#sefa fatu

[empressdede]

Love me Sefa with the braids😩😍

Somebody tell Jimmy and Jey to come get their brother off Instagram

[dynamitekansai]

solo sikoa (2020). zilla fatu (2025).

[4milly]

over it. - sefa f. +millytober+

am i really that much…to handle?

*y’all met him as solo sikoa, i met him as fine ass sefa w that long ass hurr😩 ignore the time stamps on the messages, i noticed an error and had to redo one 🙂‍↕️*

warnings: cheating (semi; not established), ex’s to lovers, eating out, oral sex (femme receiving), use of n word, mentions of sex, mentions of breeding, aggressiveness, choking.

parings; sefa fatu (solo sikoa) x black!reader.

you rubbed a hand over your face, throwing your phone on the couch. your nerves began to rise, at the thought of sefa wanting to pop up again. the last time you two saw each other…it wasn’t pretty. to simply put, you wanted more from him and sefa was just going on the road to start his wrestling career. the night ended in him calling you ungrateful, and you calling all types of ain’t shit ass niggas left and right.

you were ready to take that next step with him; you stood there and poured your heart out about wanting to be exclusive, how much you loved and cared for him, being with him made your heart swell…and he just threw up all over it with his bullshit.

he told you, how the fsw brand wanted to finally sign him on; he couldn’t make time for a serious relationship right now, the long distance, the different time zones, he wanted to completely focus on getting everything in place to soon join his family at the top in wwe.

to many, they considered you selfish. but who gives a fuck what they think? your man told you he couldn’t be with you, couldn’t even fuckin’ try…because he got a job. okay.

you were ungrateful ass fuck and a clingy selfish brat, and took that title proudly. it didn’t matter. when you walked out the door of his condo a year and a half ago that was it. he flooded your phone with messages and calls begging you to hear him out, and to apologize.

you simply ignored him.

you did eventually caved after a few weeks. he promised no arguing, keeping his hands to himself, and full immunity to voice how you felt…0 truths and all lies. the night ended with you bent over his couches arm rest as he pounded into you from behind, engraving his aura into your pussy. he almost didn’t even leave with the way you kept creaming all over him.

while you both agreed to break up, he wasn’t leaving without a goodbye gift. although he knew you were on birth control, he made sure to pump all of his cum deep into you; even falling asleep with his dick plugged into your pussy to make sure it would reach your womb.

sefa wasnt slick; he wanted you to wait for him to reach a comfortable pace, so the two of you could be together again. you couldn’t bare it. waiting for a man who invalidated your feelings when you wanted to finally take that next step? all because he couldn’t handle it? you ignored the fuck out any communication he attempted. as weeks went by the phone calls, messages, emails, and even letters slowly faded, until he completely stopped. he finally got the memo. you moved on with life.

after going out for drinks one night a few months ago, you met rodney. he never quite compared to sefa, but he was okay. he was great at conversation and took you out on dates, but that was all. for two months, you’ve been giving him the run around

he wasn’t getting any pussy, with how he sweated you. he wanted to be under you all day, over your house, on the phone, kissing all on you, questioning you about where you are, who you been with, how you know em’. all he got was to be able to play around with your tits and your pussy a little with his hands. whenever he’d attempt to do more, you’d push him away.

you liked rodney, but you couldn’t stop wanting your man back. nothing compared.

a swift knock on your door sounded as you picked a playlist. summer walker’s over it album was going to be the mood tonight. you looked in the mirror by the door as you reapplied a thick coat of lipgloss, before opening it.

your heart thumped out your chest at seeing sefa. here he was after a year, his hair tied into a low ponytail, dark grey sweatpants and a matching sweater, with jordan’s on his feet.

“you always braiding muthafuckas’ hair in booty shorts?” his eyes raking up and down your body slowly

“this is my house. i’ll wear whatever i want. cool with you?”

“didn’t i tell yo ass chill the fuck—“

“i don’t have time for your bullshit. i’ll braid you hair and then you’re leaving. that’s it. c’mon.” you left him at the door with an eye roll to walk towards the couch

sefa’s eyes stayed planted on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away from him. he had to bite his lip and mentally count down to keep himself from getting hard. the way he felt? he wanted to bend your ass right over the couch arm rest and see if your pussy was still always ready for him.

your smart ass mouth was one thing, but he finally got what he wanted. here he was right back in your space again, and this time he he wasn’t leaving without making sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“sefa, i don’t have all day. hurry up, i got things to—.” you spoke again opening the jar of grease and spreading your legs, before the sound of your phone ringing caught his eyes

“aye man, who the fuck is rodney? deadass?” his teeth grit snatching your phone about to press answer

“stop! nigga, are you crazy!” you yelled out snatching your phone back from him, “ya know what? get the fuck out. i’m not playin these games with you. it’s been a year. you thought i was gone wait around? life moves on. just like you did.”

“that’s yo fuckin’ problem right there. yo stupid ass don’t listen. i never moved on. i said what had to happen for me—“

“it’s always you. just you, you, you. never us, or even me!”

“oh, so you and rodney? that’s all you, baby?”

“you’re absolutely insane…” you shook your head amazed at him “you care more about if another nigga has been fucking me, than anything else. you’re such a bitch for that shit. get ou—“

you words were cut off at sefa bringing his hand to wrap around your throat, putting just the right amount of pressaure that made you submit to him. immediately you quieted down, tucked your tail between your legs and looked away, knowing eye contact would be the one thing to send you over the edge.

you could your pussy began to drip through your panties, the ache starting to form at the aggressiveness he displayed. you tried to subtle squeeze your legs shut to create small friction there.

“i said watch yo fuckin’ smart ass mouth. you been turnt all day wit my ass. i’m sick of that shit. you been giving other mutherfuckers my pussy?” he growled out into your ear bringing your body flush to his “now yo ass quiet as a fuckin’ mouse? answer me.”

you kept your mouth shut. part of you liked this side of him, you wanted him to be rough with you; show you how much he missed you. that he still cared.

“ight…i see i gotta find out myself. get them shorts off. panties too.” he rushed out as he pushed you towards the couch, “bend over.”

you pushed your thumbs into the band of your shorts and panties pushing them towards your ankles before stepping out of them. your lower body moved over the arm rest, perching your pussy on full display for him.

so roped up in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear ur phone buzz again. this time, sefa reaching over to answer rodney’s phone call.

“yea…look at that pussy. so fuckin’ wet fa me. gotta inspect her first. see who else she had.” he panted before easing two fat fingers inside you

“ah!” you softly moaned as his fingers curled to rub that spongy spot inside you

sefa’s eyebrow raised; he didn’t always remember a lot, but he knew how pussy felt. his pussy felt. it was still just as tight and wet as when he was last in it, “damn bae. kept my pussy nice and tight, fa’ me? yea?”

you lost the power to string a sentence together, only focusing on fucking yourself on his fingers and releasing loud moans, “you been takin’ care of this pussy? givin’ her the attention she need since daddy’s been gone? tell me whose pussy this is.”

“i-it’s your pussy, sefa. oh my god!” you cried out, unable to hide how excited you were he was finally back—the wetness easing down your legs a testimony to that.

“gimme your hands, mama.” you quickly obeyed him moving your arms behind you, him positioning your hands to spread your ass cheeks to allow him to spread you open, “pretty ass pussy, my girl so fuckin’ messy, gotta clean her up.”

you were so fucking sweet and ready to be fucked with his tongue. he lowered to be eye level with your pussy and reached forward to suck your clit into his hot and wet mouth. he hummed at the taste of you on his tongue and sent vibrations through out your body.

your cries of ecstasy sounding like a lullaby in the room. he pressed his face further into you, his beard occasionally scratching against your sensitive clit. you widened your legs to give him better access to run his beard on you. he gripped your thighs tightly as he took your pussy whole into his mouth—flicking his tongue in and out of your entrance.

the room echoed with the sounds of his obscene slurping and sucking—drowning out the noise of summer walkers voice.

“aw fuck! sefa! don’t stop…pleasee, don’t stop.” you shrieked, your nails creating crescent moon shapes on your ass cheek to relieve some of the pressure. your thighs quivering as you grew closer to flooding his tongue with your cream

him harshly sucking your throbbing clit back into his mouth, turned that into a reality. your cum gushing out your pussy onto his tongue as your entire body convulsed. you couldn’t stop shaking, sefa’s tongue still licking and sucking making your eyes roll to the back of your head. your pussy now getting sensitive and twitching around his tongue. your mouth opened on a strangled cry, erupting in a shuttering orgasm for the 2nd time on his tongue.

you were paralyzed and your mind was blank. your tears and spit making a dark spot on the couch cushion. all you could wanted to do was lay there and take the assault of his tongue, even if you couldn’t take it anymore. he gave your clit one last suck and placed soft kisses around your entrance, before standing back to his full height.

“tell rodney, you ain’t finna be seein’ him no mo, baby.” his voice deepened and filled with urgency, ready to get back to reminding you who he was.

undoubtedly, you belonged to sefa. you always di—wait,

rodney?

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[empressdede]

Just a prank…. Right?

It’s April first isn’t it?

Take a peek into the life of Sefa and Y/N

If someone took a snapshot of Y/N and Sefa at any given moment, they’d swear they were together.

The way he slung an arm around her shoulders when they walked into a room.

The way she leaned into him like it was second nature.

The way his hand always found her waist, her wrist, her skin.

It was effortless, natural—too much for just friends.

And yet, every time someone asked, they repeated the same damn thing.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

Bullshit.

Their friends stopped believing them months ago.

Josh had called it first. He watched the way Sefa would subtly pull Y/N closer when she talked to other guys, or the way Y/N’s eyes darkened when some girl tried to flirt with Sefa.

“You sure about that?” Josh had asked one night, nodding toward Y/N, who was laughing at something Sefa whispered in her ear.

Sefa just smirked. “She’s my best friend.”

Josh rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

And then there was the night at the bonfire.

Everyone had been drinking, the fire crackling in the background, when Sefa pulled Y/N into his lap like he had done it a thousand times before.

“Relax,” he had murmured against her ear when she stiffened. “Ain’t like this is the first time.”

Which was exactly why it was a problem.

Because it wasn’t.

And their friends saw everything.

“So y’all really just friends?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yes. Why do y’all keep asking?”

Jon smirked. “Because no two ‘friends’ act like that.”

Sefa just chuckled behind her, shaking his head.

And as always, the lie rolled off their tongues.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

But Y/N felt it.

Every damn time.

The heat of his touch. The weight of his gaze. The way her heart clenched when he pulled away, like she had no right to miss something she never really had.

She told herself it was nothing.

But when she was alone, in the quiet, she knew—

It was everything.

It was a lazy afternoon when her phone rang.

Jon.

She answered without hesitation, tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear.

“Jon? What’s up?”

His voice was too serious. “Hey, Y/N. I need to talk to you about Sefa.”

Something in her stomach twisted. “What about him?”

Jon sighed. “Look… I know you and Sefa are close, but… he’s in a relationship now.”

Her entire body went still.

Her brain short-circuited.

“He’s what?”

“He has a girlfriend,” Jon said, slower this time.

Her fingers tightened around the phone. “No, he doesn’t.”

Because he couldn’t.

Jon hesitated, as if he knew what he was about to say would crush her. “Yeah, he does. It’s serious. And… she’s really insecure about you. It’s probably best if you two take a step back.”

A sharp laugh escaped her lips, but there was no humor in it.

“Wow.”

Her mind raced, pieces of the last few months shattering and rearranging.

The touches. The lingering stares. The way he looked at her.

If he had a girlfriend, then what the hell had they been doing?

Had she just been some game to him?

Some backup option?

“So, what? He’s just been playing with me this whole time?”

Jon sighed. “I didn’t say that—”

“But you didn’t have to.”

Her chest ached.

“I just think it’s best if you move on. Let him be happy,” Jon added, voice laced with fake sympathy.

And that? That was the final straw.

“Oh, hell no.”

She hung up.

Grabbed her keys.

And drove straight to Sefa’s house.

Because if this was true, he had a lot of explaining to do.

—————

Y/N was fuming.

She barely remembered the drive, rage clouding her vision. The moment she reached Sefa’s house, she didn’t knock.

She threw the door open, ready to kill him.

But the second she stepped inside, she froze.

Candles.

Dim lighting.

A dinner table set for two.

And there, standing in the center of it all, was Sefa.

Wearing a fitted black shirt, arms crossed over his chest, eyes waiting for her.

Her anger hiccupped. Confusion took its place.

“Sefa… what the hell is this?”

He smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Her heart pounded. “What—” She shook her head. “Jon said—”

“That I had a girlfriend?” Sefa finished, tilting his head. “Yeah. That was a lie.”

Her jaw dropped.

“What?!”

Sefa chuckled, stepping forward. “April Fool’s, sweetheart.”

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Then—

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU.”

Sefa caught her wrist before she could hit him. “Damn, at least let me explain first.”

“Explain?” she seethed, furious. “You just let me think—”

“You let yourself think.”

Her breath hitched.

Sefa’s voice was lower now.

“You jumped in your car, drove all the way here, and burst through my door like a damn hurricane,” he murmured. “And you wanna know why?”

Y/N swallowed. “Why?”

His grip tightened just slightly.

“Because you care, Y/N,” he said, eyes burning into hers. “Because if I really had a girlfriend, you’d lose your damn mind.”

She was silent.

Because he was right.

He sighed, releasing her hand. “Jon was messing with you. I set this up because I knew you’d come here.”

Her heart wouldn’t slow down. “Why?”

Sefa studied her for a long moment.

Then—

“I’m done tiptoeing.”

The air shifted.

“What?” she whispered.

He stepped closer. “I’m done pretending this is nothing.”

Y/N couldn’t move.

She couldn’t breathe.

“Tell me you didn’t feel it,” Sefa murmured. “Tell me you weren’t pissed at the thought of me with someone else.”

She couldn’t.

Because she did.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

Her pulse pounded.

Then, finally—

She grabbed his collar and kissed him.

And just like that, the tiptoeing was over.

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[harmshake]

date night headcanons with wrestlers ✨

by harmshake and Margaux (aka @iguessilikewrestlingnow) 🩷

Fem Reader x Dom, Jimmy, Cody, Roman, Sami, or Solo

Dominik Mysterio

"central park" by Margaux

One of the most incredible things about your life as a wrestler was the opportunity to see the world. However, the travel was one of the most exhausting things too. Last night, you’d landed at LaGuardia Airport, taken an Uber to your hotel, and planned to crash right away. That was before you received a text from Dominik, who you’d been texting frequently since Triple H sent you on a lunch date to build chemistry before the start of your storyline with the Judgment Day.

Dom (10:34pm): Hey…I had a great time with you the other day. Want to see the city together tomorrow?

You couldn’t respond fast enough; there was nothing you’d rather do on your day off than spend more time with Dom. His smile, his laugh, his tattoos - you’d never tell Hunter, but you were so grateful for him forcing you two on your first date. Now instead of heading to bed, you anxiously rifled through your suitcases to find something to wear on your second date with Dirty Dom.

You woke to a text from your date, letting you know he’d meet you in the lobby at 11am. You got ready, then headed to the elevator. 

The doors opened to the expansive lobby, and you saw him sitting across the room, scrolling on his phone. He noticed you approaching, jumping up to greet you with a hug, that damn smile, and a sweet “morning, beautiful.” Your tour guide waited out front with his vehicle: a little pedicab in which you realized the two of you would fit snugly, making your stomach fill with butterflies. Dom took your hand and helped you into the cab before following suit. Once inside, he placed his arm around your shoulders and the tour guide took off towards Central Park.

You and Dom spent the next two hours cuddled up, hands intertwined, him making you giggle as he leaned in every now and again to whisper a silly joke in your ear about the facts shared by the guide.

Jimmy Uso

"paint the town red" by harmshake

You would be surprised you hit it off with Jimmy so soon, but the truth was you knew you both were a hot match from the moment you met.

He had approached you at the bar as you sat with your girlfriends and boldly told you how beautiful you looked in your red dress—and by beautiful he meant how good your butt looked as the fabric clung to it and all your curves. It made you laugh as you admired his honesty...and he was looking just as good in his all-red fit: A tee shirt and jeans that were snug on his slim thick and toned build. If you stared for too long at him, you could have sworn you saw something staring back at you behind his zipper...

But you kept it cute and so did Jimmy, simply asking for your number and setting up a date later in the week. You decided on meeting downtown for a "paint and sip" workshop that took place in the evening. The fresh outfits you both went out of your way to wear to impress the other were obscured with black smocks as you sat side by side, sipped Merlot, and attempted to create still life art of a red vase and white roses that sprouted from it.

"Oh, this might as well be in a museum," Jimmy boasted as he swiped his brush along his crooked vase to color in more red. He turned his canvas to you and said with a big, adorable, and tipsy smile, "I'm a natural. Who knew?"

"A natural at what exactly?" You covered your mouth as you giggled, hoping you didn't hurt his feelings. You blamed the wine as it was definitely to blame for your amateur paintings because yours didn't look much better. But Jimmy chuckled with you before playfully nudging your waist with his elbow.

"And you supposed to be Picasso with yours, huh?" he leaned in and mumbled in your ear. His warm breath on your neck made you tremble as you giggled again. And when he left a quick, surprise kiss on your neck, you nearly moaned aloud. "Oops," Jimmy breathed and you glanced at him with the same low eyelids as a familiar and sweet vibe passed through you both.

"It's okay...you could do it again," you admitted with a little smile.

"Yeah? What else could I do...?" he asked with a lick of his lips. That boldness coming back, the same boldness that attracted you to him in the first place. It made you bite your lip as you placed your paintbrush on your easel.

"I could be your canvas...if you wanted to paint me," you said boldly back, your eyes dropping to his pants and back to his in one flirty flit that made Jimmy's handsome smile spread on his face.

"It's like that? Let me call this Lyft then." He immediately whipped out his iPhone from his pocket and made you giggle again. There was something about Jimmy that was too charming and too sexy to ignore...and that same something told you that he had something too big waiting for you that you were excited to see when you got back to your place...

Cody Rhodes

"a perfect gentleman" by Margaux

Arriving at the restaurant, Cody opened the door, spoke with the host, pulled out your seat, and gazed into your eyes. You’d been together officially for a month and were out to celebrate. Needless to say, he was an absolutely perfect gentleman. At the restaurant, that is.

On the way home, Cody’s hand climbed higher and higher on your thigh, fingers playing with the slit of your dress but his clenched jaw showed you that he had ideas for another slit he’d prefer to be running his fingers across. He’d tossed his jacket into the backseat and loosened his tie when you got in the car and this slightly disheveled look, just a little bit messier than his normal, perfectly gentlemanly self had you thinking thoughts right in line with his. You glanced over, catching his peripheral as he drove and smirking as you reached for his lap, feeling him grow hard as you unzipped his suit pants. He’d been yours for a month, but you were yet to have slept together, something you planned to change tonight.

His fingers curled around the fabric of your dress as he pulled into the driveway of his home. “Get out, now,” he demanded, his intensity turning you on even more. You did as you were told, and the next thing you knew you were wrapped around Cody as he dropped you on the bed and knelt at the foot. His fingers returned to the slit of your dress, pulling the velvet to the side so he could taste you before climbing onto the bed to, finally, fuck you.

You fell asleep in his arms, but only after exchanging the sweetest “I love yous,” uttered for the first time.

Roman Reigns

"priceless" by harmshake

It didn't have to be a special occasion for your husband to spoil you, but since it was the first anniversary of your wedding, Roman wanted you to feel like a princess tonight.

He had showered you with presents like a Tiffany necklace and matching diamond earrings before he escorted you to a lavish Caribbean restaurant that opened up to a rooftop lounge with a bar, glow-in-the-dark koi pond, and dining under the stars. Roman reserved the entire floor for you and him to enjoy each other as you cozied up next to each other under the sheer-curtained cabana and sipped champagne after you toasted to an amazing year together.

By the time your dinner arrived, you and your husband were feeling warm and cushy as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist to pin you to him. You enjoyed all three bites of your jerk chicken and a couple of his coconut shrimp that he fed you before Roman was devouring your tongue instead of his food.

You couldn't resist him as the evening already felt so lovely and sensual: The stars twinkling above and illuminating his handsome face and slicked back, raven hair; his big broad shoulders and arms clad in a powder blue suit as he held you close; and the champagne touching your face and neck with heat that Roman then covered with his soft lips to warm you up even more.

"Think we should head home?" you whispered to him with a grin and your hand on his chest.

Roman paused tracing your shoulder with kisses and replied, "If my beautiful wife is ready to go, then so am I. Got another present for you there, too."

"You've spent enough money on me, baby," you said softly and planted one more kiss on his lips.

"This one didn't cost me anything, sweetheart..." Roman stated with a naughty smirk and you couldn't help but smirk back as you rested your head on his shoulder. He couldn't keep his lips off you as he gave you one last kiss, as well, before he added, "But even if it did, you know I would spend it. Making my wife the happiest woman in the world is priceless."

Sami Zayn

"your favorite taste" by Margaux

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

You sat on a checkered blanket under a willow tree with the man you had been seeing for the last two weeks. 

“Sami, that sounds terrible,” you laughed, yet followed his instructions. Closing your eyes and opening your mouth, you waited for him to offer you the first item on the menu. 

“You know what I mean!,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you think this one is?” He fed you a small forkful of food from the selection of his favorites he’d promised to curate for you after you asked him about his vegan diet on your date a few days ago.

“Hmm…definitely…,” you pondered the taste, identifying something familiar about it, “...definitely curry…something. Chickpeas?” “Yes! Curry roasted chickpeas!,” Sami exclaimed, high fiving you and swallowing the bite he had in his own mouth. 

“Ready for the next one?,” he asked excitedly. You nodded enthusiastically, closing your eyes and opening your mouth as you had moments ago. “This one’s harder,” he said as the squishy, salty food on the fork met your tongue.

You chewed for a few seconds then said, “Harder?! That’s mac and cheese. Vegan mac and cheese tastes like that?!” “Good, right?!” “So good!,” you responded, kind of shocked by how tasty it was. You took a sip of your drink, then told Sami you were ready for the next taste. Eyes closed, you felt Sami gently take your face in his hands. You let out a tiny gasp, as his lips softly met yours. As you leaned into the kiss, he eased you onto his lap. Foreheads pressed together, you both opened your eyes before you told him that the last taste was your favorite.

Solo Sikoa

"love written in the stars" by harmshake

You never expected to fall in love again after how hard your last breakup went. It was a situation that took more time than you thought you needed to heal from...and yet falling in love with Sefa took no time at all. He made it easy to find sweetness in his smile, warmth in his arms, and heaven in his eyes every time you gazed into them where you could see his love for you, too, gazing right back.

Tonight you decided to gaze at the stars as Sefa took you on a nighttime picnic atop the grassy hills that lined his backyard. You'd been dating for nearly a year and he was still surprising you as he'd set up a charcuterie board of goodies and Riesling wine, your favorite, on a quilt he weighed down with small ceramic bowls that held tealight candles. The soft lighting surrounded you both as you lay on your backs, shoulder to shoulder, feeling pleasantly full and lush as you watched how the night sky surrounded you with so many stunning constellations.

"Bet you can't name that one," Sefa teased as he pointed up to what looked like a cluster of stars and nothing more to you. "If you get it wrong, you owe me a kiss."

"Uhhh, the Little Dipper. Right?" you guessed and you both laughed as it was obvious you were grasping at straws. That's when he lightly grasped your chin with his big, soft hand to pull your lips to his for an even softer kiss. It made your cheeks warm as you blushed and opened your eyes to see him gazing at you with his big, brown ones and a cute grin on his lips.

"Naw, baby," Sefa said softly, his thumb brushing along your bottom lip. You were ready for him to kiss you again as you felt yourself start to get lost in his eyes and his touch—but you wanted to challenge him back. And you hoped he got it wrong, too...

"Okay, Mr. Know-It-All. What's that one called?" You flashed him a demure smile as you traced the air with two stick figures as you saw them.

"Gemini. Easy," Sefa replied quickly and you whipped your head to him to look at him in shock. He simply shrugged with that cute grin still on his lips while you pouted and silently noted you'd have to pick another one to hopefully stump him.

Yet Sefa rolled onto his side and leaned on his elbow, his long, fluffy hair falling around your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips, anyway. You felt that luscious warmth hug your body before his arm wrapped around your waist to hug you to him. 

As he slowly pulled back, his lips still a whisper on yours as he held you, you whispered, too, "Breaking the rules now?"

"Don't wanna whoop you too bad," Sefa declared. He made you giggle before he made you blush again with another kiss and said softly, "Besides, I love your kisses...and I love you." 

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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?

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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get it together | s.sikoa

summary ⇢ emelie wants to work it out, she love's sefa too much to give up, but he needs to meet her hallway. word count ⇢ 2.1k tags ⇢ minors, do not interact. angst(kinda) and explicit language. author’s corner ⇢ thank u for the request, @bratzzzdoll this was an absolute thrill to write and hope you like it! x "i don't really wanna stay, i don't really wanna go."

Emelie brushes her hair into a neat ponytail. She stares into her vanity for a long moment, takes in her facial features then gently brushes under her eyes and takes a deep breath. Emelie feels tired, she looks tired, but she presents a front to the world where everything is perfect. There was a time when everything felt perfect, but perfect doesn’t exist in this life.

Downstairs, Emelie stands in the kitchen, prepping dinner. Cooking is her safe space and anytime she needs a moment to herself, she can’t help but cook a random meal she found online or bake so many sweets she’d have to ask her friends to come over and take them before she eats it all.

The house is quieter than usual, deciding against playing music tonight so she can be fully alone with her thoughts.

Sefa should’ve been home by now, but as of late, he’s come home later and later.

What has become of their relationship? There used to be a time when he’d be home the second he was done with training or with work. He’d burst through the door and wrap his arms around her and smother her in kisses then they’d eat dinner on the couch. Yet, now, he’d stay out late with his friends and she’d barely get a kiss.

They’re complacent.

Several years down in their relationship, nothing is progressing past the point of being boyfriend and girlfriend. They don’t officially live together, there’s no talk about the future and what’s to come.

Emelie gets it, truly, she gets it. WWE is demanding and he has relationships to foster through that tight schedule, but she’s taken the back seat in his life — on the totem pole, she’s found herself at the bottom.

How do they reconcile this?

“Emz?” His voice reverberates through the house.

“In the kitchen,” Emelie shouts as she moves to a different sauce pan. She hears the kitchen door open. “Hey, baby.”

Sefa peeks over her shoulder at the food, “I’ve had a long day.” He groans.

“Oh? What happened?” Emilie focuses on the fish she’s cooking.

Without a kiss, or acknowledging her, Sefa goes on to complain about his training and the myriad of other issues with his upcoming storyline. There’s a point where Emilie zones out, looking up and out of the window at the sink.

“I’m sorry it was so bad,” Emelie rubs his shoulder and sets his dinner in front of him. “Want a drink?”

“Nah, actually, Imma go shower and put the game on.”

Emelie watched him stand from the table with his plate and walk away. She takes a step forward then immediately stops. For a moment a pang hits her chest and she wants to say something, but instead she goes to finish the dishes in the sink. Her hands work roughly on the pans as her breathing quickens. She wants to kick, scream, and cry for him to see how she feels.

The simplest route is the hardest one and it rings in her ear: Emelie just leave.

She loves Sefa more than anything. They’ve gone through so much together, they’ve been through rough patches and those were easier than the pain she’s suffering now. This isn’t the love they’ve grown through the years. It makes her question whether or not there’s someone else.

“There’s no one else.” Emelie says aloud and drops the pan in the sick. The thought shocks her. It wasn’t a safe or healthy thing to ponder. She knows deep down in her heart that Sefa wouldn’t do that.

After setting the pans to dry and cleaning up, Emelie walks into the living room to see him in front of the TV. Sefa glances back at her then goes back to the TV. She stops behind the sofa and clocks the plate still filled with food.

“You not hungry, Sefa?” Emelie questions softly.

“Nah, I had dinner with the twins earlier.”

Emelie waits for a moment, waits to see if he’ll say anything else, but continues up towards the stairs where her purse sits in the first step. If she didn’t go home tonight, she’d lose her mind. Emelie ponders on it but goes up the stairs. She doesn’t want to leave, but she needs to leave… no, she doesn’t want to leave.

In the bedroom, she stares into the mirror and decides she needs to make a point. If she doesn’t go home, Sefa will think this is okay.

“Emelie?” Sefa clears his throat as he watches her put her jacket on downstairs. “Where you goin’?”

“I’m going home.” She speaks softly while tying her shoelaces. “I need to go home.”

Sefa stands up, “Emz, what’s going on?”

Emelie whips towards him, “Get it together, Sefa, I need to go and if it’s forever is up to you.”

A quick escape is nearly impossible when he rushes in front of her. Emelie stares at him, but it’s not a look filled with anger, it’s one of sadness. She doesn’t want to do this, but her back is against a wall.

“Emelie, baby, talk to me.” Sefa holds her cheeks in the palms of his hand. “What’s going”

“Why do you treat me the way that you, Sefa, we’ve been dating for almost five years and you treat me like I’m a house lady that takes over your space when you’re here. You don’t even come home and kiss me and spend time with me anymore.” Emelie looks down to keep the tears at bay. “And now I’m begging you—”

Sefa wipes a tear off her cheek, “Baby, I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel like that.” He whispers softly and pulls her against his chest. “Please don’t leave, Emz.”

Emelie shuts her eyes for a second, “I just need to go home for the night, Sefa, I need a second.”

“i’m fed up with you not being here with me”

Her house feels colder. Emelie, for the past three years, spent most of her time at Sefa’s house. It was just easier for them to be there. She lived almost an hour away and her job was the midpoint. It was a convenient thing —but he never truly asked her to move it, so much so that she had to pack her bags for weeks at a time. Yet, the past three hours in her own home makes her slightly uncomfortable.

Emelie sits on the edge of her bed on her phone. She sighs at a text message from Sefa. She’s not going to break up with, she loves him too much for that, but Emelie just wants him to understand that there needs to be something more.

The text message makes her smile softly.

sefa: emz, i love you so much and im sorry i haven’t made you feel like i do. but baby, you the love of my life and i promise you’ll never question it ever it again. okay? can you please come home?

Emelie sighs. A second message makes her get out of bed.

sefa: emelie, will you come home? come open the door.

A silly look passes on her face as she makes her way to her front door. She opens it slowly. Sefa stands there with a bowl. He opens it slowly and Emelie can’t help but laugh softly. In the bowl is what looks like some semblance of food, but she’s not sure what.

“I cooked you dinner, and I’m hopin’ we can eat it at home together.” Sefa gives her a sincere grin. “Emelie, forgive me baby and I’ll never take you for granted ever again.”

Emelie stares at him for a second and nods. “I forgive you, baby,”

Sefa sets the bowl down then pulls Emelie into him and plants a soft kiss on her lips. She melts into him and smiles until they pull away.

“I know this is a couple years overdue, but Emz, I want you to move in. I want you to feel comfortable. It’s always been our home and you should feel like it is.” Sefa moves her hair out of her face. “Is it a yes?”

“I just want us to have better communication,” Emelie searches his eyes. “But yes, I’ll move in with you, baby.” She smiles brightly, jumping into his arms.

“You know love is all I need”

Emelie stares into the mirror as she nitpicks her outfit. She spent over an hour trying to figure out what to wear until she landed on a little red dress Sefa bought for her years ago, she paired it with the highest heels she owns, and allowed her curls to fan out over her shoulder. Emelie smiles into the mirror. In all honesty, Sefa hinted at wanting to see her in the outfit tonight, so she obliged.

“Good enough to fuck,” she laughs at herself.

Since moving in, things have been… a work in progress. Things don’t change overnight, but Sefa is better at his communication and it’s made things easier to work on. Most days are easier than others, but five years makes you immune sometimes.

Tonight, Emelie decided to surprise him. In her sexiest outfit, she made his favorite meal, his second favorite dessert and kept his favorite dessert (her), ready to go.

Yet, the clock reads 10 and Emelie finds herself sitting alone at the dinner table. She looks down at her phone with a deep breath. She opens her text messages and sends him one message.

Emelie: hey baby, you coming home soon?

… then another fifteen minutes later.

Emelie: hey, are you okay?

… and another.

Emelie: Sefa. Just let me know you’re alive and safe.

Once the clock reads 11:45, Emelie is past the point of anger. He was supposed to be home at 8:30. She glances at her phone when he finally texts back and her jaw drops.

Sefa: damn emzzz, im otw

A ticking time bomb activates inside of her. She pushes her chair back and grabs the plates of food from the table. Emelie practically kicks down the door of the kitchen and marches to the trash can. Through the anger, she drops the food and the plates into the trash.

“He really must have me fucked up.” She grits.

Emelie paces the kitchen in hopes to calm herself down. Finally, she takes a massive breath and exits the kitchen in time to see Sefa walk through the door. Her eyes zeros in on him and he can see the anger in them.

“Baby, please, just come here.” He immediately runs towards and takes her hand. “Emz, lemme explain and I swear it’ll make sense.”

She doesn’t respond. Emelie can’t find a word to describe her anger nor her disappointment. Everything has been going so good and he goes and fucks it up like this.

“First of all, I’m sorry I ain’t text back or called before.” He cups her face. “I’m sorry about the dinner I know you cooked for us.” Sefa glances back at the table.

Emelie pouts softly as she feels the tears coming, “Sefa, what the fuck is up with you?”

“Baby, just come with me and I’ll show you.”

As hesitant as Emelie was, she followed him out to his car. It wasn’t too long of a drive and confusion knits on her face when they pull into a neighborhood. The houses are extravagant, not that Sefa’s house wasn’t already insane, but these were just insane!

Sefa opens the passenger side door and helps Emelie out.

“What are we doin’ here?” Emelie looks at him. “Whose fucking house is this?”

A look passes on Sefa’s face. He stares at Emelie then smiles, “This our house, baby.”

Emelie doesn’t move and she doesn’t say a word. Her mouth hangs open as she turns to look at it. It’s a house out of her pinterest board dreams.

“You’re fucking lying,” Emelie gasps and walks up to him. “You’re lying, is the bitch you’re fucking living here?” She jokes.

“Baby, the only person I’m fucking is you, and we live here.”

It was all too much. Emelie pulls him closer and crashes her lips onto his. The tears that were at bay earlier fall like a waterfall onto her cheek. Sefa hugs her waist tightly and hums.

“I know I’m not the easiest to love, Emelie, but you deserve this and more.” He peers into her eyes whilst holding her up. “I love you.”

Emelie rubs her nose against his, “I’ll always love, Sefa, no matter what.”

“Wanna go see inside?” Sefa whispers against her lips. “I think you gonna like the bedroom.”

Emelie bites her lip, “Of course.”

this was very fun to write, hope you all enjoyed it x

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WIP Wednesday (Even thought it's Saturday)

Thank you empressdede and @whatdoeseverybodywant for the tag. This has been sitting in my drafts since December. Enjoy!!

The Christmas Present

Jey's Annual Christmas Party

“There is nothing wrong with Sefa, take that back. Your being plan mean now,” I said offended as Tori one of the new divas was talking about him as he stood across the room totally unaware, or maybe he was, and he just didn’t give a shit what people thought of him.

He always moved in silence…Guarded and the halls always cleared when they saw him coming.

“Get real Eden, it has to be something wrong with him. He just stands there like a knot on a log and doesn’t say anything. I wonder does he show emotions when he has sex or is he like a robot,” she said as Trin interrupted her public undressing of the tribal heir.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with my brother-in-law, he just ain’t with the drama that ya’ll asses bring. Plus, he likes his women real, not surgically enhanced,” Trin said as I smiled at the offended look and Tori’s face before she stormed off.

“Damn tell her how you feel, Trin,” I laughed as she smiled.

“Girl, she mad because he won’t give her the time of day and he likes you,” Trin said winking at me as I shook my head at her before stealing a glance at the baby brother of the Fatu family.

I have to admit, I liked him too, but he was dangerous. They say the most dangerous man in the room is one that doesn’t know the power he has over others, and I don’t think he knows the power he truly has.

I was drawn to him, there was a sadness to him that just made me want to hold him.  

The chaos of the Christmas party long forgotten as I saw him talk to his brothers for a few minutes before going upstairs.

“When are you going to tell him, you like him?’ Trin asked as I sipped on my champagne. “I’m not ready to date yet, Trin,” I said as she scoffed.

“Bullshit It’s been over a year, you need to have some fun,” she said as her thoughts echoed in my mind.

My last relationship had me leery on letting someone into my life again. It’s not every day your boyfriend cheats on you with your cousin. I’m not scared to admit that it fucked me up, but I am slowly working through it.

“I’m going to tell him Merry Christmas, then order me an uber,” I said as she smirked at me.  “An uber? Girl, go upstairs and lay up under that man, stop playin’,” Trin said as I sighed.

“Uh, we are rarely home and I’m going to sleep in my own bed tonight, thank you very much. Plus, I’m sure Jey don’t want folks having sex in his house,” I said giving her a hug as she laughed.

“Aye, where my hug at?” Jey asked engulfing us both in his strong arms. “I really enjoyed the party boo, but I’m about to head out,” I said as he kissed my cheek.

“Head up and see lil bro before you leave. He’s in the spare bedroom, you know where it’s at,” he said as I gave him another hug before going upstairs. The music becoming fainter as I went to the other side of the house.

How do you tell someone you want them to rearrange your insides respectively without sounding desperate. Gently knocking on the door I leaned up against the frame, my hair flowing wild and free as I anxiously waited.

“Who is it?” He asked opening the door as I smiled trying to hide my nervousness. The shocked look on his face told me all I needed to know I made the right decision to come up to see him.

“Are you alone?” I asked as he nervously gulped but couldn’t resist being a smart ass. “Oh, I got a whole party going on in here, you don’t see all these people” he said smartly as I rolled my eyes “Always the smart ass,” I whispered as he cracked a smile.

 “It’s always just me, you know that,” he said as I built up my nerve.

 “Well, how would you like to have a real party for two?” I asked shyly as he opened the door wider allowing me inside as I put my coat on the dresser.

“I was just listening’ to some music on the tv to unwind,” he said clearing his throat going over to turn it off. “No, leave it on,” I whispered sitting down in the chair beside the bed as he turned it down a little and sat down on the bed.

“What happened you been avoiding me all night?” I asked truly wanting to know what was wrong. “I got some shit on my mind, I had to take the kids back to their mom and they didn’t want me to leave,” he said as I sympathized with him.

“I know it gets hard but it’s going to get better, I know it is. They know you love them and just keep making sure they know that.” Reaching over I rubbed his knee in support as he stoic expression never changed but he nodded.

“I just hate I won’t get to spend Christmas with them tomorrow, but I guess I should be thankful they got to open a few of their gifts from me tonight.”

 “Maybe you should call her and see could you stop in and just be there for when they open their other gifts tomorrow,” I suggested as he sighed pulling out his phone texting his ex-wife.  

I hoped she lets him do that, it’s bad enough she moved the kids back here to Pensacola without him knowing.

 I saw a small smile pass his face as he got a text alert. “She said I could come in the morning to see them open their gifts, and eat breakfast with them,” he said as I smiled brightly at him, truly happy for him.

“I’m glad she changed her mind, I can’t even imagine being without my baby on Christmas,” I said as he grabbed my hand, causing me to blush.

“Enough about me though, how is Kason?” he asked as I smiled brightly at the mention of my son’s name. “He’s great, my mom has him for tonight. She thought I needed the break.”

“You do, I mean your like superwoman. You make sure all our schedules are good and constantly taking care of us all. Then you’re a mom to a very busy ten-month-old. Hell, when we leave the building, your night is just getting started,” he said as I tried not to smile.

 He actually was taking notice and appreciative of my work and who I was as a person.

“Yea, it does but I’m just glad Joe talked them into getting me a bus so I can bring him on the road with me. I love how kid friendly the backstage atmosphere is now under Paul’s leadership.”

“Yea, he has that part down good. Now if only the gossip mill would stop wit they shit, maybe I could walk the halls and not be judged by people that don’t even know me,” his voice trailed off.

I knew he heard the whispers of our coworkers. They were afraid of him, they bought into the persona, but I knew better. He was shy and misunderstood but it was their loss and my gain.

“I wanna dance,” I said standing up and holding my hand out to him as his eyes seemed unsure. It was almost as if he wanted to look around to see if there was anyone else in the room with us.

“Uh, with me?” he asked as nodded, not trusting my voice. “It’s a lot that comes along with this and I know you ain’t ready,” Sefa whispered his eyes piercing my soul as I yearned for him.

“Stop worrying, I’m a big girl and I know what I want,” I said unashamed as he licked his lips. “Is that right? Well, tell me again what you want beautiful,” His deep voice awakening something within me that had been doormat for far too long.

“I want to dance with you…Right here…. Right now,” I declared as he stood up pulling me close, our foreheads touching as I caressed his face.

 His nervousness making me almost shy, but I knew if this was going to happen tonight, I needed to take charge. “Sefa, I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I whispered as his eyes found mine again.

Clearing his throat, I waited with bated breath for his answer. “I don’t wanna be alone tonight either,” he whispered nodding as I released the breath I was holding.

 “I was hoping you would say that,” I said, my fingers playing with his beard as he caressed my hips.

 Building up my courage, I tested the waters with a gentle kiss as a deep groan fell from his lips as we tasted each other.

Suddenly, Sefa pulled me closer, deepening our kiss making it even more impossible for me to gather my myself as he ravaged my mouth with his. My hands gripping the back of his shirt as I whimpered against his lips in pleasure.

His kisses, powerful and intentional as I weakened in his arms.

“Mm, Sefa”, I gasped as he released my lips. Shit, he can kiss, and he knew it by the sly smile that adorned his handsome face as we both caught our breaths.

  “You sure?” he asked as I nodded, his hands caressing my face as he claimed my lips again.

“Mmm, tell me you want me and that I ain’t trippin’ right now,” he whispered, his passionate gaze making me fall even deeper under his spell.

“Yes, I want you,” I moaned as his thumb caressed my lower lip. “You want my head between your thighs eatin' that sweet pussy don’t you?”

 His deep voice sending shivers down my spine as I purred in anticipation.

“Yes! Please Sefa,” I begged unashamed, yearning to be claimed as he licked his lips.

“You want all this dick up in dat pussy rearranging them tight walls don’t you?”

Fuck, he knew his power, and I was already under his spell, ready and willing as I whimpered against him unable to speak.

“Are you ready for all of me Eden, I can be a lot baby, but I promise you ain’t gon’ never forget me.”  

I nodded, rendered powerless as his lips slowly descended upon mine, our kisses becoming deeper and more desperate by the second.

“Yes, take me,” I gasped finally finding my voice as we fell onto the bed.  Our lips and hands exploring each other desperately. “You sure?” he whispered against my lips, as I nodded again.

 “Let me here you, Eden. Do you want me?” he groaned, grabbing my hands pinning them above my head as he towered over me .

 “I want you,” I moaned as a low growl fell from his lips. “I want you too,” he moaned claiming my lips again with urgency as I gasped at the intensity but welcomed it.  

I was losing myself, losing myself in him and I loved it.

Whimpering against his mouth, he abruptly released my lips and let my hands go. “Why did you stop?” I panted trying to catch my breath as he searched my face for discomfort.

 “I knew you weren’t ready for this; I’m moving too fast.  Your scared of me, aren’t you?” he asked as I looked at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” I asked not getting how he gathered that conclusion.

“Look, I can take it alright, just tell me your scared of me like everybody els is," he said as I sat up beside him still trying to catch my breath.

“Scared of you? Boy, if anything I needed to breathe so I wouldn’t die on your ass,” I said as he looked at me in confusion.

“I’m serious Sefa, whether you know it or not, your very intense and I like it. It actually makes it hard for me to not lose myself around you,” I confessed as he searched my eyes for any deception in my words.  

 “I’m not scared of you Sefa, if I was, I wouldn’t have come up her,” I said reaching over and placing my hand on his knee.

“You sure you’re not scared?  You would tell me, right?” he asked as I smiled at him.

“Now, if you would have asked me this last year, I would have said yes without a second thought. But, I know you now, and up under that tough enforcer attitude you’re a teddy bear,” I said getting up off the bed and going over to the table to fix me a shot of Tequilla.

“I couldn’t tell that you were scared, you chewed my ass out for not speaking to you the first time we ever talked,” he said as I laughed.

“Hell, its rude to not to say at least hello to someone when they speak to you.”

“A’ight you right, I was wrong,” he said as an idea popped into my head.

“Now, since we got that covered, how bout we get out of here and go to my house. I have a beautiful view of the beach and plenty of privacy,” I offered as he stood up slowly walking towards me.

“Going somewhere more private sounds perfect, I mean we don’t need everybody in our business,” he said as I nodded in agreement. Last thing any of us needed was the gossip mill in our business.

 “I’m happy we’re on the same page, let’s get out of here.”

It was easy to sneak away as the party was in full swing, but Sefa shot Jey a text to let him know he was taking me home and would hit him up later.

The ride to my house at first was quiet but something shifted in the atmosphere as leaned over and playfully nipped at his neck as he drove.

“You playin’ a dangerous game Eden,” he growled as I smiled against his neck slowly reaching down, slipping my hands inside his sweats as he groaned.

“Mmhm, a big dangerous game at that and I can’t wait to play,” I whispered in his ear, as I slowly began to stroke him.

 “Damn, you like playin’ with danger, don’t you?” he moaned as I smiled against his neck. His breathing became more ragged as his hands gripped the steering wheel.

 “Yes, now eyes on the road, I got you,” I whispered as he groaned in appreciation. “Mm, shit… Well, go on then and do your thang.”

 My mama ain’t raised no punk, so Sefa’s bout to get a preview of what’s to come. I just pray it don’t get us killed.

“Make the next right and go about two miles up the road, my house is the last one up on the hill,” I whispered in his ear as one of his hands caressed my thigh.

 “I’mma tear dat pussy up, you know dat right,” he moaned. His deep voice echoing throughout the car and making me even wetter than I already was as I continued to stroke him.

 “Yes, and I can’t wait,” I whispered as his grip on the wheel tightened. “Are we almost there?” he gasped as I smirked knowing he was close as I decided to talk him through it.

“You like my hands pleasing you, don’t you?” I asked as he nodded in concentration putting his other hand back on the wheel.

“Don’t hold back, I want you to let go,” I encouraged as he melted into me. “There is my house, turn in and park,” I said as he quickly pulled into my driveway, throwing the car in park and cutting it off.

"Now, keep your hands on the wheel,” I said as he turned, resting his forehead against mine, keeping his hands on the wheel as I continued to please him.

“Why did you come with me tonight?” I whispered, licking his lips as groaned catching my tongue between his lips as we shared a sloppy wet kiss.

 “Mmm, you know why. Tell me why you wanted me to come?” he moaned, trying to regain control of the situation.

“I wanted you to devour this pussy,” I whispered as he moaned against my lips.

“Now you tell me why you came? Tell me Sefa,” I whispered, beginning to stroke him faster as he gasped.

 “I wanted to have you all to myself and make you scream my fuckin’ name all night long,” he growled grasping my face and claiming my lips in a passionate kiss as he came.

His body trembling as he found his much-needed release. Looking handsome more than ever as he rode out his climax as I watched in awe.

Yea, he defiantly needed that, and I was happy to help.  

“Damn Eden, that was-” he moaned caressing my face, not able to finish his sentence, I smiled.

“It was my pleasure,” I whispered tenderly kissing his lips.

“Now, let me see if you taste as good as you look right now,” I said as he watched me through heavy lids.  

Slowly I leaned down, and licked his cum off of his stomach as he gasped in shock at my actions. Not leaving a single drop, I then slid back into my seat. “Let me see Eden, open up beautiful.” Staring innocently at him, I opened my mouth and released my tongue for him to see.

 “Fuck, dats what I’m talkin’ bout. Mmhm, now swallow dat shit,” he commanded as I did as he instructed.

“Mmm, you taste good,” I whispered licking my lips as he moaned. His powerful gaze awakening the woman within me.   

“You askin’ for trouble,” he hissed as I smirked, before exiting the car as he readjusted himself back into his sweats.

Anxiously, I went to unlock the front door, before turning around to see if Sefa was behind me, but he was still sitting in the car in a daze.

“Stop overthinking Sefa, it’s no rules here,” I said going inside and heading upstairs, dropping articles of clothing along the way as I made my way to my room.

 Hearing his footsteps, I sat down on the side of the bed, crossing my legs wearing only my black stilettos and a smile.

In all honesty I was scared to death, but excited if that made sense.

 My heart began to race as Sefa appeared in the doorway in all his naked glory. My pussy drippin’ and throbbing in anticipation, knowing at any moment he was going to completely engulf me within his flame, and I couldn’t wait.

“I see your waiting for me like a good girl,” he whispered as I smiled holding out my hand to him as he came closer.

“I see you’re ready again,” I whispered looking at his throbbing erection as he smirked.  “Oh, I stay ready and you betta be ready,” he said his voice making me wet as fuck as I moaned at his words.

“Come find out,” I whispered as he took my hand and smiled.  “Are you sure?” he asked once again kneeling before me as I smiled.

 “More than you’ll ever know,” I said as our lips met in another passionate kiss.

 “Merry Christmas, Sefa.”

 “Merry Christmas, Eden” he whispered easing me back onto the bed as I welcomed all of him.  His hands caressing my body as raked my nails down his back in pleasure as he nibbled and sucked on my breasts.

 “Let me see if you taste as good as I imagined,” he panted moving his kisses to my stomach as I gasped.  Fuck, with how this man kisses I know he can give some bomb ass head.

“Are you gon’ give it all to me like a good girl?” Sefa asked dipping his tongue into my belly button as I moaned, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yes! I’mma give it all to you,” I moaned staring down at him in anticipation as he wore a mischievous smirk as my body trembled.

“Well, let me open up my first Christmas present then,” he whispered as his head disappeared between my thighs.

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“PuT iT dOwN” sir…. You left it😂😂

[vanityangel]

Joseph Fatu (Pre-WWE Debut Solo Sikoa) as Taz — The Destroyer (2018) dir. Karyn Kusama

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Diamond

sefa fatu x black oc

Kya (key-uh) “Diamond” Parker

36 - Strip Club Owner

Sefa “Solo” Fatu

27 - plug / bloodline associated

Minnie “mimi” Carson

25 - pick me/ex

Karmen “Karma” Brown

34 - stylist at club / best friend

Quan “2shot” Demarion

38 - Crazy Ex / Oldhead

Shantelle “Sis” Parker

51 - Kya’s Mom / Ex Queen pin

[empressdede]

Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 1

Chapter One

“We’ll have Kayla give you the run around with how everything should be set up and she’ll help you get things going. Congratulations on your first day, good luck.” Eddie, a backstage producer had told me before walking off.

I was just hired on as an interviewer for WWE and I couldn’t really say I was that excited. Although this is a big opportunity for me, there was a couple people from my past who were here that I wish I could’ve left in the past.

But when my best friend, Jada, told me about the opportunity, I couldn’t let it slip through my fingers.

“I know it may seem scary but once you get acquainted with everyone, it’ll be easier for you.” Kayla starts as she takes over the tour. “Everyone here is very nice, so don’t be intimidated so easily.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head at her. “Kayla I don’t think there’s a person here who can intimidate me. I don’t frighten easy.” It was true though. No matter how big, tall or muscular someone could be, it didn’t phase me at all. Not even a little bit.

Kayla laughed right back, “Okay, Good. I know most people come in and they’re so afraid to mess up because they work for such a big company; but I think you have enough confidence to do a great job.”

“Thank you Kayla, that really means a lot coming from you.”

“No problem girl. We’ll go around and introduce you to everyone backstage so that you can-“

“I know that ain’t who I think it is!” A voice called out from afar, and I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes. So much for keeping them in the past.

Kayla and I turned around to watched the entire bloodline walk up to us. Unfortunately I grew up with these fools, our parents were close and they always had us hanging out together. The Uso brothers and Roman were older so they didn’t hang out with me as much as their little brother did.

“We heard you was coming, but we thought Ma was just talking just to talk. Damn, look at lil Sorai.” Jonathon teased as he pulled me into a hug.

I gave him the hug in return but kept it short, pulling away from him. “I’m not lil Sorai, I’m grown now Jon.”

Joshua threw his arm around my neck to pull me into a hug as well. “She think cause she gain a lil weight she grown.” Josh laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m a grown women, thank you.” I stated, pulling back from that hug as well. “I pay big girl bills now just like the rest of em.”

“Don’t think just cause you ‘grown’ you think you can walk around doing whatever. Joe on a mission to keep that whole locker room away from you.” Josh stated, throwing quotations around the word ‘grown’ as if it meant nothing to him.

And in reality, it probably didn’t. Seeing these boys did nothing but push those big brother instincts that they had over me back in high school.

They would run everyone away from me if they could. No boy stood a chance against these boys, and I wasn’t about to let them repeat my high school life all over again.

“Guys, Its been a couple of year. Don’t you think it’s time to drop this big brother act already? I mean We’re all grown now.”

It was Joe who spoke up this time. “Grown? You think she look grown Josh?”

“Nah not even a little bit, what about you Uce?” Josh asked, turning to his twin.

“Still look like the same lil Sorai from the playground. Ain’t that right Solo?” Jon asked his little brother.

Solo stared at me with the most intense look in his eyes before answering his brother. “Yeah, same lil Sorai from the playground.” He agreed, a small smirk on his face.

Solo fucking Sikoa. Damn I couldn’t stand him. Ever since we were kids, he would always teased me about every little thing and made sure to irritate my last nerve just to get a laugh. But it wouldn’t be like that this time around, I’m gonna make sure of that.

“I see you still can’t stand up for yourself Sefa. Guess some things never change.”

“It’s Solo.” He tried to correct but I shrugged him off turning to Kayla who looked amused from the whole interaction.

“Kayla, these fools are my wanna be brothers who tried to scare everyone away from me back in high school.” I stated, giving her the history of how I knew them.

“We don’t try to do nothing. We’ve successfully ran every lame away from lil Sorai because she don’t got time for heart break.” Jon bragged which caused me to roll my eyes.

“It’s a little too late for that. Listen as much as I would love to play catch up, Me and Kayla got things to do and I won’t be caught slacking on my first day. “ I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction of the group of boys to follow Kayla to wherever she had to take me.

“Aye Kayla, when y’all finish up bring her to our locker room so she can know where its at. That way we can play catch up!” Jonathan called out. Kayla let out a shout of agreement with a playful smirk on her face as we continued down the hall.

“So,” Kayla started as soon as we were out of earshot. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” She asked teasingly.

Oh Lord.

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wanted to start off making a good impression, so here y’all go! 😅😅

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I’m Ready.

y’all ever feel that chu can’t do something? ever? like your life doesn’t fit with said something. well, that’s how jey (josh) felt towards coco. his party animal life didn’t suit with coco’s dream life. for him, it was too settled.. too rushed. sure, he loved her but was he willing to risk freedom for her expectations? ↴↴

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*Not proof read

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(3rd person POV)

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 (𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐲𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐞)

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Jones was getting ready to hop in the shower before she got a WhatsApp notification from her friend, Trinity (or some like to call her Naomi). Coco ignored the message, played her shower playlist and stepped into the shower. She closed her eyes and swayed her hips to the music as she felt the hot water comfortably burn down her skin.

She was really getting into it before her music stopped. What the heck? That question lingered in her head, not for long though as she heard her iPhone ringtone coming from her phone. Coco sighed as she looked through the glass mirror cover bit of her shower to see the contact name.

“WhatsApp call incoming: trintwin 💕💚”

The 5’10 woman felt as if to laugh. Is she serious? Coco waited for the ringing to end and her music to play, and it did just that. Around 20 minutes later, she stepped out and grabbed her towel to wrap around her slim, ebony body. Entering her room and drying off, Courtney went on her missed calls list, tapped on her friend’s name and calling her again. After one ring, Naomi picked up.

Here’s how that convo went:

T: GIRL, I BEEN CALLING YOU!

C: Chill, boo, I was in the shower. ‘nyways wassuh?

T: Yuh, uh-huh, anyways Jon’s going out and asked me to accompany him, I do wanna go but not without my girls. I texted and called Jade, Bianca, Nikki and Brie already, telling them to bring their mans but I can’t leave my fav out! So whatchu say?

Coco sucked her teeth and giggled a bit. They had only known each other for a month through mutual friends and with their busy schedule, they never really had the chance to hang out. Despite the fact that it is in a group, it would still be nice to catch up on things with her.

C: Nope, I’ve got no plans for the day and I desire to keep it like that, thanks though!

T: Oh, it wasn’t a question. Be ready by 8 later this night. Before you say anything, I do know that it is currently 11AM but I didn’t want to forget to ask you. Please come, it’s our day off, we both barely get those, and it’s time to let your guard down and relax with the girlies for a bit!

Trinity was a master at persuading people because after that, Coco had reluctantly agreed to her invite. She wasn’t going to lie, she was playing hard to get as she was feeling a tad bit excited to go out and enjoy herself for the night; she did have nothing to do after all.

( 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝟳𝗣𝗠, 𝗖𝗢𝗖𝗢 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗣 )

Coco was listening to her song, ICU, while doing her hair and makeup, until she received a text notification from Trinity. She stopped everything that she was doing to pick up her phone and take a look. Tutting, she picked the iPhone 14 pro up and took a look at what Trin had said.

‘Change of plans, we’re leaving in around 30 minutes, so you should probably start getting ready to leave. Sorry for the inconvenience!’

Coco dropped her phone down and sighed. This just annoyed her. She’s near the end of her makeup and doesn’t know what jewelry she was going to where. What perfume, what bag, shoes..

That was very important to her! Nevertheless, she had to round up what she was doing-so she quickly finished off her making, though making sure not to rush, found a cute purse to match with her CUTE outfit and of course had to finish off the look with some gold accessories and shoes. Adding a bit of her Clive Christian - X Feminine Perfume into the mix before she was set to go.

That must’ve taken around 45 minutes, but if they were to be disappointed it would be their fault for changing plans on such short notice.

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— AT THE CLUB —

Coco entered the club, immediately surrounded by the smell of booze and the sound of blasting music coming from the speakers that are seen to be nearly everywhere in the club.

(COCO’s POV)

The club stank of richness. I didn’t consider myself to be rich and famous, just upper-middle class and well-known. Most would disagree. Anyways, I looked around the club, searching for my friends. The bar…nope. I turned my head to the right and couldn’t see anybody. I looked to the left and saw a big group of people. Without thinking twice, I began to walk towards them until I realized they were complete strangers. I took my phone out from my purse and was going to text Trinity until I heard her forever cheerful voice.

“Girrrlll! You came! We all thought you was gon stand us up, come with me” Not giving me a chance to reply, she took me in her arms and lead me upstairs. I figured a bit ago that that kind of annoys me. I ignore it though, because that’s my homegirl! Dang, ian knew this place had an upstairs. I thought, mentally rubbing the back of my neck.

A few minutes later after walking through a closed off hallway, we arrived in front of a door that had two security in front of it and a label on the entry that ‘Door 13: V.I.P Only’. Taking a quick second to myself, I looked around and noticed that there were other VIP rooms around us. We stepped inside and I noticed everybody that was there.

(incoming wrestler’s stage names and real life partner’s names- mind yu, main characs in this story won’t be called by their real names)

Jon, Kofi, Xavier, Bianca, Montez, Jade, Brandon, Liv, Jordynne, Bayley and … JOSHUA?!

He looked up from his phone, staring at my surprised face in shock aswell. Oops, guess I said that out loud. I turned to Trinity and hit her playfully, my jaw still dropped. “Uh, trin! You ain’t never said anything about him being here!”

She shrugged and sat back down next to Jonathan. The others looked uninterested, everybody except from Bayley and Liv, the only females without a partner. Bianca and Jade were going to greet me but obviously I was busy and they were busy too, having deeps with their partners. Josh approached me and suddenly I tensed up.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented. “Thanks” I replied back. “Can we talk over there?” Joshua gestured to an empty space: the bar.

“Um, sure”

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OKAY, YALL? WHAT YALL THINK?? Mb, yall im not very good at English and i often get messed up with uk vs us words so yea.. anywayss, lmk what yu think? 💭 🩷‼️

[harmshake]

Solo Sikoa x Black Fem Reader | 18+, NSFW, a lil fluff, scratching, smut | ~700 words

a/n: Just a lil something I felt inspired to write after SmackDown because our, er, "Tribal Chief" looked real goodt in that promo. 🥹

Happy reading! Read my other Solo fics here, if you'd like. ✨

You knew better than to leave marks on him. His skin was the shade of brown beige that took on fresh colors too strikingly, red cuts and purple bruises that lingered for days or weeks. But it was his fault. He shouldn't have fucked you like that.

You warned him. In so many words, at least. Your mouth pressed beneath his collarbone, a gasp and a moan smeared to his skin as he pressed his weight to you between your thighs. Stroking and pounding. He buried his face in your afro curls, his warm, husky breaths grazing your scalp as he pulled one of your thighs higher up on his waist while he pinned the other down to his bed, tangling you up with his strong arms to hold you in place. Your arms were already tangled around him because you didn't want him to move, anyway. God, not when he was hitting your spot like that...

You warned him. You cried his name and he moaned yours back, his lips smudging hot, wet kisses on your neck and jaw before he pulled your lips to his. He tasted like the sweat that touched his pretty face, that glistened on his back beneath your fingertips and nails. Nails that you clawed at him with. You weren't trying to hurt him. It was just that he was hurting you, making it hurt so damn good as he stroked that spot that you started to cum hard, squeezed your eyes shut hard, and dug your nails into his tender flesh hard.

You needed something to hold on to and he was the only thing all around you, all in you, deep, heavy thrusts, his deep voice grunting your name again. "Say my name." He demanded it. You held onto him for dear life because your body was trying to float away into paradise and your breath was trying to escape there, too."Say my fuckin' name, baby." He kissed you when you tried again and you were trying.

"Sefa…daddy..." You panted pathetically and the sound of you struggling made him grunt again, made him pound into you with abandon. You hissed and so did he as you ran your nails down his back until your hands cupped his ass to motivate him to keep that rhythm because oh, god. "Don't stop, daddy...fuck this pussy, unhh, shit. Cum in m-me."

And he didn't stop. Not even when your thighs were shaking so bad that he couldn't do a damn thing about it—he just held you tighter, kissed you rougher, and pumped his seed into you over and over, your shaking thighs locking around his hips. He shook now and nudged his forehead to yours, cursing and whimpering that he loved you as he let himself stay trapped in you, his arms still hooked around you, too, before you both slowly found the strength to untangle. He laid next to you then, resting his head on your stomach with his arm draped over your hips.

"Baby, what I told you 'bout scratchin' on me?" he huffed. No malice in his gruff, handsome tone. And he wouldn't dare try you, anyhow. It was his fault. You gently combed your fingers through the tuft of bleach-blond, silky hair atop his head, your eyes falling down his neck and spine where you saw those red, harsh streaks adding tattoos to his back.

"I'm sorry. Love you." You offered the delicate words with a delicate tracing of your middle fingertip on one of those streaks, feeling his slick, warm muscles flex under your touch.

"Um, ouch," Sefa groaned but then hummed with a little laugh. "They gonna have to put makeup on me now. And watch that shit come off two minutes into a match."

"Well...don't fuck me like that anymore."

He glanced up at you, his chin on your belly as he mean-mugged you and sucked his teeth, making you laugh this time. "You don't mean that. Not how you nut on this dick when I do."

"Yeah, you right. Guess you just gotta deal with it, baby."

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Marks

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[xoxorealitygalore]

Nasty Dancer IX

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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noitsreallyaphrodite Tell me you don't never wanna lose me 🥀

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SmackDown at the Capital One Arena was set to be another electrifying episode, with the atmosphere buzzing in anticipation of the night’s events. The crowd was already roaring with excitement as they filled the massive arena, creating an exciting energy that could only be matched by the sheer intensity of the competitors and storylines that had been building for weeks.

The opening of the show saw Wade Barrett stepping into the spotlight. With his gravelly voice and undeniable charisma, he started by addressing the absence of Joe Tessitore, who had been missing from his usual post. Barrett took the opportunity to fill the audience in on the situation before Vic Joseph threw to a video recap of last week's show.

As the camera transitioned from the recap, the unmistakable music of Cody Rhodes hit the arena, and the crowd went wild. Cody was known for his passion and larger-than-life personality, and he had a message to share with the world. The air in the arena was thick with anticipation as the American Nightmare made his way down the ramp.

Upon entering the ring, Rhodes immediately took to the microphone, ready to kick off his segment. His voice boomed through the speakers, holding the crowd's attention. "WrestleMania is right around the corner," Cody began, teasing his fans with the idea of his potential opponents. "But, I need to know what you think. Who should I face?" He started to run through a few options, with the fans voicing their opinions loudly in the form of cheers and boos. The energy in the building was electric as Cody bantered with the audience, feeding off their reactions.

However, Cody was interrupted before he could say much more, and the unmistakable sound of Drew McIntyre’s music echoed throughout the arena. The tension rose as the Scottish Warrior made his way to the ring, his eyes locked on Cody. The two men exchanged looks, and the air grew thick with the promise of an impending clash between them.

But before anything could happen, a new figure emerged from the backstage area: Jacob Fatu. He strutted down the ramp with a sense of purpose, his eyes focused on the ring. As he entered the squared circle, his imposing presence filled the space. "The title belongs with my family," Jacob declared, his words resonating with a sense of pride and determination. His family’s legacy was at stake, and Jacob was there to stake his claim.

Just as things were beginning to heat up, the video screen behind them flickered to life, showing the image of Solo Sikoa walking backstage. Solo wasn’t alone, though, beside him, in a striking contrast, stood Aphrodite, dressed in all white. Her elegance seemed to light up the screen, contrasting sharply with the gritty environment of the arena. Jacob’s expression shifted immediately, his face hardening as he noticed them. His frustration was noticeable, but before he could voice his displeasure, a moment of silence hung in the air.

"I get the first word with Solo," Jacob said to Cody, his tone sharp. But Cody, ever the confident showman, responded with a quiet yet firm, "I'll get the last." The words hung in the air for a moment as the tension between the three men simmered. After a brief exchange of words, the scene cut away from the ring, and the camera shifted to the backstage area. It was there that the dynamics of the evening truly began to shift.

Backstage, Joseph shared a private moment with Aphrodite. They were a striking pair, their chemistry undeniable as they conversed in hushed tones. "I hate that our first Valentine's Day together again had to be spent at work," Joseph said softly, his voice laden with genuine affection. Aphrodite, looking up at him with a gentle smile, brushed a strand of hair from her face. "We can do a late dinner after the show," she replied, her voice tender yet filled with warmth.

As their conversation continued, Joseph leaned in to kiss Aphrodite, but she playfully pushed him away, her laughter filling the small space. "Stop it. We’re at work," she reminded him, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching. Unfortunately, someone had indeed seen them.

Savelina caught sight of the exchange. A smirk spread across her face as she approached, clearly enjoying the moment. "Oh! I know I ain't just see what I saw," she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Joseph simply grinned. "You did," he confirmed, his voice dripping with a mix of humor and pride.

The interaction between the three of them continued for a while, with Savelina soaking in every detail of the unfolding relationship. Her smirk never wavered as the trio continued their conversation. But, as all things in the world of wrestling often go, duty called. Joseph and Aphrodite had to part ways to film another backstage segment, and the camera followed them as they made their way through the maze of corridors.

Meanwhile, backstage tensions were rising. Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga were seen searching for Solo Sikoa. The two of them were intent on finding their family member, but Solo, visibly distraught, wasn’t exactly in the mood to engage. "I need time off. I let the family down," Solo admitted, his voice heavy with regret. He said he loved Jacob, but that didn’t seem to alleviate the sense of disappointment in Jacob’s eyes. With nothing else to say, Jacob and Tonga walked away from Solo, leaving the tension unresolved.

It was then that Aphrodite, ever the supportive figure, stepped in. She placed a hand on Solo’s shoulder, offering him some comfort in his moment of vulnerability. The two lingered backstage, their presence a silent support for the conflicted man. It wasn’t long before the main event rolled around, and the camera crew once again shifted its focus to the action.

The triple threat match for a spot in the Elimination Chamber had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Jacob Fatu, Braun Strowman, and Damian Priest were set to clash in a contest that would determine who would earn the coveted spot in the upcoming pay-per-view match. The bell rang, and the action erupted immediately.

Jacob and Damian wasted no time, quickly ganging up on Braun and sending him crashing out of the ring. For a moment, it seemed like Braun was the odd man out, but his raw power wasn’t to be underestimated. As the match progressed, Braun began to show signs of his dominance, launching a rampage that shook the ring. But Jacob and Damian, in a clear attempt to build their individual feud, went after each other relentlessly.

At one point, Solo, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared to lend Jacob a helping hand. But to Cody Rhodes’ surprise, he quickly ran to the ring to fight Solo off. The situation quickly escalated as Tama Tonga joined in the fray, but Cody, in a burst of intensity, managed to get the better of them.

From the ring, Jacob saw Solo hit Tama Tonga, and his reaction was one of fury. He assumed it was an intentional attack, one that broke the fragile trust between him and his family. The chaos that followed was a blur as all three men seemed to be locked in a battle of wills. But in the end, it was Damian Priest who emerged victorious, securing the final spot in the Elimination Chamber.

After the match, there was a brief, unexpected moment of respect between Cody Rhodes and Damian Priest. They shared a handshake, a gesture that spoke volumes about their mutual understanding of the stakes that had been raised in the fight.

Once the camera cut away from the action, the focus shifted to the backstage area once more. Joseph was seen returning, his body language telling the story of a long night. Aphrodite was waiting for him, and as the camera crew captured their exchange, Aphrodite spoke quietly. "They’ll understand soon," she told Joseph, her voice filled with quiet confidence.

The moment between the two of them felt intimate, almost like a promise of things to come. The tension of the night slowly started to ebb away, replaced by the comfort they found in each other’s presence.

As the camera crew wrapped up for the evening, Joseph and Aphrodite made their way towards the locker rooms. "I found a Mexican restaurant that stays open late," Joseph said with a grin. "I made us a reservation." Aphrodite, her face lighting up at the mention of food, nodded in agreement. "Okay, go get cleaned up and we can leave to head over there," she replied, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Joseph made his way to the men’s locker room, ready to clean up after the chaotic night, while Aphrodite, in her own way, ran into Trinity and Jon. "What are y’all doing tonight?" Jon asked, his tone light and teasing.

"We’re going to a Mexican restaurant," Aphrodite answered with a playful smile.

Jon’s words, however, caught her a bit off guard. "You kids be safe, use protection," he joked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Trinity, ever the voice of reason, slapped Jon’s chest in mock disapproval. "Ignore him," she told Aphrodite with a wink.

"I will," Aphrodite replied with a laugh. "Joseph and I are taking things slow," she added.

noitsreallyaphrodite 1h

The Mexican restaurant was a hidden gem, a place of warmth that seemed to wrap itself around you the moment you stepped inside.

The walls were painted in vibrant hues of red, yellow, and orange, each shade adding to the lively, yet inviting atmosphere. Intricately painted tiles adorned the walls, telling stories of Mexican culture and traditions. The soft, earthy tones of brown and terracotta grounded the space, giving it a welcoming feel. Above them, dim lighting hung like a soft embrace, casting a gentle glow over everything and creating an intimate atmosphere that felt both cozy and romantic.

The hostess greeted them with a warm smile, leading Joseph and Aphrodite through the restaurant’s warm, bustling interior to a private area tucked away from the main dining room. The space was secluded enough to offer them a sense of solitude but close enough to feel the pulse of the restaurant’s lively energy, a perfect balance for a quiet late evening.

The table was set for the occasion: a bouquet of fresh flowers sat in the center, their vibrant colors bursting against the soft glow of flickering candles. Delicate flower petals were scattered across the table, adding a subtle touch of romance.

Aphrodite’s eyes sparkled as she took in the scene, a soft smile playing on her lips. The thoughtfulness behind Joseph’s choice of this particular restaurant didn’t escape her, and she appreciated the effort he’d put into making their Valentine’s Day dinner special.

As they settled into their seats, Joseph couldn’t help but feel the tension in his body slowly unwind. The chaos of the wrestling world, the endless demands of their professional lives, and the weight of the day seemed to melt away. Here, in this warm, intimate space, all of that felt distant.

Aphrodite reached across the table, her hand brushing gently against his. The touch was soft, deliberate, and full of meaning.

Joseph felt it instantly, the warmth of her hand, the sincerity in her eyes. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes. It said everything he needed to hear: she was here, present with him in this moment, and nothing else mattered.

He met her gaze, his grip tightening slightly around her hand. There was something about the way she spoke, the quiet confidence in her words, that made him believe in the future where, despite all the turbulence and uncertainty, they would find their way.

In the face of the unknown, her words were like a lighthouse in a storm. They were a promise, unspoken but clear, that no matter what life threw at them, they would be okay.

The quiet reassurance between them was enough. They didn’t need grand gestures, lofty promises, or dramatic declarations. For now, in this small, peaceful corner of the world, they simply existed together. And that was all they needed.

As the evening wore on, their conversation naturally flowed from one topic to the next. It started with light-hearted banter, discussing the absurdities of life on the road like the bizarre encounters with fans, the strange habits of their colleagues, and the quirks of their backstage world. But as they continued, the conversation deepened, and they began to open up to each other about more personal matters.

With each passing moment, Joseph felt the distance between them dissolve further, until it felt as though there was no space left to close. He could feel the connection growing stronger, not just as a couple, but as two people who had truly found each other.

When their margaritas arrived, they clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out softly in the quiet space. A gentle laugh followed, blending with the soft, ambient music playing in the background. The night outside seemed quieter as if the world itself had paused for a moment, allowing them to bask in this peaceful solitude.

Aphrodite leaned back in her chair, her eyes half-closed in contentment as she sighed. "This was nice," she said, her voice full of quiet satisfaction. "I needed this. Just to get away from everything, you know?"

Joseph smiled warmly, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "Me too," he said quietly, his tone carrying an unspoken agreement.

Aphrodite nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before she spoke again. "Sometimes I think we forget to appreciate these little things. It's easy to get caught up in the chaos."

Joseph’s smile softened further, and he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "We don’t forget, Aphrodite. We just get distracted. But we always find our way back, don’t we?"

She nodded, her eyes locking with his in a way that conveyed everything they both knew without saying a word. There was no need for further explanation. The bond between them was unspoken, understood without question. It was in the small, simple moments, the quiet exchange of a meal, the shared look, the way they could sit together in complete silence and feel entirely at peace.

As they finished their meal, the evening seemed to stretch on, the world outside slowing down just for them. The sounds of laughter and conversation from the rest of the restaurant began to fade into the background as the final moments of their dinner stretched on. Time felt less important here, what mattered was the presence they shared in this moment, in this space.

Eventually, the check arrived. They paid with the same quiet satisfaction that had marked the entire evening. There were no grand gestures, no extravagant displays of affection just a simple exchange between two people who had found something real, something genuine in each other.

As they walked out of the restaurant, the cool night air greeted them again, but it didn’t feel harsh. Instead, it was refreshing, like a reminder that the world outside was still moving, still full of noise and energy but here, with them, all of that could be left behind. For a while, they didn’t need to engage with the outside world. This moment, this night, was theirs.

The drive back to the hotel was as calm as the journey to the restaurant had been. The streets were quiet, and the city lights shimmered through the windows of the car, their reflections dancing across the surfaces. There was no need for conversation. The comfort of each other’s presence was enough. They didn’t need to fill the silence with anything more than what was already between them.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, they exchanged a brief, knowing look, no words were necessary. They both understood. The night had been everything they needed it to be.

And as they walked toward the elevator, Joseph couldn’t help but smile. Tonight had been perfect.

noitsreallyaphrodite 5m

It was Sunday afternoon as Aphrodite stood in the warmth of her home, her eyes flickering from one bouquet to the next, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of vibrant blooms she had received for Valentine’s Day.

The fourteen bouquets, each a beautiful arrangement from friends and family, were a testament to how much she was loved. Alongside them, four additional bouquets from Joseph stood proudly, each one a symbol of his affection and care. It wasn’t lost on her how much effort he was putting into their relationship.

The sun streamed in through the large windows of her living room, casting long shadows on the polished hardwood floor. Aphrodite’s mind, however, was far from the peaceful serenity of her surroundings.

Instead, her thoughts swirled, as she tried to figure out how to arrange the flowers, knowing that her garden was already starting to overflow with colorful blooms. She had become quite the expert gardener over the years, each season seeing her add new and exciting plants to her outdoor sanctuary. Yet, today, with so many flowers to deal with, she was at a loss.

Before she could settle on a plan, the door creaked open, and in walked her best friends, Jatae and Mona. Their presence was always a welcome distraction from the chaos of her thoughts.

“I think you may need to buy the house next door for their backyard, Dottie,” Mona said, taking in the view of the flowers. Her voice was filled with amusement as she surveyed the scene.

Jatae, ever the more serious one, simply nodded in agreement. “You think I should? I’ve been thinking about pulling a Kardashian and buying both houses on either side of mine and making a compound,” Aphrodite said, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.

Mona raised an eyebrow. “Why would you need a compound?”

“It’s just an idea,” Aphrodite said quickly, not really meaning it but secretly enjoying the fantasy of it all. A compound, she thought. It would certainly make it easier to store all these flowers.

Jatae let out a low chuckle. “She may be trying to pull a Kardashian and have a boatload of kids.”

Aphrodite rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon,” she said, though a quiet part of her did wonder what that life might be like.

The thought was nice, having a big family, maybe a few kids running around in the yard, laughter filling the air but it wasn’t something she was ready for yet.

Joseph’s name lingered in her thoughts as Jatae spoke again, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Oh, so that means things with Joseph are going well. Maybe that’s why you didn’t invite India to plant flowers with us today?”

Aphrodite’s smile faltered for a moment. “Things are okay with Joseph,” she said, trying to sound casual. “And I did invite India, she heard flowers and immediately declined,” Aphrodite said.

Mona shook her head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “And we know India is public enemy number one when it comes to Joseph. She ain’t gonna believe that he’ll do right by you until something happens like God, himself coming and telling her that Joseph has changed. India won’t ever trust him until she sees some concrete proof that he’s changed.”

Aphrodite sighed, trying not to let the heaviness of those words get to her.

“I love India, but damn, once she hates you, she hates you,” Jatae said, and Aphrodite couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“Well, to be fair, I did spend a good amount of time crying over Joseph, thinking my life was over after our breakup,” Aphrodite explained, her voice quiet but firm. “I think she gets a pass for not trusting him at the moment.”

Mona crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. “Yeah, but you’re happy now, so she needs to loosen up. You’re not the same person you were before. Things have changed.”

Aphrodite was quiet for a long moment, her thoughts drifting to her cousin Megan, another vocal member of the “we hate Joseph” club. Megan had always been adamant that Aphrodite shouldn’t have gotten back together with Joseph. Their rekindled relationship didn’t sit well with her, and she was quick to voice her concerns.

“I haven’t heard from Megan in a while, but she did text me a couple of days ago,” Aphrodite said, rubbing her temples. “She’s still very anti-Joseph, and she tried to ask me if I was ever planning on sitting down with Joseph’s baby mama. She feels like I need to find out why things didn’t work between them, especially with a ten-month-old baby in the mix.”

Mona and Jatae exchanged a look, both of them intrigued by this new development. Aphrodite could practically feel the wheels turning in their minds as they processed the information.

“Oh, God, not you two,” Aphrodite muttered, realizing where the conversation was headed.

Mona grinned. “Hey, you gotta think about it, Dottie. Three kids and the relationship failed again. Don’t you want to know why?”

Aphrodite bit her lip, unsure of how to answer. She hadn’t given much thought to the reasons behind Joseph’s past relationships. “No, I don’t,” she said firmly. “That’s their business.”

“Liar,” Jatae said with a smirk, clearly not buying her answer.

Aphrodite could feel her resolve weakening, but she was determined not to dig too deep into Joseph’s past. She didn’t want to be haunted by questions that didn’t have answers, especially ones that might cause her more pain than they were worth. “I don’t want to know,” she said again, though her voice held a tinge of uncertainty.

“Okay, I’ll find out then let you know what I find out about it,” Jatae said, not missing a beat.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, a mix of exasperation and amusement crossing her face. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Let’s get these babies into the ground,” she said, eager to move on from the topic of Joseph’s past relationships and focus on the task at hand.

Later that night, as Aphrodite curled up on the couch with Joseph, the flickering light from the television casting shadows across their faces, she felt a familiar sense of peace. They had always been able to fall into a comfortable routine when they were together. Tonight was no different. They had chosen a light-hearted comedy to watch, the kind that didn’t require much thought but kept them both entertained.

As the movie played on, Aphrodite’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, seeing a text from Jatae: “Girl! I got the tea.”

Aphrodite’s heart sank slightly. As much as she didn’t want to know the details, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging curiosity. She quickly typed back: “What’s the tea?”

Jatae’s response came swiftly: “So they broke up because he still wasn’t over you. No matter what she tried to do to make him move on, he couldn’t. She got tired of you taking up space in his heart, so she left. You got that power over him.”

Aphrodite’s breath hitched in her chest as she read the words. She didn’t know how to feel. Part of her was relieved that the breakup hadn’t been because of something more drastic, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder what that meant for her and Joseph now. She had never thought of herself as someone who had that kind of power over him, but the realization sent a strange thrill through her.

Joseph, who had been glancing at her phone, raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Aphrodite glanced up at him, surprised by the tension in his voice. She had expected him to be more lighthearted about the text, but the look on his face told her that he was upset.

“Sefa,” Aphrodite said, using his nickname, trying to gauge if he was angry or hurt.

Joseph’s frown deepened as he leaned back on the couch, his expression clouded. “You could have just asked me instead of sending your friends to snoop,” he said, the words laced with a slight edge.

“I didn’t send them. They just wanted me to know,” Aphrodite replied, trying to explain herself.

Joseph crossed his arms and stared at her, his gaze intense. “Right, so how do you feel now that you know?”

Aphrodite shifted uncomfortably. “Worried that your baby mama may hate me,” she admitted, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Joseph said, his voice softening. “She may not be okay with you being back in the picture at the moment, but I’m working on that.”

“I don’t want no baby mama drama,” Aphrodite said quietly, though the fear of it lingered in the pit of her stomach.

“You didn’t have any the first time around, so you won’t have any now,” Joseph reassured her.

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow. “Lies. We had drama, Joseph. You may not have thought it was drama, but it was. She didn’t have any boundaries, and I was constantly picking up the slack after you two with the kids. And she didn’t appreciate it when Zev accidentally called me ‘mommy’ in front of her,” she pointed out, remembering the uncomfortable tension from their previous interactions.

Joseph seemed to think about this for a moment, nodding slowly. “But we were good the majority of the time,” he said, though there was a touch of defensiveness in his voice.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes, not willing to let him off the hook so easily. “Whatever,” she muttered. “By the way, does she know I’m around her sons?”

Joseph nodded. “You know Zev can’t hold water. He immediately told her that they come over to your house,” he revealed.

Aphrodite paused, taking in this new piece of information. “And how does she feel about that?”

Joseph’s expression softened. “She knows you’re a good person, so she’s only worried about being kept in the loop about the boys being over here.”

Aphrodite nodded, the conversation leaving her with more to think about than she had expected. But as she turned her attention back to Joseph, the weight of their past, present, and future seemed to shift, even if only a little.

Next: Chapter Ten