#Tama tonga fanfic

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Grown Woman 5

Tama Tonga x Black OC

Summary: 30-year-old Tahiry has always been seen as a baby and underestimated by those around her. When tragedy strikes and her best friend passes away, Tahiry is suddenly thrust into the role of legal guardian for her young goddaughter, Harmony. As she navigates the challenges of motherhood and responsibility, Tahiry begins to transform into a woman of depth and resilience. Yet, it’s only Tama, who truly notices the changes in her.

Amidst the chaos of the WWE event, there was a moment of tension brewing, one that wasn’t related to the wrestling but to something far more personal.

Tam's eyes were scanning the crowd. He was tall and imposing, with the kind of presence that demanded attention, a sharp contrast to the chaos around him. His gaze was sharp, intent on something or someone across the room.

There, standing a few feet away, was Logan Paul, the social media influencer turned WWE personality. Logan was talking animatedly to Tahiry, and Tama's protective instincts kicked in. He watched them closely, noting the way Logan seemed to corner Tahiry, speaking with an almost overbearing confidence.

Logan had always been a character who thrived on attention, the kind of person who was comfortable in the spotlight, and right now, he was taking it too far for Tama's liking. His words were like smooth honey as he asked Tahiry to work for him. It wasn't a suggestion; it was more of an offer with an underlying expectation. His eyes gleamed with a mix of arrogance and calculated interest. "You could work for me, you know," Logan said smoothly. "I could elevate your career, and give you the exposure you deserve."

Tama's blood began to simmer. What did he mean by that? His fists clenched at his sides as he stalked forward, closing the distance between them with a determined pace. Tahiry, who had once been a fierce force in her own right, didn’t seem to be taking Logan’s words too seriously, but the offer was an intrusion that he couldn’t ignore.

Tahiry shook her head, her expression calm yet firm. "No thanks," she said. Her voice was steady, but Tama could sense the hint of discomfort in her demeanor. She had said no, but Logan wasn’t taking the hint.

"You can turn me down, but I can help you go places you’ve never imagined," Logan insisted, his tone almost patronizing. He was used to getting what he wanted, and it seemed that no amount of rejection could humble him.

At that moment, Tama stepped in, his presence casting a shadow over Logan’s words. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice low but laced with a simmering fury. He didn’t want to let Logan’s words slide. He needed to know exactly what Logan thought he could offer Tahiry that was worth more than her self-worth, more than the respect she had for herself.

Logan turned his gaze toward Tama, sizing him up as if he were something of no consequence. His smirk grew wider, eyes flicking from Tama to Tahiry before making a comment that set everything in motion. "Robbing the cradle, nice," Logan remarked, his tone dripping with mockery. It was clear he wasn’t intimidated by the situation. He was toying with them, seeing just how far he could push.

Tama bristled at the insult. His body tensed, muscles tightening as his protective instincts flared. But before he could say anything more, Tahiry’s voice cut through the tension. "Hey, bae, let’s go. He ain’t worth it." Her voice was calm, but there was a quiet strength in it. She knew, deep down, that she could handle Logan herself if need be, but she wasn’t going to allow him to turn this conversation into a spectacle.

Tama turned to her, his gaze softening for a moment, but the fire still burned within him. He glanced back at Logan, his jaw clenching. "You can pull that shit with anybody else, but not me," he growled. "I will beat your ass."

Logan smirked, clearly unfazed by the threat. "And have your 100 cousins jump me, right?" he quipped, a taunt that was both arrogant and absurd. It was a challenge, and Logan seemed to be daring Tama to react.

Tama’s glare could have burned holes through steel. "Are you stupid?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with frustration and confusion. Why was Logan acting like this? Was he so used to dominating every situation that he couldn’t see the line?

Tahiry stepped forward, her expression one of disbelief and frustration. "What is wrong with you, Logan?" she demanded. It was rare for Tahiry to let her emotions take the reins, but this time, it was clear that she was done with the game Logan was playing.

It was then that Joshua stepped in between them, his broad frame acting as a barrier between Tama and Logan. Joshua was no stranger to these kinds of situations, and he could already tell that things were about to escalate. "Hey, walk away," he said firmly, directing his words at Logan. He knew Tama well enough to understand that if this confrontation went any further, it would not end well for Logan.

Logan winked at Tahiry, his arrogance still very much in play. "Tahiry, if you want better, you know where to find me," he said, his voice dripping with self-assurance.

Tahiry, stunned by Logan’s unshaken arrogance, took a step back. Logan’s confidence was off the charts, and the way he wasn’t worried about the consequences of crossing Tama made her realize just how deeply he didn’t understand the situation. He was pushing the wrong buttons with the wrong people.

Logan walked away afterward. Tahiry looked at Tama, her gaze softening. "Are you good?" she asked him, her voice low and concerned. She could see how much this situation had affected him. He was trying his best to stay composed, but the entire interaction had clearly shaken him.

Tama shot her a look, a flicker of frustration and confusion passing through his eyes. "Why would you entertain a conversation with him?" he asked, his words sharp. He didn’t understand why she would even hold a conversation with Logan. The entire situation seemed ludicrous to him, and he wasn’t hiding the fact that it bothered him. He could see the way Logan had been trying to manipulate the situation, and it angered him that Tahiry had been involved at all.

Joshua, who had been watching quietly, now turned his attention to Tahiry. His gaze was steady, but there was a tinge of disappointment in his eyes. "See, this is why you don’t need to be dating Tama," he said, the words more cutting than he likely intended.

Tahiry's temper flared. "Oh, shut up," she retorted, her tone sharp and dismissive. She wasn’t in the mood for Joshua’s criticism, not when it came to something so personal.

Joshua was flabbergasted by her response. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice rose. "Excuse me, I just had to step in to keep your boyfriend from beating a coworker. This is what everyone was trying to tell you, Tahiry. You’re not ready for a relationship," he said, the words dripping with judgment and concern.

Tahiry rolled her eyes. She didn’t need Joshua’s perspective right now, not when he had been so critical of her relationship with Tama from the very beginning. In her mind, the situation had already escalated too far. Joshua’s words were a constant reminder of the way he and her family saw Tama, and it was clear they didn’t trust him with her.

A few days ago, her family had held what she could only describe as more of an interrogation than a family meeting about her relationship with Tama. Takecia and Joshua had insisted that Tahiry couldn’t handle dating a Polynesian man. A Tongan man at that. Describing them as clingy, possessive, and jealous. Joshua had even gone so far as to say that Tama would be just like her ex, if not worse than him. And now, with the situation that had just taken place, on the verge of violence, Joshua’s words felt like an "I told you so" moment. And it frustrated her.

Tama, noticing the tension between her and Joshua, took a deep breath. "Your family really don’t want us together," he said, his voice rough but steady. His eyes were locked on Joshua, as if daring him to say something more.

Joshua’s response was blunt. "Yeah, we don’t," he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground. He had never been shy about voicing his opinions, especially when it came to protecting Tahiry.

Tama’s chest puffed out in defiance. "What’s the problem with me dating her? You’ve known me for years. You know my family. I’m no stranger," he said, his tone rising with every word. "She ain’t a child. She’s not fragile like y’all think she is. So let us be. I’m committed to her, whether you like it or not. I’m not going anywhere, so get used to me."

His words hung in the air, a challenge to Joshua, to her family, and to anyone who doubted his intentions.

Joshua, however, wasn’t backing down. He shot a look at Tahiry, his eyes full of concern. "You just gonna let him speak for you?" he asked, his voice rising. "See, that’s what happened with old dude. And look what he did to you."

Tama’s patience had finally reached its limit. In one swift motion, he shoved Joshua, the force of the gesture not as much to hurt him but to make his point. "I ain’t him, and I would never do anything to her," Tama said, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I don’t know why y’all think you’re protecting her when you’re causing more harm than good by treating her like she’s incapable of being an adult over a troubled past relationship."

Tahiry stepped in between them, her body trembling slightly with the effort to keep the situation from escalating. "Calm down," she urged, her voice soft but commanding.

Joshua wasn’t ready to back off yet. He looked at Tama, the tension between them palpable. "What do you want to do, uce? We can take it outside because you’re not about to tell me nothing about my sister-in-law," he said, his voice full of defiance.

Tahiry gave Joshua a stern look, a warning in her eyes. "Are you for real right now? You’re not about to fight my man because he’s defending me and telling you the truth," she said, her words calm but filled with conviction.

Joshua kissed his teeth in frustration. "The truth? When he turns out just like your ex, who are you going to run to? Your sister and I, so let’s speed up the process and end this shit now," Joshua said, his voice growing increasingly harsh.

Tahiry was not having it. "Not happening," she shot back.

Tama, standing tall and unyielding, smirked. "I ain't going nowhere, uso," he said, his confidence unwavering.

Joshua glared at him, still clearly angered but recognizing that this was no longer a fight he wanted to pick. "Just walk away, Josh," Tahiry said, her voice now firm.

Joshua hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering from Tama to Tahiry. With a final nod, he muttered, "Bet," and walked away, his frustration still evident in every step he took.

Tahiry sighed heavily and turned to Tama, her arms wrapping around him as she laid her head against his chest. "I’m so sorry," she whispered, the weight of the conversation, and everything that had led up to this moment, crashing down on her.

Tama held her close, his arms tightening around her. "It’s okay, I knew this would happen," he said, his voice quiet but filled with understanding.

"I just didn’t understand why they can’t see I’m happy," Tahiry murmured. "Things have changed so much for me."

Tama simply held her tighter, not needing to say anything more. He knew how hard it was for her to balance her past with her present, and he was determined to be a part of her future, no matter how hard it got.

tahirytravis 4m

Tahiry had always prided herself on her independence and strength, but today, she found herself in an uncomfortable position caught between her love for Tama and the well-intended but sometimes overwhelming concerns of her family.

The afternoon had been supposed to be a relaxing day of shopping, but after the dramatic confrontation between Tama, Logan Paul, and her brother Joshua, Tahiry couldn’t shake the tension that had settled into her chest.

She had agreed to meet her sister-in-law, Trinity, and her older sister, Takecia, for a little retail therapy. The plan was simple: find something nice for herself, get her mind off the drama, and spend some quality time with her family. But as the day wore on, it became increasingly clear that her family had different plans.

As the three women stepped into a high-end jewelry store in the heart of the city, the sparkle of diamonds and gold couldn’t mask the underlying tension that lingered between them. Takecia had been visibly upset after the altercation the day before.

The events of the WWE event had only fueled her growing concerns about Tahiry’s relationship with Tama. She had always been the protective, older sister, but today, she seemed even more determined to make her point.

Trinity, on the other hand, was trying her best to mediate, always the peacemaker between the two. She was younger than Takecia but had always been the calm and level-headed one in the family. However, even she could sense the undercurrent of frustration between her two relatives as they moved through the store, their chatter more tense than usual.

Tahiry’s fingers lightly traced the glass display case as she glanced at the various pieces of jewelry, her thoughts far from the diamonds on display. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the earlier incident, where Tama had almost gotten into a fight with Logan Paul and Joshua.

Tama was fiercely protective of her, but his anger had caused her to worry. She didn’t want to see him make enemies or get into trouble because of her.

"I swear, you’re going to drive me crazy with this nonsense," Takecia’s voice broke through her thoughts. The words were direct, and there was no mistaking the frustration that colored her tone. "That’s your brother-in-law, you should have defended him against Tama. You can’t let him walk all over you."

Tahiry froze mid-step. She could feel the weight of her sister’s words pressing down on her. Takecia had always been blunt, but this time, the criticism felt sharp and personal. She didn’t want to be caught in the middle of the drama between her family and Tama. But she couldn’t help feeling torn.

"You take up for your man and I take up for mine," Tahiry responded, her voice steady and unyielding. She refused to let Takecia’s words shake her confidence. She had always been the one to stand by her partner, just as Takecia had always stood by hers. But there was more to the situation than just blind loyalty, and Tahiry needed her sister to understand that.

Takecia’s eyes narrowed as she folded her arms across her chest. "I get it, you love him. But he’s crossing boundaries. He doesn’t get to come into our family and act like he’s above it all. He needs to know his place, especially when it comes to Logan and Joshua."

Tahiry’s jaw clenched, and she could feel her temper flaring. She had always been a calm person, but the frustration that had been building all day was starting to bubble to the surface. "I know what I’m doing," she said, her voice tight. "And I’ll handle it, just like I’ve always handled things. Tama isn’t perfect, but he’s not the enemy here. Logan was being a jerk, and Joshua... Joshua had no right to stick his nose into my relationship."

Trinity, sensing the rising tension, quickly interjected. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice a soothing balm in the heated conversation. "Let’s all just take a breath. We’re here to relax, remember? Let’s not let this ruin the moment."

Tahiry glanced at Trinity, grateful for her intervention, but her mind was still clouded with the remnants of the confrontation. "I get it, Takecia," she said, her voice softening. "I understand why you’re upset. But I’m not going to just throw Tama under the bus because of a fight. He was defending me. He’s not going to let anyone disrespect me, not Logan, and definitely not anyone including family."

Takecia’s gaze softened slightly, but there was still an edge to her words. "Defending you is one thing, Tahiry. But there’s a difference between standing up for someone and escalating a situation. He almost fought Logan, and that could have turned ugly. You can’t keep ignoring that. What happens when it’s not Logan or Joshua, but someone else? What happens if he gets arrested? What if this ruins everything you’ve worked for?"

Tahiry winced at the thought. It wasn’t an easy question to answer, but she knew that Takecia had a point. Tama’s temper had always been one of the things she loved about him, he was protective, passionate, and fiercely loyal. But sometimes, that same fire could get him into trouble. She couldn’t ignore the possibility that his protective nature could lead to something far worse than just a shouting match.

"I know," Tahiry said quietly, her gaze falling to the floor. "I know. But I also know that I can’t just sit back and let people walk all over me. I’ve had enough of that in my life." Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, revealing the vulnerability she often kept hidden. "I’m not going to let anyone, especially not family, treat me like I’m weak. Tama stands by me, and I stand by him."

Takecia took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she regarded her younger sister. "I get that you want to defend him," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But you’ve got to think about the bigger picture here. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. You deserve better than all this drama. You’ve come so far, Tahiry. Don’t let anyone drag you back."

Trinity, standing between them, spoke up again, her voice calm but firm. "Maybe we all just need to stop and remember that we want the same thing here. We want what’s best for you, Tahiry. But what’s best for you isn’t always the same as what’s easy, and it’s definitely not always what we want."

Tahiry looked at Trinity, her wisdom striking a chord deep within her. She was right, of course. What was best for her wasn’t always the most straightforward path. But sometimes, the hardest choices were the ones that shaped the future. "I appreciate both of you," Tahiry said, her voice sincere. "But I need you to trust me. I’m not going to make the same mistakes I’ve made in the past. I know what I’m doing with Tama. And no matter what happens, I’ve got this."

There was a long silence as Takecia and Trinity exchanged glances. The weight of the conversation seemed to settle over the trio like a heavy fog. Takecia was the first to speak again, her voice quieter but still filled with concern. "I just want you to be happy, Tahiry. That’s all. And if Tama makes you happy, then that’s what matters. But don’t let your happiness come at the cost of your peace of mind."

Tahiry nodded, feeling the burden of her sister’s words. "I know," she said, her voice soft. "I know. And I promise, I won’t let this situation ruin me. But I also won’t let anyone dictate my choices for me. I’ve had enough of people telling me what I should or shouldn’t do."

Trinity, sensing the emotional shift in the conversation, smiled warmly at her. "Good. That’s all we want for you, Tahiry. To be happy and to feel empowered."

Takecia, though still wary, couldn’t help but soften. "Alright, I’ll trust you. But remember, if things go south, we’ve got your back."

Tahiry smiled, a genuine sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, both of you."

With that, the conversation seemed to quiet, and the three women continued their way through the jewelry store, the tension slowly dissipating. Tahiry couldn’t shake the weight of the conversation, but she knew she had made her point clear. She was capable of making her own decisions, and she wouldn’t let anyone including her family stand in the way of her happiness.

As they walked past the glittering displays, Tahiry’s thoughts returned to Tama. She loved him, flaws and all. His temper, his protective nature. It was all part of what made him who he was. And while she knew there would be challenges ahead, she was determined to face them head-on, with or without her family’s approval.

But deep down, she hoped that one day, her family would see what she saw in Tama, someone who truly cared for her, someone who would stand by her side no matter what. She didn’t expect them to understand everything, but she wanted them to see that her love for him was real, and that he had, in his own way, shown her a kind of strength she had never known before.

For now, though, she’d take the quiet moments like these when she could simply be with her family, even if their opinions still clashed. She was learning to navigate the complex dynamics of her relationship with Tama and with her family.

And though it wasn’t always easy, she was confident that she could handle whatever came next.

[madhatterbri]

Professional Tension | T.T.

Summary: After breaking up with Tama for cheating on you, the two of you end up working for the same company. Lingering feelings for the other get in the way one night in a club.

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Taglist: @miss-kuki-nz @magicalbuttertarts

It had been months since the breakup. Months since that night, you last laid eyes on him with someone who wasn't you in his bed. There was a look of shock and horror on his face when he saw your early arrival back in the house that the two of you shared. Years of memories of the past and hopes of a future together dashed before your very eyes. The harsh words that spilled out of your mouths as the details of his betrayal came out. None of that mattered now. Any hope to forget the man who was once your everything was dashed the moment you two locked eyes in catering as new employees of WWE.

You forced yourself to focus on work. Lingering emotions and the thoughts of what if there was no breakup wasn't going to cost you something that you worked so hard for. Except it wasn't that easy.

His presence lingered even when he was in another part of a building. The familiar scent of his cologne made you long for the Tama you thought you knew. His laugh still tugged at the corners of your lips. No matter how hard you tried to ignore him it wasn't possible. An invite to join for an outing after Smackdown made things even harder.

The VIP portion was loud. The music blared throughout the speakers in the club. Wrestlers yelled over the music to try and talk to one another. Bottles and glasses were passed around to try and get the other to try their favorite drink. You made sure to stay with your friends and away from Tama. A couple of times the two of you locked eyes and quickly looked away. The usual professional demeanor that you liked to portray was thrown out the window.

A brief glance at your phone made you realize it was time to cut the party short. You had an early wake-up to catch a flight home in the morning. You said your goodbyes and left to get your coat from the hook by the door. The hairs on your neck raised as you felt a pair of eyes watching you. A familiar feeling that made your cheeks flush, your stomach flop, and annoyingly enough your heart flutter. You scolded yourself for the temporary weakness. Too much was riding on this. Your feelings could not get in the way of this.

The moment you put on your coat and turned around, you knew you were in trouble. The man who broke your heart into pieces, the man who shared so much history with you, the man who you could see yourself throw all this away for was standing right in front of you. His dark brown eyes stared into yours as if trying to read your mind. Trying to read your feelings on the situation that you two are currently in.

He spoke your name. His voice was soft and light. The air was thick. You were sure that the oxygen was sucked out of the room. The heat from his body pulled you closer to him like a magnet. "I feel it too. I never stopped wanting you."

You opened your mouth yet nothing came out. This couldn't be happening. Not with the majority of your coworkers only a mere few feet away from the two of you. He stepped closer, something that you had previously deemed wasn't possible. "Tama, we can't."

"I can't walk away from you. Every time I try something inside of me still think there is something there worth fighting for," he paused to collect his thoughts. "I don't want to keep playing these games with you if you tell me right here and right now that there is nothing left to fight over then I will walk away."

Your mind was telling you to run, but your heart skipped a beat in your chest. The very man who sent you on a downward spiral thinks that there is a chance for redemption. The idea would have made you laugh at the mere thought. Not now, not when the man is standing in the flesh telling you that he thinks there is something worth fighting for.

"Tama, I-" you started yet stopped the moment his thumb rubbed your cheek gently. The rest of his hand cupped your chin. The very thing he used to do when you had a bad day. The small act of comfort that would immediately brighten your day. You were so confused, and in your confusion, you did the unthinkable. Your lips brushed against his.

When you pulled away, you shook your head in disbelief. All the months of building up walls against him fell after one night of drinking.

"I have to go. Don't follow me," you ordered. He stepped back with his hands up in defeat. You muttered a thank you and paced towards the door. Your once foggy mind became sharper the further you pulled yourself away from him. Your fingers touched yourups as you walked out the door.

[usoinked]

Can I make a request for some Tama F/reader smut?

Yes I can♥️👏🏽

Sweet like Birthday Cake🍰(Tama Tonga X Black Reader)

CW: Fluff, Smut, 18+ MDNI, thoughtful surprises, praise, sexual content, mature language, unprotected p in v, soft dom, first time, happy ending this time ღ

Word Count: 3.0k+

Your birthday was currently approaching, being just a week away and you still had no idea what you wanted to do for it. You’ve had birthday parties before but the last time you had one was for your sweet 16. You were turning 21 now and you didn’t have the time nor the money to plan out a huge party for yourself. It didn’t help that you also didn’t really have anyone to invite, you had more associates than friends. The only person you really considered a friend, was Tama Tonga. You and Tama had been friends for a while but with Tama’s hectic wrestling schedule it wasn’t easy to contact him or find quality time together. Platonically that is. Truthfully, you were fine with doing nothing for your birthday other than just kicking back and eating some ice cream. You didn’t want to make make a big deal out of it because you really were a homebody more than anything and weren’t used to partying. Something low-key, a quiet evening at home would’ve done you well. However, your friend Tama wasn’t going for any of that and had different plans unbeknownst to you. He had been secretly arranging a surprise birthday celebration, enlisting the help of the new bloodline and even asked Cody Rhodes for some decorating advice.

After finishing up at work, you wrapped up the last task of the night—cleaning out the coffee machines and washing the cups and spoons from the day’s shift. Once everything was tidied up, you said your goodbyes to your coworker, Kayla, and made your way out to the parking lot. A quick press of the button on your car key and your car unlocked, ready to take you home.

You had always been a huge fan of pink, and Hello Kitty had practically taken over your life. It was no secret—your car was a testament to that. From the seat covers to the air fresheners to the coasters, it was a Hello Kitty wonderland. You didn’t mind the playful overload of cute, and honestly, you enjoyed the little touches of happiness it brought to your everyday routine. You even remembered the time Tama had bought you a Hello Kitty plushie as a thank-you for always supporting his wrestling career. The gesture had melted your heart; he didn’t make a big deal of it, but you knew he’d paid attention to what made you happy, and that made it all the more meaningful.

You slid into your car, settled into the familiar pink surroundings, and started the engine. The drive home was peaceful, the soft hum of the car engine and the radio playing quietly in the background brought you a nice sense of comfort. As you cruised down the road, the city lights slowly faded, giving way to the calm suburban streets leading to your house.

Pulling into your driveway, you sighed contently, grateful for the quiet after a long day. The house was just as cozy as you remembered, waiting for you to relax and unwind. You grabbed your bag from the passenger seat, took one last glance at the plushie on the dashboard—Tama’s thoughtful gift—and made your way to the front door. It was a small, comforting routine, one that always made you feel at home.

You unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to be startled as the lights suddenly flickered on, nearly making you jump out of your shoes. “AHH!” you yelped, instinctively stepping back before your eyes took in the sight in front of you. The room was filled with roses, pink balloons shaped with the numbers 2 and 1, and a gorgeous birthday cake sitting on the counter, topped with cream cheese frosting and fresh strawberries. There was also a massive bouquet of pink roses and, of course, a huge brown Hello Kitty plushie with a hibiscus flower tucked behind its ear.

“Surprise, Y/N. Happy Birthday!” Tama’s voice broke through your shock, and you finally spotted him, grinning and chuckling at your startled reaction.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. “How the hell did you get in here, Tama? Aren’t you supposed to be on the road for your match tomorrow?”

Tama shrugged casually, still holding that playful grin. “Relax, Y/N. I got a pass from Solo to spend the night here and catch a flight in the morning. It’s only a four-hour trip. And with it being your birthday, I wasn’t about to miss the chance to see you… let alone surprise you.” He then pulled out a small key from his pocket and dangled it in front of you. “Remember that emergency key you gave me?”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the key jingling in his hand. “You definitely surprised me,” you said with a small laugh, your eyes scanning the decorations again. “You did a good job, Tama. Thank you.”

Tama grinned wider, pleased with your reaction. “Lo mālō. I made some…ribeyes with mashed potatoes and asparagus for us. And I got a bottle of champagne for you on the table over there.” He said before motioning his finger over to the kitchen table.

You looked over at the table, seeing two plates sitting across from each other, each piled high with the meal Tama had made. The ribeye, mashed potatoes and asparagus looked absolutely delicious, and your heart skipped a beat. Tama had really gone all out for you on your birthday. The effort he’d put into this made you feel incredibly special, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. It wasn’t every day that you found someone who would do something so thoughtful, and Tama’s attention to detail wasn’t lost on you.

As you dug into the meal, the flavors were just as incredible as you’d imagined. The ribeye was cooked perfectly, tender and juicy, and the sides complemented it so well. You both ate in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of utensils and soft murmurs of approval. Every now and then, Tama would glance at you with a playful smirk, as if silently asking how he was doing as your personal chef for the night. You’d smile back, showing him just how much you appreciated it.

Once you’d finished your meal, Tama excused himself to grab the cake, placing it gently in front of you. The birthday cake was just as beautiful as everything else tonight—vanilla butter cream frosting, fresh strawberries on top, and perfectly sweet. He gently cut two slices of it before placing them on two separate plastic plates. You picked up a fork, ready to indulge in the sweet treat, when just before you could take a bite, you stopped. Tama was holding up his own fork, a piece of cake on it, his expression playfully urging you to eat it from his fork.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you met his eyes. “You really want me to eat it off your fork?”

He nodded, his grin widening. “I made it for you, didn’t I? Can’t let you miss a bite.”

With a soft laugh, you leaned forward and accepted the fork, taking a small bite. The buttercream icing lingered on the fork like a mere stain, but the sweetness of the cake made your taste buds sing. As you chewed, savoring the flavor, you noticed Tama staring at you, his gaze intense. It wasn’t just the cake he was focused on now.

While you were enjoying the cake, Tama had shifted his attention, his mind drifting elsewhere. He was still eating, but his thoughts weren’t on the cake or even the meal anymore. His focus was entirely on you. The way you smiled after every bite, the way you seemed to radiate warmth and joy tonight, made him feel something deeper than just a momentary appreciation. Something more… personal. He couldn’t help but admire you in that quiet, intimate space between bites, knowing this was one of those rare moments he’d treasure forever.

Unable to shake off the feeling of Tama staring you, you looked at him a bit confused but tried to laugh it off playfully. “What? Are you okay?” He didn’t respond immediately, just took your hand gently intertwining it with his making your face start to heat up. You weren’t going to deny that Tama was an attractive man, but you were also nervous because you had yet to have this kind of interaction with him let alone another man before. “Happy Birthday Y/N, I wanted to do something meaningful for you. With your permission, I wanted to see if I could give you another present.”

You took a moment to respond but didn’t leave his question unanswered. “What other present you tryna give me?” There was a pause in the air before he just looked at you. “I can show you better than I can tell you” he said before gently taking your chin with his free hand and pressing your lips together. Your eyes expanded for a second before they slowly closed as you melted into the kiss, his tongue slid over your bottom lip asking gently for permission which you granted. The taste of icing, strawberry, and saliva combined as your tongues slid across one another. After a brief make out session, Tama slowly pulled away before commenting. “You taste sweet, just like your birthday cake.”

“You got it for me” you said before making a soft gasp feeling his hands snake their way up your shirt before stopping. “Can I take this off?” He asked, his voice being gentle and soothing. You hummed in response, nodding your head and raising your arms as your work shirt slipped off of you. With very little conversation, eventually all of your clothes were off right along side Tama being in nothing but his briefs by this point. His arms snaked their way around you as his lips collided with yours again, his tongue finding its way back to the place it was just moments ago before eventually pulling away and attacking your neck with soft kisses. His tongue slid over the area earning a soft moan from you as you gripped his shoulders, his body was rigid and you could feel how hard his shoulders were beneath your palm. He gently pulled you on top of him where you were both straddled, your body on his. The only thing keeping both your pussy and his dick separated was the fabric of his briefs, which neither of you minded…for now. His tongue slid over the area as if a mop was dragging across the floor, his hands finding their way to your breasts slowly beginning to knead them as he worked on giving your neck a birthday mark.

The feeling in between your legs grew even worse as Tama moved away from your neck and onto your nipples. His tongue worked like magic around the buds as your back arched gripping onto his shoulders even more. Your body squirmed, brushing up against the tent in his briefs earning a low moan from him. “Easy baby” he cooed against your chest before swirling his tongue around the bud once again.

The feeling sent jolts of electricity through your body, especially because your nipples were overly sensitive and you’d never gotten this far before with any of your previous partners. The most you’d ever did was kiss and that was it. You were always too afraid to take it further or give yourself away fearing they would leave afterwards. But with Tama, things were different. He was always so understanding and caring about you, never gave you any reason to doubt him. You trusted him. Trusted him enough to give him your body and take your virginity.

“I’ve…never went this far before.” Your voice had a hint of shakiness and a bit of insincerity in it but Tama knew how to calm you down and he did. “Then let me show you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to okay. And if you feel like you can’t go anymore or if it’s getting too much and you want me to stop, I will.” He said, his voice filled with care and reassurance before lifting you up and sliding off his briefs.

His hands wrapped their way around his cock, rubbing it against your slick before holding it there a moment. Turns out he didn’t even need any lube because of how wet you were getting on your own, so he took that as a hefty invitation. “Hold onto me and tell me if you need to slow down or stop at any point okay?” He said, his warm hands wrapping themselves around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return nodding okay. “A-Alright”. “Just relax” he said before slowly lowering your body and just as you tried to relax feeling the tip push in, there was the sting and the pain of your walls closing in around him. Your grip around Tama tightened as you winced causing him to immediately stop to make sure you were okay. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t speak for a second because you were too busy trying to breathe, you had already felt so full but what you didn’t realize is that he wasn’t even half way in yet….that was until he told you. “It’s not half way in yet, but tell me when to move and I’ll move, okay?” You got to the point where you didn’t want to wait because you didn’t know how long the pain would last so you started to lower yourself even further evoking a strained moan from the man below you. You let out a wince before suddenly letting out a loud moan due to feeling how your insides were constricting around Tama and from how painful it was. A mixture of pain and pleasure was all you felt until you gave a swift command. “M-Move” you said as Tama replied with placing gentle kisses on your collarbone and began to bounce you slowly. Each bounce had so much passion and care behind it, it wasn’t just casual sex, he was actually making love to you.

The pain slowly began to subside and it was just replaced by pleasure. So much pleasure that Tama didn’t even have to bounce you anymore because your body had a mind of his own. Your hips began to grind against Tama’s, his cock massaging every area of your walls with his tip reaching further and further upward. You wanted to feel more of this feeling, more of him. The more your hips moved around, the wetter you became and the louder your moans got. “There you go, you’re doing so well for me babygirl” he cooed out as you moaned in response. The praise he gave you was like a reward, every time you rocked your hips or held onto him, he gave you a gesture of comfort or some word of praise. With how gentle he was being and how much you were getting addicted to chasing your own high, that knot in your stomach only seemed to form all the more faster.

“T-Tama s-shit! Somethings h-happening!” You screamed out as one of your hands found their way onto his toned chest as the other one gripped around the back of his neck. “I know, I feel it too baby, just hold onto me, I got you.” He muttered in response, one of his hands resting on your waist while another one wrapped around your neck and brought your forehead to his as both your ragged breaths and gasps for air were the only thing filling the space between you two. As your grinding got more and more erotic, you couldn’t help yourself as your body jolted from the slow unraveling of the knot inside your stomach. “F-Fuck!” You screamed out unable to hold back much of your curses anymore. “There you go, you took me so well” he said talking you through it as your body shook against his. While you were chasing your own orgasm, Tama was also chasing his own being completely encapsulated with the site of you in front of him. His hand gripped onto your hips bouncing you while you were currently going through your orgasm, but this was overstimulation he was secretly into. He couldn’t help himself, taking your lips into his own as the sound of skin hitting together and moans filled the room. His other hand slowly slid down to your clit, his finger gliding over it back and forth causing your body to jolt even more. The hand that was on his chest immediately went to his wrist not being use to this much pleasure since it was your first time. But you didn’t want it to stop, this would definitely be memorable and he made sure of it. With each flick of his fingers, your hips constantly bucked which caused his cock to twitch indicating he was getting closer and closer.

“Fuck! Oh m-my god!” You moaned out throwing your head back as your hips shook before you felt something warm suddenly pool inside of you. Tama’s head rested against your chest as the hand that was on your hips immediately wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him, letting out a loud moan while doing so. As both of you started to slowly come down from your highs, it was Tama who broke the silence first. “You were amazing, Y/N. I hope you liked your birthday gift.”

“I didn’t just like it, I loved it” you commented through pants before getting a sudden curious feeling. “Was this…just a birthday gift?”

Tama looked a bit taken back by the question but he knew you’d have to find out sooner rather than later. “Well…no…truthfully I’ve had feelings for you for a while now Y/N, I just never said anything because I’m always busy…and I didn’t want to hurt you. You mean a lot to me y’know?”

Upon hearing this you smiled before taking his cheeks in between both your hands. “I can tell, you’ve showed me how much I mean to you and how much you care. And with your work schedule, I understand…I’m…willing to take it slow if you are?”

“…Yeah I’d like that a lot.”

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Note: So uhhhh I hope you like this 😅, this is my first tama fic so pls be nice😭

Note #2: Lo mālō means “you’re welcome” in Tongan (based on the research I’ve done, if I am incorrect pls let me know and I’ll more than happily change it! ♥️)

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He's so unhinged, and I am in love <3

Summary: Solo looks to completely remake the Bloodline by finally replacing Paul with a newer, prettier, younger, manager.

You finish writing your email regarding your change in job title to Nick Aldis with a satisfied smile on your face. By the end of the night, you will no longer be Aldis's glorified errand girl. And it's all thanks to one, Solo Sikoa. With Solo and his new Tongan lackeys on Smackdown, there's a new Bloodline in WWE. Solo is looking to replace Paul with a newer, younger, and prettier manager.

A knock sounds at your hotel room door as you hit send on your email. You grab your bag and jacket and answer the door, finding one of Solo's new boys on the other side.

"Sup, shortie?" Tanga Loa greets you at the door. "Solo sent me to grab you so we can all head out together." He explains.

"How gentlemanly of him." You quip and step through the door, shutting it behind you. "I'm ready whenever you are, big man." You joke with him.

Tanga nods and leads the way down the hall toward the elevator. You and Tanga chat while the elevator glides down to the hotel lobby where Solo and Tama are waiting for you.

"The boys are waiting over there." Tanga nods across the lobby to where Tama is leaning against the wall.

"Where's Solo?" You comment when you see that Solo isn't with Tama.

Tanga shrugs, and the two of you walk over to a waiting Tama. Tama glances at his brother with a stoic expression, which softens when he turns his attention to you.

"You sure are looking nice tonight, doll." Tama comments on your outfit.

"Eyes are up here, playboy." You roll your eyes. "Where's Solo at?" You ask him.

Tama cracks an amused grin, rolling his shoulders at you. "He said he forgot something in his room." He informs you.

"Tanga, why don't you go make sure Solo doesn't need any help." You turn back to Tanga.

"Sure." Tanga nods and heads back to the elevator.

You watch Tanga walk off and disappear inside the elevator. You lean against the wall next to Tama and wait for Solo and his brother to return. And now that the two of you are alone, it doesn't take long for Tama to speak up.

"You aren't trying to get me alone, are you, YN?" Tama turns and leans over you with an amused smile.

"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?" You snark and roll your eyes, craning your neck to meet his gaze.

Tama licks his lips, and you spot his hand moving from his side out of the corner of your eye. His hand trails up your bare arm, sending goosebumps over your body, and comes to a stop at the base of your neck.

"I'd watch that hand if you were you." You warn Tama, the two of you staring at one another intensely.

"Why?" Tama replies. "You bite, pretty lady?" He taunts you, his fingers brushing against your neck.

You spot Solo and Tanga stepping out of the elevator over Tama's shoulder and promptly swipe his hand off your neck.

"You'll have to stick around and find out, I guess." You taunt Tama right back with a grin before pushing off the wall. "Solo! I was beginning to think that you'd gotten lost." You walk over to him and Tanga.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Solo rolls his eyes. "You guys ready to leave?" He asks you and nods to Tama behind you.

Tama pushes off the wall and nods. "Whenever you are, boss." He answers Solo.

Solo leads the pack, and everyone heads out to the parking lot where the rental SUV is waiting. Tanga drives, and Solo takes the front passenger seat which leaves you and Tama in the back.

The ride to the arena is mostly silent, save for the hum of the radio up front. It's dark in the back of the SUV, which gives Tama's hand cause to wander across the seat and toward your exposed thighs. You glance over at him with a stoic expression when you feel his fingers brush against your leg. But the Tongan only flashes a suggestive smile at you.

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, the expression written on your face warning him to behave himself.

The SUV finally pulls into the arena and Tama jumps at the chance to get your door for you. He hurrries out of his door and swiftly makes his way around to the other side just as you manage to get your seat belt off.

"Let me get that for you, doll." Tama purs as he pulls the car door open for you.

"Thanks." You roll your eyes again and attept to hide the amused smile that creeping it's way onto your face.

Solo starts barking orders at everyone as soon as he's out of the car. He informs everyone that he's headed to the Bloodline locker room to start discusing plans with Tanga about Cody. But before he leaves, Solo instructs you to make sure that Paul understands that his posistion in the Bloodline is no longer viable.

"And take Tama with you." Solo adds before he walks off. "He'll make sure Paul gets the message."

"Sure thing, boss." You nod and turn in the oposite direction of Solo and Tanga.

When you turn Tama is right at your side, his eye sparkling with eagerness at the prospect of having some more quality time with you.

"Looks like we get to spend some more time together, doll." Tama grins. "How lucky am I?" He smirks at you.

"Not nearly as lucky as you think, playboy." You quip and walk off in search of Paul. "Come on, let's find Paul and get this over with."

It doesn't take you long to find Paul hanging outside Nick Aldis' office. Paul spots you coming down the hall and cracks a friendly smile. But that smile doesn't last long when he see's Tama turn the corner behind you.

"YN! How lovely to see you." Paul smiles at you and does his best to ignore Tama intensly glaring at him from behind you. "Can I help you with something, my dear?" Paul asks you.

"Nice to see you too, Paul." You match Heyman's smile. "And yes, there is something I need to tell you. It's a message actually, from Solo." You explain.

Paul's eyes widen at the mention of Solo's name. He swallows hard and glances back at Tama towering above you a few feet behind you and Paul. "A message? From Solo?" Paul trips over his words nervously.

"Mhm." You grin. "In light of Solo replacing Roman and being crowned the new Tribal Cheif, he has decided that you are no longer needed as special counsil, Paul." You inform him. "From now on, I'll be taking over as specal counsil and mangerial duties to the Tribal Cheif. But Solo sincerely thanks you for your service."

You watch Paul's mouth drop open with an amused smile. Heyman stumbles over his words for a moment in search of a reply. But the hall of famer can't seem to find anything to say in response to your news.

"Well, this was fun." You set a hand on Paul's shoulder. "Good luck finding a new client to employ, Paul. We'll be seeing you around." You let go of his shoulder and go to walk off.

Paul watches you take a few steps forward before reaching for his phone. He brings his phone up to his mouth and is about to make a phonecall when Tama steps in front of him and plucks Paul's phone right from his hands.

You turn back around with a laugh and Tama hands you Paul's phone. "Yeah, there's no need for that, Paul." You smile and twirl his phone your hand. "Roman Reigns is an afterthought in WWE now, Paul. Just like Dwayne is." You hand the phone back to Tama.

Paul stands flabberghasted and once again stutters out a few incoherent words. You turn back around and gesture for Tama to follow you. Tama winks at Paul and lets his phone drop to the floor, making sure to step on it as he walks off with you.

You round the coner and Tama hurries to catch up with you. You hear his hearty laugh as he comes around the corner and falls into step with you.

"Fuck that was sexy, dollface." Tama purrs. "I can see why Solo likes you so much." He adds.

"Solo's always been smart." You reply. "Now come on, let's get back to the locker room."

Tama nods and quickens his pace to keep up with you. "Yes, ma'am." He cracks a devilish grin. "You just lead the way, pretty lady. And I'll follow."

"Hmm." You hum in approval. "Another smart man." You tease Tama.

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Tama Tonga NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Don't let his demeanor fool you, he's a snuggle bear, though after sex he prefers cock warming cuddles. He wants to feel you flutter around him for just a little longer while you keep him nice and warm. He loves to make out after sex to before he goes and starts the shower or bath for you both.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tama loves his arms, he loves that he has enough strength in them to throw you around a little bit when he wants to fuck you rough.

He's an ass man, he loves smacking it till it turns bright red. He will for sure put you over his lap and spank you while you count each one if you've been a brat to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Literally all over you, he loves cumming inside you or on your face the most though. Tama's love for cumming on you comes from his marking kink, whether its cum, scratches, hickeys, or bites, he wants everyone to know you are his girl.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has 100% stole your underwear to use while he's away. He will call you while he's gone on a trip and show you your pretty lace panties wrapped around his cock while he cums. So he keeps stealing them a secret but gets so aroused at the thought of you knowing he's such a perv that he pretty much tells on himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows exactly what he is doing, Tama has had a decent amount of experience and is a very quick learning when it comes to pin pointing the things that his partner needs and likes the best. His area of expertise though is `100% oral

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tama's favorite position is the lotus position, he loves being able to wrap his arms around you and thrust up into you so he can hit the right spot perfectly. Another favorite about the lotus to him is the fact he can reach up to your chin and make you look him in the eyes while he fucks you. " Yeah, you like that? My slut wanna cum? then look at me"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious, Tama prefers to have a rougher and more kinky time in the bedroom with you which tends to things being more on the serious side of things.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Thick dark curly hair, that's black in color and is a whole damn bush. Tama does not care he wants you to choke on them when you suck his dick.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tama is very focused during the moment, He loses himself in the goal of giving you the best fucking of your life and tends to forget about the softer side of intimacy and romance because of this. However, that doesn't mean that he isn't romantic at all, he will show you this side of him during aftercare and in your day to day life.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves mutual masturbation, though he definitely prefers being able to fuck you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking

Daddy/Sir

Slight spit kink

Bondage

Breeding

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Man is a damn fiend when it comes to you and he will bend you over anywhere. The amount times Solo has walked in on you Two is ungodly.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on by the simple things that you do, like the way your tongue sticks out when you think, when you go shopping and try on dresses and lingerie, and he even gets turned on by the way you look at him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you is off the table for him, he's a very jealous lover in the bedroom snf is aware of this. He feels as though he is the only one who can fuck you and make you feel this good.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

God he loves eating pussy, he will shove his whole face between you legs and won't stop till your legs are shaking. If you squirt he gets off alot on the fact his beard would be soaked.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tama tends to always be on the fast and rough side of things. He usually is like this though because of his energy, he has a very high stamina and rough and fast is really just the way he gets it all out of his system.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He will shove you up against the wall somewhere backstage just to get a quick fuck in before he has to go out and fight. His favorite though is when he lifts you up onto something and gets on his knees to give you a quick tongue fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is so risky it's concerning. Tama will try anything with you, he treats you like his queen and his queen gets what she wants. Anything you wanna experiment in he is down for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go all night if you can keep up with him. However, he will settle for 3-4 rounds. He has to make sure you're either begging him to stop cause of the sensitivity or shaking from squirting hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't use the often with you but he does have a few he uses on occasion. Handcuffs are a classic for him as well as using a small bullet vibrstor on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves to tease you. Tama wants to hear you whine for him to touch you before he makes you fall apart. "What is it love? You want daddy to rub this clit?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's loud but not whiny loud. He let's out deep and loud growls and groans. (I know what your thinking, yes he's a damn gremlin another story for another time 🤣)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves taking nudes, he will send you them all the time when he's away for a show.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Tama is actually pretty big. He's about 8 inches with thick veins running along his shaft. He has a bright red color to the tip, which makes it look 10 times hotter when it leaks precum.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he craves you to the point it's almost inhumane. Putting a exact estimate of how much you two have sex is hard to do, because of the amount of times he talks you into quickies.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes pretty long for him to fall asleep after sex. He will lay with you if you want him to cuddle you while you fall asleep, sometimes he will get up and maybe go get stuff ready for work, take care of stuff around the house, or something of the sort.

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Roman Reigns

✎Your Mine

✎ Bratty behavior

✧.* Jey Uso

✎Give me my towel

✎"you gonna let me fuck you with this championship on baby?"

✧.* Jimmy Uso

✎you belong to me

✧.* Zilla Fatu

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coming soon

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✎To my Bestfriend

✧.* Tama Tonga

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Hey guys!!!

So I just wanted you guys to be up to date with some things happening with my Damian Priest story as well several other coming soon things I am working on.

Since life had gotten in the way for the majority of 2024, one of my biggest resolutions this year was to actually sit down and write down all the story ideas I have and post them here. Well I've been doing just that and am so crazy close showcasing them to you all.

However with all that happening, I'm also doing something insane and removing most of the stuff I already have on here. I say most meaning my Just Friends story and all the extra add-ons attached to it. Things have been happening behind the scenes with it and have given it somewhat of a new(ish), less toxic take that it was going originally and I want you all to see it and everything else with fresh eyes like me!

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Tribal Chief - Solosami/Zakoa fic ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Warnings: family drama, mentions of samijey, angst (Sami is torn between Jey and Solo), past relationships, first kiss, and hurt comfort.

Word count: 2,468

Authors note: uhm, because of the lack of any content? I thought their dynamic was always cute and now with Solo as tribal chief I'm even more curious to explore it.

Summary: After an intense confrontation with Jey leaves Sami reeling, he seeks out to play his ever present peacemaker role. And meeting Solo again in his new tribal chief role brings up unresolved and old emotions for both parties.

“Well Sami, you wouldn't understand. ‘Cause you're not family, uce.”

Those words stung worse than any hit he had ever taken, like a knife had been dug directly into his heart. It burned his soul and brought a downcasted feeling to his very being like Jey had spit on everything the two of them had created. Just months ago they were teaming with each other to face common threats. The weight lifted from their shoulders with the departure of Roman and Sami had proudly watched the color return to Jey's face as he flourished without his cousin.

It had positively elated Sami like no other watching him holding aloft his first singles championship after defeating Bron. He remembered how enthusiastically he had embraced and eagerly calmed down Jey from the overwhelming emotions of winning. He remembered holding him and getting lost in joy seeing the light on his eyes. Jey was happy.

And so was he.

But as Roman and Jimmy slowly began to make their way back into the picture it almost felt like a switch had been pulled in Jey. To Sami he had a hunch that even with months away from Roman there was a part of Jey who still lurked with those old right hand man tendencies. The aggression, the hatred, the compliance, and the cruelty that Roman had groomed. All of it was still there even under the fact Jey had gotten away.

Perhaps he was being a bit quick to pin the blame but he wouldn't be all to surprised if Jimmy's presence and influence was already weaseling its way back into Jey's mind. He knew his twin was temperamental and sometimes didn't always think with his head before doing things, but even more so now it seemed the older Uso’s hostility had gotten worse. Could you blame him for not trusting Sami after he betrayed Roman? It was only fair it seemed like he had spit on the family that he had been let into.

A part of him believed that perhaps Jimmy may never understand the full layers of trauma inflicted on him and Jey by staying in Roman's presence. A part of him wished he could see under the armor and hoped a part of Jimmy knew everything Roman had done was wrong even if he was to hard headed to see it now.

But now after fretting his very well intentioned worry to Jey over the situation he was instead met with aggression and hostility where there had been none for months. And it had scared him into silence even staring as he saw the flicker of regret linger on those hazel eyes before he was left reeling. His relationship with Jey since leaving the Bloodline had really been up in a debate due to his friendship (fragile) with Kevin and Jey's independence now trying to solidify his singles career. They had been on and off dating? If you could call what they did dating due to their schedules and now the current family situation that had been boiling since Bad Blood.

They had always been super affectionate whether it being hugs or kisses. He knew Jey was still recovering just as he was from Roman's hold so they had been taking it slow and when Jey had requested he needed time he had respectfully agreed. Both of them in stress for different reasons but reasons all the same with people they cared about.

However what he couldn't wrap his head around was Jimmy and Roman spewing and hammering the idea that Solo was the worst. The more or less lesser of evil as Sami saw it. He wasn't stupid or blinded by his past with Roman nor as much as he loved Jey would he allow it to cloud his judgment. He knew Solo was far from being worse than the treatment that everyone in the Bloodline had received by the hands of the OTC. Solo never used his power to manipulate, he didn't rule through fear for his Bloodline, he didn't cheat much, never gaslighting, and he never treated anyone with less respect than he expected to himself. Yet he was the bad guy here.

Sami and Solo had been close in the original Bloodline during his time teaming and becoming close with the rest of the men. He had always known Solo as the quiet guy only ever being the one to carry out the dirty work. Though he knew Solo was destined for greatness the moment he came to NXT. He remembered how delighted he was just to see the smallest quirk of his lips from his silly quips or jokes and how excited he had become when Solo called him, ‘his dawg.’ If anything to Sami he knew somewhere in that cold demeanor that Solo cared maybe even had loved him as family too.

But now standing backstage aimlessly walking he felt lost in what to do in the midst of what seemed like the reforming of the original Bloodline. It all felt surreal and to him he was frustrated, so frustrated. He was afraid even for Jimmy because for the past few SmackDown’s and PLE’s Roman had shown no changes let alone uttered the word ‘i’m sorry’ to either Jimmy or Jey. He wanted to shake sense into the younger twin because he saw how unapologetic Roman remained on not being any different then the man that had caused so much heartache.

The man who drove away his own family.

Sami was so lost in his own turmoil and mind that he hadn't processed the fact someone was calling his name till now. He slowed his pace and blinked back the raging storm in his mind as he turned to gaze behind himself and frowned. And to his surprise there was the man himself, someone he hadn't talked to since he had betrayed the Bloodline.

Solo.

To his surprise it wasn't an aggressive or hostile approach like his brothers and cousin, it was open and relaxed. His stance comfortable and radiating a confidence Sami had never seen in his time as the enforcer. It was pleasing to see how much Sikoa had grown into his own as the new Tribal Chief and even more so to see him free of the position that he and previously the Uso's had believed was holding him back.

“Solo, hey man.” Zayn chuckled feeling a bit awkward at first as he ran a hand over the neck of his neck and gave an apologetic smile as he shifted to his feet. “Listen, about Roman and the betrayal I-” He had began feeling the need to bury the hatchet and give an apology that was needed or so he felt was. But to his surprise he was cut short by Solo holding up a finger to quiet him as he shook his head.

“No Sami, that's not necessary.” Solo started with a monotone tone that wasn't rude, just a bit firm in the way he said it. He raised a hand to rub his jaw as he stepped forward and gazed up towards Sami with a serious look. “I don't care about what you did, I understand.” He added calmly and gave a half smile as he lowered his hand back to his side.

Sami felt a bit of relief tug on his heart but his nerves still danced at the sight of the Tongans and especially from the intense almost feral stare down from the Samoan Werewolf, Jacob Fatu. He was still wary about Solo's new Bloodline despite the non aggressive (mostly) way they handled themselves and the unfamiliarity of the cousins Solo had brought in.

Solo, having caught on to the unease and slight fidget under the gaze of his Bloodline, gave a short chuckle. He turned his head and gave a small gesture to Jacob who lessened his murderous stare and opted to look on readily. “Hey, don't let them intimidate you, Sam. They are harmless and they're with me.” He reassured him holding a hand in a dirt of placating gesture. “These are my cousins, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa.” He stepped slightly to the side and gestured a hand out.

Tama nodded his head in response and grinned widely as he kept his hands folded in front of himself while his brother Tonga simply nodded. The pair of them a famous tag team Sami has heard of a few times from NJPW and from Cody from time to time. They were mostly quiet and just there it seemed, so unlike the energy he had felt from Jimmy and Jey constant almost bubby energy. They were calm and focused nothing to out of note except the odd growling and sounds Tama occasionally gave out.

“And this.” Solo smiled proudly and placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder as he looked at Sami. “Is Jacob, he's my enforcer and another one of my cousins.” He nodded and patted the tense man with a proud look.

Jacob flipped his dreads out his face almost too aggressively and gave a small grunt of acknowledgement as he stood there. Seemingly always on edge or ready for a fight as he moved his leg slightly restlessly at his side as he eyed the Canadian with an underlying suspension but made no comment.

Sami still felt no more relaxed but in all honesty he trusted Solo’s judgment and that proud smile almost made him want to grin too. It seemed so foreign to watch the stoic former enforcer smile and joke so freely like his brothers. It made Sami wonder if Solo had been keeping a part of himself hidden under the leadership of Roman just to keep up appearances. Though now seeing him so relaxed and happy made him feel the same amount of pride as he had for Jey. At least some more good had come out of his betrayal.

“Yeah well I'm so glad to see you coming into your own Solo. You deserved everything, especially being tribal chief.” Sami smiled earnestly with a heartfelt tone as he gestured towards the ula fala Solo now adorned. “My tribal chief.” He added a bit cheekily as he grinned a bit, feeling his heart race at the way Sikoa seemed to perk up and puff up proudly from the acknowledgement.

Solo nodded in approval and looked to both sides of him, getting a nod from both Tongans as he gave a genuine laugh. “See! It's not hard but everyone seems to think it's impossible. Still acknowledging Roman like he ain't done anything wrong.” He scoffed and shook his head feeling frustrated with people still hating him despite him not doing anything to be hateable in his eyes.

“I feel like I'm in a crazy dream when I heard the others act like you had set the plague or something compared to Roman.” Sami nodded along feeling like he was finally heard as he expressed his frustrations to the younger sibling. His eyes still wary and his tone tired as he sighed, rubbing his temples just shaking his head. “I dunno Solo, Jey is acting all hostile again and Jimmy acts like I'm still the worst..and I just..” He sighed letting his shoulders slump in defeat as he resigned himself to the idea that Jey might just fall back into old habits.

Solo seeing this had softened and sighed as he nodded along with a disappointed yet knowing look in his eyes. His gaze sympathetic as he stepped forward and placed his hands on Sami's shoulders gently but firmly. “You are family to me Sam, my dawg…everything.” He empathized, squeezing his shoulders and ducked his gaze trying to catch Sami's eyes. “I want you in my Bloodline Sami, I know tensions are high and you want to be with Jey when this is all said and done but we both know Roman ain't no different then when you left.”

The sincerity in his tone and words caught him by surprise and he felt the hurt get a bit of balm soothed by the blonde as he was speaking. His logical side screamed to agree and let things play out but still his heart was he might betray Jey worse and drive him more into Roman by joining Sikoa. Though a deeper more pained side of himself reared its head and he felt anger and frustration from the stress bubbling dangerously.

Was this the right call?

Sami ultimately felt his resolve waver and his emotions washed over him as his eyes locked with the intense yet soft gaze of Solo. His heart torn but knowing that he'd only hurt himself more by letting himself be lured back into Roman's Bloodline. The actions to both to Kevin and Jey, three years of trauma and torment. He loved Jey but he was tired and the family drama felt like a weight he couldn't escape even now.

His own body worked accordingly almost on autopilot as he leaned forward and hugged Solo feeling a sense of comfort wash over his battered soul feeling the tight yet real hug given by the new tribal chief. It was full of more love and meaning than Reigns had ever tried to give in the past. Was he really evil? He felt his body melt slightly as he closed his eyes, giving a shaky sigh as he frowned, feeling Solo's gloved fingers thread through his ginger locks.

The warm and firmness of the bigger Samoan was grounding and he felt his stress slowly melting as the ghost of a shiver run up his back when Solo's breath fanned over his ear. His words soft spoken comfort and reassurance as he gazed over Sami's shoulder to share a silent message to the other members of his Bloodline.

Zayn hadn't even registered what was happening till he felt tentative yet gentle fingers running in his beard and cupping his cheeks with the smooth gloves. His eyes flicking to meet the stoic gaze that was Solo and for a moment his heart skipped and he swallowed thickly as the other man leaned forward and ghosted a tentative kiss to his lips before pulling back. It almost seemed fearful and hesitant as if expecting rejection but softening seeing none. Solo was much more soft and affectionate then Sami had expected especially since in their time in the Bloodline there wasn't a lot of tension at least he hadn't felt it unless he never noticed Sikoa’s attraction.

It was wrong but…

It felt nice.

But unnoticed by the group there was a figure standing at the corner of the hallway staring on at the interaction. Their hand tightening into the temple of pink ‘yeet’ glasses making them creak under the pressure till they turned and stalked off silently down the other way.

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Grown Woman

Tama Tonga x Black OC

Summary: 30-year-old Tahiry has always been seen as a baby and underestimated by those around her. When tragedy strikes and her best friend passes away, Tahiry is suddenly thrust into the role of legal guardian for her young goddaughter, Harmony. As she navigates the challenges of motherhood and responsibility, Tahiry begins to transform into a woman of depth and resilience. Yet, it’s only Tama, who truly notices the changes in her.

I'm a grown woman (Yeah, I'm a grown woman)

I can do whatever I want (I can do whatever I want, hey)

I can be bad if I want (Mhm)

I can do wrong if I want (Mhm)

I can live fast if I want (Mhm)

I can go slow all night long (Mhm)

I'm a grown woman

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tahirytravis Dear Masika, it’s been two months since you left this earth, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you. The world feels so different without your laughter, your light, your love. But in the midst of the grief, I find comfort knowing I get to help raise the beautiful little girl you brought into this world. She carries so much of you in her—your smile, your strength, your heart. I promise you, I’ll love her like my own, and I’ll make sure she grows up knowing just how special her mama was. I miss you more than words can say, but I’m here, Masika. I’ll keep going, for you, for her, and for all the memories we shared. Love you forever. ❤️

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Two months had passed since the heart-wrenching day Tahiry buried her best friend, Masika. The funeral was a blur—raw emotion, the sharp sting of loss, and the overwhelming sense that nothing would ever be the same. Masika had been her closest confidante, her partner in crime, the person who understood Tahiry like no one else.

The suddenness of her passing left a void that nothing seemed capable of filling. It wasn’t just the absence of a friend; it was the absence of a promise that had always been there—shared dreams, mutual support, the plans they had made for the future.

And now, in a cruel twist of fate, that future was no longer possible. But amidst the sorrow, another responsibility had fallen squarely on Tahiry’s shoulders—one she hadn’t been prepared for: she was now the legal guardian of Masika’s daughter, her Goddaughter, Harmony.

As she looked at the young girl—only three years old—Tahiry saw not just the innocence of a child, but the weight of the promise she had made to Masika. She had promised her best friend she would take care of Harmony, and now, more than ever, that promise felt like an anchor around her neck. It was a responsibility Tahiry never imagined she would bear alone.

The transition had been difficult. Raising a child was a monumental task, especially when the child was grieving the loss of her mother. Tahiry wasn’t prepared for the sleepless nights, the tantrums, or the endless questioning from Harmony about why her mommy wasn’t coming back. She wasn’t prepared for the emotional rollercoaster that being a mother brought.

But she was standing strong.

Her mind was full of the “what-ifs,” of course. What if she wasn’t doing this right? What if she failed Masika, failed Harmony? What if she wasn’t enough for the child who depended on her now? But every time doubt crept in, she reminded herself of Masika’s wish—that Harmony be surrounded by people who loved her, people who would step in and give her the stability she needed. Tahiry had to be strong for Harmony, not just for her friend, but for herself too. The stakes were too high to fail.

But there was one thing that grated on her nerves—her family’s constant concern. Particularly her older sister, Takecia. Takecia had always been the protective one, the one who saw Tahiry as the baby of the family, no matter how old she was. Nine years older, Takecia had grown up watching over her younger sister, and despite Tahiry being a grown woman now, a successful professional in her own right, Takecia still saw her as the child she once was. Tahiry was tired of being treated like a child. She had responsibilities now. She had a life to manage, a job to do, and a child to care for. Why couldn’t her family see that?

This resentment bubbled under the surface, but Tahiry did her best to keep her frustration hidden. There were days when she just wanted to scream, to tell her family to stop treating her like a kid, to let her make her own decisions. But it wasn’t just Takecia. Everyone in her family seemed to want to "look out" for her, questioning her every move, making her feel like she was too young, too inexperienced, and too incapable of handling the heavy weight she had suddenly been given. Even her brother-in-law’s brothers felt the need to step in. She was the baby of the family, and to them, that meant she was still the child who needed protection.

Tahiry walked into the arena with Harmony, trying to focus on the task at hand. Today, she wasn’t just Tahiry—the grieving Godmother. She was Tahiry, Director of Sports and Entertainment Relations for WWE. A powerful position that required focus, strength, and a sense of professionalism that sometimes felt impossible to maintain when the emotional weight of life at home followed her every step. But today, she had to push everything aside, at least for a little while, and focus on her job.

"Come on, Harmony," she said as they made their way into the bustling arena, the sound of staff talking and the excitement of the SmackDown Live show vibrating through the air. Harmony waved excitedly at the crew as they passed by, her little face lighting up with joy. Tahiry smiled at the sight. It was moments like these—moments when she saw Harmony so carefree—that made all the pain, all the struggles, feel a little lighter. She couldn’t let her down.

Tahiry worked for WWE, and her role as Director of Sports and Entertainment Relations was demanding, to say the least. She was tasked with a wide range of responsibilities, from supporting talent to managing relationships with sports publicists, talent agents, and professional athletes. Her job often had her on the road, coordinating events, scouting new talent, and overseeing logistics for various activations and campaigns. It was a high-energy, high-profile job that demanded her full attention, but it also allowed her to be surrounded by some of the most influential people in sports and entertainment.

Today, however, was about booking talent for upcoming football games—an appearance that would keep her busy for the next few hours.

As they walked through the arena, Tahiry’s phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at it quickly—just another reminder of how quickly things moved in her world. But then she noticed someone familiar walking towards them: Jonathan, her brother-in-law’s brother. Tahiry couldn’t help but mentally roll her eyes. She knew what was coming. Jonathan was always hovering, always making sure she was "taken care of." He had a tendency to treat her like a little sister in need of constant supervision, and tonight was no exception.

“Hey, Tahiry,” Jonathan said, his easy smile stretching across his face. “Hey, Harmony,” he said, bending down to scoop the young girl into his arms.

Tahiry knew what was coming next before he even said it. "Come on, the fam has a private locker room tonight."

“We’re fine sitting in catering, Jon,” she replied, trying to assert her independence.

Jonathan, as usual, ignored her wishes. He started walking away with Harmony in his arms, fully expecting Tahiry to follow.

And she did.

It wasn’t a matter of needing him to babysit; it was just easier to go along with it than argue. The locker room was set up for a few of the WWE superstars and their families, a space where they could relax before the show. When they arrived, Trinity, Sefa, and Jacob were already there, chatting casually as they prepared for the evening. Trinity was the first to spot Harmony.

"Harmony!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up as she stood to take the young girl from Jonathan’s arms. Harmony smiled brightly and hugged Trinity, clearly happy to be around the people who had become like family to her since her mother’s passing.

Tahiry walked into the room, trying to shake off the lingering tension from the encounter with Jonathan. “Hey,” she greeted everyone, placing her bags down. "I’m going to leave my stuff here for now. Got a lot of work to do tonight.”

Before she could even get settled, Jacob called out to her. "Hold on now, you gotta let us know where you're going."

"Seriously?" Tahiry sighed, rolling her eyes. "I’ll be in the gorilla or catering, working."

"We’re just looking out for you," Sefa said, the protective tone in his voice making her grit her teeth.

Tahiry bit her tongue. She was so tired of hearing that. "I know, I know," she muttered, kissing Harmony’s cheek before walking out of the locker room, her laptop and phone in hand.

Outside, she bumped into Tama—her biggest distraction. Tama, or Alipate as he was known outside of WWE, was a professional wrestler with a presence that made heads turn. Tall, imposing, and impossibly handsome, he was also someone who had captured Tahiry’s heart from the moment she met him. Despite their undeniable chemistry, Tahiry never acted on her feelings. Her family was too protective, too quick to judge anyone who got close to her. And Tama—despite his obvious interest in her—respected that boundary, even if it meant burying his feelings.

"Hey, Tahiry," he said, a smile spreading across his face when he saw her. “You look so pretty, I like your hair like this.”

Tahiry smiled, her heart doing a little flip. He always knew how to make her feel special, even with just a simple compliment. She had the biggest crush on him—one that she knew was pointless, given their circumstances. But that didn’t make it any easier to ignore.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice softening. “I actually need to talk to you about going to an appearance.”

Tama groaned but smiled. “Let me guess, a football game?”

“Exactly,” Tahiry said with a laugh. “I know you don’t like public appearances, but it’s part of your job.”

Tama sighed. "I’ll only do it if you come with me."

Tahiry laughed, surprised at his sudden proposal. “If that’s the only way to get you to do it, then I’ll go with you.”

"You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said, although there was a warmth in his voice that made her believe he was genuinely grateful for her accepting his offer.

“No, I want to go,” Tahiry said. “Let’s do it.”

Before she could turn to go, Tama asked, his voice quieter now, “How are you doing?”

Tahiry’s face tightened. Two months had passed, but the grief was still raw. Her best friend—her sister in everything but blood—was gone. How was she supposed to answer that question? How could she explain the constant ache, the feeling of being pulled in a thousand different directions?

Tama must have sensed her distress. He pulled her into a gentle hug, his strong arms offering comfort she hadn’t realized she needed. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself be vulnerable for a moment. “I just miss her so much,” she whispered, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

Tama didn’t say anything at first. He just rubbed the back of her head, offering the kind of tenderness that Tahiry hadn’t allowed herself to feel in weeks. "Some days I’m great, and others just hit me like a ton of bricks," she confessed.

“I know it’s hard,” Tama murmured softly.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, the noise of the arena fading into the background. For once, Tahiry allowed herself to be cared for, to be held.

Eventually, she pulled away, embarrassed by her emotional outburst. “Sorry for crying all over you,” she said, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Tama gave her a gentle smile. "You don’t have to apologize for crying. You can cry all over me anytime," he said, the sincerity in his voice comforting her in a way she hadn’t expected.

Tahiry smiled through her tears and nodded. They parted ways, and Tahiry returned to the locker room. Harmony was sitting on the floor, brushing Trinity’s hair while they waited for the show to begin.

“Oh, you’re finally back,” Trinity said with a grin. “I need you to do my makeup.”

Tahiry sighed, dropping her things on the table before going to Trinity’s side. As she worked, Sefa and Jacob’s voices echoed in the background.

"Why were you hugging Tama?" Sefa asked, clearly too curious for his own good.

Tahiry ignored him at first, focusing on the delicate art of makeup. But Sefa didn’t let it go.

“You heard me,” he pressed.

She finally answered, her voice tired but firm. “He asked me how I was doing, and I broke down. That’s why we were hugging.”

“Are you okay?” Trinity asked, her voice soft with concern.

Tahiry paused, looking at Harmony, who had fallen quiet, staring at an old video of her and Masika dancing in the living room. Harmony whispered, “I miss mommy.”

Tahiry quickly wrapped her arms around the little girl. “I miss her too,” she whispered back, holding Harmony close as the weight of her grief settled back onto her shoulders.

The world moved on, but Tahiry felt suspended in time, torn between the life she was building for herself and the memories of the life that had been taken too soon.

Tahiry’s house was a place that once felt like her sanctuary, a private space where she could unwind after a long day, away from the noise and chaos of the world. But today, the quiet had been replaced by a steady hum of voices, laughter, and the clatter of pots and pans.

She stepped into the kitchen, a little annoyed, to find it already overtaken. Her sister, Takecia, was talking animatedly to her husband, Joshua, who was rummaging through the fridge as if it were his own. Her nephew, Jeyce, was lounging on the couch in the living room, engrossed in his game console, and her goddaughter, Harmony, just three years old, was playing in the corner of the room with her toys.

The house had become an extension of Takecia’s family, and at this moment, Tahiry wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

“You need to go grocery shopping,” Joshua said, his voice light but filled with the hint of authority as he reached for a jar of peanut butter. His tone suggested that this had become a routine request, one that Tahiry had come to dread.

Tahiry folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes, glancing at the half-empty shelves of her fridge. “I wouldn’t have to if you and everyone else didn’t come here damn near every day eating my shit up,” she retorted, her voice tinged with frustration.

Joshua just giggled at her, clearly amused by her irritation. He was used to it. “Instacart some groceries and I’ll pay for it,” he offered, flashing a grin over his shoulder.

Tahiry gave him a side-eye, not entirely trusting his offer. “Remember you said that,” she warned, her fingers already tapping on her phone as she pulled up the Instacart app. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the available options.

The tension was brief, but Takecia, always quick to stir the pot, couldn’t resist joining in. “So... what’s this I hear about Tama being a little extra friendly with you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the counter. “You know he’s twelve years older than you.”

Tahiry’s immediate response was a simple roll of the eyes, her body stiffening in a defensive posture. “And?” she asked, a challenging edge to her voice.

Takecia pursed her lips and shook her head. “You don’t need to be getting involved with someone that old,” she said, her voice laced with concern, though it was clear she didn’t fully understand the dynamic.

Tahiry didn’t hesitate. “I can do whatever I want,” she shot back, clearly irritated by her sister’s unsolicited opinion.

Before Takecia could respond, Joshua piped in, trying to ease the tension, but also to reinforce Takecia’s concerns. “Nah, you can’t. I don’t want him trying to take advantage of you, Tahiry,” he said gently. “You’ve already got enough on your plate.”

Takecia nodded in agreement. “Exactly,” she added, her gaze softening. “You’re too young for him anyway.”

Tahiry’s expression hardened. “I’m thirty years old,” she said firmly, her voice steady. “I’m old enough to make my own choices, and if I want to deal with a man twelve years older than me, then I’ll do just that.”

“Yeah, but we’re just worried about you,” Joshua said, his tone still gentle but filled with concern. “You don’t need anyone adding more stress to your life.”

Tahiry shook her head, feeling the familiar weight of their protective instincts pressing down on her. She opened the Instacart app once more, but before she could ask Joshua for his credit card to pay for the groceries, she turned back to face them. “You guys are so hard-headed,” she muttered, trying to let the irritation roll off her shoulders.

Takecia let out an exasperated sigh, clearly fed up with the constant back-and-forth. “You never want to listen to me,” she said, her voice soft but full of frustration.

Tahiry’s laugh was bitter. “Because you think I’m still five years old and not a grown woman,” she snapped. “Why would I listen to you when you don’t listen to me?”

The conversation paused in the heavy silence that followed, and it was in that moment, just as Tahiry was about to relent and give Joshua the credit card details, that Harmony’s small, trembling voice broke through.

“I want mommy,” Harmony cried, her face scrunched up in distress, and her little body quivering as she ran toward Tahiry, her arms reaching out for comfort.

Tahiry instinctively crouched down, opening her arms to scoop the little girl into her embrace. “What’s wrong, baby girl?” she asked softly, brushing a tear from the child’s cheek.

“Mommy,” Harmony whimpered, her tiny voice breaking as the pain of her mother’s loss resurfaced. Tahiry’s heart twisted painfully as she held the child, knowing full well the profound grief that still gripped Harmony’s young heart.

Masika’s death had shattered the little girl’s world. Two months had passed, and still, Harmony couldn’t fully understand why her mother wasn’t there to tuck her into bed at night, or why she couldn’t feel her warm embrace. Tahiry had always been the one to step in, trying her best to offer the love and stability that Harmony desperately needed. But it wasn’t the same, not even close.

Tahiry kissed Harmony’s temple, trying to soothe the little girl’s aching soul, though her own heart ached just as much. She, too, was still in denial, clinging to the hope that Masika would walk through the door one day, telling them it was all some sort of cruel test. But Masika wouldn’t be walking through that door. The reality was a hard pill to swallow, and each day felt like an insurmountable challenge for everyone in the house, especially for Harmony.

Takecia watched the scene unfold with a deep, quiet sympathy. She understood the pain her younger sister was carrying, even if she didn’t fully know how to help her heal. Losing Masika had been a blow to them all, but for Harmony, it was like losing a piece of herself. Takecia’s gaze softened as she looked at the two women—her sister and her niece—clinging to each other in a bond that felt fragile, like a single thread holding them together.

Tahiry murmured to Harmony, trying to find some comfort in the words she had said to the child before, something that had helped her through difficult moments. “Remember what I said about missing mommy?” she asked gently.

Harmony nodded, wiping her tears. “She’s in my heart,” she whispered, her voice soft as if testing the words, still unsure of their meaning.

“That’s right,” Tahiry confirmed, nodding as she held Harmony even tighter. “She’s in your heart. Every time your heart beats, that’s a little part of her reminding you that she’s with you.”

Takecia couldn’t help it. The tears that had been welling up for weeks now finally broke free, spilling down her face as she witnessed the raw grief of her little sister. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. Joshua, who had been standing silently by, moved to take his wife into his arms. He knew that, despite her tough exterior, Takecia’s heart was breaking for her sister, just as his was.

Jeyce wandered into the room, his face lit up with the energy of a typical 12-year-old boy. He noticed Harmony’s tear-streaked face immediately, and without hesitation, he reached for her, taking her gently into his arms. “Come on, Harmony,” he said softly. “I’ll let you play the game with me.”

Harmony sniffled, but the prospect of playing a video game with her older cousin was enough to pull her from her sorrow, at least temporarily. She nodded eagerly, wrapping her arms around Jeyce’s neck as he carefully carried her to the living room.

Tahiry watched them go, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. “He would make a great big brother,” she murmured, her tone light but filled with warmth. “Y’all should give him a little sibling.”

Joshua and Takecia both groaned in unison. “This factory is closed and out of business,” Takecia quipped, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Tahiry chuckled softly, her own grief momentarily pushed aside by the banter. She wiped the stray tears from her eyes, the warmth of the moment a brief respite from the emotional storm that raged within her.

Just as she thought the moment of calm would last, her phone lit up with a new message notification. She glanced down at the screen and saw a text from Tama. ‘Hey, how are you? I was wondering if I could pick you up for the game tomorrow.’ Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity of his words.

Joshua noticed the smile creeping onto her face, and his brows furrowed in suspicion. “Who’s texting you?” he asked, his voice laced with an edge of protectiveness.

“Your daddy,” Tahiry answered quickly, not bothering to hide her amusement.

Joshua’s eyes narrowed. “That better not be who I think it is,” he warned, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

Tahiry’s smile only grew wider. “And if it is?” she asked, not bothering to back down.

Joshua leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll call Joe and them so quick to jump his ass,” he muttered under his breath, his protective instincts kicking in as usual.

Tahiry laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Oh my gosh,” she sighed, shaking her head. “You’re such a drama king.”

But even as the playful exchange continued, something lingered in the back of her mind. Tama’s message had stirred something within her, something she hadn’t fully allowed herself to acknowledge until now. There was a part of her that was ready to open her heart to Tama, even if the path forward was complicated, and she wasn’t sure where it would lead.

But for now, she allowed herself a moment of peace, wrapped in the comfort of her family, as chaotic and imperfect as it was.

[madhatterbri]

Tama Tonga Masterlist

Professional Tension -After breaking up with Tama for cheating on you, the two of you end up working for the same company. Lingering feelings for the other get in the way one night in a club.

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“Blood in the Water”

“You think Solo kicked me out? Nah, I staged that man. I let Solo kick me out. You know what I’ve been doing while you thought I was gone? I’ve been building my own bloodline—Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa. That’s my Bloodline now, bruh.”

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Ouuu my first post on here (aye be nice) and it involves some angst😍 cuz ya know, we love that over here.

CW: Angst, Abandonment Issues

Enjoy :) 🩸

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The arena was electric, buzzing with the tension of a thousand voices, each holding its breath. Roman Reigns stood tall in the middle of the ring, Jey and Sami by his side, eyes locked on Jey and Sami across from him. The night was supposed to be about celebration, about solidifying his reign. But something was off. Everyone came out to their own individual entrance, which wasn’t too weird but the only person that wasn’t out here…was Jimmy. But just as Roman was about to realize..

Through the curtains, Jimmy Uso’s music hit causing the crowd to roar as it happened, expecting him to join Roman, Jey, and Sami in the ring to celebrate their hard-fought victory at Survivor Series. He strutted out, the usual cocky grin plastered on his face, like everything was back to normal.

As a grinned instantly became plastered across Jey’s face seeing his brother, something wasn’t…right. It’s like his stomach completely turned and he didn’t understand why because he and his brother had just had drinks the night before talking and celebrating. Even earlier, the two of them played around like they use to when they were younger before the show started. Him and his twin had always had twin telepathy and tonight was no different, except for the fact that this feeling felt similar to Summerslam 2023 all over again. He didn’t wanna believe it because while he still didn’t trust Jimmy fully, he definitely didn’t want that feeling back. But it was like the air suddenly got colder the him when Jimmy came out.

As Jimmy entered the ring he hugged his brother, Roman and even dapped up Sami. So why was this feeling so strong inside of Jey? Jimmy raised the mic, playing it up for the crowd. “Aye, we did it! We just proved that the Bloodline runs this business, baby! Ain’t nobody messin’ with us!” The cheers echoed as Jimmy smiled and Roman, Sami, and even Jey nodded their heads in agreement. A brief pause occurred as Jimmy took in the cheers from the audience.

But once that was over, Jimmy’s expression slowly shifted—his smile faded, replaced by something darker, colder. “But lemme tell y’all somethin’—you all think this was Roman’s doing?” His voice dropped, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Nah. Nah, this was my plan.” He said as he slowly turned to Roman.

That’s where the feeling came from. It was the same face he made at Summerslam of 2023. But this wasn’t the same Jimmy he had fussed with either. Jey’s face completely shifted in confusion because he did not wanna go through this feeling again, but it was too late. It was already here.

“I’ve been runnin’ things behind the scenes. You think Solo kicked me out? That was just me setting the stage. I let that happen. I made my move when I knew y’all would never see it coming.” Jimmy looked dead at Roman and Jey, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “I’m the one who brought in Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa… I’m the one who built the real Bloodline. And it ain’t about Roman, Jey, or even you, Sami. It’s about me. You all just thought I was playin’ a game. But nah. I was playin’ y’all.” The shock hit like a freight train as Roman, Jey, and Sami stood there, frozen in disbelief. The crowd’s roar turned into stunned silence. Jimmy had just flipped the script—he wasn’t just a part of the Bloodline… he was the mastermind all along.

Roman’s face tightened before twisting in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, huh?”

Jimmy looked around the ring, his gaze flicking over Jey, Roman and Sami before locking back on Roman. “Man, don’t act like you don’t know. Jimmy’s eyes locked onto Roman, his voice seething with years of resentment. “You always overlooked me, Roman. Always picked Jey, picked Solo, even picked Sami over me. I was always the last choice, man. The one you only called when you needed somethin’—when you couldn’t get to Jey, or when Solo wasn’t enough. I was never the first pick, never the one you turned to. You used me like a damn tool to find Jey, to bring him back in line. But when it was all said and done, I was the one left out in the cold, left to watch you build your empire with everyone but me. You never saw me, Roman. You just used me. And that shit hurt. That’s why I did what I did. ‘Cause I ain’t nobody’s last choice. I’m ain’t just no funny guy, I’m the one that made it happen. Like I told you before bruh, I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

Jey’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with something raw. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What you sayin’ man?” he asked, his voice shaking with confusion and hurt. The mic didn’t even catch all of it but the camera did. He was just loud enough to where the words could be heard from his lips but not loud enough that his voice boomed through the arena. “You really finna do this to me, Jimmy? Nah, Jon! Again man?! After everything we been through?” He said his brothers real name hoping to get through to him, some way, some how because it was Solo all over again. He couldn’t take it. Not again. Not from his twin brother, again.

Jimmy’s eyes softened for a second, but only for a second. “Aye, bruh, you don’t even know. I ain’t wanna do this to you, Jey. But look at you.” He said scanning Jey up and down. “You picked Roman. You picked him over me. You turned your back on me when I needed you most. All ‘cause he threw a couple words in your ear.” He shook his head. “Man, really? And then him” he spat as he nodded over to Sami. “Him of all people over me, your twin brother?”

Jey’s face twisted, hurt turning to anger. “You turned on me, Jimmy! You attacked me at SummerSlam, you left me hangin’. You took opportunities away from me! You hurt me! You pushed me away! Now you come back after months and think you can just walk in and say all this?! You hurtin’ me again man!”

Jimmy stood his ground, the edge in his voice cutting through the tension. “Look, I know it don’t make sense to you. I know it cuts deep. But I’m tellin’ you, Jey, I ain’t finna be no second choice, bruh. I ain’t finna be the dude in the background watchin’ Roman build his empire while I’m just here for the ride. Always in your shadow. You’re main event Jey Uso—the one they all respect, the one they cheer for. But what about me, huh? What about Jimmy? All they know me as is Big Jim, the guy who gets pushed to the side when it really counts. I been watchin’ you rise, and I should be right there with you. But you know what? I’m done bein’ overlooked. You built your name, and now I’m gonna build mine. I’m done bein’ the guy who waits for the scraps. I’m gonna make sure they know me, Jey. Just like they know you. Just like they know Roman-“

Roman, growing impatient, stepped forward, cutting him off. “So what, you been planning this all along? You think you’re some kind of mastermind now huh?” His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Jimmy let out a sharp chuckle, but there was no humor in it at all. “Yeah, Roman, I’ve been planning it. You think Solo kicked me out? Nah, I staged that man. I let Solo kick me out. You know what I’ve been doing while you thought I was gone? I’ve been building my own bloodline—Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa. That’s my Bloodline now, bruh.”

“Building your own bloodline?” Roman’s voice was low, but there was a certain tremor beneath it now, a mix of disbelief and anger. “You think you can just—”

“You think I couldn’t?” Jimmy interrupted, his tone now colder, more calculated. “You’ve been so busy with your empire, your title, your ‘Tribal Chief’ gimmick, you didn’t even see it coming. I’ve been around. Watching. Learning. And now, I’m taking back what’s mine.”

“You really think Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa are gonna back you?” Roman’s voice was laced with venom, but a flicker of doubt crossed his features, a momentary lapse in the facade. “You don’t even know how to control them.”

Jimmy stepped forward, closing the gap between them with a purposeful stride. He was no longer the man who used to smile at Roman’s every word, the brother who was content to follow in his shadow. This was a different Jimmy, a man who had tasted the bitterness of betrayal and had learned to wield it like a weapon.

“I don’t gotta control ‘em, Roman,” Jimmy said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His voice dripped with disdain. “They see the vision. We building somethin’ bigger than anything you ever could. We the real bloodline now. You just a king who forgot where he came from.”

Roman clenched his fists, jaw tightening. “You really think you can take everything I’ve worked for? You think I won’t destroy you for this?”

Jimmy shook his head, his eyes now gleaming with a dangerous intensity. “No. You’ve already destroyed yourself. You just don’t know it yet.”

Roman’s breath hitched as the words landed like a punch to the gut. His eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in them. “You think I’ve destroyed myself?” he growled, stepping closer, his presence towering over Jimmy. “I’m the one with the power. I was the one holding the titles. I made the Bloodline what it is. Because I’m the Tribal Chief!” The arena suddenly roared in “OTC” chants but that didn’t phase Jimmy at all.

In fact, Jimmy didn’t even flinch and just waited for the chants to die down. Once they nearly ended completely, he leaned in, his voice low and cold. “Yeah, was. Power ain’t about titles, Roman. It’s about control. It’s about loyalty. And you lost both the minute you stopped seeing us as family and started seeing us as tools. You built an empire, but it’s built on sand, bruh. And sand don’t last.”

Roman stood there, seething, the words gnawing at him in ways he wasn’t ready to admit. “All this? After winning Wargames and bringing everybody back together. After I’ve fixed this. Hurting your brother again. For what huh?”

“Because I had to let you fall first, bruh,” Jimmy sneered. “Had to let you think you were untouchable. You were so damn sure you had everyone under your thumb. But you forgot who really made this Bloodline what it is. You didn’t build this empire, Roman. We did. All of us. You don’t give a damn about Jey because you haven’t apologized to ‘em.”

Roman’s face twisted with frustration, but there was an edge of fear creeping into his eyes now. Jimmy’s words cut deep, hitting closer to the truth than Roman cared to admit. He had come to believe his own legend, his own mythos, and had let it blind him to the reality of his family’s loyalty—and the cracks within it.

“You don’t get to decide what’s blood, Jimmy,” Roman spat, stepping closer, towering over his cousin. “Apologize? You wanna talk about apologies? You haven’t apologized to ‘em either and that’s your twin brother, not mine.” He hissed.

Jimmy met him at eye level, unfazed. He paused for a brief moment before speaking. “I’m not decidin’ it, Roman. It’s already decided. You’ve just been too busy looking at yourself to see it.”

Roman’s chest heaved, his fists clenched at his sides. He could feel the weight of Jimmy’s words sinking in like nails, but the anger rose higher than the confusion. “You really think you can just walk away from me, huh? From this Bloodline? You think you can betray me like this and get away with it?” Roman’s voice was low and dangerous, a simmering rage beneath the surface.

Jimmy stood his ground, a calm expression on his face, but there was an undeniable fire in his eyes. He didn’t flinch. “I’m already gone, Roman. You just don’t wanna face it. You’ve been so busy makin’ this about you, you lost track of the only thing that ever mattered. Family.” His words cut deep, and he finally glanced over at Jey, who stood frozen in the corner of the ring. The pain in Jey’s eyes was clear, but Jimmy didn’t say a word. This wasn’t time for in depth explanations.

The arena went silent for a moment, tension hanging thick in the air. Sami took a step forward, his glare never leaving Jimmy. “Is this is what you want? To destroy everything we built? To tear apart the Bloodline?” His voice cracked with the weight of it. “After everything we’ve been through leading up to wargames and even after last Saturday, you wanna turn your back on us like that?”

“We built this together, Sami,” Jimmy’s voice was low, edged with bitterness, as he stared at him. “You were there, you saw it all. You should know better. I was the one who pushed Roman to keep you around, to let you in. Hell, I was the one who tried to get Jey to trust you, to make him see you as family. At first, he didn’t even like you, but then y’all started getting close. Real close. Closer than we ever were.” His words hung in the air, the jealousy creeping into his voice. He turned his head slowly, eyes looking at the entrance way as if knowing someone was about to make their way out of it.

Meanwhile Jey’s mind was still spinning. He knew he and Sami were close but no one could ever replace Jimmy. Even when he became tag team champions with Cody, through the hurt and the grief, he missed his older twin brother. It wasn’t the same but he cherished the friendship even him and Cody shared. Same with Sami. Those words hit him like a freight train and they stung.

TASI. LUA. TOLU. ALUUUU 🔥

He didn’t have time to process that too long as Jacob’s music suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Without a word, Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga, along with Tonga Loa, appeared at the entrance ramp, their figures silhouetted against the bright lights. The crowd erupted in “aahh”s as the Tongans made their way down to the ring, a silent army ready to back Jimmy’s play.

Roman’s eyes widened slightly, shock flickering across his face as he glanced back at Jimmy who came to the realization that he was telling the truth but his brows quickly furrowed as he prepared for a fight. Sami also looked around behind him and shoot a single glance back at Jimmy.

However, before Roman or Sami could react, Jimmy turned and gave a quick, silent nod. Without hesitation, Jacob and the Tongans charged the ring, taking down Sami first, their attacks coordinated and swift. The sound of fists landing and bodies hitting the canvas echoed throughout the arena.

As Roman, broke out of his trance, he immediately went after Jacob knowing he was the biggest one in the group. He tried to turn to fight back around but it was currently a 3 on 2, because Jey couldn’t even utter a word or move watching this all unfold. The sounds of the audience couldn’t reach him, the grunts and screams of the Tongans and Jacob while they pounded away at his best friend and cousin went unnoticed completely due to his brain completely blocking out everything. No moonsault, Samoan drop, or even the wiggling of the ring from all the chaos could break the trance he was currently in due to utter shock. He was still focused on only one person, his older twin brother.

In the chaos, Jey’s eyes darted back and forth, his breathing shallow. He was frozen. The past haunted him—every betrayal, every blow, every moment of manipulation by Roman. His body tensed, but he didn’t move. His chest felt tight, his head spinning. Was he supposed to fight with Roman? Stay loyal to the Bloodline? Or had Jimmy finally snapped him out of it?

As the Tongans continued their attack on Sami and Roman, Jimmy’s eyes locked onto Jey’s. No words passed between them, but the tension was thick. The face he made, it was happening all over again. Jimmy took a slow, deliberate step towards Jey to the point where there was just a mere inch in between them.

Jey’s body twitched like he might move, but his legs felt like cement. His eyes flickered between Roman and Jimmy, and there was an almost palpable hesitation. He was frozen. The trauma, the years of manipulation, the pain of every decision weighing him down. The guilt of choosing sides was too much.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the fog. “I’m not asking you to choose, Jey,” he said, his tone almost softer now. “I’m just asking you to see.” Jey tried to somehow turn his ears back on, to move, to do something. Anything.

But Jey couldn’t move. He was still standing there, watching his cousin and younger brother—one from his past, one from his future—clashing. The roar of the crowd felt distant. Everything felt distant.

For a long, agonizing moment, Jey was paralyzed by his past. Finally, he exhaled, the weight of his trauma crushing him. His body slumped slightly as if he’d lost the strength to hold himself upright. His mind raced, unsure of how to respond. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jimmy, but his loyalty to Roman, his fear of the consequences, all collided in a confusing, painful mess inside his head.

Roman, who was now laying on the mat and still reeling from the chaos, looked up Jey, his face a mix of anger, desperation, and hurt. His once neat bun, turned into a lions mane as the numbers game proved to be too much. This was a massive contrast to Sami who had his shirt damn near ripped off his body and was currently unconscious.

Roman could see it in the younger twin’s face that he wanted this to be a really bad dream. Some how that they all would wake up, somehow that he was imagining all this only to wake up and be relieved it wasn’t real. But it was real and that horrible realization is what was causing Jey to stay silent, the weight of everything pushing him deeper into his inner conflict.

Jimmy, sensing the moment slipping away, gave a final, slow nod to Jey—no anger, no malice—just a quiet, knowing acknowledgment. Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the ramp with the Tongans and Jacob, leaving Roman, Sami, and Jey in the ring together.

As Jimmy disappeared backstage with his new Bloodline, Jey stood motionless, his chest tight, his mind screaming. The arena erupted in chaos as the camera zoomed in on Jey’s face—his eyes wide, but still unblinking, as if time had stopped for him. The tension was unbearable, as Jey finally faced the reality of his broken family.

The End 🩸

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Note: Tysm for reading if you’ve made it this far! I lowkey wrote this because I have a theory regarding Jimmy actually being behind the new bloodline due to his abandonment issues🌚

[sydsaint]

I am INSUFFERABLE when it comes to him <3

Summary: Solo enacts his plans to take over as the Head of the Table. Complete with his own new enforcer, Tama Tonga. And to top it off, Solo also has a new inside (wo)man to replace Paul in Nick Aldis's assistant, whom Tama takes an interest in.

It's going down tonight. So stay ready.

You read the text from Solo on your phone with an eager smile on your face. Across the room, Nick yaps away on the phone with someone from the FOX executive office. You glance over at him and nod to the door signaling that you're stepping out when he meets your gaze.

Nick nods and goes back to his phone call. You rise out of your worn-out office chair and step out into the hall. You make the journey from the office all the way down to the staging area backstage, where some of the crew are keeping an eye on the flow of the show.

"Everything alright down here, guys?" You head over to the crew once you're through the door.

"Yep." One of the crewmen nods and glances back at you. "Need anything boss?" He asks you.

You shake your head and turn your attention to the monitors on the wall just as Solo is making his way down to the ring. "I just came to check up on stuff for Nick." You explain.

The crewman nods and both of you go back to watching the monitors carefully.

Out in the ring, Solo steps into the squared circle with Jimmy and Paul at his side. Roman is busy sulking after his loss to Cody, so he didn't bother to show up for work. Like usual.

Paul attempts to start his usual spiel about Roman's loss and how this obviously isn't the end of the Tribal Chief. But Solo cuts him off. Paul watches in shock as Sikoa snatches the microphone from his grasp and lays down the new law.

Backstage, you watch with a neutral face as Solo embraces his brother in one last heartfelt hug. The brothers share a friendly-seeming hug before suddenly a hooded figure rushes the ring and takes Jimmy out with a hard blow to the back of the head.

The hooded figure rises to their feet and pulls off the hood to reveal Tama Tonga. One of the great Haku's sons.

"What the hell?" One of the crewmen comments once Tama is revealed. "I didn't see this on the schedule." He picks up the schedule for the night and does a quick once-over of it.

"It's been cleared with the boss, don't worry." You set a hand on his shoulder with an assuring smile.

With the secret now out, you walk away from the stagehand desk and head for the curtain. Solo comes marching up the ramp and through the curtain a few seconds later. You smile at him and glance over at Tama as he steps up behind Sikoa.

"Tama, this is, YN. She's our inside girl." Solo glances between the two of you. "YN, this is my cousin, Tama Tonga." He introduces the two of you.

"Nice to finally meet you, Tama." You step forward and offer your hand for a handshake. "Solo's been talking nonstop about his new enforcer."

Tama glances down at your outstretched hand before he does a once-over of the rest of you. A sly smile plays on his lips as he reaches out and shakes your hand firmly. "The pleasure is all mine. Trust me, sweetheart." Tama grins at you.

Your eyebrows raise slightly with intrigue as you drop your hand back to your side. Tama continues to look at you with a gaze that could bring a girl to her knees. The look on his face screams smug, self-assured, fuckboy. But boy are you digging it.

"Well, I'll let you two handle whatever business that you need to get done." You step back over to Solo. "News about our new buddy here should be reaching Nick's desk by now. So I've got to go smooth that over with him." You explain.

"Anything I need to worry about?" Solo asks you.

You shake your head and wave your hand dismissively. "Not at all." You assure Solo. "Nick's a pushover. And I already submitted all the mind-numbing paperwork earlier today."

"Atta girl." Solo nods with a pleased look. "Meet up back in the locker room after the show, yeah? We'll grab drinks and get to work on the next phase of the plan." He suggests.

"Yes, boss." You tease and dismiss yourself. "I'll catch you two sinister backstabbers later." You add with a playful wink.

Solo and Tama both watch you walk off before Tama turns to his cousin. "She single?" He outright asks Solo.

"Far as I know, yeah." Solo rolls his eyes. "Come on, I'll show you where the locker room is." He nods to the hallway to the far side of the room before taking off.

Tama grins to himself and follows Solo back to the locker rooms. Plans are already forming in his head about how he's going to knock you off your feet the next time that he sees you.

A few hours later, you finally finish putting all of Nick's worries about Tama to rest. Smackdown has come to an end and the arena is beginning to become deserted save for the cleaning crew. You make your way down to the locker rooms and knock on the new Bloodline locker room door.

"Yeah?" Tama answers the door with a sneer that instantly warps into a shit-eating grin when he sees you standing in the doorway. "Well well well, look who finally decided to show up?" He steps out of the way and lets you into the room. "How are you doing tonight, pretty mami?"

"Better now that I'm done listening to Nick bitch and moan about you." You quip back with a playful grin. "You're not here for more than a couple of hours, Tama. And you're already a pain in my ass." You tease him.

Tama chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, by all means then, gorgeous. Tell me? How I can make it up to you?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm sure that I'll come up with something." You giggle and step past him so you can get to Solo. "Everything's all smoothed out with, Aldis, Solo." You report to Sikoa. "Tama is officially entered into the roster database as a member of Smackdown."

"Good." Solo nods. "You ready to head out then?" He asks you. "Because I am more than done with this place." He sneers and gets to his feet.

You nod and everyone heads out. You all stop back at the hotel to change out of your work clothes and agree to meet back up in the lobby later.

You get back to your room and immediately dig around for the most suggestive top and pant combo that you have with you. You find what you're looking for and touch-up your makeup as well before heading down to the lobby.

When you make it down to the lobby, Colo and Tama are waiting for you. Solo doesn't seem phased by your wardrobe change. But the look in Tama's eyes makes you shiver. Oh, yes. You're about to have one hell of a good rest of your night.

[ccscocoapuffs]

Can I request a Tama Tonga smut

Insatiable isn't the word to describe Tama's sex drive after matches. Hence why I find myself where I myself where I am now, underneath the fiend of a man while his relentless thrusting throws me into a rhythm of pleasure.

"You like that Princess? feels good huh, daddy's fat fucking cock rearranging your insides". I throw my head back in pleasure not only at the feeling of his cock thrusting so deeply but from the way he spoke to me in times like this.

Tama's hand came up and wrapped around my throat as he continued to speak "Can I taste you My love?, lemme taste that perfect pussy" "Fuck...yes please Tama". I couldn't help but acknowledge the devilish smirk that appeared on his face as he pulled out of me and leaned his head down to my soaking heat.

"I can smell how fucking wet you are baby" "Tama...please" "Patience, Kitty cat, let daddy take his time with you". He stuck his tongue out giving my clit a soft lick as I moaned out his name. "Good girl, kitty cat".

Tama's mouth latched onto my pussy as he sucked and swirled his tongue relentlessly inside of my soaking hole. His deep growls only turned me on more as he began to push a finger inside of me.

"Holy fuck...right there, Daddy! right there !" "Shhhhh, daddy knows what he's doing, I don't need you telling me, kitten, I know where to touch you, understand?". I couldn't form words as he curled his fingers right into my G-spot perfectly.

"I asked you a question!" "Yes I understand, daddy, I promise" "Good girl". Tama dived back into his relentless pleasure he was giving to my now aching pussy as I wrapped my hands into his hair and pulled tightly on the dark hair that adorned his head.

"I'm gonna cum....fuck tama, im cumming!" He looked up and locked eyes with me for a moment as I threw my head back at the intense orgasm now rushing through my body. I couldn't help but whine when I felt him pull his fingers out of my now sopping wet pussy and begin to suck the wetness off of them into his mouth. "You ready for this cock again baby?, ready for me to fill you up?".

Tama leaned down and let out a deep guttural growl in my ear as I closed my eyes at the feeling of his hot breath against the nape of my neck. "Mmmmmm, Tama, please fuck me" "With Pleasure, Princess"

I moaned out as I waited for Tama to enter back inside of me though the feeling never came as I squirmed on the bed that for some reason had now became uncomfortable. I groaned in annoyance as I felt the strangled pull from a dream I had found so sweet.

I opened my eyes to be greeted with the walls of the bloodline dressing room. "Fucking fantastic" I sat up on the couch rubbing the sleep from my eyes in the frustrated state I awoke in from yet another wet dream of Tama.

As my eyes focused I looked across the room to see a very shocked and red faced Jacob Fatu. "Hey.." "Oh god, how long have you been here?!?" "long enough to figure you have a bit of a crush on Tama" "Oh god, I'm leaving, I can never look you i the eyes again".

I quickly gathered my things as I now had to live with the embarrassment of what Jacob had walked in on. I heard Jacob shout loudly behind me as I quickly walked throughout the hallway in hopes of reaching my car before anyone else say me in my horribly embarrassed state. "If it makes you feel any better, I think he like you too!" I turned back down and yelled back at the man, I had come to know as a friend in the past few weeks "Shut Up Jacob!".

"What'd he do?" I turned back around to be greeted with the sight of Tama, Solo, and Tonga. I quickly push past them and continued my quick paced walk to my car.

"The hell you say to her?" "She had a um..dream about Tama and I sorta walked in while she was napping". "See this is why we tell you stop showing up so damn early". Tonga simply looked at Solo and Jacob as the two bickered and rolled his eyes before turning to Tama. "Go talk to that poor girl, and ask her out finally". Tama let out at grunt as me turned a slight shade of red and began walking in the same direction in which you had went moments before.

As he walked away he couldn't help but hear the shout of Jacob down the hall "Don't worry I'm sure she'll say yes! wear protction though!" . Tama rolled his eyes as he continued walking "Idiot".

A/N: I hope this is okay, i haven't done much writing for Tama but based on the requests I'm getting there's gonna be a lot more of him Lmao. I also haven't wrote an actually story in quite a while as well so it felt good to get back into writing more in depth things.

[usomads]

Please write more parts to your Roman Reigns smut and can you also write for Tama Tonga?

a few people have asked me to add a part two for Pin Me (which i am sooooo happy y'all like it btw!) so after i finish this jimmy one shot i'm working on i'll get right on that 🥰 i've also gotten a few messages about writing some stuff for tama, i'll be doing that soon too! i just have a couple ideas i wanna get out for jimmy and damian priest first but after i do that i'm so down!

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 14: Ride by Somo..

Rhea stormed back to Roman’s tour bus, her boots thudding heavily against the concrete. The adrenaline from her backstage outburst hadn’t worn off, and her mood was still smoldering. She swung open the door to the tour bus and found Jimmy and Roman sitting inside, both leaning back as if they’d been waiting for her.

Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “So? What’d they say?”

Rhea dropped into one of the seats, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They told me to cool it with the vulgar language.” She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “Like that’s the problem.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Well, it kinda is. You can’t just go around threatening half the roster and cussing on live TV.”

Rhea shot him a glare. “Don’t start, Joe. Tiffany’s the one who took it too far. Did you hear what she said to me? That’s not scripted heat—that’s personal.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “Yeah, we heard. The crowd was eating it up, though. It’s messy as hell, but it’s working.”

“That’s not the point!” Rhea snapped, sitting up straighter. “I’m not just some pawn they can use to air out my personal life for ratings. They’ve already turned my life into a soap opera, and now I’ve got to work with her.”

Roman’s expression softened slightly. “I get it. But this is the business, Rhea. You know that better than anyone. Sometimes you’ve got to take the punches and roll with it.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, easy for you to say. No one’s dragging your name through the mud or making a joke out of your relationships.”

Jimmy shrugged. “True, but you’re the one out there proving you can handle it. You’re stealing the show. Hell, tonight’s segment is already trending.”

Rhea’s jaw clenched. “I don’t care about trends. I care about respect. And Tiffany? She doesn’t respect me. She thinks she can just say whatever she wants and get away with it.”

Roman leaned back, his arms crossed. “Then make her respect you. But do it smart, Rhea. You’ve got all the momentum right now. Don’t let her get under your skin and make you lose focus.”

Rhea leaned her head back against the seat, staring at the ceiling. She hated to admit it, but Roman had a point. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll try to keep it together. But if she steps out of line again—”

Jimmy smirked. “We’ll be ready.”

Roman stood up and clapped her on the shoulder. “Good. Now take a minute and cool off. We’ve got the rest of the night to deal with.”

Rhea nodded, closing her eyes as they let her be. She might have agreed to play by the rules, but deep down, she knew the next time she and Tiffany crossed paths, all bets would be off.

Little did she know.. all bets had already been off…

—

SNME: San Antonio, TX January 25, 2025

Rhea tightened the laces on her boots, her movements methodical, her mind razor-sharp. Jimmy’s steady hands adjusted the collar of her leather jacket, ensuring everything was in place. Roman stood nearby, his arms folded, his eyes scanning them both with quiet intensity.

The past month had been a whirlwind, both on-screen and off. The rivalry between Rhea and Tiffany had become the must-see storyline, eclipsing everything else in WWE. The explosive segments, backstage brawls, and unpredictable encounters had cemented Rhea as a bona fide megastar. Her relentless pursuit of Tiffany, Ms. Money in the Bank, across RAW and SmackDown kept fans buzzing, and her star had risen to unprecedented heights, even rivaling Roman himself.

All the while, the feud between the Elevated Bloodline—Roman, Jimmy, and Rhea—and the remnants of the old Bloodline had grown more personal and vicious. Lines had been drawn, sides taken. Tiffany had thrown her lot in with Solo, Jacob, Tonga and Tama, becoming their smug, untouchable prize. It was clear they’d do anything to protect her.

Now, at Saturday Night’s Main Event, the tension had reached its peak. The long-awaited 3-on-5 handicap match was about to unfold.

Rhea stood and rolled her shoulders, her jacket shifting with the motion. Jimmy took a step back, giving her a once-over. “You good?”

She glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Always.”

Roman’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding. “Tonight isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. We’re not just here to win; we’re here to end this.”

Rhea met his gaze, the fire in her eyes matching his intensity. “They started this. We finish it.”

The door opened, and a stagehand peeked in. “Five minutes.”

Roman nodded, then turned to Jimmy and Rhea. “Let’s go. Time to remind everyone why we run this.”

The three of them made their way toward the entrance curtain, their steps in sync, their presence magnetic. The energy of the crowd was palpable, their anticipation like a living thing.

Rhea didn’t need to look back; she could feel the weight of everything that had led to this moment—the betrayal, the anger, the fights, and the losses.

Jey hadn’t contacted her, and she hadn’t reached out either. The silence between them was deafening, but it didn’t matter anymore. There was no going back, no mending what had been shattered.

This was about personal grievances. It was also about dominance, about proving who truly controlled the narrative in WWE.

The familiar beat of Roman’s music hit, and the crowd erupted, their deafening roar echoing through the arena.

Tonight wasn’t just about settling scores.

It was about making history.

—

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is it—the highly anticipated 3-on-5 handicap match between the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline! The stakes couldn’t be higher!”

Pat McAfee: “This is gonna be a straight-up war, Cole. You’ve got the biggest egos, the most dangerous forces, and a whole lot of bad blood!”

Michael Cole: “Speaking of the Elevated Bloodline, here comes the Tribal Chief’s music!”

Roman Reigns’ iconic theme hits, and the crowd roars. The camera pans to the stage as Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley step out first. Rhea, dressed in her black leather jacket and her Mixed Tag Team Championship belt around her waist, looks intense as ever. Jimmy walks beside her, his expression focused, his belt on his waist as well.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, look at them—walking like they own the entire damn arena!”

Michael Cole: “This is the most unified we’ve ever seen Rhea, Jimmy, and Roman. They’ve had enough of the Old Bloodline, and tonight they’re here to put an end to it!”

Jimmy and Rhea pause at the top of the ramp, turning back toward the entrance. The crowd’s volume spikes as Roman steps out, his stoic face radiating dominance. The trio stands together, soaking in the energy before beginning their slow, deliberate walk to the ring.

Pat McAfee: “This is a sight to behold, Cole. You’ve got Jimmy Uso, the technical high flyer, Rhea Ripley, the Eradicator, and Roman Reigns, the Original Tribal Chief himself. What a power trio!”

In the ring, Tiffany Stratton paces back and forth, grinning with malicious excitement. Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa stand behind the ropes, their eyes locked on the Elevated Bloodline.

Michael Cole: “Tiffany Stratton is chomping at the bit to finally get her hands on Rhea Ripley, but let’s not forget the Old Bloodline standing behind her. This is as stacked as it gets!”

The Elevated Bloodline reaches ringside. Jimmy climbs onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Rhea. She steps into the ring, her eyes never leaving Tiffany. Roman finally enters, taking his time as the crowd showers them with a mix of cheers and boos. The energy is electric.

Lilian Garcia stands in the center, microphone in hand, ready to announce the competitors. But just as she begins, the crowd buzzes with confusion as a familiar voice cuts through the arena.

Paul Heyman: “Ladies and gentlemen!”

Michael Cole: “Wait a minute! That’s Paul Heyman! Roman Reigns’ Wiseman!”

Pat McAfee: “What the hell is Paul doing out here? This just got even more interesting!”

The camera pans to the stage where Paul Heyman walks out, holding a microphone and wearing his signature smug grin.

Paul Heyman: “Lilian, sweetheart, I’m sorry to interrupt your wonderful introductions, but this match—3-on-5? Now that doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”

The crowd erupts in cheers, sensing something big is about to happen.

Paul Heyman: “Rhea, darling, you thought you didn’t have any more friends? You thought you were alone in this fight? Oh no, my dear… you still have allies. Gentlemen, would you do the honors?”

The arena goes dark for a moment before the familiar beat of Damian Priest’s music hits. The crowd explodes as Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and the Women’s World Champion Liv Morgan step onto the stage.

Michael Cole: “What?! Are you kidding me?! Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, and Liv Morgan are here!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is HUGE! Is this a reunion? An alliance? What’s going on?!”

Damian Priest strides down the ramp, shaking Paul Heyman’s hand as Dominik and Liv follow close behind. The Judgment Day trio enters the ring, tension thick in the air as they approach the Elevated Bloodline.

Damian steps forward, locking eyes with Roman Reigns. For a moment, the arena slightly becomes silent as the two leaders stare each other down. Then, Damian extends his hand. Roman looks at it, then slowly shakes it. The crowd goes wild.

Michael Cole: “An alliance has been formed! The Judgment Day and the Elevated Bloodline—this changes EVERYTHING!”

Dominik shakes hands with Jimmy, and Liv nods at Rhea with a smirk before sliding out of the ring. Damian and Dominik then turn to Rhea. For a split second, there’s hesitation, but then they step forward and hug her tightly.

Pat McAfee: “Cole, this is unreal! Rhea Ripley has reunited with the Judgment Day, and now they’re standing united with the Elevated Bloodline!”

The camera captures the image of Rhea, Jimmy, Roman, Damian, and Dominik standing tall in the ring, their alliance signaling a seismic shift in WWE. The Old Bloodline watches from across the ring, their confidence visibly shaken.

Michael Cole: “What was supposed to be a 3-on-5 mismatch has just become a battle of titans! The Elevated Bloodline and the Judgment Day are united, and this war just got a whole lot more interesting!”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I’ve got goosebumps! Saturday Night’s Main Event just became a night no one will EVER forget!”

The tension in the air is palpable as the Saturday Night’s Main Event reaches its boiling point. The audience is on the edge of their seats, knowing that the conclusion of this match will shift the landscape of WWE forever. The match is a chaotic frenzy, with the Elevated Bloodline and the Old Bloodline locked in a brutal battle, and everything is on the line.

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are nearing the end of what has been an all-out war! Bodies have been broken, and all competitors are giving everything they have left. Who will come out on top in this epic contest?”

Pat McAfee: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this, Cole. Every member of these factions is exhausted—this is madness!”

The match is at its breaking point. All competitors are either knocked out or desperately fighting with each other, trying to gain any shred of advantage. The action is relentless as each faction attempts to assert their dominance.

First, Dominik is taken out by Tama, leaving the Judgment Day stunned. Then, Tama falls after a brutal exchange with Roman. Jacob Fatu soon follows, knocked out cold by a superkick from Jimmy. The Elevated Bloodline’s numbers continue to dwindle as Roman succumbs to a devastating spear from Solo, leaving him out of the equation.

Next, Damian Priest is knocked out by a chairshot from Tonga Loa. Finally, Solo and Tonga are taken out by a combination of double super kicks from Rhea and Jimmy, but not with Jimmy getting pulled from Jacob and getting thrown into floor. Jacob brutally strikes Jimmy, leaving just Rhea and Tiffany standing in the ring.

Michael Cole: “This is it! It’s down to Tiffany and Rhea—these two women are about to decide the fate of their respective factions!”

Pat McAfee: “They’ve been through hell tonight, Cole! And they are still standing!”

The crowd roars as Rhea Ripley and Tiffany Stratton exchange fierce blows, each one desperate for the win. The intensity is unbearable as the two women battle it out in the center of the ring. Suddenly, in the heat of the scuffle, the referee is inadvertently knocked out, collapsing to the mat.

Michael Cole: “The referee is down! This could be disastrous for both women!”

Rhea unaware that ref has been knocked out, gets her second wind. She hits Tiffany with the Riptide, delivering the crushing blow that could end the match. The crowd erupts in excitement, anticipating a clean pinfall victory.

But as Rhea moves to pin Tiffany, the crowd gasps—another referee runs down the ramp, ready to take over. The new official slides into the ring, and the count begins. One… two… and then, suddenly, the referee halts the count at the two-count.

Michael Cole: “What in the world? The count stopped! Why did the referee stop the count?”

The crowd falls silent, the tension thick in the air. The unknown referee pulls down their mask, revealing a familiar face—Jey. The shock waves ripple through the arena as Rhea’s eyes widen in disbelief.

Pat McAfee: “Jey Uso?! What is he doing here?!”

Rhea, frozen in shock, stares at Jey, trying to process what just happened. Jey, without a single emotion on his face, signals the end of the match, declaring it a disqualification. Rhea’s heart sinks as she watches him get out of the ring and begin walking up the ramp, leaving her standing in the ring in complete shock.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso just called for a disqualification! What is going on here? This match has been completely thrown into chaos!”

Pat McAfee: “This is madness, Cole! Jey’s actions have left us all questioning everything!”

Jimmy rushes to Rhea’s side, concern written all over his face. He looks on at his brother as he walks up the ramp, Jey sports this unusual stoic expression. Rhea stands in the center of the ring, visibly shaken, tears streaming down her face. She can’t fathom what just happened.

As Rhea is left stunned, Dominik, Damian, Roman, and Liv all make their way to the ring, having been recovered from each devastatingly blow, except for Liv of course, joining Rhea in a show of unity. The Judgment Day and Elevated Bloodline stand together, still unsure of what to make of Jey’s involvement.

Michael Cole: “Jey Uso’s actions have left everyone here in a state of confusion. What does this mean for Rhea, for Jimmy, for Roman, for the factions?”

Pat McAfee: “There are more questions than answers, Cole. But what we do know is that this match is over, and nothing was resolved.”

Michael Cole: “And now, Tiffany Stratton, still reeling from the Riptide, is being pulled away by the Old Bloodline. And look at this—there’s a tense stare down between the Old Bloodline, the Elevated Bloodline, and the Judgment Day! These factions are on the verge of an all-out war!”

Pat McAfee: “The tensions couldn’t be higher, Cole! The future of WWE could be shaped by what happens here tonight, and I don’t think anyone knows how this is going to play out!”

With the Old Bloodline escorting Tiffany Stratton up the ramp, they lock eyes with the Elevated Bloodline and Judgment Day. The stare down is cold and intense, signaling that the animosity between these factions is far from over.

Michael Cole: “The match may be over, but this war is far from finished. I have no idea where things go from here, Pat.”

As the camera lingers on Rhea’s broken, emotional face, it’s clear that the battle is not over. The unresolved tension and the uncertainty surrounding Jey’s actions are only the beginning of a much larger storm that’s about to unfold.

Pat McAfee: “You said it, Cole. We are just getting started, and I don’t know what’s going to happen next!”

The scene fades to black, the uncertainty hanging in the air, leaving the audience eagerly awaiting what comes next in this explosive rivalry.

—

Rhea stormed into the locker room, her emotions barely in check. Jimmy and Roman followed close behind, their own frustration evident. But the sight of Hunter sitting calmly in the middle of the room ignited something in Rhea.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the silence, her breathing was uneven, her fists clenched and she looked like she about died of anger.

Hunter leaned back slightly, his expression calm but measured. “Rhea, I know you’re upset—”

“Upset?” she interrupted, her voice sharp and filled with venom. “He’s supposed to be on leave for another two months, Hunter! Two months! He had a shoulder injury!”

Hunter sighed, running a hand over his face. “Which he got cleared for by the doctors.”

“So, you just allowed him to come back?” Rhea snapped, her anger intensifying. “Without telling any of us? Without warning me?!”

“Rhea,” Hunter said firmly, “I’ve always said this was your storyline.”

She laughed bitterly, a hollow, mocking sound. “Really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it! What it feels like is that you let my ex-boyfriend, who publicly humiliated me, come back just to fuck up everything we’ve built!”

Hunter opened his mouth to respond, but Rhea pressed on, her voice rising. “I’ve been fucking up Tiffany left and right for a whole month—building this feud, getting people invested—and tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the payoff! You said we were going to win!”

“I know what I said,” Hunter replied, his voice growing firmer, but Rhea wasn’t backing down.

“No, you don’t!” she shot back, her voice cracking slightly from the sheer intensity of her emotions. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have killed my momentum, or Jimmy’s, or Roman’s! You just handed everything over to Jey like it was some big fucking plot twist. Well, congrats, Hunter—you’ve turned my life into a goddamn soap opera!”

“You have to trust me on this,” Hunter said, his tone resolute, but his eyes betrayed a hint of guilt.

Roman, who had been silent up to this point, finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the tension. “My character arc will not participate in this whole real-life drama, Hunter. I’m telling you that right now. You told me it was only going to be temporary and that’s it.”

Hunter looked at Roman, his expression hardening. “All of you are involved now. There’s no turning back.”

Rhea’s breathing quickened, her emotions spiraling as tears welled up in her eyes. She turned away, trying to compose herself, but the words spilled out anyway. “This is my life, Hunter,” she said, her voice trembling. “Jey cheated on me with Tiffany our whole relationship, and she—she gets pregnant and then has an abortion just so she can keep wrestling. And now you want me to continue to work with her? To work with him? Hunter, this is my fucking life.”

Hunter’s face softened for a moment, but his response was cold and detached. “Rhea… this really is just business.”

That was the breaking point. Rhea grabbed her bag without another word and stormed out of the locker room, slamming the door behind her.

Jimmy immediately moved to follow, his protective instincts kicking in. Roman stopped him briefly. “Make sure she gets to the tour bus,” he said quietly, his tone firm.

Jimmy nodded, grabbing his own bag before quickly heading after Rhea.

Once they were alone, Roman turned back to Hunter, his imposing presence filling the room. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he fixed Hunter with an icy stare. “Let’s talk,” Roman said, his voice low and dangerous. “Businessman to businessman.”

Hunter swallowed hard, sitting up straighter. He knew Roman wasn’t the type to mince words. Whatever was coming next would be a reckoning.

—

Rhea’s pace was frantic as she stormed toward the tour bus, her wrestling boots hitting the pavement with sharp, angry thuds. Jimmy followed closely behind, struggling to keep up with her long strides and the emotional whirlwind trailing in her wake.

She reached the bus, yanked the door open, and climbed in without hesitation, leaving the door open behind her. Jimmy arrived a few seconds later, slightly out of breath. He climbed in but froze in his tracks at the sight before him.

Rhea was on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, her shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs. She didn’t even look up as he stepped inside.

“Rhea…” Jimmy said softly, his voice laced with concern. He closed the door gently behind him, shutting out the rest of the world.

Rhea’s voice was raw and broken when she finally spoke. “Why did he have to cheat on me?” she asked, her words tumbling out between sobs. “Why couldn’t he have just left me alone?”

Jimmy knelt down beside her, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. He reached out to hold her, but she pushed him away, her hand shoving at his chest with surprising force.

“I’m disgusted,” she spat, tears streaming down her face. “Disgusted that I even kissed you in the first place.”

Jimmy flinched at her words but kept his expression neutral, knowing she was lashing out in her pain. “You don’t mean that,” he said quietly.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes red and brimming with tears. “You all knew Jey cheated on me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of heartbreak and anger.

Jimmy stayed silent, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know how to respond, and the truth hung heavy between them.

Rhea broke down again, her cries filling the bus as she buried her face in her hands. Jimmy hesitated for a moment before trying again to reach out to her. This time, she didn’t push him away.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her against his chest as she cried. She didn’t resist, her sobs muffled against him. Jimmy rested his chin on the top of her head, his own eyes stinging with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “For everything.”

Rhea didn’t respond, but she clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt as her pain poured out in waves. Jimmy held her like that for what felt like an eternity, silently vowing to be there for her no matter how messy things got.

Jimmy carefully lifted Rhea off the floor, her weight light in his arms despite the emotional heaviness that seemed to cling to her. She didn't resist, letting herself be cradled as if the fight had drained completely out of her. He adjusted his grip and gently nudged the door to his room open with his foot, the faint creak barely audible over the low hum of the bus.

With Roman now accommodating three instead of two, the tour bus had been once again upgraded to something far more spacious, complete with three private rooms. Jimmy maneuvered through the slightly cramped hallway and stepped into his room, the soft lighting casting a warm glow over the neatly made bed.

He kicked the door shut behind him, the click of the latch grounding him in the moment. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, her body sinking into the plush comforter. He pulled back, intending to give her some space, but her hands shot up, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

It wasn't soft or tentative-it was desperate, raw, and filled with emotions she couldn't put into words. Jimmy melted into the kiss, the taste of her salty tears blending with the heat of her lips.

His hands cupped her face instinctively, thumbs brushing away the damp trails on her cheeks as the kiss deepened. He broke the kiss to speak but she spoke..

“Just make love to me..”

"Okay," he murmured, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

She pulled him closer, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as if she was afraid he'd change his mind. Jimmy didn't. He leaned down, pressing another kiss to her lips, this one slower and more deliberate, an unspoken promise that he would give her whatever she needed tonight.

He let himself fall into the moment, the world outside fading away as they found solace in each other, the shared pain and complicated feelings making the connection between them even more intense.

—

Roman approached the door to his tour bus, his thoughts still tangled from his tense conversation with Hunter. The weight of Hunter’s insistence on keeping this storyline alive lingered in his mind, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing beneath his composed exterior. Just as he reached for the handle, he heard a voice call out from behind him.

“Hey, Roman! Wait up!”

Roman turned to see Damian approaching, his long strides carrying him quickly across the lot. Roman sighed, glancing back at the bus, but turned to meet Damian halfway. “What’s up, man?” he asked, his tone neutral but laced with an edge of impatience.

Inside the bus, the sound of Damian yelling Roman’s name echoed faintly, causing Rhea and Jimmy to freeze mid-moment. They had been caught up in the heat of the moment, their earlier vulnerability boiling over into something neither had fully anticipated. Now, they scrambled to compose themselves, panic settling in.

“Shit,” Rhea muttered under her breath as she frantically pulled her shirt back on. “You’ve got my lipstick on your face!”

Jimmy, who was hastily pulling on his sweats, wiped at his face with the back of his hand. “Do you have one of those makeup things? A wipe or something?”

“No,” Rhea said, grabbing her jacket and glancing at him with a mixture of frustration and panic. “Just go shower or something!”

Jimmy nodded, his movements hurried but not frantic as he slipped out of the room and headed for the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting up soon followed, masking any further noise.

Rhea adjusted her shirt, gave herself a quick once-over in the mirror, and then slipped out of the room, heading for her own. She moved quietly but quickly, her heart racing as she prayed Roman wouldn’t step in and sense something was off.

Back outside, Roman was still talking to Damian, his broad frame leaning slightly against the side of the bus as Damian explained some issue or another. He nodded along, his eyes flicking back to the door, his gut telling him something was amiss even as he tried to focus on the conversation at hand.

“So, you see,” Damian continue his voice steady but with a hint of concern, “Hunter did say we were working together next week, and we were just wondering if we could stay with you guys this week?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, considering the request. The whole situation had been chaotic, but Damian wasn’t asking for much, and Roman knew how important this downtime was before the craziness of the upcoming week.

“That’s cool,” Roman said, nodding. “My new bus has two bunks in the front, plus the couches if you’re cool with that.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Damian said, his tone relieved.

Roman paused before continuing, his eyes scanning the lot as if he could sense something before speaking. “I’m sure Rhea would love to have you two back. I don’t know how she feels about Liv, though.”

Damian’s expression faltered for a moment. He had expected this. He wasn’t sure how Liv would go over, especially given Rhea’s recent turmoil.

“Would you want me to have Liv talk to Rhea before we get on board?” Damian offered cautiously. “We want to respect your tour bus.”

Roman gave a slight shrug. “That’s fine. Let me get her, and you can bring Liv to talk it over with Rhea.”

Damian nodded in understanding. Roman gave him a brief nod before heading toward the bus, his mind already working through the conversation that was about to happen.

Inside, Roman approached Rhea’s room, the soft knock on the door seeming louder in the quiet of the bus. She opened the door quickly, her face betraying a hint of nervousness.

“You okay?” Roman asked, his voice soft but direct.

Rhea, standing in the doorway, gave him a quick, almost anxious glance. “Yeah, why?” she asked, her words laced with tension.

Roman stepped in a little, wanting to keep things casual but making sure to check in on her. “Well, I said it’s okay for Dominik and Damian to board with us for the week,” he began, his eyes watching her carefully, “but I wanted to make sure you were okay with the other person.”

Rhea’s gaze shifted past him toward the windows, where she saw Liv standing with Damian and Dominik. The sight of her triggered a flurry of emotions inside Rhea, but she tried to stay composed. She thought for a moment, then responded, “Just tell her to come and give us some privacy.”

Roman gave a reassuring nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

With that, Roman stepped back outside to tell Damian and Liv what Rhea had decided. He knew things had been difficult for Rhea lately, and this week wasn’t going to be any easier, but he hoped this would give her the space she needed to sort through everything.

As he went outside, he caught Damian’s eye and gestured for Liv to follow him. Damian nodded, understanding the need for a brief talk. Liv gave a tight smile but followed without argument, knowing this was about Rhea’s comfort.

As Rhea and Liv sat together on the couch, the weight of the tension between them seemed to lessen with each passing second. Liv’s voice was soft but sincere as she began.

“I just want to say… I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch,” Liv confessed, glancing over at Rhea with a hint of regret.

Rhea smiled faintly, her eyes tired but appreciative. “Water under the bridge,” she replied, the words carrying a quiet finality to them.

Liv took a deep breath, clearly wanting to say more. “No… for real…” she started, her eyes lowering for a moment before looking back at Rhea. “I really admired you in The Judgment Day. I didn’t want to take your place.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, surprised by the admission. “Liv, seriously… water under the bridge,” she assured her, though there was a trace of humor in her voice, as if she’d heard enough of this kind of apology for a lifetime.

Liv smiled softly, but a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Is it true?”

Rhea looked at her in confusion. “Is what true?” she asked, her gaze shifting to Liv, sensing the question was something deeper.

Liv hesitated for a moment before leaning in further. “That Jey really did cheat on you the whole time?”

Rhea paused. The room seemed to grow quieter as the question lingered between them. She let out a breath, nodding slowly, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “Yes,” she said simply, her eyes avoiding Liv’s as she said the words, the weight of the truth still a heavy burden.

The two women sat there in silence, absorbing the weight of the revelation. It was as though the room had suddenly become still, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then, as if to break the tension, Rhea spoke up again, her voice quieter now. “I kissed Jimmy,” she admitted, not realizing that Jimmy was now out of the shower and listening in.

Liv’s eyes widened slightly, her eyebrows raised. “As a girlfriend, how was it?” she asked, her tone playful, despite the heaviness of the topic.

Rhea let out a small laugh, clearly caught off guard by the question. “To be honest, Liv… I think I made a mistake when I got with Jey.”

Liv gave her a teasing grin. “So does he have a big—” She made a popping sound with her lips, her attempt at humor cutting through the tension.

Rhea burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. It had been so long since she’d laughed like that, and she needed it more than she realized. “We haven’t done anything yet,” she said between laughs, shaking her head at the absurdity of the conversation.

Liv’s grin only grew wider. “Really?” she asked, as if incredulous.

Rhea shrugged, her eyes twinkling with a playful spark. “Well, he does know how to eat…” she said, her words trailing off with a sly smile.

Liv let out a dramatic gasp, her hands going to her chest. “Rhea, you sly dog!” she teased, and both of them erupted into giggles.

Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t the conversation itself that made him grin, but the sound of Rhea laughing. The tension had lifted from her shoulders, even if just for a moment. She had always seemed so closed off, so guarded, especially around Jey. He knew Jey had a way of sheltering Rhea, keeping her from opening up to others. Maybe, just maybe, she needed more friends than she realized.

The laughter continued for a few more moments before both women calmed down, still sharing a knowing smile. Rhea wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, grateful for the lighthearted moment amidst all the chaos.

—

As the bus rumbled down the highway toward Phoenix, Arizona, the lights inside dimmed, and the soft hum of the engine mixed with the rhythmic sounds of sleeping bodies. Roman had already passed out blankets and pillows, ensuring everyone was comfortable for the journey ahead. One by one, the members of the group succumbed to sleep, the bus growing quieter with each passing moment.

But Rhea, restless and unable to sleep, glanced at the time. 2:13 AM blinked back at her, a reminder that the night was still young, and her mind wouldn’t quiet. She had freshly showered earlier, the lingering scent of shampoo still in her hair, and the cool air from the vent made her shiver slightly. She sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before deciding she needed a moment away from the stillness.

She slipped out of the bed as quietly as possible, her feet padding softly against the floor. She glanced toward the living room and heard the faint snores of the Judgement Day—everyone lost in their own dreams. Rhea’s heart pounded just a little faster as she approached Jimmy’s room. She opened the door cautiously, trying not to disturb him. The dim light from the hallway illuminated his peaceful form, his breathing steady as he slept.

Rhea stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The room smelled faintly of the shared cologne that lingered in the air, and she felt herself drawn to the warmth of the bed. She climbed in quietly, careful not to wake him, but as she shifted, Jimmy stirred. He turned to her, his eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from the sleep he was pulled from.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, her tone soft but filled with an undercurrent of exhaustion. She could feel the weight of the day still on her shoulders, the emotions from earlier in the evening threatening to resurface.

Before she could say anything else, Jimmy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warmth. She melted into his embrace, the comfort of his closeness soothing the tension in her chest. Their lips met in a kiss, gentle at first, as if testing the waters. It was a kiss that held the weight of everything unspoken between them—the turmoil, the laughter, the exhaustion, and the unexpected connection that had formed between them.

As they pulled away slightly, Jimmy’s eyes met hers, still tired but filled with understanding. “You okay?” he whispered, his voice low and concerned.

Rhea nodded, resting her forehead against his. “Yeah,” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut as she allowed herself to sink deeper into his embrace. “Just needed this.”

Jimmy nodded, holding her tighter. The world outside the tour bus faded away, and for a moment, it was just the two of them—away from the chaos, away from everything that had been weighing on her.

“Get some sleep,” he said, his voice soft, and soon after, she felt herself drifting into a deep, peaceful sleep, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling her into the comfort of his arms.

But she didn’t want to go to sleep..

“Make love to me,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him once more. Jimmy kissed her back, his lips soft against hers as his tongue snuck out to taste her lips. Rhea sighed, her hands traveling down to his chest as he pulled her by her hips so she can straddle his hips.

Her soft breath against his lips, her hand running through his hair-it made something possessive inside him stir, an overwhelming need to claim her as his and his alone. She'd been through so much, and no one had protected her the way he could. He wouldn't let anyone get close enough to hurt her again.

Rhea couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was touching her like this. She started to moan softly as he kissed her neck, her hands clenching in his hair as he sucked on her skin. Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet, her body shaking as Jimmy’s hands slid up her sides.

“Demi..” Jon moaned as he felt Rhea’s heat from her most delicate area.

He felt her need for comfort, her hurt, and every ounce of it tightened something deep in him. She wasn't just a woman who had been betrayed-she was his woman, and anyone who even thought about crossing that line would have to go through him first. Jimmy wasn't about to share her with anyone-not Jey, not anyone in her past. She wasn't just some rebound, some distraction-she was his.

Jimmy tugged Rhea’s shirt up over her head, exposing her bare breasts in the dark. He sucked on her nipples, his hands traveling down to her shorts as he tugged them down her legs. Rhea kicked them off before she climbed back onto Jimmy’s lap, her hips grinding against his as she felt his dick harden beneath her.

As their lips met once more, he sure as hell didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss, claiming it, claiming her. The way her body responded, the way she let him in, it sent something dark and possessive through him. She wasn't running anymore; she wasn't hiding.

Rhea moaned into his mouth as she felt his hands sliding up her sides, his fingers brushing against her breasts as she leaned into his touch.

She was letting him in, and that meant everything.

She needed him, and that made her his responsibility-his to protect, his to comfort, his to own.

He let his mind run wild with the thought of how easy it would be to keep her right here, to never let her go. She was the only one who could make him feel this way-like everything in his life could be shut out, just to keep her safe, just to make her his in every sense of the word. And he'd do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way.

Jimmy broke the kiss as he leaned down to suck on Rhea’s neck, his hands sliding down to her hips. Rhea moaned softly as she felt his fingers brushing against her pussy, her body trembling as he slid a finger inside of her.

Jimmy had never been one for subtlety when it came to what he wanted. He wanted Rhea. And not just in the way that others might. He wanted to be the only one who knew her deepest parts, the only one who could make her smile like that, the only one who could pull her out of her darkness and give her a reason to stay. She was his. And anyone who thought otherwise would have to answer to him.

Rhea had to keep quiet as Jimmy started to finger her, her body shaking as she felt his fingers sliding in and out of her. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands sliding into his hair as she whispered in his ear.

“Please…”

What if he's just like Jey? The thought hit Rhea harder than she expected. Jey had shattered her trust in ways she never thought possible. He had made her feel like she wasn't enough, like she was disposable, all while lying to her face. She'd given him everything-her love, her loyalty, her time-and he'd repaid her by sneaking behind her back, with Tiffany of all people. The betrayal still stung, even now. The idea of going through that kind of heartbreak again made her chest tighten.

Jimmy noticed her shift, he slowly pulled his fingers out of her and reached over to turn on the small light by the bed. “You okay?” He asked, concern in his voice.

She put her head down in his chest and he used both hands to lift up her head.

“Talk to me..”

Rhea’s gaze softened as she searched Jimmy’s face for any hint of deception, any trace of the lies she had endured with Jey. Her voice trembled as she repeated, “I don’t want you to be like him.”

Jimmy sat up slightly, his hands adjusting and his arms wrapping and tightening around her as if to ground her in the moment. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed his vulnerability. “I’m nothing like him,” he said, his words carrying weight.

Rhea tilted her head, her fingers lightly reaching to touch the tattoo on his left pec, her doubt still gnawing at her. “You say that now,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But Jey said all the right—“

“Demi… let me do what you needed me to do..” He pleaded. He kissed her once more but Rhea’s doubts never left.

What if I'm just repeating my mistakes? Jimmy was Jey's brother, after all. Bloodline or not, could she trust that he wouldn't do the same? That he wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability? She hated feeling this way, doubting someone who had been nothing but kind and patient with her. But the scars Jey left were deep, and every time she started to feel herself letting her guard down, those old fears came rushing back.

Her thoughts were broken away as she felt his fingers back inside of her, she moaned softly as they went in and out. The pleasure Rhea was experience was something she hadn’t felt in such a long time, the pleasure of feeling wanted.

“Fu… fuck.. Jon..” Her head fell into the crevice of his neck.

“Fuck me, Jon,” she begged as she felt his fingers sliding out of her. Jimmy kissed her as he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he slid inside of her, very quickly.

Rhea moaned softly as she felt Jimmy filling her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as she held him close. Jimmy started to thrust into her, his hips slamming into hers as she gasped for breath.

“Demi..fuck..”

“Don’t ever stop please..”

“You are fucking tight..”

He's different, a small voice in her head argued.

And maybe he was. Jimmy had shown her a side of himself that felt real, raw, and unfiltered. He didn't shelter her the way Jey had, didn't try to control her. Instead, he encouraged her to be herself, to let herself feel. He didn't demand anything from her-he just gave. But wasn't that how it always started? Sweet words, tender touches, and promises that eventually fell apart?

She knew she wasn't easy to love. She came with baggage-her temper, her insecurities, the walls she'd built so high to keep herself from getting hurt again. Jimmy didn't deserve to carry that weight, did he? Maybe this was unfair to him.

Maybe she was pushing him into a role he didn't even want.

But as Rhea had to cover her mouth to keep quiet as Jimmy thrusted into her, her body shaking as he hit that spot inside of her that made her see stars and see clarity. Jimmy wanted this role. She couldn’t keep quiet for long, not when Jimmy was thrusting into her like this. He removed her hand from her mouth and said, “Need to hear you..” Rhea nodded and she started to moan softly as he thrusted into her even more harder, her hips meeting his as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge

She thought about the way he looked at her in the most delicate way, his eyes filled with something she could only describe as devotion. The way he didn't just listen to her, but actually heard her. He didn't treat her like a trophy or a conquest. He treated her like a person—flaws, fears, and all.

She could feel her orgasm building, her breath now coming in soft pants. Jimmy thrusted into her as hard as he could now, his hips moving against Rhea's, the bed now slightly squeaking to only where Jimmy and Rhea could hear.

He made her feel like more than just "Rhea Ripley," the tough-as-nails wrestler who didn't take shit from anyone. He made her feel like Demi-vulnerable, messy, but somehow still enough.

“Fuck I’m almost..”

“You gonna cum for me?”

“I can’t…. I can’t… fuck..”

“Cum for daddy..”

Rhea’s moan came out in a choke, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt her orgasm reaching its climax. Jimmy’s right hand moved to her clit, teasing it with his index finger as he continued to thrust into her. Rhea’s moans were silenced by Jimmy’s left hand, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, tears welled up in her eyes as she experienced the ultimate high.

“Demi..”

Jimmy came with a low groan, his seed filling Rhea’s pussy as she finished her orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. Rhea wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as they caught their breath.

The gentle hum of the bus moving through the night became the only sound that filled the quiet space between them. Jimmy slowly pulled away from Rhea, his chest rising and falling with the weight of their shared intimacy. He shifted slightly, making sure to pull her close as he settled beside her again. Rhea, still trying to catch her breath, felt a calmness she hadn’t expected, yet the knot in her stomach remained. She couldn’t push the doubt aside completely, but she didn’t want to think about it now—not when she was here, with Jimmy, in this moment.

She turned her head to look at him, his warm, steady presence offering a sense of peace she had longed for, but hadn’t fully allowed herself to feel. He was quiet, letting the silence stretch, before he finally spoke, answering Rhea’s question.

“Does this change anything?” Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the uncertainty heavy in her words. She wasn’t sure why she asked, but the question felt like it needed to be said—like the air between them had suddenly thickened and she needed reassurance.

Jimmy paused for a moment, lifting his gaze to meet hers. His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just be in the moment,” he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. “Here with me. That’s all that matters.”

Rhea nodded, the weight of his words sinking into her. She felt her body relax against him as he pulled her in closer, her head resting on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was soothing, almost rhythmic, and for the first time in a long while, Rhea allowed herself to simply breathe.

She closed her eyes, her mind racing but trying to quiet the noise. The warmth of Jimmy’s body, the strength of his arms wrapped around her—it felt real, grounding, in contrast to the chaos she’d felt earlier. But still, those lingering doubts clung to her thoughts, like shadows she couldn’t shake.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she whispered to herself, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it.

Jimmy didn’t respond immediately, but she could feel the steadiness in him, his calmness washing over her like a tide. He wasn’t asking for anything—just this moment, just her. And that, in itself, was something Rhea wasn’t used to.

Before she knew it, the exhaustion from the day’s emotions caught up to her, and her body relaxed, her eyelids growing heavy. Her thoughts began to drift, but the last thing she felt before succumbing to sleep was the warmth of Jimmy’s hand gently resting on her back.

As she let herself slip into slumber, the doubts still lingered at the edge of her mind, but they felt distant for now. Maybe tomorrow would bring clarity, or maybe it would only bring more questions. But for tonight, Rhea allowed herself to rest, to be in the moment with Jimmy, just as he had asked.

& with this chapter I am currently on my break. I will return in the new year 😭🩷

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SO….

It’s been a month now and where is the Tama Tonga fanfics?!?!