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

Kinktober Day #8: Breeding & Marking

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight.

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals.

Animals, Like animals-mals..." 🎶

Description: Jacob celebrates his tag title win with his wife

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

Face claim: Saweetie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nasty Dancer III

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then Joseph walked in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then, the pressure of eyes on her returned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, without thinking, she turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next: Chapter Four

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

Description: Jacob attempts to make things right with Myra

Chapter: 2/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

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

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

Word count: 1,206

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter: 4/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

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

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

Word count: 1,925

My masterlist can be found here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He reached down and pinched her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge.

Myra cried out as she came, her body convulsing beneath him. She clenched around him tightly, her walls fluttering as she milked his cock for all he was worth.

Jacob grunted, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. They lay there for a moment, sweaty and spent, before he rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms.

"So am I gonna tame you or are you gonna tame me?" Myra joked.

"Honestly? it looks like both. Tale as old as time, baby." Jacob responded.

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

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

Chapter: 3/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

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

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

Word count: 2,043

My masterlist can be found here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Description: Myra realizes her feelings for Jacob.

Chapter: 5/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Angst, arguing, strong language.

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

Word count: 1,313

My masterlist can be found here

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

Over the next few weeks, Jacob and Myra's relationship only grew more intense. They couldn't get enough of each other, spending every free moment lost in each other's bodies.

Their passion was insatiable, with each encounter more intense than the last. They pushed each other to their limits, exploring every kink and desire they had.

One night, after a particularly rough session, Jacob held Myra in his arms as they lay in bed. He could feel her body trembling, her breathing still ragged from their activities.

"You're incredible," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Myra snuggled closer to him, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She was sore, but in the best possible way. She loved the way Jacob made her feel, the way he could take her to new heights of pleasure.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this," she murmured, her eyes drifting closed.

As the days turned into weeks, Myra found herself thinking more and more about Jacob. She tried to convince herself that it was just the afterglow of their passionate encounters, but deep down, she knew it was more than that.

She began to look forward to their time together, counting down the hours until she could be in his arms again. The thought of being without him made her chest ache.

Myra couldn't deny it any longer - she was falling for him. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her both elated and terrified.

She knew it was risky to develop feelings for someone like Jacob. He was dominant, possessive, and had a dark side that both scared and excited her. But she couldn't help the way her heart raced whenever he looked at her, the way his touch sent sparks of electricity through her body.

Myra knew she had to end things with Jacob before she got in too deep. She didn't want to ruin what they had, but she also couldn't continue their arrangement knowing that her feelings were growing stronger.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. She had to tell him the truth - that she was falling for him, and that it was best for them to end their arrangement before either of them got hurt.

Jacob could sense the tension in Myra's body as she approached him. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gruff.

Myra took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I need to talk to you," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Jacob's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he studied her face. "Alright," he said, his voice guarded. "What is it?"

Myra took another deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I...I think we should end this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob's eyes widened in surprise, his jaw clenching. "End this?" he repeated, his tone sharp. "What do you mean, end this?"

Myra flinched at the harshness in his voice, but she stood her ground. "I mean, I think we should stop seeing each other," she said, her voice stronger now. "I can't do this anymore. I'm...I'm falling for you."

Jacob's expression softened, his eyes flickering with surprise and something else - vulnerability?

He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on her face. Finally, he spoke.

"You're...falling for me?"

Myra nodded, her heart in her throat. She could see the conflicting emotions warring on his face - surprise, confusion, and something else that she couldn't quite place.

"I know it wasn't supposed to happen," she said softly. "But it did. And I can't ignore it anymore."

Jacob's jaw clenched again, his eyes flashing with something akin to anger. But beneath that, she saw something else - a hint of vulnerability that he was trying to hide.

"Dammit," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I knew this would happen. I knew it."

Myra's heart sank at his words. She had hoped that he would try to convince her that they could continue as they were. But instead, he seemed to be admitting defeat.

"You knew it would happen?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I knew we were playing with fire," he said, his voice gruff. "I knew that if we got too close, things would get messy. And now...here we are."

Myra's heart ached at the resignation in his voice. She had hoped that he would fight for them, that he would tell her that he felt the same way. But it seemed like he was ready to give up.

"So, that's it?" she asked, her voice trembling. "We're just...done?"

Jacob's jaw clenched again, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and frustration. "I don't know," he said, his voice rough. "What do you want me to say, Myra? That I'm falling for you too? That I want to keep this going?"

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his words. She hadn't expected him to admit that he was falling for her too. But his admission only made things more complicated.

"Then why are you giving up so easily? You don't care enough to fight for this?" she asked, her voice cracking.

Jacob's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with something fierce. "Because it's easier," he said bluntly. "Because I neither of us do relationships, Myra. And I sure as hell don't do well with feelings."

Myra felt a pang of disappointment at his words. She had hoped that he would be willing to take a chance on them, that he would be willing to try to make it work despite their pasts.

But it seemed like he was determined to push her away.

Jacob took a step closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. "We're better off without feelings," he said firmly. "We're better off keeping things simple, casual."

Myra took a step back, shaking her head. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I can't do that. I can't just pretend like my feelings don't exist. And I can't just continue our arrangement knowing that you're pushing me away because you're scared."

Jacob's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. "I'm not scared," he growled. "I'm being realistic. We both know this was never going to end well."

Myra felt a surge of frustration well up inside her. "That's bullshit," she snapped. "You're scared of getting hurt, just like I am. But that doesn't mean we should just give up on each other."

Jacob's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else - fear. He didn't want to admit that she was right, but deep down, he knew she was.

He was terrified of getting hurt, of opening himself up to her and being vulnerable. But he was even more terrified of losing her.

Myra could see the conflict in his eyes, the war raging inside him. She took a step closer, her voice softening.

"I'm scared too, Jacob," she said quietly. "But I'm willing to take that risk if it means being with you. Are you?"

Jacob's gaze flickered away from hers, He was silent for a long moment, the tension in the air thickening.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"No."

Myra's eyes flashed with anger as she reached for her iced coffee. Without a word, she poured the cold drink over his head, soaking his hair and clothes.

"You're a coward," she spat, her voice shaking with fury. "The big bad Samoan werewolf is actually a little bitch that can't accept his own feelings. Have fun being alone, Jacob. Fuck You."

Jacob stood there, stunned, as the iced coffee dripped down his face and body. He looked at her with a mixture of shock and hurt, his eyes wide as she walked away.

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

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

Chapter: 6/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

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

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

Word count: 4,054

My masterlist can be found here

Epilogue featured at the end of this post!

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

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

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

Jimmy chuckled, shaking his head. "No shit"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeet" Jimmy raises his glass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe I am" Jacob sighed.

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

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

Lele listened attentively, a sympathetic look on her face.

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

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

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

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

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

Myra nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Myra sniffled, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

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

Lele nodded, understanding the conflict within her friend.

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

Lele looked Myra in the eye, her expression serious.

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

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

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

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

Myra chuckled, grateful for the distraction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lele shrugged, looking at the door.

"Maybe it's a package or something?"

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

Myra gasped, taking a step back from the door.

"Oh my god, it's Jacob."

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

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

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

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

Jacob looked at Myra, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jacob nodded, his eyes locked onto hers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Run" He growled seductively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tale As Old As Time" Myra giggled.

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Epilogue!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amanda nods, returning his smile.

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

Roman chuckles, slightly taken aback by her enthusiasm.

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

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

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

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

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

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Hii everyone! I will be posting Kinktober fics every Monday, Tuesday and Friday during the month of October!! 13 new smut stories will be released coinciding with the airing of RAW, NXT and SmackDown basically. Featured wrestlers will include Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Rhea Ripley (Jhea specifically), Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Zilla Fatu and Jacob Fatu. Happy Kinktober, Y'all.

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MDNI!! 18+!!!

Masterlist/Schedule below the cut!

Day #1 - Thigh Riding, Roman Reigns. (10/1)

🎃 Work

Day #2 - Orgasm Denial, Jey Uso. (10/4)

🎃 Body Say

Day #3 - Pussy Slapping, Zilla Fatu. (10/7)

🎃 Freakend

Day #4 - Human Furniture, Roman Reigns. (10/8)

🎃 Positions

Day #5 - Lap Dance, Jimmy Uso. (10/11)

🎃 Versace On The Floor

Day #6 - Ass Worship, Naomi. (10/14)

🎃 Slumber Party

Day #7 - Nipple Clamps, Solo Sikoa. (10/15)

🎃 Sweetest Pie

Day #8 - Breeding & Marking, Jacob Fatu. (10/18)

🎃 Animals

Day #9 - Collaring, Roman Reigns. (10/21)

🎃 Hrs & Hrs

Day #10 - Bondage, Jey Uso & Rhea Ripley. (10/22)

🎃 Made For Me

Day #11 - Sex Toys, Roman Reigns. (10/25)

🎃 Everyday

Day #12 - Brat Taming, Roman Reigns. (10/28)

🎃 Dangerous Woman

Day #13 - Costumes & Roleplay, Roman Reigns. (10/29)

🎃 Trick Or Treat

Happy Halloween 🦇

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Nasty Dancer

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

Joseph Yokozuna Fatu (born March 18, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand under the ring name Solo Sikoa as the leader of The Bloodline.

Aphrodite Erykah Caramanica (born February 7, 1996) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the Smackdown brand as a manager of The Bloodline stable. She is also a former one-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion.

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Aphrodite had worked tirelessly to reach this moment. From the moment she signed her contract with WWE in 2020, she knew her journey wouldn't be easy. But she wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge. Her unyielding confidence had been her trademark ever since she stepped foot into the NXT developmental brand. She wasn’t just a talented wrestler; she was a force to be reckoned with. Two-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion—her accolades spoke for themselves. Aphrodite was a rising star in the wrestling world, and it was time for the world to see what she was truly capable of.

Her big moment had finally arrived.

It was the debut of WWE's weekly Monday Night Raw program on Netflix, a new chapter for the company. The streaming service had chosen to bring wrestling to the forefront of their programming, and this was the perfect event to launch the next era. The stars of WWE were out in full force, making their way down the red carpet at the Intuit Dome in Inglewood, California. The cameras flashed as each wrestler posed, showcasing their Hollywood-ready looks. Aphrodite stood among them, effortlessly commanding attention in a stunning outfit that was a perfect mix of strength and elegance. Her aura was undeniable—every inch the star she was born to be.

As the cameras captured her every move, she felt a rush of excitement. This was just the beginning.

Backstage, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The locker rooms were filled with wrestlers catching up, preparing for the night's events, and celebrating their own achievements. But for Aphrodite, everything was about to change. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she signed with WWE, and she had known deep down that her time at NXT wouldn’t last forever. The next phase of her career had been calling to her, and now, Paul Levesque was about to make it official.

Aphrodite stood with Paul in a quiet corner of the backstage area, her heart pounding in anticipation. The words she had been waiting for were about to leave his lips.

“You’ve done exceptionally well over at NXT,” Paul said, looking at her with an approving smile. “But it’s time to make your mark on SmackDown.”

Aphrodite’s eyes widened. She had expected this moment to come, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. “I’m ready,” she said with a confident grin.

Paul nodded, but the next words he spoke made her stomach drop. “After discussing with the creative team, we believe your next role should be The Bloodline’s manager… Joseph’s special counsel. His wisewoman.”

Aphrodite blinked, unsure whether she had heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”

Paul’s expression was unwavering. “Very serious. Heyman and Joe have been keeping an eye on you for a while now, and they think you’re perfect for the next phase of The Bloodline storyline. You should be honored.”

Her mind raced. The Bloodline? The most powerful faction in WWE. And not just as a member, but as a manager? Aphrodite had built her career on being unapologetically bold, and now she would be standing beside one of WWE’s most dominant forces. But there was more to this than just the role.

“I’ll do it,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I can’t stay at NXT forever, and this could be the chance to prove myself to everyone.”

Paul gave a satisfied nod. “Good. I’ll leave you to enjoy the show. Congratulations, Aphrodite.”

As Paul walked away, Aphrodite stood frozen for a moment, processing everything. Her mind quickly flashed to her past—years of struggle, sweat, and sacrifice to reach this point. Now, here she was, about to step into the most high-profile role of her career.

After the conversation with Paul, Aphrodite wandered through the backstage area, absorbing the whirlwind of activity around her. The stars of Raw and SmackDown mingled, catching up, sharing stories and preparing for the night’s events. It was a celebration of the future, of new beginnings, and of the legacy of WWE’s most iconic athletes.

Aphrodite caught sight of Trinity, one of her closest friends in WWE, who waved her over with a grin. “Hey, Dottie!” Trinity called. “Let’s get some pictures!”

Aphrodite smiled, stepping over to her friend. They posed together for a few photos, laughing and reminiscing. As they were finishing up, Aphrodite noticed a familiar face nearby—none other than Travis Scott.

“Hey, Jacques,” Aphrodite greeted with a knowing smile. She was one of the few who could call him by his real name, a testament to their long history together.

“Hey, Dottie,” Travis said, pulling her into a hug. They had known each other for years, both rising to prominence in their respective worlds—Aphrodite in WWE, and Travis in the music industry. Their bond was strong, built on years of shared experiences.

As they chatted, Aphrodite couldn’t help but let slip the news of her big call-up. “I’m officially on the main roster,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Travis raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “That's amazing. I knew you had it in you. You always did.”

He paused for a moment before a grin spread across his face. “You know what? I think I should make your entrance theme song. What do you think?”

Aphrodite’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that, Jacques! Let’s make it happen.”

They exchanged a quick handshake, sealing the deal, before Aphrodite was pulled away by a member of the production crew.

The production crew member led Aphrodite down a hallway, her thoughts still racing from the earlier conversation. They stopped in front of a backstage area where none other than Joseph Fatu—better known as Solo Sikoa, the self-proclaimed "Tribal Chief" of The Bloodline—was waiting. The moment she laid eyes on him, a strange mixture of emotions stirred within her.

“Looks like it’s official,” Joseph said, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. “So, you're my wisewoman now?”

Aphrodite couldn’t suppress a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I am, Joseph.”

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ouch. What happened to calling me Sefa?”

Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed as the years of history between them surfaced in an instant. “Ain’t that reserved for family?”

Once upon a time, she had been ready to take that next step with him. But he had ended things abruptly. He’d chosen to reunite with his baby mama for the sake of their sons, and Aphrodite had respected his decision, even if it broke her heart.

Joseph’s expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. “You can still call me Sefa, Aphrodite,” he said quietly, his tone shifting from playful to sincere.

Aphrodite stared at him for a long moment, the emotions inside her a swirl of unresolved feelings. But she had been through too much to let herself be caught up in old memories. She couldn’t afford to let him get to her, not again. He had broken her once, and she wasn’t about to give him the power to do it again.

She kept her voice calm and professional. “I’ll call you whatever I need to for the job, Sefa. Let’s keep this professional, alright?”

Joseph looked at her for a moment longer, as if weighing his next words carefully. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Aphrodite. Professional. But just know, I’m glad you’re here. The Bloodline needs you.”

Her chest tightened at his words. The Bloodline—the very thing she was now a part of. But it wasn’t just about the group; it was about proving herself to everyone who had ever doubted her.

With a nod, Aphrodite turned to face the cameras, knowing that the journey ahead would not only challenge her professionally but personally. The eyes of the world would be on her, and she had no intention of letting them down. No matter what happened, she would rise to the occasion, unyielding and unapologetic, just as she always had.

As the segment wrapped, Aphrodite walked off, the weight of her new role settling into her bones. The future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: She wasn’t going anywhere.

Next: Chapter Two

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Nasty Dancer II

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

This chapter discusses topics related to miscarriage. Please take care of yourself and proceed with caution if this is a sensitive subject for you.

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The days that followed seemed like a blur to Aphrodite. She spent hours in meetings with Paul, Joe, and the creative team, meticulously building her new character as the wise woman of The Bloodline, a role that demanded an intricate balance of strength and vulnerability.

The process of designing her wardrobe was an even more elaborate affair—clothing that spoke to her power, her wisdom, and yet, a part of her that had always been deeply tied to her femininity. But beyond the logistical and aesthetic decisions, the most demanding part of all was her constant need to be in contact with Joseph.

She hadn’t expected the flood of emotions that rushed back the closer she got to him again. After everything they had been through—the heartbreak, the separation, the years of silence—there was no denying the lingering connection between them. Working with Joseph was not easy. Their history hung in the air, a weight neither of them could fully shake off, no matter how professional they tried to be.

Every time their eyes met, Aphrodite was reminded of everything they had once shared, everything they had lost. It wasn’t just a matter of being exes—Joseph was the one she had once thought was her soulmate. The man she had imagined her future with, the father of her children. And now, here they were, sharing space, working together, but carrying the weight of a past neither of them could forget.

“Hey, you got this, Dottie,” Joe's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She hadn’t realized she had been staring at the floor, lost in her emotions again. His presence was always comforting, and grounding. He had a way of making her feel like she wasn’t alone in this hectic process.

Aphrodite blinked up at him, forcing a smile. “Thanks, Joe. I’m good,” she said, though the truth was far from it.

The meeting continued for another hour, but Aphrodite’s focus wavered. There were decisions to be made, things to discuss, but it felt like her mind was on a constant loop, racing back to memories of Joseph, the words they never spoke, the life they could have had. She tried to push through it, but it was hard. Especially when she caught him glancing at her, his expression unreadable.

At the end of the meeting, Joe handed her a business card. Aphrodite hesitated for a moment before taking it, her fingers brushing against his.

“What’s this?” she asked, though she already had a guess.

“This is my management team's information. They seemed interested in you, so I’m just passing this along for them,” Joe explained, his tone warm but professional.

Aphrodite studied the card for a moment. “Oh wow,” she murmured, a little taken aback by the gesture. She hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. But there was no denying the potential—it was clear to everyone that she was something special.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, but before long, Joe excused himself, leaving Aphrodite alone with Joseph. Her heart sank just a little at the thought of being alone with him. She had spent so much of the past few years trying to distance herself from him—emotionally, physically, mentally—and now, here she was again, trapped in the same room.

Joseph walked over to her, his gait purposeful.

“You should call them,” he said, gesturing toward the business card in her hand.

Aphrodite stared at him, considering his words for a moment. “You think so?” she asked, unsure of why she even cared about his opinion.

“Yeah, you should be maximizing your potential,” Joseph replied a hint of pride in his voice.

Aphrodite wasn’t sure if she could swallow the lump in her throat, but she straightened her posture, lifting her chin. “Of course, they would want me. I mean, I’m that girl,” she said confidently, though she knew it wasn’t just about the job—it was also about reclaiming the power she once had when she was with him.

Joseph smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “So, umm, do you want to grab something to eat?” he asked, the words slipping out awkwardly.

Aphrodite’s face immediately hardened. “Absolutely not,” she replied, grabbing her purse and turning toward the door.

She didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Not now. Not after everything that had happened. She didn’t need his pity, his attempts at small talk, or his comfort. He had destroyed her once, and she wasn’t about to let him do it again.

Joseph followed her down the hall, a frown tugging at his lips. “Come on, Dottie, you don’t have to act like that with me. We’re on the same team,” he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and confusion.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes as they reached the elevator. “What do I look like, being friendly with the man who broke my heart?” she retorted. “Joseph, we need to be professional. And that means if it ain’t about business, then we don’t need to be in each other’s presence.”

The words stung, but they were true. She wasn’t interested in pretending that everything was fine between them when it wasn’t. The wound was still too fresh, too raw.

Joseph, clearly hurt by her words, sighed. “You’re just gonna keep reminding me that I broke your heart?”

“Yes!” Aphrodite exclaimed, spinning around to face him as they stepped into the elevator. “Because I loved you so much, Joseph. I wanted a life, a family, everything with you. And you left me—left me—to go play house with the mother of your children all because your father is obsessed with keeping families together, even if the relationship fails. But yet, he didn’t stay with your momma. The man married another woman and moved on, but yet he stays forcing that shit on you and your siblings!”

The words spilled out of her before she could stop them. The anger, the pain, the years of bitterness and confusion. They all came rushing to the surface, the release of both a relief and a weight.

Joseph was taken aback, his eyes wide with shock. He hadn’t expected her to blow up like that—not so publicly, not in front of him. But Aphrodite’s words were like daggers, each one hitting him with a force he hadn’t prepared for.

“And now look,” Aphrodite continued, her voice breaking slightly, “You’ve got to do shared custody with her when we could have been married by now. With our baby.”

The words hung in the air, a sudden silence settling between them. Aphrodite immediately froze, realizing what she had just said.

Joseph’s face went pale. “What? Baby?” His voice was barely a whisper, filled with disbelief.

Aphrodite’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She had said too much. She hadn’t meant to slip up like that—her emotions had gotten the better of her, and now she had just revealed something she wasn’t ready to share.

“Did you—were you pregnant when we broke up?” Joseph’s voice cracked, desperation creeping into his tone as he reached out, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip, and pulling her toward him.

Aphrodite tried to yank her arm away, but his hold was too strong. “Let go of me, Joseph,” she snapped, her voice trembling.

His grip only tightened as he pulled her closer. His eyes searched hers, his breath ragged, as if trying to make sense of the words she had just dropped.

“You must have misheard me, Joseph,” she lied, her voice shaking as she attempted to deflect.

But Joseph wasn’t so easily deterred. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. His eyes bore into hers, demanding the truth. “Aphrodite… did you have a miscarriage?” His voice was almost a whisper, but the pain in it was undeniable.

Aphrodite’s stomach turned at the raw emotion in his eyes. She had wanted to protect him from this. She had wanted to keep this part of her life buried, locked away. But now, it was out in the open.

“I…” She swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Joseph.”

The elevator doors opened, and without another word, Aphrodite pulled herself free from his grasp and rushed out, the sound of Joseph’s voice fading as the doors closed behind her.

The next few days felt like a haze to Aphrodite. She couldn’t escape the thoughts of Joseph, the words they had shared, and the questions that still hung in the air. She couldn’t avoid him forever, though. And when Trinity and Pamela showed up at her door with Chinese takeout, she knew the time had come to face the truth.

The two women stood in her living room, the tension was real between them. They didn’t push her, but they needed answers. They knew she had been through something—a lot of things—but they couldn’t understand why she had kept it all to herself.

Trinity sighed, her voice gentle yet firm. “Come on, Dottie. Tell us why you didn’t tell anyone about the baby.”

Aphrodite took a deep breath, her chest tightening with the weight of the words she had kept buried for so long. “I experienced a miscarriage at thirteen weeks. It was very traumatic. I found out I was pregnant two weeks after Joseph and I broke up. I planned to tell him, but I was in Miami when it happened. I had a really bad miscarriage. I had to go to the hospital. I had to have a blood transfusion. It was… very, very scary.”

Her voice faltered, the pain of that time rushing back. “Even just talking about it is difficult. It’s terrifying because you always think, ‘What’s wrong? What did I do wrong? Could I have done something different?’ My doctor told me, inside and out, up and down, there’s no cause. She didn’t know why it happened.”

She looked up at Trinity, her eyes full of raw emotion. “I know you’re going to tell him, but I don’t want him to know how far along I was.”

Trinity and Pamela stood there, taking in Aphrodite’s words with quiet solemnity. The air in the room had shifted from the casual comfort of Chinese takeout to something heavy, weighted with grief and unspoken pain. Neither of them moved for a long time, and Aphrodite could feel the heaviness of their gaze on her. Her chest tightened, not from regret, but from the vulnerability she’d just allowed herself to show.

Trinity was the first to speak, her voice softer now, full of empathy. "Dottie," she said gently, stepping closer. "You don’t have to explain why you didn’t tell anyone. You’re allowed to grieve in your own way." She placed a hand on Aphrodite's arm, her touch grounding. "But I think… I think Joseph deserves to know."

Aphrodite shook her head, her heart racing. "No, Trinity," she said firmly, her voice tinged with both fear and determination. "I can’t tell him. Not like this. Not when he still has so many pieces of his life that he’s trying to put back together. He can’t be responsible for me, for… that. I couldn’t drag him back into all of this, not now. Not after everything."

Pamela, who had been silently watching, spoke up next. "Dottie, it’s clear you’re hurting, and this pain... it doesn’t just go away because you hide from it." Her tone was quiet but firm, an undercurrent of care weaving through the words. "Joseph cares about you. He always has. But hiding it from him—hiding it from yourself—it’s only going to keep hurting."

Aphrodite squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the storm of emotions rising in her chest. "I know," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I know, but I can’t. I can’t reopen that door. I can’t let him see me like this. After everything we’ve been through… the distance, the loss... I don’t think I can handle seeing the pity in his eyes, or worse, the guilt. He’ll feel responsible for something he couldn’t control. And that’s not fair to him."

Trinity let out a slow breath, her eyes softening as she watched her friend. "Dottie, you’re carrying this burden alone. You’ve been carrying it for so long. You don’t have to do that anymore. You don’t have to protect him from this. You’re allowed to be vulnerable. You’re allowed to be angry. But you don’t have to do it by yourself."

Aphrodite opened her eyes, her gaze flicking from Trinity to Pamela, and then back to the floor. It felt like every word they said was peeling back another layer of armor she’d built around herself. She had thought that if she just kept it buried—if she just kept moving forward, acting as if nothing had happened—that it would eventually fade. But it hadn’t. The pain was still there, sitting at the edge of her mind, threatening to overwhelm her every time she thought about what could have been.

"I don’t know how to move forward," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but to her surprise, it wasn’t shame she felt. It was exhaustion, the kind of deep, soul-weariness that only comes from carrying the weight of unprocessed grief for so long.

"You don’t have to have all the answers, Dottie," Pamela said softly, walking over to sit beside her on the couch. "But you don’t have to carry it by yourself anymore."

Aphrodite looked at her friends, their faces filled with kindness and concern, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a flicker of hope. She could talk about it. She could let people in, even if it was terrifying. Maybe—just maybe—there was a way to take back some control over her narrative.

The silence that followed was heavy but comfortable. Pamela and Trinity didn’t press her further; they simply sat with her, offering her their presence in a way that felt like a balm to her weary soul. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of their understanding and support surrounding her.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, her throat still tight but a little more steady than before. "I just need some time," she said quietly. "I need time to figure out what I’m supposed to do with all of this." She gestured vaguely toward herself, her emotions, everything she had been holding back. "But I’ll talk to him. I will. Just… not yet."

Trinity nodded, her expression softening. "We’re here whenever you’re ready. You don’t have to do anything on anyone else’s timetable."

Aphrodite felt her chest tighten as tears threatened to spill, but she blinked them away quickly. She wasn’t ready to cry. Not yet. Not in front of them. But she was starting to believe—just for a moment—that maybe she could do this. Maybe, with time, she could face Joseph, tell him what had happened, and maybe, just maybe, they could both find healing from the broken pieces of their past.

The conversation shifted after that, the weight of the earlier discussion gently put aside in favor of lighter topics. They ate their Chinese takeout, the noise and laughter filling the space around them, but Aphrodite’s mind was still reeling. The flood of emotions, the rawness of her confession—it all felt like a seismic shift inside her.

Later that night, after Trinity and Pamela had left, Aphrodite found herself alone in the quiet of her house. Her phone was sitting on the coffee table, the business card from Joe still in her hand, but she didn’t reach for it just yet. Instead, she stared at it for a long moment, the realization that her life was at a crossroads weighing heavily on her.

She had a choice now. She could stay silent, keep pushing away the pain, the fear, and the longing, or she could reach out, and take the next step. She could call Joe’s management team, pursue her career, and maybe, just maybe, open the door to something new. She could also reach out to Joseph, tell him the truth about their past, and allow herself to begin healing from the wounds they had both caused.

But first, she needed to take care of herself. She needed to find peace within herself before she could face anyone else. The path ahead felt uncertain, filled with potential for both growth and pain. But at least she wasn’t alone. She had Trinity. She had Pamela. And even though the road to healing was a long one, she realized, for the first time in a long while, that she didn’t have to walk it in isolation.

The next few days were filled with reflection. Aphrodite spent time working on her character development for The Bloodline, and her wardrobe finally began to take shape, reflecting the wisdom and power that now seemed to define her. But even as she dove into the work, there were moments—quiet, fleeting moments—when her thoughts turned back to Joseph.

She hadn’t called him. Not yet.

But she was starting to think that maybe when the time was right, she would. Maybe then, she could truly begin to heal.

And as the days passed, Aphrodite began to realize that to move forward, she needed to stop pretending she was fine. She needed to face the truth of her loss, the truth of her feelings, and allow herself to grieve, even if it meant confronting Joseph, even if it meant opening that door she had so desperately tried to keep closed.

She wasn’t sure when the right moment would come, but one thing was certain: she wasn’t going to run from it anymore.

Next: Chapter Three

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Solo Sikoa x Black OC

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite gets her call up to the main roster where she is made The Bloodline’s manager aka special counsel.

Joseph Yokozuna Fatu (born March 18, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand under the ring name Solo Sikoa as the leader of The Bloodline.

Aphrodite Erykah Caramanica (born February 7, 1997) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the Smackdown brand as a manager of The Bloodline stable. She is also a former one-time NXT Women's Champion and a one-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion.

Started January 11, 2025

Last Updated January 25, 2025

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

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Aphrodite made her way through the buzzing parking lot of Pechanga Arena in San Diego, the sounds of engines revving and fans chattering filling the air.

Tonight, Friday Night SmackDown would be filmed, and despite not making her main roster debut just yet, she’d been asked to show up. A part of her, though cautious and reserved, felt a spark of excitement. Her boots clicked against the pavement as she navigated through the crowd, her black leather jacket catching the light with each step. The energy of the arena loomed before her, alive with the promise of the night’s events.

She had a purpose here, though. Aphrodite wasn’t just another face in the crowd—she was a professional, here to work. Her role tonight wasn’t a grand one, but it was crucial. She had to film some exchanges with Jacob, Alipate, and Joseph, the latter being a figure that still seemed to hover over her emotions like an unresolved storm. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him. She hadn’t seen him in days, and even though their relationship had been nothing short of chaotic, his presence was still like a tug on the strings of her memory.

Aphrodite pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on her steps as she entered the arena. The air smelled of anticipation, sweat and excitement. As she walked through the corridors, she could hear the sound of voices echoing, conversations buzzing from behind doors, and the faint sounds of laughter and distant music. She didn’t linger on any of it. Her eyes were set on her destination—the women’s locker room.

But just as she neared the hallway leading to it, a familiar voice cut through the noise, followed by a figure emerging from the shadows. Joseph. Aphrodite felt a jolt, a sudden surge of emotion threatening to break through her calm exterior. She stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on him. He stood there, a bouquet of roses in his hands, his expression an odd mix of hope and regret. The sight of him, the gesture—so typical of his attempts to mend things—struck something deep inside her.

Joseph was always trying. Always apologizing. Always reaching out when it was too late. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the regret etched into his face as he extended the bouquet towards her. For a split second, Aphrodite’s heart fluttered with a forgotten warmth, but it was quickly doused by the cold reality of their fractured relationship. The anger she’d worked so hard to suppress bubbled to the surface.

Without a word, she scoffed and tossed the bouquet into the nearest trash can. The roses made a soft thud as they hit the bottom, their vibrant red petals contrasting sharply against the black plastic bag in the trash can. Joseph's eyes flickered toward the trash can, his jaw tightening. His hands shook slightly as he took a step back, clearly frustrated but trying to hold it together.

"I'm trying to apologize for everything," Joseph said, his voice low, vulnerable.

Aphrodite crossed her arms, narrowing her gaze. "I don't need your apology, Joseph. I'm here to work, so leave all that shit in the past and focus."

The words hung between them, a suffocating weight. Joseph exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as though he'd been holding his breath for far too long. His next words were hesitant, laced with an emotion that felt raw, too honest.

"Just tell me why you didn’t tell me you were pregnant." His eyes locked onto hers, and there was a plea in them—a desperate need for closure.

Aphrodite blinked, the question hanging in the air like a sharp knife, cutting through the distance they’d spent so long building. Her mind flashed back to that time—the whirlwind of emotions, the sense of loss. She hadn’t wanted to burden him, hadn’t wanted to force him into a position where he’d feel obligated to be there. But hearing his question, she realized he needed an answer. Maybe, just maybe, it would give them both the closure they so desperately needed.

"It happened so fast, Joseph," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. "One minute I was finding out I was pregnant, then the next minute I was losing our baby. I didn’t even think you would care, to be honest."

Her words seemed to resonate with him, the tension in his posture relaxing, if only a little. There was silence for a moment—an uncomfortable, heavy silence. But then, Joseph spoke again, and this time, there was an intensity to his voice that made Aphrodite’s heart ache.

"You’re wrong," he said, the words edged with frustration and regret. "I would care, I would have cared, Affie. I would have been there for you. Look what it did to you. You have nothing but anger towards me."

Aphrodite’s stomach clenched at the sound of her name. The familiar nickname, one that used to feel so warm coming from his lips, now felt like a reminder of everything they had lost. Her chest tightened as his words sank in, and she felt the rawness of the past rush in. The hurt, the anger, the confusion—it was all there, lingering in the background.

"I just—" Joseph’s voice faltered for a moment before he continued, his tone quieter now. "I deserved to know."

Aphrodite sighed, the weight of the conversation pressing down on her. The old wounds that she had buried deep inside her were starting to surface again. But maybe, just maybe, this conversation was necessary for both of them. To move forward, they needed this moment.

"Okay, I’m sorry for not telling you," she said finally, her voice tinged with a quiet sincerity she hadn’t known she was capable of. "Are we good?"

Joseph’s eyes softened, and for a brief moment, Aphrodite saw the man she had once loved. The one who had tried so hard, even when it was too late. He nodded slowly. "Yeah. We’re good."

And with that, Aphrodite turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Joseph standing there in the hallway, lost in thought. She could feel his gaze lingering on her back, but she refused to look back. This chapter of their lives, as painful as it had been, was finally over. She had come here to work, and that was what she would do.

When Aphrodite stepped into the women’s locker room, she was greeted with the familiar sound of laughter. Trinity and Pamela were chatting animatedly, their voices a comforting backdrop to the tension still hanging in the air. As soon as they spotted her, their faces lit up with excitement, and before she knew it, they were pulling her into a hug. Aphrodite couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of their friendship pushing away the remnants of her earlier conversation with Joseph.

"Girl, you’ve got to stop treating my brother-in-law like that," Trinity said, pulling back from the hug with a playful but serious look in her eyes. "He’s trying so hard to get you to like him again."

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, though there was no real heat behind the gesture. "Why is he trying so hard?" she asked, arching a brow. "Is it genuine, or does he feel guilty?"

Trinity grinned, clearly amused. "It’s genuine," she said with a wink before biting her lip as if debating whether to say more. "Look, Sefa still loves you. He never stopped. That’s why his other relationship didn’t work out. You were and still are on his mind, Dottie."

Aphrodite froze, her breath catching in her throat. "What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you serious?"

Pamela, who had been quiet until then, nodded in agreement. "It’s obvious, do you not see it?"

Aphrodite shook her head, feeling a rush of disbelief. This wasn’t the conversation she had expected. The idea that he still had feelings for her was foreign, almost laughable.

Before she could respond, Bianca walked over, joining the conversation. "What are we talking about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Sefa still being in love with Dottie," Pamela answered with a smirk.

Bianca’s eyes widened, and she nodded knowingly. "Oh, girl, yup, he is still in love with you," she said, the words almost making Aphrodite laugh. "Matter of fact, he’s outside on the verge of tears over you throwing those flowers in the trash. Got the guys comforting him."

Aphrodite’s mouth fell open in disbelief. "No, he ain’t," she said, her voice disbelieving.

"Yes," Bianca insisted, taking Aphrodite’s hand and leading her out of the locker room. "Come on, I’ll show you."

As they rounded the corner, Aphrodite’s eyes fell on the scene outside—a group of men huddled together. Jonathan, Joseph’s older brother, was standing with a hand on Joseph’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. Jacob and Alipate were close by, looking awkward as they exchanged glances. Montez stood nearby, his arms crossed, clearly unsure of how to navigate the situation.

“She threw them in the trash like she could have at least done it after she walked away, but she did it in my face,” Joseph ranted, his voice full of frustration and hurt.

Aphrodite smacked her lips and let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh my God, Joseph," she muttered under her breath. She couldn’t help but shake her head. The situation, as ridiculous as it was, left her feeling both amused and exhausted.

But no matter how much she wanted to laugh it off, there was a part of her—deep inside—that felt the stirrings of something she hadn’t expected. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to the story than she had realized.

Aphrodite stood there, her eyes narrowing as she watched Joseph rant, his frustration evident in the way his fists clenched at his sides. His brother, cousin, and friends tried to calm him, but it was clear that his heart had taken a blow. She couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of guilt and amusement. She had been angry—rightfully so—but part of her still cared, and seeing Joseph like this made that part stir uncomfortably.

“Joseph, calm down,” Jonathan said, his deep voice cutting through the tension. He placed a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, but it seemed to do little to ease the storm within him.

“I’m fine, Jon,” Joseph snapped, though his voice cracked slightly, betraying his emotions. “It’s just—everything’s just so damn complicated. She could’ve at least had the decency to walk away before tossing those flowers in the trash like I was some kind of joke.” His voice wavered again, the anger and hurt mixing with vulnerability.

Aphrodite felt the heat of his words, though she knew she had the right to act as she had. There were too many things between them—too much history, too many broken promises, too much pain for a simple bouquet to erase. Yet here they were, Joseph, standing there like he was genuinely torn up by the gesture.

Aphrodite’s lips pressed together in a thin line, and she forced herself to step into the scene. Bianca, noticing her approach, gave her a pointed look, as if urging her to step in before this spiral continued.

Aphrodite didn’t want to engage, but she knew she couldn’t just stand there watching Joseph fall apart. She hadn’t come here for this. She hadn’t come here to be wrapped up in the mess they’d left behind.

“Joseph,” she called, her voice firm but not unkind. The group of men froze as her voice cut through the tension. All eyes turned to her, and she could feel the weight of their gazes. Joseph’s eyes softened when he saw her, a brief flicker of something—hope, pain, regret—passing over his face.

She took a step forward, ignoring the way her stomach tightened with the familiar pull of old emotions. “You want me to be honest with you?” she asked, her voice quiet but unwavering. “I threw the flowers away because they felt like another attempt at making everything okay. And it’s not. Not yet. Not after everything. You can’t just waltz in here with roses and expect me to forget everything.”

Joseph's expression faltered, and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. His chest heaved with the weight of his emotions. “I’m not trying to make everything okay,” he finally said, the rawness in his voice shocking her. “I just… I just wanted you to know I’m sorry, Affie. For everything.”

The mention of her old nickname again struck her like a wave crashing against jagged rocks. “Don’t call me that,” she said, her voice low and sharp. She hadn’t been called Affie in so long, and it made her feel like the girl who had trusted him all those years ago. The girl who had been heartbroken when things fell apart between them.

Joseph swallowed, his throat bobbing with the effort of trying to maintain some composure. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “I can’t undo the past. I can’t fix it, but I need you to know that I’m sorry. I should’ve been there for you, especially when you needed me.”

Aphrodite stared at him for a long moment, the silence between them thick and suffocating. She hadn’t expected him to be so vulnerable, so raw. There was no denying the pain in his eyes, but it was hard for her to accept. To trust that the apology wasn’t just another fleeting gesture.

Finally, she spoke, her voice softer but still guarded. “I don’t need you to fix it, Joseph. I just need you to let it go. Let me go. I’m here to work, and that’s all I’m going to focus on.” Her eyes flicked toward the arena in the distance, the hum of activity behind the walls reminding her of why she was here. “This,” she gestured between them, “this is not my focus anymore.”

Joseph looked at her, his jaw tight, as if trying to hold onto something that was slipping away faster than he could grasp it. She could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire to hold onto the past, to hold onto her—but she wasn’t the same person she had been when they were together. She wasn’t that girl who had begged for his attention, who had desperately wanted him to choose her.

Aphrodite took a deep breath, mentally steeling herself for what needed to happen next. “So, I’m going to walk away now, Joseph. But don’t think for a second that I don’t see the effort you’re making. You don’t need to keep trying to fix what we had. We’re past that.” She let the words settle between them before she turned, her back to him, and walked away.

The silence lingered long after she had left the scene, and she could feel the weight of his gaze still heavy on her, even as she distanced herself from it all.

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CHILL BABY (2)

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

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter One

January 2025

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Grown Woman 2

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.

The early evening skies above Lincoln Financial Field glowed with the soft orange and purple hues of a Philadelphia sunset, casting a warm, ethereal light over the buzzing crowd. Fans clad in midnight green jerseys, their faces painted in pride, flooded the streets surrounding the stadium, some tailgating, others eagerly making their way toward the massive structure that housed the city’s heartbeat.

There was something electric in the air tonight; it wasn’t just the NFC Championship game between the Eagles and the Washington Commanders that had everyone riled up. The presence of WWE superstars—Tama Tonga and Jacob Fatu—added a surreal touch to the already charged atmosphere.

Tahiry had promised Tama that she would accompany him to the game, and she showed up, making him very happy. It had been something of a personal commitment. She wasn’t the type to offer promises lightly, especially not when work could so easily get in the way. But when Tama had asked, there had been something in his voice, an almost unspoken request that made her agree without hesitation. And so, here she was, walking through the sprawling parking lots of Lincoln Financial Field with him by her side and Harmony, clinging to Tama’s hand.

Harmony, wide-eyed and full of wonder, tugged at Tama, her gaze fixed on the grand scale of the stadium ahead. At three years old, the enormity of the stadium seemed like something out of a dream. She had been to SmackDown tapings before, but nothing compared to this.

“Wow, Tama! It’s so big!” Harmony exclaimed, her voice full of awe.

Tama, who had always been a natural with children, smiled down at her. He was used to the spectacle of WWE events, where larger-than-life moments played out in front of screaming crowds, but this was different. Something was warming about this moment. It was just him, Tahiry, and Harmony away from the cameras, away from the flashing lights, just sharing in the simplicity of a child’s joy.

“I know, huh? Biggest field you’ve ever seen,” he teased, bending slightly so he could look her in the eye.

As they walked into the stadium, the excitement of the evening began to settle in. The game itself, between the Eagles and the Washington Commanders, would be a historic one. A victory here meant a ticket to Super Bowl 59 in New Orleans, but to Tama, the game wasn’t the real reason he had come. No, this trip was about something much bigger: the collision of sports and entertainment, of football and WWE, of personalities that commanded attention and captivated the masses. This was his time to shine, not just as a wrestler, but as a figure whose influence stretched beyond the squared circle.

Tahiry, for her part, wasn’t so caught up in the excitement of the game. Sure, the atmosphere was exhilarating, but her focus was elsewhere. As WWE’s Director of Sports and Entertainment Relations, her role here was to make sure everything was running smoothly ensure that Tama and Jacob were keeping up with their media appearances, chatting with the right people, and maintaining WWE’s presence throughout the evening. She wasn’t about to let herself be distracted by the chaos around her. She had a job to do.

And yet, even as she kept a professional demeanor, she couldn’t help but be aware of Tama’s presence beside her. She had known him for years, worked alongside him, and shared countless moments of laughter and camaraderie. But tonight, there was something different in the air between them.

It was subtle almost imperceptible but it was there, in the way he seemed to stay just a little closer than usual, in the way his eyes lingered on her just a fraction longer than necessary. They had always been friends, but something unspoken between them was beginning to bubble to the surface. And though Tahiry wasn’t ready to confront it, she couldn’t help but feel it.

Jacob was there too, of course, impossible to ignore. He had been a constant companion for both Tama and Tahiry and though he was often the life of the party, full of jokes and mischief, tonight, he was slightly more observant than usual.

His eyes darted between Tama and Tahiry as they walked toward their designated suite, the silent tension between the two of them not lost on him. Jacob was no fool. He had seen the way they looked at each other, the subtle smiles, the lingering glances. He knew something was there. He just didn’t know when they would act on it or if they would at all.

When they reached the players’ lounge, the energy in the air shifted. A few of the Eagles players, still hyped from their warm-ups, turned their attention to Tahiry. It wasn’t unusual; Tahiry had always been a striking presence, confident and charismatic, and more than a few players had tried to catch her attention in the past. But tonight, it wasn’t just her beauty they were noticing. It was something about the way she carried herself, her ease in such an unfamiliar setting, that drew them in.

Jacob, ever the protective friend, wasn’t about to let anyone get too close.

“She got a kid,” Jacob said with a smirk, pointing subtly to Harmony, who was still holding Tama’s hand with a surprising tightness for a little girl. “She’s taken, fellas.”

Tahiry rolled her eyes, though she was secretly grateful for Jacob’s intervention. She wasn’t interested in any of the players. The truth was, she hadn’t been interested in anyone for a while not since she’d met Tama. But the feelings she had for him weren’t simple. There were layers. Layers of friendship, professionalism, and the unspoken bond they shared. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the pull. It was that she didn’t know how to navigate it. Not with the WWE, not with the family dynamics that were so intricately woven into the fabric of their lives.

Meanwhile, Tama didn’t seem to notice the quiet flirtations. His attention was solely on Harmony, who was tugging at his sleeve, clearly wanting to be carried. Tama bent down effortlessly, scooping her into his arms and holding her against his chest, her tiny hands clutching at his neck. Harmony’s small head found a comfortable spot on his shoulder, and he smiled down at her.

“Alright, kiddo, let’s go find our seats,” he said, his voice warm.

As they made their way toward their seats in the luxury suite, Jacob, ever the instigator, snapped a few pictures of Tama and Harmony together, the contrast between the tough wrestler and the sweet little girl somehow both heartwarming and amusing. He sent one of the photos to Joshua with a text that read, “That’s your future brother-in-law, uso. This is a date for them.”

Joshua, always the curious one, responded with a slew of confused emojis. Jacob, with his trademark grin, sent another message: “Tama, Tahiry, and Harmony—watch them act like a family. You’ll see.”

The game kicked off, and the Eagles quickly dominated, sending the Commanders reeling. The stadium was alive with cheers and chants, but in the suite, there was another kind of energy brewing, a quiet, almost electric tension between Tama and Tahiry. For all the chaos on the field, their attention was on each other. At one point, Harmony had fallen asleep in Tama’s arms, her small body completely relaxed, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her soft breathing. Tama looked down at her, a fond smile on his lips, but then his eyes lifted to meet Tahiry’s, who was standing a few feet away.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Words weren’t necessary. The look in their eyes was enough. Tahiry’s heart swelled with emotion as she watched Tama hold her goddaughter, the tenderness in his touch impossible to ignore. There was a part of her that wished she could feel just as comfortable with her emotions and could be just as open with him. But the boundaries they had set in place were not easily crossed.

The game ended with a decisive victory for the Eagles. They were going to the Super Bowl, and the excitement inside the stadium was electric, but for Tahiry, Tama, and Harmony, the night was just beginning. As they left the suite and made their way toward the exit, Jacob had already slipped off, eager to let them have some time alone. He shot one last mischievous look at the pair before disappearing into the crowd.

Outside the stadium, Tama turned to Tahiry, his usual teasing smile softening into something more sincere. “Hey,” he began, his voice more serious than usual, “how about we grab dinner? Just you, me, and Harmony. I think we’ve earned it.”

Tahiry, momentarily taken aback, hesitated. But only for a moment. Her eyes flicked to Harmony, still fast asleep in Tama’s arms, and then back to Tama. The warmth of his gaze, the tenderness in his actions, made her heart flutter.

“I’d like that,” she replied softly.

At the restaurant, away from the prying eyes of the crowd, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Over their meal, Tama’s tone shifted. He wasn’t joking, wasn’t hiding behind the playful persona that he wore so easily.

“Tahiry,” he said, his voice low, “I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel this… connection between us. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, and I need to tell you that. I can’t keep pretending I don’t want more. I don’t know if it’s the right time, but I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Tahiry’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced, and her stomach fluttered. She hadn’t been expecting this. Not so directly, not so suddenly. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew. She knew that the feelings were mutual. She had felt them for so long, but fear had held her back from acting on them.

“I feel the same way,” she admitted quietly, her voice trembling slightly. “I just… didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t know if it was the right time, or if it would change everything between us.”

Tama reached across the table, his hand covering hers. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice a soft promise. “Together.”

And for the first time in a long time, Tahiry believed it.

tahirytravis 2h

The next day, Tahiry had barely set foot in her sister’s house when she was ambushed by Takecia, Trinity, and Almia, each of them looking at her with the kind of judgment that made her wish she could disappear into the walls.

“Okay, we need to talk,” Takecia said, her voice firm but not unkind. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the counter, clearly prepared for a conversation that was about to be anything but casual.

Tahiry didn’t need to ask what they wanted to talk about. It had only been a day since the Eagles game, and already, her entire life felt like it was being analyzed under a microscope. Jacob, ever the instigator, had taken pictures of her, Tama, and Harmony, sending them to the group chat. Then fans posted photos and videos, speculating about the relationship between her and Tama, who was now the focus of their attention. Everyone had questions, including her family.

“I can’t believe Jacob,” Tahiry muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as she took a seat at the kitchen table. “Why did he have to take pictures and send them to y’all? And don’t even get me started on the fans.”

“Girl, please,” Takecia said, shaking her head and giving Tahiry a knowing look. “It’s not just the pictures. This is serious. Tama’s a wrestler. The lifestyle comes with baggage. You don’t just date a wrestler; you sign up for the whole package. We’re just making sure you’re ready for that.”

Tahiry felt a flicker of irritation stir inside her. She had known this conversation was coming; she had known her family would have questions, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.

“Prepared to be with a wrestler?” Tahiry said, raising an eyebrow and leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms in a defensive gesture. “Girl, please. Y’all are acting like I’m getting married to the man. What’s the big deal?”

Her voice was more flippant than she intended, but the frustration of having her personal life picked apart by her family, the people who had been there through every struggle and triumph was starting to get to her. Tama wasn’t her man. He wasn’t even her boyfriend, not yet, anyway. They were just... figuring it out. And yet, here she was, with her family treating it like an impending life-altering decision.

“You’re not getting married, but you’re getting involved with a man who lives a whole different life than you’re used to,” Takecia pressed, her eyes narrowing. “There’s a lot that comes with this lifestyle, Tahiry. You can’t just pretend like everything is going to be sunshine and rainbows. You’re barely keeping it together taking care of Harmony as it is. Don’t add more to your plate by being with Tama.”

Tahiry could feel the heat rising in her chest. She stood up from the chair, gripping the back of it, trying to calm the growing fire inside her. “Barely keeping it together? Are you serious?” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Harmony is good. I’m doing very well taking care of her. Stop making it seem like I can’t take care of myself or her.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and hurt clouding her thoughts. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand where Takecia was coming from, she did. Takecia loved her, and she loved Harmony, and she only wanted what was best for both of them. But Tahiry had been doing this on her own for a while now, had built a life for herself and her goddaughter, and the idea of anyone suggesting she couldn’t handle it felt like a punch to the gut.

Takecia’s face softened a little, but she didn’t back down. “We’re just worried, Tahiry. You’ve been through so much lately. You might be blinded by grief and not thinking clearly. I just don’t want you to make a decision that you might regret later.”

Tahiry stared at her sister, her mind racing. Grief. She knew Takecia meant well, but the suggestion that she was somehow still trapped in grief felt like a dismissal of everything she had worked so hard for. Yes, she had lost a lot over the past few months but she was not blinded by grief. She had Harmony now, and she had her strength. She was strong enough to handle whatever came her way, even if that was Tama, even if that meant navigating the world of professional wrestling and all that came with it.

She shook her head, exhaling sharply. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice quieter now but still resolute. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

The words hung heavy in the air, but before her sister could respond, Almia spoke up. “It’s not that we don’t trust you,” she said, her voice softer than Takecia’s, but just as firm. “It’s just... Tama’s a wrestler. That means travel, publicity, and constant attention. You can’t just go into this with your eyes closed. You need to be prepared for what that’s going to mean for you and Harmony. It’s not just about him; it’s about the whole world that comes with it.”

Tahiry felt her patience begin to thin. She had already heard all of this before, but hearing it from her family, people who knew her best, made it sting even more. It felt like they were telling her that her feelings for Tama were insignificant, that she couldn’t handle what might come next, and that she needed their approval to move forward.

“I don’t need to be prepared for anything,” she snapped. “I’m doing just fine. I’m a grown woman. And if I want to figure things out with Tama, then that’s my decision.”

Takecia’s eyes flicked toward Almia and Trinity, a silent communication passing between the three women. They were all concerned, in their way, but they weren’t about to back down either. It was like they all felt an invisible weight on their shoulders, this need to protect her from making the same mistakes again, to shield her from any kind of heartache. But Tahiry was tired of being shielded. She was ready to live her life, even if it meant navigating a path that no one else understood.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen, her anger still simmering but now mixed with a deep sense of frustration. She didn’t want to fight with her family, but it felt impossible to have a conversation without them scrutinizing every part of her life.

As she stepped outside into the cool morning air, the calmness of her sister’s neighborhood did nothing to ease her racing thoughts. She needed space, needed a moment to breathe, so she walked aimlessly down the driveway, her feet crunching on the gravel beneath her. The world felt heavy, too heavy. The expectations, the worries, and the constant pressure to be everything for everyone, it was starting to wear on her.

That was when her phone rang, the familiar ringtone breaking through the storm inside her. She glanced at the screen and saw Tama’s name. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Hey,” she answered, her voice still tense but less sharp than before.

“Hey, you okay?” Tama’s voice was smooth and steady. He could always tell when something was off with her, always able to pick up on the subtle changes in her tone, the pauses in her words.

Tahiry let out a breath, her shoulders sagging slightly as she began to pace the driveway. “I don’t know,” she admitted, the words coming out a little more vulnerable than she had intended. “My family, they’re... they’re just worrying about me, about everything. They’re acting like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing just fine,” Tama said firmly, his tone reassuring. “But I get it. Family can be a lot sometimes. You don’t have to explain everything to them if you don’t want to. You’re allowed to make your own decisions.”

Tahiry paused, letting his words settle. She was used to handling things on her own, but hearing Tama speak so confidently about her ability to navigate it all was like a balm to her soul. No one had ever been able to calm her down like this, certainly not Takecia, no matter how well-intentioned she was.

“I don’t know,” she said, exhaling slowly. “It’s just... they’re all over me about you, about us.”

Tama was quiet for a moment, and then, as if understanding exactly what she needed, he spoke again. “I’ll tell you what. Go home. Take Harmony home, and get settled. I’ll come by and pick you both up. We’ll go to the children’s museum, just you, me, and Harmony. No pressure, no expectations. Just a day to enjoy, okay?”

Tahiry smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t expected. Tama had this way of grounding her, of making everything feel manageable again. “Okay,” she said, her voice softer now. “That sounds nice. I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Good,” Tama replied. “I’ll see you soon.”

As she hung up, Tahiry couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. The weight of her family’s judgment was still there, but for the first time that morning, she felt like she had a way out, a way to breathe, a way to find some peace. Tama’s calm and certainty had helped her see that she didn’t need to have all the answers right now. She didn’t need to justify her decisions to anyone, not when she had someone who believed in her.

As she headed back into the house, a sense of resolve settled in her chest. She would face whatever came next, whether it was from her family, from the world, or from the complex feelings she had for Tama.

👀👀 Tama Tonga and Tahiry Travis are spotted looking super cozy at a Children’s Museum with Tahiry’s little girl. 🤔 Are they more than just friends? 🤫 And let’s not forget—Tahiry is Jey Uso's sister-in-law! 👀 Is this a new power couple in the making? 💥 #WWE #TamaTonga #TahiryTravis

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CHILL BABY MASTERLIST

Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

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

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

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

Started January 8, 2025

Last Updated January 19, 2025

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four