Star17

Loving life while also being a 24 year old Graduate Student (why did I decide to do this school thing)

[thisishellfire-deactivated20230]

Best Friend’s Dad Series

Fluff -  🥰 Semi Fluff/Angst -  🥺 Semi Fluff/Smut -  🤩 Angst -  😭 Semi Angst/Smut -   👀 Smut -  🥵

It was always a given that your best friends dads best friend was attractive, but you never know how much…not until the reunion.

Chapter One: BFDBF 👀

Chapter Two: BFT, BFD  😭

Chapter Three: BFDBF + BFD  🥵

Chapter Four: BFFO  😭

Chapter Five: BFTCO  😭​

[dear-dark-angel]

you feel like home ⁠♡⋆.˚

pairing | stepdad!bucky x reader summary | after a long week away on a tiring mission, your stepdad shows you just how much he missed you. warnings/tags | dddne, mdni (18+), stepcest, cheating, fluff, kissing, daddy kink, nsfw, smut, dom!bucky, sub!reader, possessive behavior, pinning wrists down, brief breast play, slight manipulation, spitting in mouth, finger sucking, pussy pronouns, fingering, brief mention of bucky wanting to eat reader out while she's asleep, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, hand around neck (no choking), bucky briefly mocks reader, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of reader's mother and her finding out, cock warming, pushing cum back in, pet names (sweet girl, pretty girl, pretty baby, baby, love), no use of y/n word count | 2.6k angelic whispers | hey, angel!! here's another installment of stepdad bucky because i have a strange obsession with him right now, sorry (not really). this is not connected to my first fic, just something super smutty because i saw a tweet that said "'fuckkk i missed you' while sliding in >>>>" and immediately thought about stepdad bucky. fuck me *insert awkward smile here* happy gooning, freak (affectionate). dividers by me:)

temptation swirled around the pair of you like a carnal mist. sweat slicked bodies surrounded each other as heavy breaths tangled between parted lips, amongst the lust-filled air. the mattress squealed under the weight of your stepdad's presence, hovering above you.

bucky's knee was slotted between your legs, toned thigh pressed firmly against your panty-clad pussy. His solid hands were everywhere: lightly tugging on your hair, gripping your waist, and palming your breast. ravenous lips brushed yours as his metal hand settled on your jaw, tipping your head back at the perfect angle, so that he could lick into your mouth. your taste was on his tongue with a vengeance as if he couldn't rid himself of you even if he wanted to, which he didn't.

he'd jumped you as soon as he stumbled in the door, shedding the week-long mission along with his clothes. steel blue gaze landed on you instantly from your spot on the couch, and he hadn't bothered with checking if your mother was home. his strong, hulking frame crowded you, plucking you from the sofa and craddling you to his chest. you squeezed his torso, every bitter emotion melting away from the feeling of his embrace.

"missed my girl," he'd murmured into your hair. without warning, he'd lifted you, slinging you over his shoulder like a weightless sack of potatoes. you giggled breathlessly as he carried you down the length of the hallway to the bedroom with his palm braced over the round of your ass.

usually such a gentle man, who treated you as if you were as fragile as thin glass, he had tossed you onto the bed with a roughness you were unfamiliar with. it momentarily stunned you as your body bounced onto squeaky springs.

"buck," you gasped, but the surprise in your tone fell on deaf ears as he climbed on top of you.

his nose nudged the crook of your neck, lips pressing into you as he whispered against your skin, "say it, sweet girl. c'mon, tell me what i wanna hear. been deprived of hearin' those pretty lips say it."

you knew exactly what he wanted; it was the same thing every time. it was crucial that he heard it. he never begged, but he asked with urgency. sometimes you liked to make him wait for it until he was so eager that he started demanding it. but the super soldier seemed drained, bone-tired, as the week away weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he was desperate for relief.

so, you gave him what he craved. "i'm yours, daddy," you crooned, arching into his touch.

he moaned, leaning back with his eyes blown wide. disbelief was etched onto his features, as if no matter how many times you convinced him that the statement was true, it still sent him reeling.

bucky licked his bottom lip, drawing it in between his teeth with a hard bite. "that's right, baby. all mine," he confirmed before dropping his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

that's where you found yourself now, tongues sliding against one another as you clawed at his flexing shoulder blades. at one point, you were pulling him in, deepening the kiss. the next, you were shoving at his chest, trying to catch your breath.

breaking the kiss with a ragged exhale, he quirked a brow at your sudden behavior change. he gathered your wrists in his grasp, pinning them above your head as he inched closer to your face, noses nearly bumping with the proximity.

"what's the matter?" he asked, scanning your features.

you squirmed beneath him, struggling against his hold as worry crawled up your back like an anxiety-riddled cat. "she's going to be home soon," you answered.

of course, he knew who she was, but he didn't seem troubled by that information. your mother worked overnight shifts most days—that's how this all started in the first place—but unfortunately, that wasn't the case tonight.

"i'll be real quick. wanted to take my time with my precious girl, but we'll just have to save that for another time," he promised, punctuating it with a kiss to the tip of your nose.

reaching below your skirt, his fingers grazed over the lace center of your panties, sending little jolts of pleasure up your spine. you canted your hips off the bed, legs closing on instinct.

though his thigh kept you open, he spread you further. his flesh hand held down your inner thigh against the comforter until his knee came up to replace it. hard bone dug into silk skin as he kept you open. his other knee shifted, hooking under your opposite thigh and driving it upward until your knee was level with your midsection.

writhing, you thrashed against your restraints, but his grip only tightened around your wrists. "hold still f'me, love. gotta check in with this sweet pussy. did she miss me, too?"

a single digit traced the inner edge of your panties, adjacent to the unmistakable damp spot. "hmm…sure looks like she missed me," he muttered smugly with a wink.

moving the lace to the side, he revealed your cunt to his eager eyes. he parted the lips of your pussy with his middle and forefinger, watching the way your hole clenched around nothing.

"well, would you look at that, she's sayin' hi to daddy," he smirked. two antsy fingers skimmed up the length of your cunt, gathering your wetness and flicking over your throbbing clit. he brought the pair up to your face, tapping your bottom lip.

"go on, open. want you to taste yourself. taste my pussy, tell me how good she tastes," he growled. yet, you didn't obey, not when dread was clogging up your lungs, making it hard to breathe. it was difficult to let go when the unsettling thought of your mom coming home to see what her husband was doing to you, observing how you were unraveling for someone you had no claim to.

bucky tutted when you didn't listen, his flesh hand wrapping around your jaw in an unwavering hold. his two soaked fingers hovered above your cheek, not wanting to smear any of your arousal on you without giving a mouthful first.

"where'd my sweet girl go—the one who always listens to what i say?" he asked, tongue poking into his cheek in irritation.

"she's going to-" you started, but he immediately cut you off.

"no she ain't. stop worryin', and lemme take care of ya." still, you persisted, not offering him an opening into your mouth. he grumbled, squeezing your jaw a little rougher. "y'know daddy'll fuck you real good and hard, make all those worries disappear. you just gotta lemme in, baby."

you finally obeyed, separating your top lip from your bottom to show him the cave of your mouth. "there's my sweet girl," he praised, relinquishing his grip. "now, how 'bout you tell me how we taste together."

without another word, he spat straight into your mouth, his saliva instantly coating your tongue. directly after, he shoved his fingers into the gap with a nod, silently persuading you to close your mouth. you sealed your lips around him, sucking your juices off his digits. the combination of his spit and your wetness danced on your tongue in a harmonious blend.

you hummed, eyelashes fluttering shut as you lapped at his fingers. raising your head off the mattress, you took the pair deeper. "oh, fuck," he cursed lowly. "look at you. how does that taste? do we taste good together?"

you nodded, with a languid swirl of your tongue circling his fingers. withdrawing his digits with a soft pop, he relocated them back to your pussy. his calloused fingerpads pushed solidly against your entrance, your hole promptly expanding around the width of the pair. you let out a high-pitched moan as they thrusted into you without caution.

"sorry, love," he apologized half-heartedly. "gotta stretch you out. you haven't taken daddy's cock in a whole week, and those little fingers don't do much to keep you open f'me, huh? bet they don't even get you off now that i've spoiled you with my fat cock."

they drove in and out harshly, and he splayed the inserted digits, making room for himself. you yelped, bowing your back as he forced your body to adjust to him.

"i know, i know," he cooed. "but i gotta be quick. promise, i'll be gentle next time. just need you so bad. been achin' for my pretty girl. haven't even touched myself because nothin' feels as good as you."

the wet squelch of your dripping cunt echoed off the walls as he continued to finger you vigorously. you were panting, chest heaving with sharp intakes of air. "please, bucky. give me your cock. i can take it, i promise," you pleaded.

a huff of laughter escaped him at your impatience. "a lil demanding, aren't we?" he said, extracting his fingers. He held them up, the pair glistening with your arousal, and slid them between his lips, sucking them clean.

a deep rumble arose from his chest before he released them. "mmm…got me thinkin' 'bout sneakin' in 'ere tonight when you're asleep, and slip under these covers just to eat this sweet pussy."

he freed your wrists, moving both hands to clutch your waist and reposition you. "ooh, i wondered how you'd sound," he continued. "would you make cute lil sleepy noises, or would you sing for me, without carin' 'bout who hears?"

shifting you onto your side, he lifted your right leg, resting it on his opposite shoulder. the clang of his belt buckle, followed by the zipper on his jeans, filled the space. he tugged down the denim that hugged his hips, enough to slip his dick out of the confines of his boxers.

you felt him tap his tip against your center as he lined himself up. clutching your ankle with his free hand, he slipped the tip through your slick folds and pushed in gently. a shared groan was torn from you and your stepdad as he stretched you out; his fingers had nothing on the girth of his cock.

"fuckkk," he rasped. "i missed you. missed how perfectly you fit 'round me."

He seized your leg, metal-plated fingers digging into your smooth skin. he hugged it to his chest, luring your ankle up to his lips, planting a lingering kiss on the bone before burying himself to the hilt. he gave you a deep, measured grind before he drew back and slammed right back in.

you bent backward, your spine curving at a delicious angle. eyes squeezed shut, and hands searching for anything to grab, you shrieked loudly. bucky's thrusts were punishing, making your tits bounce with every jolt of his hips.

surrendering his hold on your ankle, his hand wandered up your front, fingers getting briefly caught in the material of your skirt. his hand snaked beneath your shirt, cupping one of your breasts and massaging it gingerly.

that only caused your head to tilt back further, neck craned, as you faced the bed frame. yet, your eyes stayed closed, the creases near your eyelids even more prominent now. his palm migrated from under your shirt, drifting over your collarbone, and settling on your neck.

he didn't choke you, but with the leverage he had, he turned your head, forcing you to face him. "c'mon, baby," he muttered. "wanna see you. wanna be able to see when those pretty eyes glaze o'er."

you peeled your eyes open, unfocused eyes locking on steel blue ones. "oh, poor thing," bucky mocked. "you're already gone, aren't you? you drunk on daddy's cock? my lil cock drunk girl."

your jaw went slack, babbling incoherently, "f-feels…'s…g-good."

chuckling darkly, he tilted his head, observing how your face contorted with pleasure. his dick was an angry force, driving into you fiercely. you felt every vein and ridge of him as he glided through your plush walls. manicured toes curled next to his head as he hit that sweet spot, grinding up into you when he was fully sheathed in your cunt.

he leaned forward, pinning your leg between your bodies. his palm scooped your head up, lifting it slightly to gaze into your eyes. the eye contact was intense as he pounded you into the mattress below. you nearly got lost in his eyes for a second, but he dragged you right back to the present when he increased his pace.

you were whimpering from the brutal build of your orgasm. the coil in your gut was winding taut, and it was threatening to explode. your cunt clenched around him, causing him to lurch forward.

"you close?" he asked, voice strained from the effort it took not to cum right then and there. you could only moan in response as your hands curled in the sheets. "oh, pretty baby, you're gonna make me cum. gonna cum right inside ya, fill ya right up. you want that?"

you nodded frantically, your eyes welling up with tears as the intensity behind the rise of your climax rattled the cage of your ribs. the tears spilled over, cascading down the swell of your cheeks.

"shh…i gotcha, love," he assured, slipping a knuckle up your face to catch the falling tears. "cum f'me."

you didn't need very much convincing because your pussy was already rippling around him. you came with a broken cry, your eyes rolling back as it crashed into you with the full weight of a wrecking ball. you shuddered, your leg shaking beside his head. you rode the wave of your orgasm as he worked you through it, proceeding to ram into your drooling cunt.

"that's it, baby—fuck—" he grunted, still holding back. "you look so pretty when you cum."

bucky's thrusts turned sloppy as his own climax threatened to take over his form. he moaned gravelly, "'m gonna fill you up. gonna put a baby in you, sweet girl. make you all beautiful and round with my child."

he huffed out a dry laugh. "what would your ma say, huh? we'd be caught red-handed, the evidence of what we've been doin' would be right in your swollen belly."

one of your hands came up, even in the daze of your euphoria, cupping the back of his neck to draw him nearer. "i don't care. fill me, daddy. make me yours," you begged, your voice utterly wrecked.

that did him in; his mind was reeling, and his eyes darkened. before you knew it, his hips stuttered in their movement, and he was spilling into. loads of cum coated your walls as he called out your name. it seeped from the small seam of your pulsating pussy, dripping onto the clean sheets below.

holding himself there, he reveled in your warmth as he came down from his high. he gazed down at you affectionately, eyes gleaming with a swarm of emotions. he knew how wrong this was, but he couldn't find it in his heart enough to care. you were catching your breath, unaware of the feelings that were swirling in his chest.

when he pulled out, he glanced down at where you were joined. your combined release trickled down your cunt. "ah-ah," he tutted, gripping his cock to shovel the cum back into your throbbing hole with his tip. "gotta push it back in so it sticks, yeah?"

you inhaled shakily, your head lulling to the side. a tired, sweet grin stretched across your lips while you watched him with hooded eyes.

"what're you smilin' at?" he teased.

"nothing," you responded. "just missed you."

in that moment, it felt like you hung the stars for him. his chest ached from those three simple words. if he were being honest with himself, he would've said he felt like half of himself was missing in his week away. instead, he murmured, "missed you too, sweet girl."

[honeybnz]

Loki: Master of Disguise

dark series • Loki x reader • shameless smut • F/M • use of y/n

Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play

Summary:

Loki disguises himself as your boyfriend Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.

This is a series in progress :) All parts can be read after each other or separately.

Part 1: Stolen Thunder

Part 2: Green Light

Masterlist • AO3

Leave a comment or send me a DM to be added to the taglist!

[reignspears]

THIS ROMAN EDIT FROM ESPN IS 🔥

[yaereigns]

@pumpkinspicedlatta this is the Tribal Chief who hopped on the jet to follow me to Chicago 💦🤭😈

Him in these glasses is the reason I let him in the AirBnB 😝💦🤸🏾‍♀️🤤

[yyaktayak]

INTRODUCING THE OTHER CAST MEMBERS OF KISS KISS KISS 💋

tags ! : 🏷️ @uceyliyahh @charmed-dreamssss @amandairene88 @duhitzkay380 @prettypink-princesss @bluestrawberrypatch @mjonthetrack @christinabae @transparentphantomface @fafomama @scorpiodivazchamp @keenagurl @trippiexlove @shanthefemalerapper @lovelikebuttahbaybee @mindairy 🏷️ lmk if you'd like to be tagged ! I'll add u!! 🏷️

Solange’s group ♥️

Nakumi Evette Lianes 💋

25 years old

One of Solange’s Bestfriends

Twin sister - Kamuri

Love interest - RAF Sandou

Kamuri Evenlyn Lianes💋

25 years old

One of Solange’s Bestfriends

Twin sister - Nakumi

Love interest - HAON

Codys Group !

Joshua Hwanmin Yi🍻

Stage name : NOSUN

30 years old

One of Cody’s bestfriends

Woo Wonjae

Nicknames : Woo or Wonjae

29 years old

One of Cody’s bestfriends

Lee Jae-hak

Stage name : Fleeky Bang

23 years old

One of Cody’s bestfriends

Jeong Seung-hwan

Stage Name: RAF Sandou

27 years old

Love interest - Nakumi 💋

One of Cody’s bestfriends

Kim Ha-on

Stage name : HAON

26 years old

Love interest - Kamuri 💋

One of Cody’s Bestfriends

Kiss Kiss Kiss ‘

A/N: I love KHH so I decided to merge them into one of my stories this story will be my longest I will include all love interest Solange x Cody , RAF x Nakumi , & Haon x Kamuri ! Please enjoy this is the only story I will be focusing on from now on.

[punksyeetgifs]

The Bloodline Stands Tall

WWE Raw - July 20th, 2026

🏷️: @miss-kuki-nz @spiicii @romanreignsbae @rollinsland @lovelikebuttahbaybee @dpriestxripleysgirl @jeysslut @xnightmarexpunkx @mari3st4r @wwecu @drivefouronthefloor @plaidpajamallama @wrestlezaynia ⋆˙⟡

[yyaktayak]

Kiss Kiss Kiss 💋

Cody Rhodes x Solange

Summary: Can you handle the heat when two entirely different worlds collide in the dark, or will the power dynamic completely consume you? They say some connections are written in the stars, while others are caught under the heavy crimson glow of exclusive nightclub lights. Solange, an international high-fashion icon used to ruling the runways and protecting her pristine image, wasn’t prepared for the gravitational pull of Cody Rhodes. He isn’t just the WWE champion; he moves with a quiet, cold, and undisputed Mafia authority that commands every room he steps into. What starts as a slow, possessive gaze across a VIP lounge quickly turns into a high-stakes game of pursuit backstage in the concrete corridors. Between her elite fashion world, his hyper and chaotic inner circle, and an undeniable chemistry that feels both dangerous and completely inevitable, they are forced to confront a heavy question: Is this just a thrilling game of power, or have they stumbled into a love that will redefine both of their empires?

This fanfic is 18+ No minors allowed!

• Warnings: Smut, explicit scenes, intense chemistry, power dynamics, emotional turbulence.

⚠️ Note: Please be aware there will be smut in some chapters, so keep an eye out for the "⚠️" symbol!

🎧 Inspiration: Inspired by the late-night, heavy melodic trap vibes of Royal44 and NOWIMYOUNG. Highly recommended to listen along while reading to catch the vibe! 🎧

Disclaimer & House Rules:

The only thing I own is my original character (Solange) and the made-up narratives. I am asking nicely once—please do not steal my stories, my plots, or my face claims as your own. I will get disrespectful about it. No shade, but all respect!

tags ! : 🏷️ @uceyliyahh @charmed-dreamssss @amandairene88 @duhitzkay380 @prettypink-princesss @bluestrawberrypatch @mjonthetrack @christinabae @transparentphantomface @fafomama @scorpiodivazchamp @keenagurl @trippiexlove @shanthefemalerapper @lovelikebuttahbaybee @mindairy @xnightmarexpunkx 🏷️ lmk if you'd like to be tagged ! I'll add u!! 🏷️

C.4💋

The grand wrought-iron gates of the Rhodes compound rolled back with a quiet, heavy mechanical hum. Outside, the night sky was clear and dark over the valley, but inside the perimeter, ambient amber lighting illuminated the quarter-mile paved driveway winding up toward the glass-and-steel modern estate.

Inside the sleek black SUV, the air was warm, quiet, and filled with the low hum of the climate control.

Solange sat in the front passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the house as it emerged from behind the line of tall pines. She looked stunning in a fitted dark-olive set, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders, her presence commanding the space even without trying. In the middle row sat Naomi and Rhea Ripley. Naomi was practically vibrating with energy, her eyes glued to the glass windows, while Rhea sat beside her with an easy, confident posture, her dark, striking presence radiating pure enforcer energy.

In the back row sat the Lianes twins—Nakumi Evette Liane and Kamuri Evelynn Liane.

Kamuri was leaning back against the leather seat, checking her phone in the glow of the screen. Her short, finger-waved hair was laid to absolute perfection, her diamond ear stack catching the passing streetlights, and her double tennis chain resting against her collarbone. She looked like a high-fashion editorial come to life, radiating total, unshakeable confidence.

Beside her, Nakumi was staring out the tinted side window.

On the surface, Nakumi’s style was immaculate—a dark, perfectly tailored lounge set, her long dark hair falling down her back with her signature silver-blonde streak framed around her face, and her glossy lips slightly parted. But under the cool exterior, Nakumi’s hands were folded tight in her lap. Her manicured nails pressed lightly into her palm.

She was nervous. Tremendously nervous.

Because tonight wasn't just a casual link-up at a crowded party. Solange had arranged for them to stay at Cody’s estate for an entire week to hang out, relax, and tap into the circle. But Solange, Kamuri, Naomi, and Rhea were the only ones who knew the real truth about Nakumi’s inner fan-girl.

Nakumi had been listening to RAF Sandou’s music for years. Long before he and his rap group, Okashii (alongside Mason Home and Jeffery White), were hitting major charts, she had his underground mixtapes saved on private playlists. She knew every lyric, every ad-lib, every beat drop, and every shift in his tone. Meeting him in a public venue where she could blend into a crowd was one thing; staying under the same roof with him for seven straight days was an entirely different story, especially after remembering the surreal night she had met him and his crew backstage with those VIP passes—a night where her secret adoration had nearly boiled over.

"Nak," Kamuri murmured softly, not even looking up from her phone as she tapped out a text. "If you keep holding your breath like that, you’re gonna pass out before the valet even takes the luggage."

Nakumi shot her twin a sharp, hushed glance, her cheeks flushing a warm pink. "I am breathing just fine, Kamuri."

"You haven't uncrossed your legs in twenty minutes," Kamuri countered, a sly, knowing smirk touching her lips as she finally looked up. "And your chest is practically heaving. Relax, Uce. He’s a guy. A fine-ass rapper, sure, but he puts his pants on one leg at a time just like everybody else."

"She ain't lying, Nak!" Naomi chimed in from the middle seat, turning around with a huge, dramatic grin. "You gotta walk in there like you own the place! Let Sandou sweat a little bit!"

"Naomi, quiet down, you're going to hype her up into a panic," Rhea chuckled softly, her deep voice calm and grounding as she leaned back against her headrest. "Just play it sweet, Nak. Let him come to you. You've got the whole squad right behind you."

"It’s not just that," Nakumi whispered, her voice dropping into a timid, breathless tone as she glanced toward Solange in the front seat. "What if I say something stupid? What if I literally quote one of his deep-cut tracks by accident?"

Solange turned her head slightly from the front passenger seat, offering a warm, reassuring smile. "You won't say anything stupid, Nak. You look gorgeous, and you have total control. Just be yourself. Besides, Sandou doesn't bite... unless you ask him to."

"Solange!" Nakumi squeaked, covering her face with her hands as her cheeks burned even hotter.

Kamuri and Naomi let out a loud, wicked laugh together, while Rhea just shook her head with a dark smirk. "Oh, this week is about to be legendary."

The SUV pulled to a smooth stop under the estate's massive portico. Before the driver could even step out to grab the door, the double glass front doors of the mansion swung wide open.

Cody Rhodes stepped out onto the polished stone steps.

He looked every bit the master of the estate—wearing a relaxed, dark charcoal button-down with the top few buttons undone, rolling his sleeves up over his forearms to reveal his heavy silver watch and custom rings. The sheer authority and warmth in his presence filled the driveway instantly. Behind him stood CM Punk, resting his shoulder against the doorframe with a bottle of sparkling water in hand, watching the driveway with his usual cynical, amused grin.

Cody didn't wait for formal introductions. He walked straight down the steps toward the passenger side, opening the door for Solange himself.

"You made it," Cody said, his voice a low, heavy rumble that immediately grounded the space. His dark eyes locked onto Solange, filled with an intense, undivided warmth that made her heart skip a beat.

"We made it," Solange replied softly, stepping out onto the stone path.

Cody didn't hesitate. He reached out, his broad hand wrapping firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. He leaned down, his lips brushing gently against her cheek before resting near her ear. "I was starting to think I’d have to drive down to the city to fetch you myself," he murmured, his thumb stroking the soft fabric at her hip.

Solange smirked, resting her hand lightly against his chest. "You're impatient, Rhodes."

"Only when it comes to my woman," Cody replied smoothly, a possessive glint in his eyes that made Solange’s smile deepen. He turned his attention as Naomi, Rhea, Nakumi, and Kamuri all stepped out into the crisp night air.

"Welcome to the compound, ladies," Cody said, his voice echoing under the high portico as he gestured toward the open front doors. "I’m glad you all made it up the mountain safely. Everything is set up inside—drinks, food, guest suites are ready. We’ve got the whole week to ourselves, so make yourselves completely at home."

"Appreciate the hospitality, Cody," Kamuri said smoothly, stepping forward with her head held high, her diamond ear stack catching the amber lights. She gave a confident nod, completely unbothered by the grand scale of the estate.

"Nice place, Rhodes," Rhea said with a nod of respect, walking alongside Naomi, who was already inspecting the architecture with wide eyes.

Nakumi stepped out behind her twin, offering a sweet, slightly timid smile. "Thank you, Cody. The place is beautiful."

"Any friend of Solange is family here," Cody said genuinely, guiding Solange toward the threshold. "Come on inside. The whole crew is already in the main living hall."

The main living hall of the Rhodes estate was staggering in its size. High vaulted ceilings featured exposed black steel beams, while floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked an illuminated infinity pool and the sprawling valley below. Low, plush cream leather sectionals surrounded a massive obsidian coffee table laid out with luxury tequilas, ice buckets, playing cards, and heavy glass tumblers.

As Cody led the girls into the room, the conversations scattered across the lounge ground to a halt.

Standing near the wet bar was Jimmy Uso and his twin brother Jey Uso. Jimmy was in the middle of pouring a shot, while Jey was leaning over the counter arguing with him about music. The second Jimmy saw Naomi walk in, his face lit up with a huge grin. In the shadow of the corner sectional sat Woo Wonjae, his black beanie pulled low over his forehead, his iconic thorns neck tattoo dark and sharp against his neck, his heavy sleeve tattoos on full display as he calmly shuffled a deck of dark playing cards.

Beside the glass doors stood NOSUN, wearing a fitted black beanie and full sleeve ink, leaning against the frame while chatting with Fleeky Bang, who was decked out in a full blacked-out Rick Owens outfit, looking like a high-fashion drill icon straight off a runway.

And sitting on the plush leather couch, holding a glass of amber liquor, was Kim Ha-on and the core Okashii members. Mason Home and Jeffery White were lounging nearby, talking strategy over a beat on a portable laptop, while RAF Sandou sat right beside them. His leather bomber jacket was slung casually over the back of the couch. His dark hair was styled back, and his smoldering, dark eyes were fixated directly on the entrance the exact moment the girls walked through the archway.

"Alright, everybody listen up!" Cody’s voice boomed over the speakers playing low trap beats in the background. He kept one arm firmly wrapped around Solange’s waist, pulling her closer to his side. "Most of you know why we’re here, but let's make it official. This is Solange."

The boys let out a chorus of whistles and cheers. Jimmy pounded his fist on the bar top, shouting, "! WELCOME SOL!"

Cody smirked, tightening his grip on Solange’s hip before gesturing toward the rest of the girls. "And these are her girls—Naomi, Rhea, and the Lianes twins, Nakumi and Kamuri. They’re staying with us for the week, so I expect everyone in this house to act with absolute respect. No bullshit."

"Man, Cody, why you looking at me and Jon when you say 'no bullshit'?!" Jey yelled out, making the whole room burst into laughter. "We are on our BEST behavior, Uce!"

"I'll believe that when I see it, Jey," CM Punk deadpanned from the bar, sipping his water before waving at Rhea and Naomi.

Cody ignored the teasing, turning to introduce his core inner circle to the girls. "You all know Jon and Jey. Over by the bar is Punk. In the corner playing cards is Woo Wonjae."

Wonjae looked up from his deck of cards, his dark, intense eyes softening slightly as he gave a low, respectful nod toward Solange, Rhea, Naomi, and the twins. "Welcome," he said, his voice deep, raspy, and quiet.

"Next to the glass is Joshua aka NOSUN—and Lee Jae-hak aka, Fleeky Bang," Cody continued.

Fleeky gave a smooth, stylish sign with his tatted hand, smirking. "What's good, ladies? Welcome to the compound."

"And over here," Cody said, pointing toward the couch, "we have Mason, Jeffery, Kim Ha-on... and RAF Sandou, from Okashii."

The moment his name was uttered, Nakumi felt her heart literally slam into her throat.

RAF slowly started to stand up from the leather couch. He was tall, broad-shouldered, radiating a raw, magnetic cool that filled the space between them. His dark eyes bypassed Solange, bypassed Rhea and Naomi, bypassed Kamuri, and locked straight onto Nakumi.

He didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, taking her in—her dark waves, her glossy lips, her posture, and that striking silver-blonde streak framed around her face. A slow, heavy, impossibly attractive smirk pulled at the side of his mouth as he saw the subtle shift in her posture, instantly recognizing the quiet, timid energy rolling off her from their prior encounters.

"Welcome to the house, Nakumi," RAF said, his voice a low, raspy velvet that vibrated straight through her chest.

Nakumi swallowed hard, her fingers clutching her small leather bag. "T-Thank you, Sandou... I mean, RAF," she stammered softly, her cheeks turning a bright, rosy crimson.

HAON stood up right behind him, his wire-rimmed glasses catching the ambient light as his gaze locked onto Kamuri. He offered a smooth, confident bow, his smile sharp and charming. "Kamuri. It’s an honor to finally meet you in person outside of the venue."

Kamuri raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow, holding his gaze with total high-fashion defiance, her lips curving into a sharp smirk. "The honor is all yours, Ha-on."

Even though everyone was in the exact same sprawling room, phones were already vibrating in pockets and on marble counters as the two master group chats caught fire.

My girls♥️

| Nao💚: OKAY BUT WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT NAKUMI LITERALLY STAMMERED HIS NAME OUT LOUD IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE ROOM?! 😭😭😭 NAK I AM SCREAMING FROM MY COUCH!

| Kamuri 💎: I CANNOT WITH HER! 😭 RAF didn't even say two words and Nakumi was already turning redder than a strawberry!Twinnieeee, hold your ground!

| Nakumi 💋: KAMURI AND NAOMI PLEASE STOP TEXTING! 😳 My phone is literally buzzing in my hand! I didn't mean to say Sandou, Cody literally just said it and it slipped out! 🙈

| Solange ❣️: Nak, don't worry about it. RAF’s smirk literally widened by ten inches the second you said his name. He loved it.

| Rhea 🖤: He’s intrigued, Nak. A shy twin with silver hair who knows his name? You already have the upper hand, even if you feel nervous. Play it sweet.

| Nakumi 💋: My heart is beating so fast I think Cody’s security team can hear it. 😩

Day 1🩸🍻

| Jon🩸: YO RAF! UCE IS DOWN ASTRONOMICAL ALREADY! 😭 Did y'all see his face when she called him Sandou?! Man almost dropped his drink!

| Jey 🔑: RAF IS COOKED! 💀 Look at him standing by the couch trying to look like a mysterious cool rapper! Uce is sweating in that leather jacket!

| Mason Home🏡: Bro has been down bad since the backstage pass day, let's be honest.

| Jeffery White❄️: Facts. Man didn't shut up about her for two days after the show.

| Haon🌤️: Leave my boy alone! He’s locked in! Meanwhile, Kamuri just gave me the coldest, most beautiful death stare I’ve ever seen in my life. I am in love.

| Fleeky 💥: HAON, you are down bad too! 💀 She looked at you like you were dirt on her shoe and you smiled like you won the lottery!

| NOSUN 🍺: 🤣🤣🤣 Wonjae ain't said a word and he’s laughing at all of us right now.

| Wonjae 🖤: I’m just watching. RAF’s hands are in his pockets because his fingers are shaking.

| RAF 🕶️: Wonjae, shut the fuck up. And Jey, mind your damn business. Nakumi is sweet as hell. I’m making my move during drinks.

| Cody🥂: Keep it respectful, Sandou. That’s Solange’s best friend. But if you blow it, I will personally roast you in front of the entire roster.

"Alright! We are not sitting around acting formal for seven days!" Naomi’s voice boomed from the end of the long marble kitchen island as she began lining up heavy crystal shot glasses. "We are filling these up with tequila, sitting in a circle, and playing Truth or Strip Shot! No excuses, no backing out!"

"Now this is what I’m talking about!" Jey yelled, dropping down onto the massive plush rug in front of the fireplace. "Let’s go!"

The group gathered on the floor and low leather cushions in a wide circle. Cody sat back against the base of the sectional, pulling Solange down directly between his legs. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, anchoring her against his broad chest, his chin resting near her shoulder as his fingers stroked her hip through her olive set. He made zero effort to hide his absolute possession over her.

Jimmy sat near Naomi, grinning and nudging her shoulder as she poured the drinks, while Rhea leaned back against the couch frame beside Jey, watching the whole room with a dark, amused smile.

HAON strategically placed himself directly across from Kamuri. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his wire-rimmed glasses resting low on his nose as he fixated his gaze on her. Kamuri crossed her long legs, leaning her chin on her hand, meeting his gaze with a sharp, teasing smirk that proved she wasn't easily swayed.

And then there was RAF.

He waited until Nakumi had taken a seat on a plush black cushion before he made his move. Sandou didn't sit across from her—he lowered himself down right beside her, close enough that his warm shoulder brushed against hers, his long legs stretched out on the rug. The rich scent of his cologne—a mix of sweet tobacco, leather, and heavy cedar—instantly washed over Nakumi’s senses.

Nakumi stiffened slightly, her breath hitching as she felt the radiant heat of his body. She kept her eyes fixed on the array of shot glasses in the center of the table, her fingers nervously twirling a dark lock of her hair.

Sandou leaned in close, his deep voice dropping to a low, velvet purr intended only for her ears. "You still nervous around me, quiet girl?"

Nakumi turned her head slowly, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up into his smoldering dark eyes. "I’m not nervous, Sandou," she whispered timidly, trying to sound firm, though her voice lacked any real bite. "I just... don't like loud games."

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed in RAF’s chest. He reached out with two fingers, gently touching the rim of her shot glass on the table, sliding it an inch closer to her hand. "Then you stay close to me. I'll make sure nobody bothers you."

"Is that a promise?" Nakumi murmured, glancing at him through her hair.

"It’s a guarantee," Sandou replied smoothly, a heavy smirk gracing his lips.

The game started off wild. Jimmy lost the very first round to CM Punk after refusing to reveal who his favorite wrestling rival was, forcing him to slam back two heavy shots of dark tequila while Jey clapped and laughed hysterically. Fleeky Bang lost a truth round to NOSUN and was forced to hand over his custom Rick Owens sunglasses for the remainder of the night.

Then, the empty tequila bottle spun across the polished wood, slowing down until it pointed directly at HAON.

"Alright, HAON!" Naomi cheered, pointing her finger at him. "Truth or take two shots!"

"Truth," HAON answered smoothly without a second of hesitation. He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, his smile confident and clear.

"Out of everyone in this room, who caught your eye the absolute second you walked in?" Naomi asked, her eyes glinting with pure mischief.

The room went dead quiet for a second. Jimmy leaned forward, whispering loudly, "Oh shit, here it comes!"

HAON didn't look at Cody, didn't look at the bottle, and didn't falter. His eyes remained locked firmly on Kamuri’s face.

"Kamuri," HAON said, his voice smooth and clear, carrying zero doubt. "She’s had my attention since the second she stepped through that door, and she’s had it every second since."

The room erupted into absolute chaos. Jey started pounding his fists on the floor, while Jimmy yelled, "SMOOTH UCE! ABSOLUTE GAME!"

Kamuri tried her best to maintain her cool, unbothered high-fashion composure, but a rich, warm blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. She bit down on her glossy lip, her brown eyes flashing with genuine intrigue as she looked at him. "You talk real confident for a guy who just met me, Haon—though I suppose seeing you perform live gave you enough practice."

HAON grinned. "I told you, Kamuri. I don't just talk. I mean every word."

Beside them, Cody leaned down near Solange’s ear, his breath warm against her skin. "He’s almost as bold as I was with you," Cody whispered, his hand tightening around her waist, his thumb stroking her warm skin.

Solange turned her head slightly, her nose brushing his strong jawline. "Nobody is as bold as you, Rhodes. Don't get cocky."

Cody smirked, pressing a firm, warm kiss against the side of her neck. "I’m not cocky, Sol. I just know what’s mine."

As the night progressed and the music grew louder, the heavy energy in the living hall became overwhelming for Nakumi. While the rest of the crew was busy watching Fleeky argue with Jey over card rules, Nakumi quietly slipped away from her cushion.

She walked down the long, dim, amber-lit hallway toward the east wing of the estate. The corridor featured floor-to-ceiling glass walls that looked out over the quiet inner courtyard and pool. She stopped near the middle of the hall, leaning her shoulder against the cool glass pane, letting out a long, slow breath as she looked up at the stars.

"Get a grip, Nakumi," she whispered to herself, pressing her cool palms against her warm cheeks. "He’s just a person..."

"Lying to yourself isn't going to lower your heart rate, Nak."

Nakumi gasped softly, spinning around on her heel.

RAF Sandou was standing at the entrance of the hallway, his hands tucked casually into his dark pants pockets. He walked toward her with slow, deliberate, predatory steps—like a panther moving through the dark. The faint ambient lighting caught the sharp angles of his jawline, his dark hair, and the intense, smoldering focus in his eyes.

"You followed me?" Nakumi asked timidly, her voice dropping into a breathless whisper as he closed the distance between them.

"You left the room," Sandou said simply, stopping until he was standing bare inches away from her. The heat radiating off his broad body wrapped around her instantly. He reached out, his long, tatted fingers gently catching a lock of her hair, playing with the silver-blonde streak between his fingers. "I don't like when you're far away."

Nakumi’s back pressed flat against the cool glass wall. She was trapped—completely encircled by his heavy presence and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

"Sandou... I have to tell you something," Nakumi confessed softly, looking up into his dark eyes, her honesty breaking through her shy exterior. "I know who you are. Long before tonight, long before the backstage passes... I’ve been listening to your music for years. I know every single track you, Mason, and Jeffery dropped with Okashii. Even the underground ones."

RAF paused. His fingers stilled in her hair. His dark eyes softened with genuine surprise before a deep, impossibly warm, attractive smile spread across his face. He reached up, placing his broad palm against the glass wall right beside her head, leaning down until his face was inches from hers.

"Is that why you've been so timid with me all night?" Sandou asked softly, his raspy voice dropping into a velvet purr that made her skin prickle with heat. "Because you've been a fan of mine all this time?"

Nakumi’s cheeks burned crimson, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "I'm not just a fan... I respect your work. A lot. And actually standing here talking to you in person... it’s different from watching from the crowd. You're... intimidating."

RAF leaned in closer, his lips hovering barely an inch from hers. His dark eyes dropped to her glossy, parted lips before rising to look deep into her soul.

"Forget Okashii, Nakumi," Sandou whispered, his thumb gently reaching up to trace the line of her soft jaw. "Right now, it's just RAF and you. And I don't give a damn about anything else in this house tonight except getting to know you."

Nakumi felt her heart hammer against her ribs. "Sandou..." she breathed his name again, her soft voice sending a visible jolt through his composure.

RAF’s dark eyes flashed with raw intensity. He reached down, his warm, strong hand gently wrapping around the back of her neck, his thumb caressing her skin as he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

The kiss was slow, deep, and devastatingly possessive.

Nakumi let out a soft, breathless gasp against her mouth, her shy hesitation completely melting away under his heat. Her hands rose, her manicured fingers clutching the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with a sudden, burning passion that matched his own.

When Sandou finally pulled back just an inch, resting his forehead against hers, both of their breaths were coming in heavy, ragged hitches.

"No more hiding from me, Nak," RAF whispered against her swollen lips, his thumb brushing over her mouth. "You're with me this whole week."

"Okay..." Nakumi breathed out, her eyes shining with pure devotion. "Okay, Sandou."

By 2:30 AM, the living hall had finally gone quiet. The house lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, and the designated guest suites had been claimed—not by debate, but by clear, undisputed ownership.

Cody pushed open the heavy mahogany double doors to the master penthouse suite overlooking the valley. The room was dark, lit only by the warm glow of the gas fireplace and the distant city lights outside the massive glass walls.

The moment the heavy doors clicked shut behind them, Cody turned, pulling Solange into his arms with effortless, commanding power. He lifted her off her feet, his lips locking onto hers in a deep, long-overdue kiss that consumed the room's silence. Solange wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands threading through his hair, letting out a soft sigh as he carried her toward the king-sized bed.

"You're mine for the whole week, Solange," Cody growled against her skin, unbuttoning her olive top and letting it slide to the floor. "No work, no interruptions, no distractions."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Rhodes," Solange whispered back, pulling his face down to meet her kiss.

Across the courtyard, HAON held the door open for Kamuri as she entered the executive guest suite.

Kamuri walked in, kicking off her heels and running a hand through her finger-waved hair. She turned around to face him, leaning her hip against the high wooden dresser with a sharp smirk. "So... you made your big statement in front of the whole room tonight, Ha-on. What’s your next move?"

HAON closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. He removed his wire-rimmed glasses, tossing them onto the bedside table, stepping toward her with an intense, unshakeable drive in his dark eyes. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

"My next move... is spending this whole week showing you that I’m the only man you're ever going to think about again, Kamuri," HAON murmured, leaning down to press a deep, passionate kiss against her lips, making her gasp as his hands pulled her closer.

In the quiet west wing suite, RAF walked in holding Nakumi’s hand tightly in his own.

The shy twin was no longer hiding. She stood before him in the faint amber light of the room, her silver-streaked hair cascading over her shoulders. Sandou pulled her close, lifting her gently to sit on the edge of the high marble dresser, standing between her knees as his hands cupped her face with immense warmth and care.

"You still nervous, Nak?" Sandou asked softly, a warm, tender smile gracing his features.

Nakumi reached up, her arms wrapping securely around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers. "Not with you, RAF," she whispered against his mouth, giving herself over completely to the man who was holding her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Deep into the night, as the mansion settled into peaceful luxury, phones buzzed one last time under the dim lights of the estate.

My girls♥️

| Nao💚: I AM CURRENTLY SLEEPING ON THE COUCH WITH RHEA AND I SWEAR TO GOD I HEARD THREE SEPARATE DOORS LOCK IN THREE DIFFERENT WINGS OF THIS MANSION AT THE EXACT SAME TIME! 😭😭😭

| Rhea 🖤: Naomi, go to sleep. The operations are officially complete. Everyone is right where they belong for the week.

| Nao💚: SOLANGE IS SECURED! KAMURI IS SECURED! NAKUMI IS SECURED! THIS WEEK IS GOING TO BE ABSOLUTE CINEMA! 💋

| Solange ❣️: Goodnight, girls. See you all at breakfast. ❤️

| Kamuri 💎: Goodnight, ladies. 🌤️

| Nakumi 💋: Goodnight... 💋🕶️

Day 1🩸🍻

| Jon🩸: Yo... why is the whole house dead silent right now?! 😭

| Jey 🔑: Uce... THEY ARE IN THEIR SUITES! Leave them alone! 💀 Cody, RAF, and HAON all locked in for the week!

| Mason Home🏡: Let the man work. Goodnight, y'all.

| Jeffery White❄️: Peace out.

| Punk 🍻: Finally, some peace and quiet. Nobody wake me up before noon tomorrow.

| Wonjae 🖤: Mission accomplished. Goodnight, boys.

| NOSUN 🍺: 😴😴😴

| Fleeky 💥: Haon and Raf are down bad 😂😂 night chat

Kiss Kiss Kiss ‘💋

A/N: what we thinking about the Lianes twins and Raf & Haon together ???

C.5 💋

extra cast .

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[jeysslut]

He's so hott omfg

[dreamgirljey]

That walk is dangeroussssss 😈🙂‍↔️

*GIMME*

[uceyliyahh]

DADAAAA

[grxmmkxttie]

lemme pull his chain 😍

[uceyliyahh]

no fr tho

[sumbarbietingz]

Part 2 contains some smut this time. Enjoy ^^

Part 1

The following minutes after Roman proposed to you, the internet literally exploded. Thousands of tweets, TMZ headlines, a video from this special moment uploaded on the WWE’s YouTube channel- everyone was talking about this viral moment. But as expected, it wasn’t long before people found out who you were, and, of course, there was the outrage over the age gap.

@uceywifey: Chile, she could be his daughter

@.tribalprincess: No wonder Roman didn’t have his wedding band anymore, he really kept his divorce a secret

@iyotrashcan: that’s so disgusting girl run away💀

@drewmcinburger: these are two grown ass adults, who cares

@bloodl1nesupremacy: this family surely has a thing for younger women, @uceyjucey I’m talking to you lame event cheat man

@solosasscrack: man idk I just wish them the best, seems like their family keeps growing

@xoxoliiiiv: Roman Reigns being a groomer wasn’t on my bingo card-

@whoopthattrickkk: they seem to be happy and I’ve seen bigger age gaps, mind y’all business damn

@_thebigtime: everyday that man finds a new way to disappoint me 🫩

@triplehemorrhoids: His kids seem to love her tho

It was expected, and you couldn’t blame anyone for thinking that the age gap was kind of disturbing, but it didn’t matter to you because at the end of the day, it was nobody’s business but yours and Roman’s. You’ve seen people making all kinds of shit up regarding the news: he divorced his ex wife for you, he was cheating with you, he’s a predator, you’re a gold digger… oh well, whatever helps them sleep at night.

The next few months have been a whirlwind. Of course the controversy only lasted for a few days before everything went back to normal. The IWC wasn’t known for being consistent or truly caring about morals anyway. But it’s not like it mattered to you, you’ve been so busy planning your wedding with your fiancé that you didn’t have time for parasocial little fucks online. You already chose your bridesmaids, Joelle, of course being one of them. She accompanied you everywhere. You honestly never thought she’d be so eager about the wedding, she even helped you choose the dress. Roman has taken a break specifically to focus on everything and not let you handle everything on your own. He lost the title on purpose during a PLE, and surprise, surprise, people want him back.

It’s an October evening. You’re chilling in your gigantic house in Tampa, watching TV while eating some snacks.

“Alright, we’ll come tomorrow, thank you.” Roman hangs up as he walks toward you, with a low ponytail, baggy grey sweatpants, and an old brandless t-shirt. He’s genuinely dressed like a hobo, but damn, he makes everything look good.

“Who was that?” You ask him as you make room for him on the couch

“The wedding cake designer,” he responds as he sits next to you while wrapping an arm around your waist to drag you closer, his fragrance from Parfums Christian Dior’s private collection, ‘Rouge Trafalgar’, filling your nostrils immediately. “We have a cake testing session tomorrow”

You nod, already licking your lips in anticipation. “I love wedding cakes”

Roman snort “You’re such a big back, baby.”

“Hey!!” You exclaim as you playfully hit his chest. He simply laughs and pretends you actually hurt him

“My bad, my bad. It’s a fifteen minutes drive, hopefully you don’t have anything planned tomorrow?”

“Nope. I’m free for the rest of the week for once, I’ll take the opportunity to finally rest.” He nods. He knows how busy you are and how you’ve been running everywhere for the past few months. And since your stubborn ass refused to hire a wedding planner because “wedding planners are for lazy, useless and dependent people,” well, who was he to force you into doing anything? You were always used to doing everything by yourself, never asking for any help unless you were truly cornered, so in a way, he totally understood why you wanted to plan the wedding, and if it was up to you, you’d probably plan it on your own, without him. Sometimes he doesn’t know if he should admire you or be absolutely worried.

“Baby, have you ever thought about… having kids?” He suddenly asks. Of course you did, especially since he put that ring on your finger, that’s all you’ve been thinking about.

“I did. Why?”

A pause “I was thinking about it, and… personally… I want that.”

“More kids?” You asked playfully, “I thought you said ‘five and done, I’ve done my job, I procreated’?” You quote him mockingly

He groans, “What, a man can’t change his mind?” He responds, not fazed by you calling him out “That was before I was sure about us.” He says while absently caressing your waistline with his thumb, “If you want kids, kids that come from you and me? I will give them to you without hesitation. You’re still young, you’re already doing a lot by accepting to be a stepmother in your twenties, it would be selfish of me not to take into consideration what you want.”

“Roman…” you whisper, not believing how lucky you are to have a man like this in your life.

“Besides…” his voice is now lower “The idea of you pregnant turns me on like crazy, so I wouldn’t mind having ten more kids as long as it’s with you.”

You almost moan when his soft breath touches your ear. Of course he’d find that hot. But you think back, and you visualize a bundle of joy running around happily, being a part of you and a part of your future husband. It makes your heart swell thinking about how their siblings, especially Joelle, would love them unconditionally, how they’d have an army of Samoan and Italian uncles and aunts behind them, you think about how they’d never have to worry about anything, and mostly, you think about how you’ll love and cherish them for the rest of your existence and give them the life you’ve never had the chance to get.

“Then…” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck and climb on his lap, already feeling the bulge pressing against you “…let’s have this baby right now.”

That does it for him. He grips your hips, flips on your back and crushes his lips on yours. You barely have time to even return the kiss that he’s already pulling down your booty short and to his surprise, you’re not only not wearing any panties but you’re also wet as fuck.

“Shit…” he growls “…you really like the idea of getting knocked up uh?” you moan and bite your lip, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“F-fuck yes please…” You breathe out as you watch your two hundred pounds fiancé not even bothering to completely remove his sweatpants, he barely pulls it down to let his huge tanned cock spring free, precum already forming a pearl on his tip. You drag your tongue on your upper lip, and bring two fingers on your puffed up clit, making small circles on it. You hear him mutter a curse as he watches you while stroking himself. With his free hand, he pushes your hand away to rub his tip on your folds and bundle of nerves.

“Mmh…” you bite back a moan while rolling your hips, wanting more friction. Roman grips your hip tightly and pushes you back on a couch, a silent sign for you to behave, which you love so much. He keeps teasing you for a few seconds, then puts an end to your suffering as he slowly pushes his length inside you, stretching out your pussy in the absolute best way possible. You gasp loudly, the familiar feeling taking over your body. You grip the cushion off the leather couch tightly, already preparing yourself for what’s coming.

Roman slowly rolls his hips at first. Your wet, warm, tight cunt enveloping his hard, thick, veiny cock like it usually does. He watches the way you bite your lip, how your juices coat him and make him slicker, it doesn’t take long before he stops pretending and pounds your hole. He steady himself by grabbing you by the waist, your moans now resonating in the entire room alongside the couch creaking and your skin slapping each other.

“Can’t wait to see you full with my baby- fuck… gonna pump so much cum inside you… make sure it fucking takes… and you’re gonna take it like a fucking good girl.” he says between ragged breaths. Your mind can barely process anything except his dick bullying your vagina. Your eyes are barely open, but you quickly regain focus when he grips your jaw to make you look at him. His dominance during sex was always an amazing contrast to his sweet personality.

“Tell me what you want.” He groans as he keeps pistoning his hips against yours.

“I want your baby… I want it…” You say in between moans, teary eyes blurring your vision.

“Whose baby? Uh?” He says while increasing the pace and admiring the way your tits bounce in your thin shirt, and your fucked out expression, you’re so fucking hot.

“Y-yours! Your baby!” You cry out as you grip his large, muscular shoulders, your nails biting his skin through his shirt, which makes him hiss. “Get me fucking pregnant- please!”

He lets out an animalistic growl, wraps his arms around your body and brutally fucks you. You scream so loudly you know you’ll probably lose your voice tomorrow. You dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist as you let him wreck you. Roman feels your cunt pulsating around him, and that’s when it also pushes him closer to the edge. He shoves his face against your neck and breathes hard, his breath tickling your skin.

A few more strokes and you’re done. You cry out and cum right on his cock, your walls pulsating wildly around him. Your legs shake violently as you let your orgasm take over your entire body. It doesn’t take long for Roman to follow you as well, a loud, long groan, one last stroke, and he empties his semen deep inside you. You’re both out of breath and stay in each other’s embrace for a few moments, savoring the aftermath of your climax. He lifts his head back up to see your slightly reddened cheeks, your sweaty face and your eyes that say “this was the best fuck of my life” He doesn’t pull out. He peppers kisses on your jaw and neck before speaking.

“Get ready for round two, mama” he says, his voice hoarse. “I’m not gonna stop until I’m sure it takes. I want you to have a baby bump for the wedding.” You can’t help but shake your head and chuckle. Not only is your man a gooner, but you’ll have to tell Joelle her father had changes of plans, and you’ll have to make the wedding dress a bit larger.

Well, time to make sure that when you say “I do” in a few months, the bun will already be in the oven.

[dreamgirljey]

Uhhhh Jimmy....

I THINK A LITTLE RED IN THEM BRAIDS WOULD LOOK NICE.... DON'T YA THINKKK???? 😈😝

PLEASEEEEE I NEED EVIL USOS 😈🙂‍↕️

[uceyliyahh]

No frr I need that

[dailyjimmyuso]

[uceyliyahh]

Novacane

summary: After escaping a long-term abusive relationship, Ciara leaves everything she's ever known behind and starts over in Atlanta. New city. New apartment. A chance to finally breathe. With no support system and bills piling up, stripping becomes more than just a job, it becomes her way of surviving. Quiet, reserved, and trapped inside her own worldjk, Ciara keeps everyone at a distance. Beneath her confidence on stage is a woman still trying to heal from the life she escaped. Jimmy Uso has built a life for himself, cutting hair alongside his twin brother, Jey, and their cousins. He has a successful barbershop, loyal family, and a relationship he's committed to. The last thing on his mind is another woman. But during a guys' night at the strip club, one quiet dancer catches his attention in a way no one else ever has. She isn't the loudest in the room. She isn't chasing anyone's attention. She's simply trying to survive. What begins as a lingering glance slowly turns into something neither of them expected, forcing them to question loyalty, healing, and whether two broken paths can ever lead to the right destination.

fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings: explicit content,

word count: 6.1k

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Ciara

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

title inspired by the song “Novacane” by Frank Ocean

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the summary 🫶🏽

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novacane ⟢ ep1

Nashville, Tennessee - Ciara and Leon’s house.

She didn’t look back once when she stormed out the front door running for her life away from the person she thought she loved the most, but in reality that was a lie and a really bad lie that she told herself.

She only had time to pack only a few little things before running out the house and towards her car, hands shaking violently as she unlocked her car door slamming it shut as she had seen her now ex boyfriend running up towards her door banging on it like a maniac.

Trying to open her car door almost breaking the handle off—scaring her half to death.

“Open this fucking door Ciara! Or imma bust this fucking window open my damn self!” Leon barked, eyes filled with nothing but pure anger.

“You fucking bitch! You gon leave me!?Where you gon’ go Ci? Huh!? You need me! You fucking need me!”

Banging on the window, hooting and hollering at her.

She looked at him one last time  before starting the engine of her Honda Civic pulling out from the driveway of their house—the same house she and he wanted to build a life together until things started to get worse once she found out he cheated on her with some random girl he met.

And she tried and tried to tell herself that he’ll change and never do it again.

But what does he do?

He cheats on her like she didn’t mean shit to him.

And when she went to confront him about it, it always turned into a fight or him putting his hands on her like he did just a few seconds ago, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She placed her car in drive, almost hitting him and drove off—she didn’t know where she was going to go but it had to be far away from here and away from him.

Tears poured down her face making her vision blurred as she wiped her tears away from her face quickly while focusing on the road ahead, her body shaking violently trying to control her breathing and kept driving.

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Atlanta, Georgia.

Ciara didn’t know how long she was driving but she continued driving only stopping to get some gas one time and kept pushing not looking back. She had made it to the nearest city that was close to Tennessee and that was Atlanta Georgia, she didn’t really know anywhere from there except for her best friend Jasmine.

Her phone kept blowing up text after text from Leon, hell even twenty missed calls from him but she didn’t dare to reach for her phone to see what he was saying.

She glanced over at her rearview mirror seeing the bruise on her left eye that he had left her with when backhand the fuck outta her that made her leave—but she had more bruises from him it wasn’t just the one on her left eye.

Lucky for her she saved enough money to get her something of her own just for now until she got back on her feet, she drove to her best friend’s house since she’s the only person she knows.

The music was playing in the background of her car on low so she could listen to her thoughts, feeling tired and mentally exhausted. She thought if she didn’t leave what would’ve happened?

Would he have put his hands on her some more until she was bleeding from his actions or end up doing something worse than what she thought.

Ciara made a left turn heading down the street to her best friend’s house. It was only two-thirty in the morning since she left from Tennessee to Atlanta, when she pulled into her best friend’s driveway she immediately grabbed her phone to call her.

She placed her phone near her ear, heading it, begging that her best friend would answer the phone by biting down on her finger nail as the phone kept ringing.

“Please pick up Jasmine…please.” Ciara whispered.

And that’s when she heard her best friend’s voice behind the phone voice groggy from sleep.

“Hello?” Jasmine answered.

She could feel her eyes getting glassy and her voice cracking. “J-jasmine…? I’m outside…can you open the door?”

She could hear her best friend sitting up immediately through the phone. 

“What you mean your outside Ci? What happened?” she asked.

She sniffed. “I drove down here…alone only bringing what I can and I left him Jasmine.”

“Leon? You left Leon? Hold on, let me go unlock the door downstairs okay?”

“Okay.” With that the phone call had ended as she turned off the engine of her car—grabbing her things that she was able to bring along with her phone.

She shut the door behind her, locking her door while throwing her bag over her shoulders, already hearing the door unlocking as she and Jasmine made eye contact with each other—which made her run up towards her and hug her.

Ciara started breaking down immediately in her arms feeling Jasmine rubbing her back.

“It’s okay Ci, I’m here. I am here for you.”

She pulled Ciara inside of the house, shutting the door behind them, taking Ciara inside of the living room so she could sit down while Jasmine went inside of the kitchen to get her something to drink.

When she came back she opened the bottle of water passing it to her as Ciara drank the cold water feeling it go down her body like she needed it badly.

Jasmine came and sat next to her with her face full of concern, when she looked at Ciara’s face and her body her expression changed.

She grabbed her chin to get a better look at the bruise on her eye. 

“He did this to you? Leon did this to you?” Jasmine asked.

Ciara felt embarrassed to say but nodded her head.

She heard her best friend scoff. “I knew that bastard wasn’t no good for you the moment he started acting all funny and shit when did this happen?”

Ciara didn’t want to relive the moment where he backhanded her with his hand and yanked her hair making her feel scared for her life.

“It happened after I confronted him for cheating and things went left—he started yanking on my hair and…” Ciara paused for a moment. “We kept going back and forth with each other until he had enough and backhanded me in my face leaving a whole bruise on my face.”

Her best friend’s expression softened hearing that pulling her into a hug.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through that Ci, but I’m glad that you escaped from that shit who knows what would’ve happened if you didn’t, I’m proud of you okay?” Ciara smiled lightly, feeling herself getting sleepy.

She yawned.

“Look, we will talk about this later on in the morning okay? I need you to get some sleep alright? If you need anything I’m upstairs.” She said.

“Okay, thank you for letting me stay.”

“Of course, you’re my best friend, you know I got’chu.”

With that Jasmine had gotten up from the couch heading towards the stairs as Ciara watched her walk up the stairs as she wasn’t in her sight anymore—she grabbed her phone as it turned on seeing the twenty missed calls from Leon and messages from him as well.

20+ messages and missed calls from Leon❤️

She read every single message that had popped up from her notifications.

Leon❤️: where tf are u Ci? Huh? Leon❤️: yk that no other nigga would want you other than me you’re so insecure like literally insecure  Leon❤️: hell I should’ve cheated on you some more  Leon❤️: should’ve beat you some more  Leon❤️: yk I didn’t mean it right?  Leon❤️: the girl I was with she was so much prettier than u  you’ll never find nobody else like me Ci you’re worthless always complaining, whining, so insecure about everything no nigga wants to deal with that and insecure bitch like u

She immediately felt tears coming down her cheeks reading his message. It hit her like a bullet hard, covering her mouth sobbing quietly.

He always knew how to make her feel worthless just to have her apologize and come back to him like an idiot but this time she didn’t. With trembling hands she went towards his contact number scrolling down until she saw the block button and clicked on it.

Blocking his number.

And deleting his contact number off her phone.

Ciara had curled up in a ball with her head between her legs crying softly as she kept replaying his messages over and over again in her head—started to believe everything that he was saying.

Only breaking her own heart some more.

“Maybe he’s right…maybe no one wants to deal with me and maybe I’m just not pretty enough…” Ciara whispered.

Sniffing her nose as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Maybe I won’t find love ever again….im just unlucky.” She said softly before getting comfortable on the couch.

She laid on her back against the soft cushion of the couch as she threw the blanket over her body—staring up at the ceiling watching the ceiling fan spinning around.

Her eyes began to feel heavy fighting the urge to stay up but her body was exhausted from the running and driving around, crying her eyes out. So she closed her eyes letting her chest go up and down letting her body relax.

And when her body relaxed, she fell asleep

Forgetting about everything.

And when she woke up it was going to be a fresh new start for her.

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As the morning creeped by the sunlight from the sun was beaming through the curtains in the living room and the birds chirping in the background outside, Ciara had slept through the rest of the night with her face being buried in the pillow in her favorite position that made her body look like a number four.

Jasmine had already come downstairs seeing her best friend knocked out cold on her couch which made her chuckle as she walked inside of the kitchen to cook them some breakfast, gathering all the necessary ingredients and seasonings from the fridge.

As she cracked the eggs into the pan, ensuring there were enough for both of them, she began sprinkling her seasonings on top before scrambling them in the pot—she added some shredded cheese to elevate the flavor of the eggs.

Once the eggs were cooked, she covered them with a plate and placed them in the oven while she started preparing some sausage and French toast for them—she had been craving French toast for quite some time.

Meanwhile Ciara stirred from her sleep, awakened by the enticing aroma of the breakfast she was making. Rubbing her eyes, stretching her body, yawning heavily. And checked her phone not seeing any new notifications.

That made her heart feel less heavy than it was yesterday.

She had seen her best friend finish cooking them their favorite breakfast to eat that her best friend's mother used to make whenever she came over when they were kids.

She rose from the couch heading towards the kitchen catching Jasmine's attention.

“Good morning bestie, I hope you slept well. Cause girl you were knocked out cold.” Jasmine said.

“I wasn’t snoring was I?” Ciara asked.

Jasmine chuckled, shaking her head. “No girl, you was just sleeping peacefully.”

Something she’s been needing for a while now.

“Yeah, it was very much needed.” She pulled the chair back from the table to sit down waiting on her breakfast.

Jasmine turned off the stove grabbing both of their plates as she walked towards Ciara’s direction placing her plate in front of her that was filled with scrambled eggs, sausages and French toast that made her mouth water.

She saw Jasmine sitting next to her turning on their favorite TV show on Netflix in the kitchen while eating their food together.

While they were watching TV they had both laughed at whatever the person had said on the TV, munching away.

It felt like weight over her shoulders was gone but still lingering around but that didn’t matter because she was with her best friend.

That’s when Jasmine began to speak. “So Ci, you wanna start looking for apartments. I know some good ones around here.”

She read the mind like a book.

“Yeah, we can. I do have enough money saved up to get an apartment…I wanna have my own shit you know?” Ciara replied while eating her French toast.

Jasmine nodded her head.

“I understand bestie, we can start looking for some apartments after breakfast and then see if we could get a tour of the places because you know most apartments are.” She said.

That made her chuckle, mouth stuffed with food. “Yeah, I know girl.” 

After that they both continued to eat breakfast together along with watching TV, Ciara completely forgetting about whatever happened yesterday between her and Leon.

All she could think about was how much she felt safe around her, the only person she could trust, if she would’ve gone back to her family they would’ve told her to work things out with him.

Being sheltered all her life, not being able to go anywhere, not being able to experience the world or learn anything about being an adult—her parents kept her sheltered which caused her to be the way she is now.

The quiet type that doesn’t do big crowds and overthinks everything, being a girl who felt insecure about how she looked and compared herself to others without any reassurance or validation.

She barely got any from Leon.

And she met Leon through one of her father’s best friends, assumed that they would be the perfect couple but no.

Ciara had really bad daddy issues.

Until she met Jasmine all of that changed her and Jasmine clicked immediately and started doing things together. Hell even teaching her how to drive, teaching her all the normal adult things that her people should’ve taught her.

But they felt like she didn’t need to know any of that thinking that she’ll always depend on them.

She proved them wrong when she moved out of the house to be with Leon.

Now that’s changed.

Jasmine cleared their plates by putting them inside of the dishwasher for them to get cleaned before going back inside or grabbing her laptop that was on the counter—opening it up.

“Alright girly, let’s start finding you some good apartments.” Jasmine said. 

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After getting a tour of a few apartments Ciara had finally decided which one she wanted to move in the most and the first option caught her attention. It was perfect for her.

One bedroom apartment just for her and her alone, having her own space without feeling overcrowded in her own space. It was needed after living with Leon for a whole year or two until this happened.

With the money she had saved she managed to move into her new apartment and whatever she had left over was going to go to groceries and furniture. Making sure that she was straight for the rest of the day.

Ciara and Jasmine had ordered her furniture online which would take a couple of days or weeks so until then they went to the store to look for an air mattress for now and some other things.

Candles 

Incense 

Decorations

Groceries 

Pillows/ Blankets 

That was on the checklist for right now as they had gotten everything from the store with the help of Jasmine’s older brother Jersey who was helping them carry all the bags inside of her new apartment on the lower floor.

Putting all of the groceries up one by one in the refrigerator as Jasmine lit up one of the incense inside of the house to make the smell good.

Jersey had placed her Japanese floor mattress on the floor inside of her room that down the hallway to his left, the bed had LED light underneath the bottom of the mattress—he wrapped the LED lights they had bought from the store all over her room wiping the sweat from his face.

Once he placed them all around her room he grabbed the remote to turn on the lights just to make sure they work and they saw the room bright up almost instantly.

“A’ight, the led lights are working Ci!” Jersey shouted.

“Okay!” Ciara shouted back.

She checked how much money she had left in her account and to her surprise she had enough money to cover for rent for next week but she had to start looking for jobs soon if she wanted to keep a roof over her head.

She and Jasmine had started putting up the decorations in her living room making it more homely for her, they put up the paintings, pictures, and a home sign on her wall.

Jasmine wiped her hands down, placing them in her hips.

“Well, this place is already starting to look good Ci.” she said.

She looked around her place seeing everything coming together so fast and so quickly.

“Yeah, everything is coming together just taking it one day at a time you know?”

“I get it honestly, you’re starting over. starting fresh after leaving that piece of shit I still can’t believe he did that to you.”

Ciara placed her hand underneath her chin, sighing deeply. “Blame my parents for hooking us up.”

“I can’t stand your parents either, no shade.” 

Jasmine hated Ciara’s parents heavily with her heart for treating their daughter like a punching bag and then hooked her up with someone’s son she barely knew about.

She always told her that Leon wasn’t a good man all the time but Ciara didn’t want to hear any of that nonsense just because she was deeply in love with him.

Until Ciara had called her one night crying saying that Leon had cheated on her with some girl he met at the club when he was out with his boys.

She told her to leave not once but twice did she listen to her?

No she didn’t and the same thing kept happening and happening up until now.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, if I would’ve listened to you I wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Ciara apologized.

Jasmine shook her head giving her a light smile. 

“Girl, you were mad in love with him and I wasn’t to force you to leave someone if you were ready.” 

“I mean—“ she cut in. “Ci, none of that matters anymore. What matters is that you have your own shit and far away from him you hear me?”

She nodded her head as she and Jasmine hugged each other.

“I love you okay? If you need anything I’m here.” She said softly.

“I love you too.”

With that they continued with the rest of their day fixing up Ciara’s apartment the best way they could until all of her furniture arrived soon, that’s when the real fun starts.

After fixing up her apartment she had cooked dinner for Jersey and Jasmine while the both of them were fighting over the remote to pick what movie to watch as Ciara looked at the two siblings and shook her head grabbing the remote from the both of them.

“You guys suck at picking a movie.” Ciara said.

“Says the person who likes to watch the same movie over and over again just to watch the sex scenes.” Jasmine clapped back.

Ciara gave her the middle finger while munching on her food.

“365 days is a good movie!” she responded.

Jasmine and Jersey laughed at her as they finally picked out what movie they wanted to watch together—they laughed at whatever the person said to the other person in the movie. 

They all finished their food placing them inside of Ciara’s dishwasher before heading back over to the living sitting on the floor bundled up in the blankets they had bought from the store.

Whenever a sex scene came up on the screen Ciara would cover her face up with the blanket or cover her ears not wanting to hear the moans and grunts coming from the TV.

She never had sex before, not even with Leon.

So seeing these scenes made her all shy and embarrassed.

“Ciara? Are you really hiding your face?”

“Yes? Is that even a question?”

“Bitch, they’re just sex scenes. you acting like you've never had sex before.”

Ciara didn’t say anything. She just pulled the blanket higher over her face, cheeks burning hotter than the food she’d just finished. The exaggerated moans from the TV filled the living room, making her shift uncomfortably on the floor.

Jasmine cackled, nudging her with her foot. “Bitch, you really hiding? It’s just a movie!”

Jersey shook his head, grinning as he reached for another handful of popcorn. “Leave her alone, Jas. Not everybody built like you.”

Ciara finally lowered the blanket just enough to glare at both of them. “I’m not hiding. I’m… respecting the art,” she mumbled, which only made them laugh harder.

The truth was simpler and more embarrassing: she had never had sex. Not with Leon. Not with anyone. He had always pushed, always complained, always made her feel like something was wrong with her for not being ready. And after a while, the fights about it became just another reason for him to put his hands on her. So she stayed a virgin—quiet, untouched, and ashamed of it.=

The movie kept playing, but Ciara’s mind drifted. Tomorrow she’d have to start looking for work. Her savings were already disappearing faster than she expected. Rent, groceries, utilities… it all added up. She couldn’t keep depending on Jasmine and Jersey forever.

The next few days blurred together.

Ciara spent her mornings filling out applications—waitressing, retail, cleaning—anything that would give her quick money. Most places wanted experience she didn’t have or couldn’t hire her fast enough. Evenings were spent unpacking the rest of her furniture when it finally arrived and trying not to think about Leon’s blocked number.

One night, while scrolling through job listings on her phone, Jasmine walked in with a knowing look.

“Still nothing?” she asked, plopping down on the couch beside her.

Ciara shook her head. “Everything either pays trash or wants me to start next month. I need something now.”

Jasmine chewed on her lip for a second, then sighed. “Look… I wasn’t gonna say anything unless you asked, but there’s this club. It’s high-end. The girls there make in one good night what you’d make in two weeks at a regular job. It’s not easy work, but it’s fast money and they’re always hiring dancers.”

Ciara froze. “A strip club?”

“Yeah. It’s called Eclipse. The owner doesn’t play about safety—bouncers, cameras, strict rules. A lot of girls there are just trying to survive too. No pressure, but… you’re beautiful, Ci. Quiet energy like yours? Some dudes eat that up. You wouldn’t even have to do full nudity if you don’t want to.”

Ciara stared at the floor. The idea made her stomach twist. She had spent her whole life being sheltered, hidden, controlled. Now the thought of getting on stage and being seen—really seen—terrified her.

But the fear of going back to nothing, of failing at starting over, terrified her more.

“I’ll think about it,” she whispered.

Jasmine nodded and didn’t push. “Just know you got options. And whatever you choose, I got your back.”

That night, Ciara barely slept. She kept replaying Jasmine’s words. By morning, she had made up her mind.

She needed to survive.

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The next morning, sunlight poured through the curtains of Ciara’s new apartment, casting a soft glow across the living room. She woke up with a knot already twisting in her stomach. The conversation with Jasmine from the night before kept replaying in her head like a loop she couldn’t pause.

*Strip club.*

*Audition.*

*Fast money.*

She stared at the ceiling for a long moment before dragging herself out of bed. After a quick shower, she threw on an oversized hoodie and leggings. Jasmine showed up shortly after with coffee and a determined look on her face.

“Morning, bestie. You still thinking about it?” Jasmine asked, handing her a cup.

Ciara nodded slowly, taking a sip. “Yeah… I am. I don’t know if I can actually do it, but I need the money. Bad.”

Jasmine gave her a soft smile. “Then let’s go shopping. Even if you just audition, you’ll need something to wear. Nothing too crazy — just something that makes you feel confident. We can look, no pressure.”

Ciara hesitated, then agreed. The two of them headed out to the mall, the Atlanta heat already warming the air as they walked through the parking lot.

As they moved from store to store, Ciara’s mind wandered. She tried on a few simple outfits — cute tops, jeans, and some comfortable heels — but her thoughts kept drifting back to the club. What would it feel like to be on stage? Under bright lights? Strangers watching her every move? The idea made her hands tremble as she held up a black bodysuit in the dressing room mirror.

She looked at her reflection. The bruise on her eye had faded into a faint shadow she could cover with makeup, but the ones inside still felt fresh. Could she really do this? Could quiet, reserved Ciara — the girl who had been sheltered her whole life — get on a stage and dance for money?

Jasmine knocked lightly on the dressing room door. “How’s that one looking?”

Ciara stepped out, tugging at the bodysuit. It hugged her curves in a way that made her feel exposed but… powerful. Different.

“Damn, Ci,” Jasmine said, eyes widening. “You look good. Like, really good.”

Ciara turned side to side in the mirror, biting her lip. “It’s… a lot. What if I freeze up? What if they laugh at me?”

“They won’t,” Jasmine said firmly. “And if you hate it after the audition, you never have to go back. But at least you’ll know. Plus, I’ll go with you if you want. Moral support in the car.”

Ciara stared at herself again. The girl in the mirror looked scared… but she also looked like someone who was tired of running and hiding. Tired of having nothing.

She took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll audition. Today.”

Jasmine’s face lit up with pride. “That’s my girl. Let’s get this, a couple more pieces, and some makeup to cover that last bit of bruise. You got this, Ci. One step at a time.”

They finished shopping — adding lingerie-style pieces, a sleek robe for stage presence, and some clear heels that made Ciara feel taller than she ever had. Every item felt like both armor and a risk.

On the drive back to the apartment, Ciara’s leg bounced nervously. Her mind raced with questions. 

What song would she dance to? How much would she have to take off? Could she really move the way the other girls probably did?

But underneath the fear was something else — a small, quiet spark of determination.

She had already escaped one nightmare. Maybe she could survive this one too.

When they got home, Ciara laid the new clothes out on her bed and stared at them. Tonight, she would audition at Eclipse.

And nothing would ever be the same.

The sun had already started to set by the time they left the apartment. Ciara sat in the passenger seat of Jasmine’s car, hands clasped tightly in her lap, the new outfit folded neatly in a bag at her feet. The black bodysuit, sheer robe, and clear heels felt heavier than they should have.

The drive to Eclipse was quiet at first. City lights blurred past the window as Jasmine merged onto the highway. Ciara’s heart beat so loud she was sure her best friend could hear it.

“You good over there?” Jasmine asked, glancing at her.

Ciara swallowed hard. “I’m scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “What if I’m not good enough? What if they take one look at me and laugh?”

Jasmine reached over and squeezed her hand. “Then they’re idiots and we leave. But I’ve seen you dance in your room when you think nobody’s watching. You got something, Ci. Quiet… but sexy. Mysterious. That’s rare.”

Ciara gave a small, nervous laugh. “I dance like nobody’s watching because nobody is watching. This is different. People are gonna be staring. Judging.”

“Yeah, but they’re also gonna be paying,” Jasmine reminded her gently. “And you don’t have to be loud or extra up there. Just be you. Move how the music makes you feel. The right ones will feel it.”

The rest of the drive was filled with soft music playing from the radio. Ciara tried to breathe through the anxiety. Every red light felt like a chance to turn back. Every green light pushed her closer to the unknown.

Fifteen minutes later, Jasmine pulled into the parking lot of Eclipse. Even from the outside, the club looked upscale. Black and deep purple lighting glowed against the building. A large neon sign spelled out the name in elegant script. A few cars were scattered in the lot — mostly staff, since it was still early.

Jasmine parked near the side entrance. “You ready?”

Ciara stared at the building for a long second, then nodded. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

They walked in together. The inside was dim but clean. The main stage was lit with soft purple and blue lights, poles gleaming under the spotlights. A few girls were practicing on side stages while staff set up for the night. The faint smell of perfume, alcohol, and cleaning products hung in the air.

A tall, muscular bouncer with a clipboard nodded at them. “Audition?”

“Yeah,” Jasmine answered for her. “This is Ciara.”

He looked Ciara up and down, not in a creepy way — more like he was sizing up whether she could handle the environment. “Boss is in the back office. Go down the hall, second door on the left. He’s expecting walk-ins tonight.”

Ciara’s legs felt like jelly as they walked down the hallway. Her grip on the bag tightened. When they reached the office door, she took one last deep breath.

Jasmine gave her a quick hug. “I’ll be right out here. You got this.”

Ciara knocked softly.

“Come in,” a deep voice called.

She stepped inside. A man in his late 30s sat behind a desk — dark skin, sharp fade, expensive watch. He looked up from his laptop and gave her a professional once-over.

“You here to audition?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” Ciara said quietly, trying to keep her voice steady.

He leaned back in his chair. “Name?”

“Ciara.”

“First time dancing?”

She nodded.

“Alright, Ciara. I’m Marcus — owner of Eclipse. We keep it classy here. No touching the girls. No extras in the back. You follow the rules, you stay safe, you make money. Simple. You got a song picked out?”

“I… I was thinking ‘Spin’ by Megan Thee Stallion,” she said softly.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming. “Interesting choice. Intimate. Alright. Go get changed. You’ve got ten minutes, then come out to the main stage. We’ll see what you got.”

Ciara thanked him and stepped out, legs shaking as Jasmine helped her to the dressing room.

She changed into the black bodysuit, slipped on the clear heels, and stared at herself in the mirror. The girl looking back looked like a stranger — beautiful, terrified, and on the edge of something new.

Jasmine fixed her hair and dabbed a little extra concealer on the fading bruise.

“Remember,” Jasmine whispered, “this is just a stage. You’re not giving them all of you. Just enough to survive.”

Ciara closed her eyes, nodded, and whispered to herself:

“I survived Leon. I can survive this.”

She stepped out of the dressing room, heart pounding, and walked toward the main stage.

The audition was about to begin.

Ciara’s heart hammered against her ribs as she stepped onto the main stage. The lights were brighter than she expected, casting a soft purple hue over the polished floor and the gleaming pole. A few girls lingered near the bar, watching casually. Marcus sat in a booth near the front, arms crossed, waiting.

She handed her phone to the DJ with trembling fingers. “Spin by Megan Thee Stallion, please.”

The beat dropped.

At first, Ciara froze. The bass vibrated through her body, but her legs felt locked. For three long seconds, she stood there, the weight of every insecurity crashing down on her. What am I doing? This isn’t me.

Then the chorus hit.

She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering Jasmine’s words. Just move how the music makes you feel.

Her hips started to sway — slow at first, testing the rhythm. The clear heels clicked against the stage as she found her balance. She let her hands glide down her sides, feeling the fabric of the bodysuit, then gripped the pole with one hand.

The nerves didn’t disappear, but something shifted.

She began to spin — a slow, controlled rotation around the pole, back arching just enough to show the curve of her waist and hips. Her movements were not loud or aggressive like some of the other girls she’d seen practicing. They were smooth. Fluid. Almost hypnotic. Quiet confidence mixed with the heavy bass of “Spin.”

As the song built, she grew bolder. She dropped low into a squat, thighs flexing, then rolled her hips in a slow, sensual circle that made the robe slip off one shoulder. She didn’t force the twerk — instead, she let it come naturally on the beat, controlled but powerful, her body moving like she was releasing months of tension, fear, and anger.

Every spin, every body roll, every time her hands trailed over her own skin — it felt like she was proving something to herself.

I'm not worthless.

I'm not broken.

I can survive.

The song hit its final chorus. Ciara climbed the pole slightly, legs wrapping as she leaned back, hair falling behind her, then slid down smoothly into a split on the floor. She ended on her knees, chest heaving, eyes finally opening to meet the empty club.

Silence for a second.

Then Marcus let out a low whistle and started clapping slowly.

“Goddamn,” he said, standing up and walking closer to the stage. “You came in here looking like a scared kitten, and then you gave me that?”

Ciara stayed on her knees for a moment, catching her breath, cheeks flushed. She felt exposed… but also strangely alive.

Marcus continued, nodding approvingly. “You’re raw. Not polished. But that quiet fire? It works. A lot of these niggas are tired of the loud, over-the-top shit. You give ‘em something to wonder about. Something to chase.”

He crossed his arms. “You got the job. Start tomorrow night. We’ll put you on the rotation — short sets at first until you get comfortable. House mom will show you the ropes. Tips are yours. Any problems, you come straight to me or security. We clear?”

Ciara blinked, almost in disbelief. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

Marcus smirked. “Don’t thank me yet. This shit ain’t easy. But you got potential, Ciara. Clean up, get some rest. Tomorrow we see if you can do it with a full crowd.”

She stood up on shaky legs, grabbing her robe and wrapping it around herself. Jasmine was waiting at the edge of the stage, grinning from ear to ear.

As soon as they got back to the dressing room, Jasmine pulled her into a tight hug. “You killed that! I knew you had it in you!”

Ciara let out a shaky laugh, adrenaline still rushing through her veins. She had done it. She had actually auditioned… and gotten the job.

On the drive home, the reality started to settle in.

Tomorrow night, she would no longer just be the quiet girl who escaped an abusive relationship.

Tomorrow night, she would be on that stage again — under the lights, for strangers.

And the thought both terrified and excited her.

novacane

a/n: heyyy guyss im not even gon say im back with a new mini series when I wrote this story a bunch of times before in so many different ways but I always ended up losing the plot or a writers block be kicking in 😭😭 but I hope yall like this.

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Loki Fix-It Fics Part Two

Fics alphabetical by author. Other lists below!

 Loki Fix-it Fics The Loki-Centric Gen List Loki-centric Gen List Part Two The Sifki Rec List

Consign Me Not To Darkness by @cailjei -- Odin pulls Loki back up onto the broken Bifrost with magic, and, recognising that Loki needs help, has him taken to the infirmary. There Thor seeks to convince Loki of their brotherhood after learning of his adoption, and offers a heartfelt apology after thinking hard about his past treatment of his brother.

It's Not Always Black and White by Ceitidh_Kat -- What if Loki ignored Thor's order to start Ragnarok and found another way to stop Hela? Bruce is there in the aftermath, and starts learning that perhaps his view of Loki as a villain is not entirely correct. (Unfinished, but at a place where it works as an open ending with Asgard being rebuilt.)

A Flickering Light by Delyth (@delyth88) -- Aboard the Statesman, Loki has a back-up plan. Dying with his neck crushed, he uses the last of his magic to tug on the thread of Bifrost energy he had tied to himself, and is carried away in the wake of the Hulk to Earth, where he falls into the care of Doctor Strange.

Straightaway Into The Water by dixiehellcat -- The Lokis from the Void are dropped into the battle with Thanos. Flung towards a giant purple hand wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, Lokigator knows what to do. A chomp replaces the snap, and everything ends up so much better. Endgame fix-it.

A Garden of Infinite Possibility by @eienvine -- Loki falls into the Void and lands at the feet of the Norns, who show him the future of the path he has chosen and offer him another, of his own choice. In the end he realises there is only one he wants, the one that leads back to Asgard.

Rapprochement by elenniel -- Sif finds Loki's body floating in space amongst the wreckage of the refugee ship.

Winter Brother by Evening_Bat -- Thor AU. On Midgard, Thor regains his powers protecting his little brother from attack when Loki shows up desperate for comfort after learning of his heritage.

Broken Bonds by Fireflysummer -- He is dying but not yet dead. But it is enough to see his mother again before circumstances return Loki to his body on Svartalfheim.

Death Awaits by Florafangfei -- A translated fic. Odin has sentenced Loki to death, then informs Thor that he is returning to Odinsleep and Thor must choose the date of Loki's death. Meanwhile, a talkative old prisoner in the cell next to Loki's tries to forge a connection with him while Thor struggles with deciding what to do.

Abandoned by Haroku-Mizumi (Rewrite) -- Loki's time in prison ends sooner rather than later when his family refuse to abandon him. Also The Hardest Person To Forgive (Loki staying at Avengers Tower) and others.

The Frigga Variant by Hawkeye221b -- Frigga is pruned, and the Lokis in the Void get a mother back.

Undying by @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid -- Loki joins with the Avengers to fight Thanos when Thanos crushes Thor's neck instead of his own. When half of all life crumbles to dust in front of their eyes, however, a desperate plan is hatched -- to find and use the Time Stone to prevent it from happening by fighting Thanos in the past, the last time he was on Earth -- during Loki's Midgard invasion.

Imposter Syndrome by Infinite_Monkeys (@aninfinitenumberofmonkeys) -- Loki Odinson didn't attack Midgard, Loki Laufeyson -- Odin's blood-brother -- did, after tricking his nephew into freeing him from his prison in the Void and then delivering him to Thanos. Now, newly escaped, it's up to Loki Odinson to save his home and family with a little help from the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Some Do Tricks by @jaggedcliffs -- Post-Avengers AU. When Thanos comes to Earth to retrieve the Mind Stone, Loki -- free, but in hiding -- must step out of the shadows to save Thor's life and join the Avengers to defeat Thanos. Very good ending with a lot of hope for a better future.

The Changeling by KennB -- Loki is shoved through a time door at the TVA and ends up in New Asgard. Set after Thor: Love and Thunder. Something like this is exactly how I'd love to see the series and the movie canon merge.

Life's Great Lie by @laeveteinn -- Loki will do anything to escape the TVA. Fantastic ending.

Loki Odinson by Livin4Jesus -- When Loki refuses to speak up in his own defense at his trial post-Avengers, Odin uses magic to expose Loki's memories to all in attendance instead. This changes everything as Loki is pardoned and welcomed home. Includes the Avengers on Asgard and an eventual confrontation with Thanos.

The Apple Is A Lie by @lookingkindofdumb -- Odin sneaks himself and Loki into Jotunheim, where Loki is tasked with repairing the damage the Bifrost left and Odin attempts to repair the bond between himself and his youngest son.

And You Have Made Us Proud by Loki Is Not Low Key -- Loki arrives in Valhalla to find his parents there to welcome him.

a species of desperation by Mira_Jade -- Thor AU. As Sif lies dying from the black ice spreading across her body after killing Helblindi Laufeyson, a desperate Loki embraces his heritage to save her life. Includes a penitent, not-banished Thor, father-son hugs, and talk of the brothers ruling together one day.

(she sings) come home by neonheartbeat -- Sylvie finds a home in New Asgard while Loki becomes increasingly engulfed in the ever-expanding timelines of the multiverse. Can she find a way to free him and bring him home to her and Thor?

the breath and the dirt and the fires are burned by neverwherever -- In New Asgard, Thor knows that Loki is dead. But he can't quite give up that last desperate hope that his brother might come back to him again. (Endgame fix-it)

The Worst Laid Plans by @omnicat -- Fluffy fix-it crack set post TDW. Also:

Like Father-KIng, Like Wannabe-Dictator-Son -- Thor can't figure out why Odin is welcoming Loki home so warmly after Loki's invasion of Midgard. Neither can Loki at first, but he's cheerfully rolling with it.

All the very best of us string ourselves up for love by 100indecisions (aka @thelightofthingshopedfor) -- During the battle with Thanos in space, Heimdall sends Loki to Earth instead of the Hulk -- to Stephen Strange. Infinity War AU.

My son, my son, my son, (my son???) and me: A Frigga Story by palwithpen -- TDW/Loki series AU. Frigga gets pruned instead of killed and meets up with Loki in the Void. All four of them. (Crack treated seriously) 🐊

Wanted: A Nursemaid For Two Adorable Children by Petofi -- Loki is saved from falling into the Void by Mary Poppins, arriving centuries after two young princes wrote a notice for a new nursemaid, much delayed but also at exactly the right time.

First and Foremost, Red by RC_McLachlan (@rcmclachlan) -- Odin engineers Thor and Jane's break-up, but when Tony and Loki, with Thanos hot on their heels, bring Jane the Infinity Gauntlet in hopes she can undo it, she resists the pull of the Infinity Stones to shape all of reality to her liking -- and gets what she wants most anyway. Infinity War AU.

In the Land of The Frost Giants by RecordRewind -- When Loki learns the truth of his heritage as a child, he runs away to Jotunheim. But when both Odin and Thor show up looking for him, Loki accepts that they are his family, and they all return safely to Asgard.

We were under the same sky at least by rories -- Valhalla is beautiful, and his parents welcome him. But there are two people missing that keep Loki from fully enjoying it. Odin suggests there might be a way back to the living.

Rattling Realisations by @runarelle -- Thor brings Loki's scepter back to Asgard and Odin recognises exactly what the stone inside it is. This time, when he seeks out answers from Loki, he refuses to leave until he gets them. First part of a 3 part series, the next 2 fics deal with Loki's relationships with Frigga and Thor.

David Attenborough is In My Bedroom by RunRabbitRun -- As a rare Pygmy Jotun, Loki has been placed on the Endangered Species list. Crack.

None So Blind by Sarah1281 -- Thor AU where a disgraced but not banished Thor is the one who finds Loki in the Vault. His stubborn refusal to see Loki as a Frost Giant actually calms Loki down so that when Odin appears, things go much better. Crack treated seriously.

Dishonor by Scotchkiss -- When Loki's body is brought back from Svartalfheim, a priest confirms his soul is already in Valhalla, but that Odin's is in jeopardy. But Odin gets a chance to change his fate when the Norns decide Loki needs to work out his relationship with his father to find peace and send his soul back to his body.

Time and Trouble by shinyopals -- Loki's only in the background here, but it's a Dark World AU where Frigga lives and Jane Foster gets to be the heroine who brings her back.

Chaos Theory by @slightweasel -- After Loki flees with the Tesseract in Endgame, he stops someplace safe to look into its depths -- and sees hints of another timeline. He casts a spell to retrieve that knowledge, and when he's done, everyone has two sets of memories.

Silver and Cold by STIXandMANNY -- Thor finds Loki in his cell covered in runes and with a dagger in his chest and looking only 15 years old. When the palace healers see the runes, they refuse to treat Loki, and Thor must take his brother to Midgard in the hopes that his friends there can save Loki's life.

That Moment When You're the God of Lies and Everyone Can Read You Like a Book by tonystarkhasaheart3000 -- When questions about Loki's behavior on Midgard are raised at his trial, Odin casts a truth spell on his son to find out what really happened.

the only soul I've ever saved by @valkyrisms -- Post Endgame. Peter Parker finds Loki's body in a dumpster, his neck broken -- but still, somehow, alive.

Then Neither Am I by Writinthestars -- Thor finally gets a chance to see Loki when the prisoners' riot draws him to the dungeons. Set during TDW.

The Sincerest Form by @xparrot -- Confined to a cell in Asgard's deepest dungeon while his son rules above in his name, Odin receives an unexpected visitor one day who makes everything better and gives him hope for the future. Set post TDW.

Icy Diplomacy by Zaniida -- After Thor invades Jotunheim, Laufey lays down the terms if Odin wants to avoid them going to war. Thor must be removed from the line of succession so Loki becomes the next king of Asgard. Fighting the Odinsleep, Odin has 3 days to return an answer, complicated by the need to punish Thor and his companions and reassure his younger son -- still blue after contact with Laufey. WIP.