’d spent all night on it, since he was in bed all day.

It’s hard when he’s having an episode due to his jealousy, if you or someone else doesn’t get to him in time he’ll start calling upon the shadows and it takes quite a while to get him to even process that anyone else besides him is within the vicinity, let alone fully calm down.

He gets very clingy when he’s depressed, he’ll carry around items of yours and calls them “support items”

He looks like a tall child with a blanket as he walks around the house doing his daily business. It’s the best you’ve seen him do in the last few weeks so you try to keep him with his support items often

“Coffee is not a meal, have you eaten anything today?”

“A cheese stick..” you hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper after that and dragged him to go make food.

He’d done this for over a week now and despite the small efforts, a drink wasn’t enough for him to get through the day.

Extra sassy in his conversations with calcifer

Takes the longest showers ever and he’s always steaming like a boiled potato when he gets out

Becomes a tablet child to compete simple tasks

Irritable as hell when he’s around people he’s not fully comfortable with, like your friends he’s only met twice

He’d eventually try going off on his own and have a good time that way, then eventually end up having an anxiety attack when he starts getting into his own head again

It’s not that he’s not social, but when he feels ignored he gets quite irritable and especially quiet. Which is odd for him because he loves chatting with new people

[starlightsreigns]

hold up | a lemonade story

summary ⇢ mellie's hanging on by a thread. how much longer can she hang on when one question coils deep in her? is roman... cheating on her? word count ⇢ 1.4k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. implied cheating | two ; denial “What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you”

i don’t wanna lose my pride, but imma fuck me up a bitch.

“Melody, you’re going to drive yourself insane,” My friend Alyssa sighs. “Don’t you trust him?” 

That’s a great question. However, I’m past the point of giving a damn.  I’m literally driving myself to insanity with all of this and I’m not sure how to bring it up. How do you confront the love of your life about something like this without him immediately going on the defense?

“I don’t trust him, that’s the problem, and I don’t know how to get back to that point anymore.” 

Alyssa is my moral compass, she tries to keep me levelheaded when I feel myself slipping. She’s my best friend, but she’s a big fan of Roman and I’s relationship — Alyssa refuses to believe that he’s this person, that he can be a cheater when he’s been so caring. She sees the best in him. 

“Mellie, what has he done to make you feel this way?”

My eyes meet hers, “Don’t make me feel crazy, Aly, I’m already losin’ it here.”

“I’m not sayin’ that, I promise, I’m just tryna understand how you go to this point.” Alyssa sits up. “Just help me understand and I promise we can fuck his shit up tonight.” She offers a smile. 

While she’s the more levelheaded one of us, the thing I love the most about her is her willingness to support any and every decision I make — even if it’s the craziest shit she’s ever heard.

That’ll be helpful later. 

Somethin’ don’t feel right because it ain’t right.. Comin’ up after midnight

The house is the coldest it’s ever been in a long time. I’m pretty sure the only source of heat is coming from the anger seeping out of my pores when I hear his keys in the lock as I sit on the couch. A book sits in my lap untouched as he comes in through the door. 

“Hey, Mellie,” Roman throws my way lazily. He comes over to kiss my cheek and I can’t help but smell the perfume that radiates off his body. Chanel. At least the bitch has taste. “You up late.” 

My brain wants to cuss him out, but thankfully restraint still exists when I finally reply. “I’d say the same for you, baby, where you been at?”  

Roman glances in my direction while heading to the kitchen, “I went to the PC then had dinner with the twins.” 

“Oh, the twins are in town?” My eyes train on his back. 

There’s no way they can be in town. During a call with Trinity earlier in the day, she told me that her husband and his brother were doing house shows during the week, so, it’s impossible for them to be at dinner. Yet, he seems to think I’m the biggest idiot on planet earth. 

“Yeah, we went to that steakhouse on 85th.” Roman shuts the fridge and turns to look at me. “Then we got drinks at Tini’s and watched the game.” 

Of course, he has an answer for everything. A tinge of rage strikes me in my chest while watching how calm he is. 

“What game did you watch?” 

That stops him for a moment. 

But I continue, “I watched a couple on split screen.” 

Roman runs his hand over his beard then takes a long swig of beer. 

“Cowboys versus the Texans was good.” I bait with a small smile. 

“Yeah, that’s the one, we ain’t seen the results though.” 

Well, of course, he didn’t, maybe because those two teams didn’t have a game tonight. 

To not lose my cool, I let the conversation go. I can see him watching me from the corner of my eyes as I pretend to read my book. There’s nothing else I can say. I’ve caught him in more lies than I can count — and there’s a feeling in my gut that tells me he knows. 

Can’t you see there’s no other man above you?

Most people would judge me and I don’t blame them. Even with my suspicion, I can’t deny the love and affection I have. So, here I am under him. I can’t help it. 

“Look at me, baby,” Roman’s rough voice sharpens my attention. “you look so beautiful.” He runs his hand down my cheek. 

His eyes on me, for the first in a while, feels like how it used to be. It makes me forget all the pain that I’ve felt for so long. This is what I want back. 

My hand grips his wrist, pulling him down onto the bed, maneuvering so I’m on top. 

The gems on my acrylic nails catch some of the light from the moon. My hands are pressed against his chest, holding me steady, keeping the rhythm of our skin slapping together. I throw my head back with a moan, feeling the way he raises his hips to reach deeper into me. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” I breathe out, leaning down to kiss his neck. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” 

It was the truest thing I’ve ever said. It is the truest thing I’ll ever say. 

How did it come down to this?  scrolling through your call list

His phone is empty. She’s not on here, but I know she exists. How can I keep living in the paranoia where I know the ghost exists but there’s no proof of it? I toss his phone back onto his side of the bed with a huff just as he walks out of the bathroom. 

“what’s wrong?” He takes a look at my exasperated expression.

“You know how much I love you, right?” My voice is harsher than I wanted, but it catches his attention. “And we made our vows to be loyal to one another, i’m keeping my end.” 

Roman knits his eyebrows together, “I love you, too, Mellie.” He sits at the edge of the bed. “I’ll always be here.” 

The reassurance I was hoping to feel never comes. Instead, I’m slowly feeling rage. But, I don’t respond but nod. I can’t look jealous or crazy, that’ll only drive him away or make him sneakier. If anything, I need him to slip up. That’s the only way I can make sense of this — Lord, give me a sign. 

What’s worse? Lookin’ jealous or crazy?... I’d rather be crazy. 

Sleep was the last thing on my mind. Instead, my eyes fixated on the TV screen that flickered in the darkness. Roman was sound asleep beside me and my nerves had finally calmed enough for me to wonder if I was going insane. 

I’ve found no tangible proof. Maybe, just maybe, I’m convincing myself of something that isn’t true –possibly self-sabotaging and self-destructing. If I don’t stop now, all my hair will fall out from the stress. Three months of thinking these thoughts are slowly killing me. Not that he’s noticed, but I’ve lost 25 pounds in my mission to find out the nonexistent truth. 

My eyes are slowly closing when his screen catches my attention. It’s three in the morning, who could possibly be texting him? I’ve just come to an agreement with myself and now I’m plunged back into the uncertainty. I should just turn over and fall asleep, but I just need to look at the message and I’ll be over it. 

J: are you really not coming over tonight, baby? i miss you. mellie sees you more than enough. just come over and be back before she wakes up.

My eyes scan the message over and over again. I’m not sure what else I’m looking for, but I’m hoping that at some point the message would read something different — something that doesn’t confirm all my suspicions. I cover my mouth when the tears start to fall, not wanting to wake him up and find me in this position. My chest feels heavy and my feet are a ton of bricks when I make it out of bed. 

Out in the hallway, I slide down the wall with my hands still firmly covering my mouth to swallow the sobs. This isn’t what I wanted nor was it what I needed. My brain feels scrambled with incoherent thoughts. What do I do now? Should I leave? Should I take a baseball bat to his head? Yet, the only thing I’m sure of right now is that I might throw up.

It’s difficult for me to get back up to my feet. My body shakes uncontrollably in the darkness and my breathing is shallow until I’m taking deep breaths. I turn to glance into the room, feeling my skin heat up. This feeling isn’t sadness, it isn’t hurt, or disappointment. I’m past denial – what I’m feeling is scorn and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. 

“But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?”

please excuse the errors, classes are kicking my ass. hope you’ve enjoyed it 🫶🏽 very excited to post “don’t hurt yourself” x

[raya-hunter01]

Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 9

Roman X OC(Kara)

Jey Uso X OC (Tia)

Rating: 18+

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

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

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

Boston Municipal Courthouse

Janice’s POV

“Mama, I’m ok,” Roman said as I sat there in disbelief as they took Tia out of the courtroom. “Son something ain’t right…..Why did they sentence her today? Why she got a short sentence, weren’t we all watching the same video because she needs to be up under the jail.”

“The Judge said it was because of the plea deal, her clean record and just wanting this over for everyone,” he said looking at Kara who seemed to be struggling with the verdict and I don’t blame her.

“Son something in the milk ain’t clean…..Regardless of the verdict he should have rescheduled a date for sentencing. That would have given him time to give a more suitable sentence for crime because that wasn’t it,” I said as Roman hugged me.

“Ma, can we just leave, I’m ready to get outta Boston,” he said as I sighed giving him a hug seeing Jey heading over.

“Aye, you ok auntie?” he asked as Roman moved and I gave him a hug. “Yes, baby I am, just can’t believe what happened in here today.”

“Neither can but we’re all bout to go leave and get some rest. We’re flying out tomorrow but planning to hit up the 16 East Bar and Grill in Pensacola on Sunday before we head back out on the road,” Jey said smiling at me.

“You’re inviting us?” Roman asked in shock as Jey sighed. “I’m still mad as hell at you, but I can’t help but be thankful you were there with Kara. You risked your life to save her and Trin…That what family do.”

“I love them both…I always will, it ain’t nothing to thank me for.”

“Well, the option is open, we’ll probably get there about 7. Trin reserved the patio, so we ain’t gotta worry about people,” Jey said as I smiled.

Hey, I will take those baby steps in the healing process. I know we will come back together in some shape or form.

“Well, we will meet ya’ll there Sunday,” Roman said as I tried to contain my excitement, praying this was a positive step in the right direction for us.

----

Kara’s House

Kara’s POV

I’m glad we did come back to the house alone and just chilled out. I don’t know how I would have reacted hanging out with my mom, I needed time to decompress. 

“Girl, I love this back yard,” Trin gushed as I smiled wrapping myself up in my blanket.

“Thanks, when I saw the firepit I fell in love,” I said as she nodded roasting her marshmallows.

“I may have to talk Jimmy into getting us one. You know marshmallows are my weakness.” “That’s why I keep them stocked up ma’am,” I said as she smiled brightly at me.

“I know you had a lot of work to make up, did you finish?” Trin asked as I smiled. “I’m finally caught up, it wasn’t easy, but I have two A’s and two high B’s” I said truly proud of how I overcame and turned everything around.

“Yes! You know when you graduate I’mma act a fool…You know this right?” she said making me laugh as I looked at Jey flipping the meat on the grill as Jimmy was telling him some animated story. I loved their relationship so much.

“Have you told Jey?” Trin asked as I smiled at her. “Told him what?”

“Uh, that you love him, duh,” she said as I blushed. “I’ll have you know I told him the night I woke up from surgery.”

“That’s great…So are ya’ll together or what is we doing?”

“I’m scared Trin,” I said honestly as she nodded in understanding. “Do you want to be with Jey?” she asked as I nodded. “Yea, I really do.”

“Then be with him Kara, what’s the problem?.…That man loves and adores you,” she said gently pushing my shoulder.

 “I can see the blogs now having a fucking field day. Imagine their us at family gatherings. Chile, did you hear Kara is here with Joshua like she wasn’t married to Roman.”  I mocked as Trin shrugged her shoulders.

“Girl, fuck them bloggers and keyboard trolls, they don't know you and it ain't they fuckin' business. Plus, you knew Jey before Roman anyway."

"Ok, but like I said, what about the family gatherings. You know they always have parties and cookouts," I said as Trin smiled.

"Fuck their opinions too, but I don’t think it will be a problem, everyone loves you, especially mom and pops. They hate what Roman did and I think you’re overthinking it.”

“So much is going on, I just don’t want to hurt him Trin,” I whispered as she reached over and put her hand on my knee.

“It’s your time to be happy Kara and damn what people think. Life is too short, and you got a second chance at life.”

“I know I got a second chance, but I’m scared of screwing this up,” I said finally voicing my fears.

“Live your life Kara, tomorrow ain’t promised to none of us. You don’t owe anybody anything, ain’t no debts around here,” Trin said as I gave her a hug.

“I know and I love you, girly.  Ugh, I’m so tired of crying,” I sniffed failing to stop my tears.

“I love you too, sis, it’s time for the happy tears now because you deserve it.”

“You really think so?” I asked barely above a whisper as she rubbed my back. “I know so, everything you’ve ever wanted for yourself in this life about to happen and I can’t wait to see witness it.”

“Ya’ll aright over there?” Jimmy asked as Jey turned to look back at us.

“Yea, just two sisters having our daily talk,” I said as Trin laughed.

“Ya’ll know how we get, let us have our moment,” she said as Jimmy shook his head. “Man, what we gon’ do with them two?” Jimmy asked as Jey chuckled handing him a pan so he could take some of the steaks off the grill.

“Love ‘em and let them do their thang,” he chuckled. “Yea, what he said!” Trin yelled as I laughed.

Trin was right it’s my time to put myself first and live my life. Anything or anybody that disrupts my peace from this point forward gotta go, because it’s a new beginning for me, for us all.

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Pensacola, FL

A Few Days Later

Janice’s POV

We been home a couple days, and it was my day to pick up Logan. I can’t place it, but I knew something wasn’t right. “Lord, uncover whatever it is because we’ve all been through enough,” I said aloud feeling nauseous pulling into Rebecca and Bill’s driveway.

Knocking on the door and getting no answer, I called and once again no answer. I saw Rebecca’s car and had talked to her ten minutes ago. I was getting irritated now.

“How the hell you gon’ tell me to come over to get Logan and not pick up the phone or answer the door.” I mutter looking under the rug for their spare key.

Opening the door, I looked around and there was no sign of Rebecca in the foyer or living room. I could hear Logan babbling on the baby monitor in the living room, so I knew she was ok.

 “Rebecca!” I called out, no answer. “This how these damn horror movie start, I hope this fool is ok,” I mutter heading towards the kitchen.

“I can’t thank you enough Terry,” I heard Rebecca say as I stopped in my tracks.

Who the hell is Terry?

“Rebecca, this is the last time I’m taking your call. I did this favor for you and Tia, but I don’t want to be tied to the drama. I got too much to lose,” I heard the familiar voice say as she laid the phone on the table.

“Thank you for helping her, she really is anxious to make it right with her sister when she gets out,” Rebecca said grabbing Logan’s formula putting it in her baby bag.

The damn judge….She was the reason for that shit show the other day.

“That’s good and all but I put in a no contact order in the paperwork for a reason. I truly feel she meant what she did and her actions alone warranted life in prison, but I helped you for old time sakes,” he said sounding seemingly disappointed with himself.

“I---We appreciate this so much, she’s going to stay out of trouble when she gets out and we won’t bother you again.”

I was physically ill, this was sick.

“I don’t know what hold your daughter has over you…But if this goes bad, it’s on your head. It would be in her best interest to just leave Kara be,” he said as she shook her head.

“I will handle Kara; she will come around and see Tia was just going through a lot and didn’t mean to hurt her. I just know by the time it’s time for Tia to get out, they will have reconnected, and Kara will be calling you to cancel that no contact order.”

This woman has lost it, like needs to sit on someone’s couch…ASAP. Hearing enough, I quietly retraced my steps finally finding my way back in the entrance of the house pretending I had just arrived.

“Rebecca, I’m here to get Logan!” I said a little louder as I heard her scrambling round the kitchen.

“She’s upstairs, I’ll get her,” she yelled as I shook my head.

I can’t believe she sold out her own daughter to protect the other one that tried to kill her. She and Tia are really one in the same she just masks her dirt.

It seemed like it took forever, but finally she brought Logan downstairs.

“Oh, baby girl I missed you,” I whispered as she placed a dozing Logan in my arms. “I put her formula in the bag, and she’s already had a bottle. She should be asleep before you get back home,” Rebecca said as I smiled at my little light.

That’s what she was to us, no matter how she was conceived, our little light.

“You can pick her up at Roman’s on Thursday. I’ll leave you to your nana break and see you tomorrow at dinner,” I said grabbing Logan’s diaper bag quickly wanting to get the hell outta dodge.

“Ok, we’ll see you then and enjoy her,” she said giving Logan a kiss on the forehead.

“Oh, we will,” I said making my way out of the house, thankful she didn’t follow me out. After strapping logan in her car seat I rushed to get back in the car to call Trin but got no answer, then I remembered she had a signing to do today.

“Hey sweetie, I forgot you had a signing, and I know ya’ll gotta help out Josh tonight. I’ll just see you tomorrow at dinner. You and Jonathon be safe, love ya’ll.”

I guess I’m on my own with this one, but I know one thing, Kara will know about the shady shit her mama did and I’mma make Rebecca tells her if it’s the last thing I do.

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Pensacola, FL

Jey’s House

Kayla’s POV

Getting out of the shower I felt refreshed as I dried off. Looking at myself in the mirror I felt different.. Today was amazing, we had our balcony picnic date. It was simple, beautiful, and was everything.  Pizza, wine, and some of my favorite snacks had been on the menu.

The ocean serving as our backdrop and music as the waves crashed upon the shore due to a storm heading our way. We even went on a walk on the beach and watched the sunset before we got rained out. Hence the shower I just took.

I still hadn’t told Jey how I felt but today just solidified it even more. I was deeply in love with this man.

“You ok in there Kara?” Jey asked knocking on the door as I smiled.

“Yea, I’m good I’ll be out in a second,” I said dressing my wound. Thank God it’s finally healing and not hurting as much.  Slipping on one of Jey’s shirts, I cut off the lights as I headed back into the bedroom, frowning when I didn’t see him.

“Jey-”

“I’m out here on the balcony, wait I’mma come get you,” he said as I smiled at the thought of going back out there.

“What have you done now?” I asked as he smiled clad only in a pair of shorts. “This is part two of your balcony picnic date, Ma,” he whispered offering me his hand as I anxiously took it.

“Aww it’s so pretty….Wait where did all this come from?” I gasped as he led me back out on the balcony. “Told you I wasn’t done yet, do you like it?”

“I love it but how did you do it? We been out here all day and I know I ain’t seen no bed out here earlier.” I said as he laughed.

“A couple of lil birdies did it when we went for a walk on the beach. This is your new study area for when you come to visit.” he said as I blushed looking at the bed on the balcony surrounded by pillows and the beautiful string lights above it.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” I said as he smiled, laying down beckoning me to him with his finger.

“Come on down here, Ma, I owe you a movie.” Not needing to be told twice, I climbed in bed and got comfortable in his arms.

“You know, I’ve always loved staying here.  I could fall asleep out here just listening to the ocean, and now you done put a bed out here. You know it’s a wrap right, I may never leave,” I sighed, welcoming his lips as he placed a gentle kiss on the hollow of my neck. as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.

“Maybe that was my plan, kidnap you, and never let you leave,” he said as I relaxed wanting to feel more of him as his hands caressed my bare thighs.

“You can’t kidnap the willing,” I moaned, his fingers feeling so good but I winced slightly as Jey looked at me with worry.

“Are you ok?” He asked as I nodded not wanting him to stop. “Kara, let me can get up, I’on  wanna hurt you,” he said trying to sit up as I grabbed his Cuban link holding him in place.

“I’m fine, don’t you dare move,” I said as he smiled, rolling over on his back wrapping me up in his arms.

“Ok, this is a good compromise too,” I moaned getting comfortable as the pain in my chest subsided. “I know it is, stubborn ass,” Jey chuckled, reaching up to turn off the lights and starting the movie projector.

“What are we watching?” I asked, as he gently pulled one of my legs across his lap before covering us up with a blanket.

“You’ll see,” he whispered stealing a kiss as I squealed hearing the opening credits to Dirty Dancing as he laughed.

“The stuff I do for you, woman.”

“I love this movie!”

“I know, I remembered how excited you was at the hospital that night it came on. Then you got mad and almost made me switch the channel.”

“Hey, I was ready for the love scene, and they cut it… Just plain blasphemous, but I took one for the team because one simply doesn’t change the channel when Patrick Swayze is blessing your TV screen.” I said as he raised his eyebrow at me.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” he joked as we settled in to watch the movie under the stars.

See Jey knew my love languages and I loved that. He knew what mattered, it wasn’t diamonds and pearls, or even money. It was spending quality time, it was physical touch, and creating memories with the ones you love. Jey’s love languages were a mixture of my mine. He loved to please and do for those he loved.

 He made sure every day to tell and show you how much you mean to him, and he only wanted the same in return and rightfully so.

“I’m glad you had fun and loved everything,” he said pulling me closer.

“I really did, and I hope you know I don’t just be hugged up with just anybody now,” I said as he looked down at me with a smile, catching on to what I was saying.

“Well, I don’t just do balcony picnics dates for just anybody either.” His lips close to mine as my heart pounded loudly against my chest.

“I have to warn you, I only do things like this with my man,” I whispered, as our lips finally meeting in a short, deep passionate kiss.

“And I only do things like this with my lady.” he moaned as our lips found each other once again as our kisses becoming more passionate by the second.

“For us,” Jey moaned against my lips as I whimpered against him.

“For us.”

“You sure?” He rasped pulling back slightly, watching me closely through low hooded eyes.

“I’m sure…I’ve never been sure of anything in my life,” I said as Jey caressed my face.

 “Forever my lady,” he whispered as his lips descended upon mine as I felt like I was flying. We were finally here at last and it felt so good. Breaking our kiss to catch our breaths.

“Ma, we can wait…I-I don’t want to hurt you,” Jey moaned, his beautiful brown eyes growing darker as I moved his hand slowly down to the hem of my shirt.

“You won’t, I trust you,” I gasped as his resolve crumbling taking me in a searing kiss, only releasing me from his grasp to remove my shirt.

“Your so beautiful, he whispered in awe as I blushed under his powerful serenading gaze.

Like a moth to a flame, I craved his touch and trembled with anticipation as he towered over me. The pain in my chest a distant memory, laying on my back as Jey took his time exploring my body.

His powerful hands grasping mine, bringing them to his chest as I felt his heart racing.

“I want you to feel what you do to me,” he said licking his lips as I groaned, biting my lower lip as he thrusted my hips against his dick that was straining against his shorts begging for release.

His hands controlling every sensual buck of my hips against his dick as it continued to grow longer and harder.

“Mmm, I feel it,” I gasped, his lips capturing mine in an earth-shattering kiss as my hands anxiously helped him remove his shorts.

“Not yet aulelei,” he moaned grabbing my hands gently pining them to the bed. His kisses moved to my neck, my heart racing as he caressed my breasts, being careful of my bandage.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, please,” I pleaded entangling my fingers in his hair as he gently suckled at my breasts taking his time with each one giving them equal attention holding my gaze as I fought back a moan.

“Mm, you sensitive huh,” he whispered with a smirk as I blushed. His lips lovingly kissing and nibbling down my body, teasingly as I fought to get ahold of myself but I was gone…

“Jey, don’t stop,” I gasped, my body trembling in anticipation of what was next to come.

 His eyes darkening as kissed the top of my mound gazing up at me with low eyes licking his lips as he descended lower. “I don’t plan too,” he whispered as I purred in appreciation.

Jey’s POV

Damn, I’m drunk…Drunk in love her intoxicating sent as I kissed the plush beautiful lips between her thighs, as Kara’s legs began to quiver.

“P- Please, Jey,” Kara as I groaned as I felt my dick get even harder.

"Fuck, all this for me aulelei? Tell me?” I moaned as her eyes met mine.

“Yes! Mmm, you know it is,” Kara gasped as I flattened my tongue and gently licked her slit, unable to stop the moan that rasped from my lips as the first drop of her sweet nectar coated my tongue.

“Mmm, I knew you’d taste like honey…. You done fucked around and created a monster, Ma,” I moaned, snatching her hips to my mouth as I swirled my tongue against her clit, commencing to drown in her.

“Jey, shit!” Kara gasped down at me in shock as I smirked.  The beautiful catch in her throat as I pleased her had me on demon time. I needed more…Much more and only she could give me what I wanted.

 “I- Mmm-” Kara moaned, trying to push my head away as I Ignored her plea intertwining our hands together, moving my tongue faster against her wet hot center.

“Stop runnin’, cause’ you deserve dis nut…..You understand me?”

Kara nodded, unable to speak. “Tell me you understand aulelei ?”

“I-I understand,” Kara whimpered as I moaned “Ain’t no stoppin’ Kara….Ain’t no stoppin’ till you nut in my mouth like a good girl,” I breathed against her pussy before going back to the task at hand.

“Fuck!..Oouu Josh, shit!” She moaned, her trembling legs over my shoulder as she sat up slightly panting in disbelief.

“Yea, you wit a real one now, moan my name baby. Damn, you makin’ my dick even harder just thinkin’ bout you nuttin’ in my mouth,” I confessed, knowing my words were encouraging her to get what she wanted…What we both needed.

“Mmm, I need it so bad,” Kara moaned moving her hips against my tongue. “Mmhm, so do I baby…. Dat’s it, you doin’ so good”

“Joshjoshjosh Mmhm!”

“Mmhm, get what’s yours. Fuck, you look so sexy chasin’ yo’ nut,” I moaned as she bit her lower lip, gripping the back of my head riding my face.

 “Babe! Kara exclaimed as she exploded in my mouth. Her beautiful face and the swivel of her hips as she rode out her orgasm were a thing of beauty.

I couldn’t get enough of her as I greedily drank her essence with a hearty moan as she writhed on the bed trying to catch her breath.  

Yea, I did dat…Fuck, I wanna keep her this way forever.

Crawling up her body, her flush face welcomed me as she grasped my Cuban link kissing me with urgency as I groaned nipping at her bottom lip.

“Mmm, you taste yourself?….You taste good, don’t you?” I groaned as Kara whimpered against my lips. Her trembling hand, reaching down between us grabbing my dick placing the tip at her entrance as I moaned trying to control myself.

“Mmm, tell me what you need,” I moaned, Kara pulling me closing whispering three words that made ignited an even deeper fire within me. “You inside me,” she gasped breathlessly as I  gave in, her tight warmth surrounding me, welcoming me home.

“Shit, Kara,” I groaned trying to take my time knowing she was still hurt, but she was making it hard. I wanted to sink inside her and get lost.  

“It’s ok,” she moaned, pulling me closer. A collective gasp of undeniable pleasure from us both filled the air as I filled her to the hilt.  

Kara’s POV

The sweat gathered at his brow as he’s trying to maintain his composure slowly beginning to thrust inside me as I craved more. “Mmm, faster.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jey moaned as I nodded not particularly caring, he felt so good, and I wanted him closer but I knew him.

“Your not,” I gasped as he gripped my hips gently once again surging forward as we both groaned at the sensation.

“I’mma take my time….Make love to you,” Jey whispered burying his head in the hollow of my neck, tilting his weight on his elbows, thrusting at a new angle that rendered me whimpering mess as he showered my neck with kisses.

“Damn, found my first spot,” he groaned as I began meeting his thrusts, feeling the pressure building with each caress, every lick and thrust we got lost in each other.

Something was different, this wasn’t sex like it was all those months ago on Roman’s bus.  This was different, we were making love and it felt so good.

With each swivel of his hips, he went deeper and deeper, our lips meeting in a familiar dance as our tongues sensually stroked each other.

The smell of rain and the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore made the moment even more special.

Each second, body to body, skin to skin we climbed higher and higher together as Jey carefully rolled onto his back, shifting me onto my side, trying to take some pressure off of my chest but never stopping his gently thrusts.

A strangled moan escaped my lips at the new position as Jey wrapped one arm around my chest, the other placing one of my leg over his as I trembled in his arms.

“It’s just us…. Stop being shy, ma,” he rasped against my ear thrusting at a steadier pace.

“Mmm, you feel so good. I need it so bad, Josh!” I cried as he growled nipping at my neck as tears sprang to my eyes from the immense pleasure.

“I know baby, me too, I need you to cum for me…You gon’ give me what I want, ain’t you?”

“Yes! I’m close, don’t stop,” my desperate cries silenced as he grasped my throat bringing my mouth to his in a scorching kiss, as I writhed in need against him.  His other hand to toying with my clit.

“You gon’ cum for me, like a good girl?” Jey asked already knowing the answer, his thrusts and breathing more uneven as I pulsed around him.

“Mmm,Yes.”

“Louder, Ma.”

“Yes! I’mma cum like a good girl, I promise,” I cried unashamed. He was dickin’ my ass down and it felt so damn good.

“Yea…Let it go, Ma. Damn, you so feel good,” he murmured against my lips.

“Josh! Fuck!” I cried coming undone in his arms. “Mmm, fuck yea look at you cummin’ just for me,” Jey praised pulling out, rubbing his dick against my clit.  “Mmm, put it back in,” I begged truly drunk on him at this point, and I wanted all he had to give.

Jey’s POV

“Uh huh, I know baby, dat pussy quivering. You need some more of dis dick don’t you?” I groaned turned on as fuck as Kara reached down, moving my hand, grasping my dick rubbing against her clit before sliding the tip back inside her.

“Take what you want, I’m yours.”

 “I want more,” Kara purred guiding my dick back inside her as we both gasped as we became one again….

“Fuck, yea…Put dat dick back in for daddy and get you another nut I moaned as we moved against each other in sync.

 “I- I want you to cum now.” Kara whimpered against me as I felt a her tight pussy swallowing my dick like a champ. Fuck, I wasn’t gon’ last too much longer.

 “Hold on, we both gon’ get this next nut together,” I groaned on a mission thrusting harder. “Josh- Wh-”

“Just breathe, ma…Let it take over, I promise its gon’ feel so good,” I whispered nibbling on her ear as I felt her relax. “Baby….Baby…Mm, Josh,” Kara gasped.

“Yea..I’m right here Kara, I got you.”

“What are you doing to me?” Kara groaned trying to hide her face but I refused to let her. Grabbing her chin, making her look at me.

“I’ll tell you what I’m doin’…..I’m makin’ love to the woman I love,” I declared, continuing to get lost inside her.

“I love you,” Kara moaned as our lips met in a sloppy kiss as she took my hand and placed it on her clit, and guiding my hand in a figure eight motion as she began steadily throwing her ass back on my dick to match my deep hard thrust.

“Shit! I love you more. …Now be my good girl, and cum for me…Fuck you doin’ so good, ma,” I moaned.

“Jey! Mmm, fuck!” Kara screamed as I felt her pulsing around my dick.

“Uh huh, I know it baby, I feel it.”

“Cum with me.”

 “Can I cum inside you?” I groaned thrusting harder praying she would say yes. “Yes, I want you too Josh,” she whimpered as her head fell back against my shoulder in shock as she fell over the cliff of extasy, taking me with her as I groaned in triumph holding her trembling body against mine as I came and stilled inside her.

The sounds of the rain hitting the roof, along with our heavy breathing filled the night air. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes, too stunned to speak.

 “Damn, that was insane,” I whispered, finally somewhat regaining my composure as Kara rolled onto her back still trying to catch her breath.

“Best balcony picnic date ever,” Kara said with a relaxed smile as I gently kissed her lips.

“No regrets,” I whispered as Kara caressed my beard. “No regrets.”

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Roman's House

Janice's POV

"Mama, I can't believe he posted this," Roman said as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his phone.

"Aww that was nice Joshua did that for Kara," I said as Roman rolled his eyes.

Mama-"

"What it's very sweet."

"What about the blanket hanging off the bed mama? He's being messy, in so many words sayin' he slept with Kara," Roman said as I frowned at him.

"Roman they could have been cuddling watching movies for all we know, but in the end, it isn't your business what Kara does."

"I know, but can people give me time to deal with what I lost? I lost my wife and now she's with my cousin." Roman said slightly raising his voice.

"Roman, Kara isn't going to put her life on hold to make you feel better. I had something to tell you, but I see you aren't in the right frame of mind to hear it right now." I said choosing to not pass on the new information I found out at Rebecca's today. He'll find out tomorrow like everyone else.

"No I'm not in a good head space, but I will be when I get some air," Roman said as I got up and stood by the kitchen door.

"No you ain't because you're going to end up at Josh's and I'm not letting you do that to Kara or yourself," I said putting my foot down.

"I just need some air, mama, please move," Roman pleaded as I refused to move.

"The last time you went out to get some air you ended up in Boston and could have got yourself killed, so no I ain't moving."I cried. Roman was at his breaking point, but he needed to get all this shit out. He was holding too much in.

"What do you want from me?!" Roman yelled as I pulled him into my arms giving him a much needed hug as his arms tightened around me.

"I want you to let it go, baby...Let that guilt go and free yourself, it's almost been a year." I said trying to get through to him.

"I lost her and I can't fix it," Roman said his voice breaking as rubbed his back. "Some things aren't meant to be fixed Roman...We just own up to our mistakes and take it one day at a time," I said as he pulled away wiping his tears.

"I know I gotta let her go, mama. My mind tells me that every day but my heart ain't caught up yet," Roman said sitting back down and looking at his phone.

"It will...Just give yourself time," I said as we heard Logan cry over the baby monitor.

"I got her, you went the last time," Roman said going to check on Logan leaving his phone on the table.

Picking it up I looked at Josh's post and smiled.

"Gon' head Joshua," I muttered truly happy that Kara was moving on and being loved how she deserved to be.

The thought of tomorrow suddenly crept back into my mind. I hated to disrupt the dinner tomorrow but I couldn't let this betrayal stay hidden.

Kara needed to know there was more than one enemy she needed protection from. I just never in my wildest dreams thought it would be her own mother.

Tomorrow Rebecca is coming clean or i'mma do it myself.

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