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starlightsreigns · 3 months ago

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bloodline | the bloodline

summary ⇢ gianna feels like the shinest toy in the middle of a classroom with everyone eyeing it. she attracts all the interest when she walks into the room, and now it's causing chaos. But, chaos is so fun and it's only the beginning. word count ⇢ 10.1k tags ⇢ language, brief smut

note ⇢ she for the whole team — twins. but I started writing this and over time the main love interest kept changing as the story developed hahah. I'm just a girl and I love every version of the bloodline x

“i ain't lookin' for my one true love, yeah, that ship sailed away”

Gianna rubs her eyes trying to mask the exhaustion written all over her face. she forces a smile as the photographer lifts his camera towards her. the flashes don’t help with the headache that’s pounding through her skull. if anything, she wants to be in bed with her comfort movie and a pile of food — but of course, work always comes first.

“c’mon, Gigi, that’s the best you got?” a familiar voice booms through the room.

solo stands in the doorway of the room, a grin on his face because he knows he’s irritating her. “damn, my bad.” he raises his hand when she glares in his direction. “don’t be like that.”

eighteen years of knowing someone makes you immune to their antics. Gianna and Solo have been best friends since fifth grade; attending the same schools in California since kindergarten, but something changed in their last year of elementary school that brought them together – that something being their teacher sitting them beside each other. Their similar loud nature and her crush on his older brothers made their friendship blossom over the years. She was a cheerleader in high school, and he followed his brothers and cousin in being a football player. They spent every waking moment together, took the same classes, made the same jokes, and got close to each other’s family.

Graduation hit them like a ton of bricks – they spent 13 years always in the same state and school, and now that had to change. Neither one of them understood how much that would hurt. While he stayed in Sacramento for a while and then went on to North Dakota, Gianna moved across the country to Florida. They’ve always been committed to their friendship, which meant every holiday was spent in California and every school vacation was divided between there and Florida. For four years, they made it work through the school work, the various jobs, and the multiple relationships that found their friendship a little too high maintenance – but it only had to matter to them.

Gianna finished college, and with the push of Solo’s older brother, Jimmy and Jey convinced her to try out for WWE. It was always a pipe dream. They came from a wrestling family, the most prominent one at that, and she fell in love with it because of them. Gianna couldn’t imagine making it in the business, but the twins refused to let up. They’d take her to the performance center whenever they were in town until she was convinced she could do this. She trained and prepped until her body couldn’t take it anymore.

The distance came. Their friendship was harder to balance once she joined the main roster years later. Once he joined WWE, their schedules were even more of a mess, but again, if they could survive six years across the country from each other, they could survive the fucking apocalypse – and yeah, they survived the apocalypse to be on the same show now…

Gianna glances at Solo again. Usually, she’d smile at his comment, but any facial movements only exacerbate the growing pains in her body. And he could see it from where she stood. The way her face could barely hold a scowl and the glint in her eyes was gone – she was almost lifeless.

“You hungry?” He asks softly, seeing the way she was trying to hold it together.

After a slow nod, Solo gives her a thumbs-up and quickly disappears from the doorway. The rest of the photoshoot feels like a million years until she’s set free. Gianna gathers her stuff, shuffling through the hallway, bombarded by all the noise the backstage area unfortunately brings.

“Gianna, baby, you okay?” Naomi calls out where she sits in a makeup chair.

Gianna stops beside her, holding onto the arm of the chair, “No, I feel like absolute shit.” She holds onto her forehead, trying to steady the spinning room. Naomi holds onto her arm. “I think I just need to sit for a little bit.”

“You need me to walk you back there?” Naomi’s voice fills with worry. “Or, lemme call Jimmy.”

“Nah, I’m good girl, I can make it.”

Solo comes from behind her, seeing the look of concern on Naomi’s face, “Hey, you good?” He’s holding a plate of food from catering. “C’mon, lemme take you back to med.”

Naomi smiles at her brother-in-law before she meets eyes with Gianna, “text me, ‘kay?”

With a small hum, Gianna lets Solo lead her back to medical. She can barely remember the walk or anything that Solo says to her. To be truthful, she can’t remember anything from before she blacks out and wakes up hours later in confusion.

The world feels hazy as she takes a deep breath. The room is dim while the TV screen plays the current match. Gianna groans, realizing she passed out. From beside her, someone chuckles and Gianna groans louder when she knows exactly who it is.

“Of course, you’re still here,” she smiles softly as she looks over at Solo. “Please tell me I didn’t throw up or say something stupid.”

Solo sighs dramatically, “Now, you want me to lie to you, Gigi?”

“No!” Gianna’s eyes widen. “Was it bad?” She covers her mouth with a laugh.

“Doc was givin’ you fluids,” Solo starts and all Gianna can do is cringe. “You threw up over his shoes, said you was sorry, threw up again, then told us how much you love us for takin’ care of you.”

Gianna shrieks, laughing into her palm as she throws her head back. Solo follows suit in his laughter.

“You piece of shit, you should’ve kept all that to yourself.” Gianna shakes her head just as the door opens. “Hey, girl.” She greets Naomi who walks in cautiously.

Naomi grins, sashaying up to the bed, “girl I came in here earlier and you was out, dead to the world with this fool watchin’ over you.” She jokes as she takes a seat at the end of the bed. “How you feelin’?”

“Like a million bucks, apparently all I needed was some water and to empty out my fucking stomach.” Gianna rolls her eyes with a sigh. “Thank Jesus I didn’t have a match tonight or I would’ve killed myself.”

“Don’t say that, you know I hate that.” Solo rolls his eyes.

He was the sensitive type, not that he’d ever admit it. It’s what she adored most about him, since they were kids, he was very serious about statements like that and went to great lengths to always be there for Gianna. He never wanted to feel like he wasn’t communicating or was being purposely rude to anyone. Kindness was the biggest thing for him.

“I’m sorry,” Gianna reaches over to cup his chin. “I didn’t mean that.”

Naomi watches the pair for a moment, they way Solo instantly melts into a smile at the physical contact. The twinkle in his eyes when he watches her and how he falls into laughter when she says something stupid and it’s about the way he’s always talking in her direction, even when Naomi talks and he responds to her, his eyes always drifts towards Gianna to watch for her reaction.

This wasn’t new – Naomi and the twins often teased him about it, never in front of Gianna because he begged them to not make her uncomfortable, over the past couple of years but they’ve laid off the teasing because damn… they’ve known each other for years and have never made a move. But something about recently has made Naomi suspicious. Solo couldn’t seem to be away from Gianna for more than a single day. It’s the point that if she calls Gianna and she doesn’t answer, she knows to call Solo cause he’ll be with her.

“I gotta go get ready, but I’ll be back to get you later.” Solo stands from his chair, playfully throwing a pillow at Gianna as he walks towards the door. “See you Nao.”

“Bye, brother.” She calls out then turns her attention to Gianna. “Can I ask you something and you won’t be mad at me?” Naomi asks cautiously.

Gianna scrunches her nose, “and what exactly is this question?” She sits up in the bed. “And why would I be mad?”

Naomi sighs, “Why haven’t y’all dated?” She asks right out, catching Gianna off guard. “Y’all’ve known each other y’all whole lives.”

There’s a beat of silence while Gianna thinks about the question. She looks out at the wall. Strangely enough, it’s never been anything she’s sat and thought about. There was always someone she was in a relationship with. This is the first time she’s truly been single and the thought never crept in.

“I’ve never thought of him that way, honest, you know I broke up with whatshisname last year and we were together for six years. It’s always been purely platonic between me and Solo.”

For the rest of the night, the thought rings through Gianna’s head. Why hasn’t there been a romantic relationship between her and Solo? Now, she kinda wishes that it never came up because she’s not one that can hold her tongue and unfortunately, he knows her too well and will eventually read her face.

Gianna has to force the thought to sit in the furthest spot in her brain, it wasn’t something she had the time to worry about, and she’d been a little upset with Naomi for bringing it up. Even weeks later, there’s an air of awkwardness and she’s not sure why it’s there.

The hallway is empty as Gianna rolls her suitcase.

“Gianna,” Naomi’s voice calls out from behind her. Gianna stops reluctantly and turns. “G, you mad at me?”

They both continue their walk towards the locker room. Gianna sighs and shakes her head.

“No, I’m sorry girl, you know how I get sometimes.” Ginna apologizes, “I got uncomfortable with the thought and haven’t been able to face you.”

Naomi nods slowly, “I ain’t mean it like that, I was just askin’.”

“I know, it’s dumb, but he’s my best friend and funny enough when we left high school, I think we both left those thoughts in San Francisco. So, for the past thirteen years we’ve gotten into this perfect groove and yeah…”

When they walk into the locker room, it’s empty and almost eerily silent and it makes Naomi’s next question land in the center of the room like a pin drop.

“Do you think the reason you reacted like that was because you do like him and have liked him all the years?”

Gianna sets her bag down and turns to Naomi. She squints her eyes in disbelief.

“No, I don’t think that’s the case.” She answers bluntly. “And quite frankly, I really want you to leave this alone, Trinity.”

The atmosphere in the room turns uncomfortably cold as the pair stare at each other – it’s almost a stand down as neither one of them say a word. Naomi shakes her head, refusing to let the conversation go. Gianna rolls her eyes, retreating from the room before she has to hear anything else about it, but her friend is on her tail.

“Gianna, be serious.”

Gianna groans, “No, you be serious and drop it.” She grits through her teeth. Down the hallway, she spots Jimmy and Tama in the middle of a conversation. “Jimmy, Tama.”

Something or someone has to get Naomi off of her back and she’s hoping that her husband can help as the men turn to look at her.

“Hey G, what’s up?” Tama smiles, pulling her closer and resting an arm over her shoulder. “Why you look like you about to kill someone.”

“Cause, I’m ‘bout to kill your wife if she don’t leave me the hell alone.” Gianna points to Jimmy.

The men glances at each other before they look between either women. “What the hell goin’ on?” Jimmy asks.

Silence. Naomi raises an eyebrow, waiting for Gianna to say it but she knows she won’t let the words pass her lips. Gianna stares up at the ceiling as she shakes her head, anger not being enough to describe how she feels. Tama shakes her softly, smiling when they make eye contact.

“Talk to us, baby.” Tama rubs her arm.

“Jimmy, you’ve know me since we were kids, please.” Gianna begs then turns to Naomi. “And girl, I love you but don’t make me hate you.”

With that, Gianna shakes out of Tama’s arms and marches down the hallway. There’s nowhere to go, but she refuses to stand with them any longer. That’s the problem of knowing people for so long, there’s no separation in their personal life. All she wants to do is to forget this conversation ever happened and hope that Solo never hears about it, but now Jimmy and Tama knows and soon enough Jey, Tonga, and Jacob will know. None of those men know how to keep a secret if you paid them a million dollars.

Gianna is lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t hear Solo call her name. He grabs her hand to stop her, scaring her in the process. She snaps her head in his direction, faking a smile when she realizes who it is then gives him and Roman a quick nod.

“Hey, you two.” Gianna runs her fingers through her hair suddenly very uncomfortable.

Roman sends Solo a look before poking Gianna’s shoulder, “What’s up with you, G?”

It’s awkward for a moment as she tries to discreetly place some space between her and Solo, “nothin’, I’m just tired and tryna prep for my match tonight.”

“You ain’t look like this even with your mania match, for real, what’s going on?” Solo questions, closing the space between them.

Again, like said earlier, Gianna can’t hide a single emotion from Solo. Her face betrays her as if it doesn’t care what her brain says. She musters the best believable, fake smile she can and shakes her head.

“Y’all I’m good, I promise, can we talk later?”

How long is it appropriate to kinda ignore someone? There’s always been a need to place some distance between Gianna and the amazing Fatu/Anoa’i family before she lost her fucking mind. If she didn’t, she wasn’t sure her friendship with Solo would survive – and again, it’s the most important thing to them. She felt awkward and unlike herself. Naomi sort of took the hint to cool off, Gianna wasn’t sure if she came to that conclusion on her own or if Jimmy convinced her, but whatever it was, she was thankful.

Yet, ignoring people you’re on the same brand with came with making a lot of excuses – tired, training, media, family plans – whatever it was, she used it. Now, Solo wasn’t really accepting any more excuses, she can feel it. But Gianna needs a little more time to not feel so weird about everything.

After her match, Gianna strolls into catering, trying to figure out if she was actually hungry or if she was just anxious… or maybe she was both? She rubs her temple as she stares at a platter of cookies.

“You lookin’ for something sweet?”

Gianna turns to meet eyes with one Tama. She laughs softly with a nod.

“Yeah, tryna figure out if it’ll be worth cheating on my diet.” She stares at the cookies with a sigh. “If you eat one, I’ll eat two.” Gianna propositions him with a laugh.

Tama thinks about it for a second then shugs, “fuck it, let’s do it.” he laughs as they grab their cookies. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh oh, that’s scary.” Gianna jokes as they walk out of catering. “Should I be scared of this question?”

The taller man lets out a loud laugh that makes her smile, “Nah, you ain’t gotta be scared, baby.” He waits for her to nod before he continues. “Let me take you out?”

Gianna stops to stare at him, “and why do you wanna take me out?”

Tama groans at the same question he’s gotten every time he asks her out. Unfortunately for him, Gianna always gave him the same response. He wraps an arm around her shoulder while continuing their walk.

“You play too much, G,”

Sunlight pours into Gianna’s living room as she lays sprawled on her couch, eyes transfixed on her TV. She could have said yes to Tama’s date, but her one weekend home in over a month… she needs to spend that at home for her sanity. The comfort of her couch and her puppy makes everything manageable.

The doorbell ringing doesn’t bother her puppy nor when she slips off the couch to peek into the peephole. Gianna bites her lip when she sees Solo on the other side, hands in pocket, almost expressionless. She shuts her eyes for a moment before she unlocks the door to come face-to-face with the man she’s barely spoken to in weeks.

“Hey,” Gianna smiles, pushing the door wider for him to come in. “I didn’t know you were comin’ over.”

Solo smiles then his brows furrow in confusion, “When have we ever called before showin’ up at each other’s house?” He watches her shut the door in silence. “What’s up with you, Gianna?”

They sit on the couch, Solo pets the puppy he hasn’t seen in a while, giving Gianna the chance to come up with whatever she needed to say. She’s never felt this anxious in her entire life and she wishes this wasn’t happening right now – why couldn’t she act normal about this? She knew what her feelings were and she thinks she knows what Solo’s feelings are, so why does she feel like she could go skydiving without a parachute?

“Gia,” Solo says. The only person in the world she allows to use that awful nickname. “Talk.”

“Naomi, a couple of weeks ago, was basically pressurin’ me about you and I’s relationship and why we’ve never dated. She wouldn’t let up on it no matter how many times I told her it wasn’t somethin’ you and I were interested in, and it just made me feel all awkward cause now I’m thinkin’ how many other people have the same idea as her and if maybe you was thinkin’ about us some type of way.” Gianna word vomits the entire sentence in one breath as she watches his reactions. When he doesn’t say anything she sighs. “Are you thinkin’ about us in another type of way, Solo?”

Solo runs his hand over his beard, “I’ve told them all not to do this shit over and over again, I don’t know why Naomi would do that, but Nah, G. You my best friend and it’s always been that since we was kids and it not gone change now.” He confirms. “I don’t like how you felt like you had to ignore me instead of just comin’ to talk to me about it.

Gianna swallows. There’s something in the pit of her stomach that doesn’t disappear after his answer, actually, it gets worse and she feels like she’s about to be sick, but sucks it up for the moment, mauling over his most recent statement.

“I didn’t know how you’d react, and I’m sorry, I just started feelin’ awkward and anxious, so I just took a step back.” She smiles softly. “I know how you are and I should’ve just went to you and told you.”

Solo finally cracks a smile. He walks up to Gianna, helping her up then envelops her in a bear hug. With their hearts pressed together, Gianna blinks away the sad tears brimming the corner of her eyes. She stares at the door, feeling nothing but… misery? On the opposite end, Solo shuts his eyes tightly with the exact same fucking feelings.

“Listen, man, you ain’t listen, G.” Tama throws himself back in his seat in anger making her laugh. “Oh, you think this shit is funny?”

Gianna tries to hold in her laugh, “Tama, I love you, but baby you can’t do no fucking coup de grace.”

Tama finds himself beyond words in their argument on whether or not he’d be able to steal Finn Balor’s finisher. On a Tuesday night, this was the best they had to do as they sat in the backyard of Jimmy and Naomi’s place, liquor in hand, and no expectations for the next day. Tama sucks his teeth, turning to look at Jey as he walked out on the patio.

“Man, tell this girl I can do Finn’s shit.”

Jey looks at the older man then lets out a holler, “Uce, you can’t do no fuckin’ coup de grace.”

With a shit eating grin, Gianna raises her glass then takes a sip, “I’ve said that for the past hour, thank you, my brother.”

She sticks her tongue out at him when he places a greeting kiss on her cheek and takes the seat next to her.

“Mr. Monday Nights, I feel like I never see you anymore.” Gianna sits up, crossing her legs. “How’s it goin’ over there? I been seein’ you and rhea.”

“Man, we chillin’, I’m just vibin’ with everything right now.” Jey grins. “When you comin’ back to the winnin’ brand?”

Gianna scoffs playfully, “I’m already on the winning brand, if anything, we might need you back.”

Jey shakes his head with a grin. He loks down at his glass for a moment then meets eyes with Gianna, “I miss travellin’ with y’all, but this is somethin’ good, you know?” He shrugs. “I know you missin’ me.”

“Of course I miss you,” Gianna stands and moves over to sit on his lap. “These dudes get on my last fucking nerve.”

Tama scoffs, “what I do to you, G?”

She rolls her eyes with a smile, “Nothin’, Tama, you ain’t do nothin’ to me.” Gianna says sarcastically before tipping the rest of her drink into her mouth.

“The girl crushin’ on me and doesn’t know how to say it.” Tama mocks with Jey.

“Oh yeah? So that means she got over her crush on me?” Jey raises his eyebrow.

They turn their attention to her as she slowly brings her glass down with wide eyes. Gianna’s mouth widen with a smile, trying to come up with a quick comeback.

“Oh, y’all playin’ tonight.” Gianna sputters.

Tama sucks his teeth, “you a horrible liar, G.” He shakes his head while Jey hums in agreement.

“And what did I lie about?” She challenges while she stands from Jey’s lap to retake her seat between them.

“Forget us,” Jey speaks up. “But when you say you don’t like my brother, we can see it on your face.”

In the silence of the patio, Gianna leans back in her seat. She should’ve known that this conversation would never truly end – it was inevitable. Jey and Tama share looks as they wait for her to say something. Tama scoots his chair closer to hers.

“Tell me somethin’ G,” Tama starts while Jey watches. “If you don’t like Solo, let me take you out tomorrow?”

Gianna smiles, “Oh, so you’re not worried about family, you just want me.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that what this is?”

Tama chuckles then shrugs. “I mean, I don’t understand how they all known you all this time and haven’t taken you out.”

With his statement, Gianna turns to Jey and raises an eyebrow. Jey chuckles and runs his hand over his beard. “I don’t know, baby, you like family at this point. We can’t cross that line.”

“It’s okay, young me wanted you before I knew how annoying you are.” Gianna jokes as she places a hand on his cheek. “It’s all love though.”

Jey swats her hand away while they laugh. The door to the patio opens and catches their attention. Solo steps out, coming to join them on the lawn chairs. He sits beside Tama.

“What’s goin’ on, people?” He greets, clocking the way the guys are all sitting so close to Gianna. “I can hear y’all laughin’ from inside.”

“Nothin’ man, I’m tryna get G over here to go out with me tomorrow.” Tama looks into Gianna’s eyes as he says it making her laugh. “But she think I’m playin’ with her.” He jokes.

Thankfully the trio is both distracted and drunk or they would’ve seen the way Solo was burning a hole through Tama after his sentence. The way his grip tightens around his beer could shatter the glass. Solo rolls his head before producing a fake smile just as Gianna looks in his direction.

“They’re drunk as shit.” She lets out her own drunk giggle. Gianna studies Solo for a second then stands, holding a hand out for him to take. “Can we go talk?”

After their conversation at her house not too long ago, things went back to normal. But there are still times when Gianna catches him deep in his own thoughts when they’re together. There’s just a slight difference in their relationship now that isn’t noticeable on certain days, but she can see it now, even though her drunken haze.

It’s quieter at the front of the house, so Gianna and Solo rest on the hood of his car. She messes with the seam of her skirt as they sit in some silence. It’s as if they don’t know what to say to each other and it’s killing them.

“What are you thinkin’ about, sweet?” Gianna finally asks as she turns her head towards him.

Solo slowly shakes his head, “I ain’t know Tama had a thing for you.”

“I don’t think that the case, I think he just likes getting under my skin.”

Gianna shrugs. They sit in silence again for a moment then Solo nods.

“Let him take you out.”

What? Gianna wasn’t sure she heard what he said correctly. Never in their lives has he ever pushed her towards going out with someone, especially not family. Solo turns to look at her shocked and confused face. For a moment, his eyebrows furrow in confusion at her confused look, but then he nods.

“That’s not somethin’ you want, G?” Solo asks. “might as well, you know, you been single a while now.”

Gianna opens her mouth and closes it several times, “I don’t understand you, Solo, why would you tell me to go out with him?” Now she’s slightly irritated. “What the fuck?”

Solo holds his hands up in question, “I’m just sayin’, if you want to you should. Who you waitin’ on? Me? Man, go out with Jey too if you wanna, fuck ‘em if you wanna.”

That makes Gianna push off the car. She turns to look at him with pure anger, “If I wanted to I would’ve, but again, what I’m tryna understand is what the fuck are you saying to me?” She can’t explain the feelings in her body as she yells at him. “I don’t understand this anymore.” Gianna motions between them.

“And what is this?” Solo stands up straight.

“Our friendship?” She scoffs at his question. “You know what, Solo, I’m over this and I’m over you right now.”

Just as she finishes her statement, Jey and Tama walk out from the backyard. Solo glances in their direction then looks at Gianna.

“Aye, one of y’all can take Gianna home now.” He says cooly.

Gianna licks her bottom lip, “Wow, just like that?”

“You said you done, G.” Solo shrugs without a trace of humor. “So, be done and don’t worry about me.”

“Fuck you,” She spits, shoving him away from her. The tears hit her cheek before she can realize she even wanted to cry. “Cause I never would’ve said that shit to you in a million years but you think that’s fuckin’ cool to say to me then kick me out? You're a bitch.”

Gianna wipes her tears as she walks away from him. She stops in front of Jey and he immediately wraps an arm around her shoulders. He sends a confused look to Tama who in turns sends daggers at Solo.

The ride home is quiet. Jey had the unfortunate task of taking her home as Tama stayed behind, completely plastered. She sits in the passenger seat and stares out the window. It was a horrible way to end the night and she didn’t even understand where the hell it went wrong. All Gianna can think about is how her best friend essentially called her a slut because of a joke that’s been ongoing for the past year. This attitude wasn’t anything she’s ever seen from him before.

It broke her heart to think that he saw her in that light. She was never that person. He knew that, so why say it even if he was upset at her for whatever reason?

“What’s goin’ on with y’all?” Jey asks.

“I don’t know,” Gianna says through shallow breaths. “He basically called me a slut then told me to leave, not much explanation there?”

Jey glances at her shocked, “Uce said what?” He shakes his head. “I need to talk to him. Why he say that?”

Gianna rubs her temple, “Jey, he said I should sleep with Tama or sleep with you. I wish I fuck knew where he got the idea that I wanted that, but he’s convinced I do.”

By the time they make it to her house, Gianna’s panic attack is soothed. She gathers her heels and purse and looks at Jey. He gives her a sympathetic look then quickly gets out the car to open the door for her. They walk up to her door slowly and he waits as she looks for her keys then unlocks the front door.

“Thank you for bringin’ me home, and please just leave this whole thing alone. I really do think your brother and I just need some separation for a little while. I think we’ve been in each other’s faces for too many years and it’s just a phase.”

It was a wish that Solo would come to the conclusion on his own that what he said was wrong. Hopefully the separation would create some clarity for them both. Jey nods in understanding and pulls her into a tight hug.

“I got you, mama, you know that.” He murmurs into her ears. “And, how about we give him something to be mad about?” She can hear the smirk in his voice.

Gianna moves back to meet his eyes, “What do you mean by that?” She searches his eyes then breaks out into the biggest grin he’d ever seen. “Oh my God, are you gonna kiss me? Please tell me you are so I can prepare young me.”

Jey laughs brightly and nods. Gianna throws her stuff into the house, turns back to him, and watches as he leans into her. He presses the soft kiss on her lip, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer to his body. When they pull apart, Gianna covers her mouth in shock.

“You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had in this life, thank you for that.” Gianna kisses his cheek.

“You know I got you, G, goodnight.”

As he walks back to the car, Gianna stands in her doorway. She laughs to herself at the fact that she got to kiss her first ever crush, even though it wasn’t in the most romantic way. She waves as Jey pulls of and closes the door to the dark house. The kiss was amazing, but it wasn’t something either of them were ever going to pursue, it was a way to make her feel better.

Why does she feel like shit about the events earlier in the night? She didn’t do anything wrong but here she was wondering if she should text Solo first.

There are rare instances that Gianna and Solo fought. It was rare. For them to find themselves at odds, it’d have to be serious. Their first ever fight was in elementary school when Gianna decided to sit next to another kid for an entire week. Solo proceeded to throw paper balls at her for the week until she sat next to him again. Then, in middle school, Solo thought it’d be the bright idea to date Gianna’s nemesis. They spent half of their seventh grade year at odds. High school was probably their biggest fight. For years they couldn’t come up with the reason as to why the fight started, but Gianna remembers that she started talking to some guy on the football team whose name she can’t even remember anymore.

It was her thought that Solo would be okay with it, he knew about it, and didn’t say anything. Her relationship with the guy was fine, until it wasn’t. A rumor started that her and Solo liked each other. It wasn’t true and no matter how many times she explained it to her boyfriend, he just seemed to hear something different. The real kicker came when she found out that Solo was making stuff up and telling other players, who of course shared it to other players until the entire team was talking about it. The fight started when Gianna showed up on his porch. He denied it, even though they both knew he was doing it. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why he’d sabotage her relationship. He said it was because he didn’t trust the guy.

No correlation, he was right, her boyfriend was a piece of shit who was cheating on her, but that wasn’t the point. It took them until the following summer to make up.

There’ve been several more fights post high school. All of them revolved around her relationships. Either the guy was too nice, too douchey, or just was plain boring. No one ever seemed to be quite right. Yet, everything before paled in comparison to this one.

No contact is what they’ve been for the past three weeks. He avoids her when they travel, they don’t text, they don’t call. Gianna’s sick and tired of this shitty ass attitude he’s had towards her and refuses to be the one that fixes it. So, she’s letting it run its course, if it ever does. Hopefully it does or it’ll ruin the next few days.

“Hey girlie,” Naomi smiles, wrapping her arm around Gianna as she sets her carry on down.

Gianna scrunches her nose, “Hey baby doll, you look cute.” She scans Naomi’s outfit for the flight. “Your ass is actually insane, bro, how Jimmy handle all that?”

Naomi laughs as they find a spot to sit, “Girl bye,” she waves her off. “Did you bring your best outfits?”

“Oh, of course, I plan on being the best dressed.”

Once a year, for the past ten years, they all take a big vacation to relax. Naomi and Gianna were the ones to convince everyone and it’s become habit. This year, they decided on Puerto Rico because they loved it so much when they all went for Backlash. It was probably one of their easiest ones to pick – usually it’s a big group argument about where to go, and this years they’ve invited three new, annoying people in Tama, Tonga, and Jacob.

“Where are the brothers?” Gianna quickly glances around.

“They went to get somethin’ to eat, you know how they are.” She rolls her eyes then clears her throat. “You and lil man talkin’ again?”

Gianna chuckles at the nickname but shakes her head, “No, I think we just need some more time.”

And unfortunately, the three hour flight had Solo and Gianna sitting besides each other. They both bought their tickets months ago and it was awkward. Neither of them had the idea to switch seats, but both had their headphones on, acting as if the other wasn’t there. Gianna’s eyes rarely stray from the window out of fear of making eye contact with him.

Hours flew by from the plane ride, to the awkward waiting for their car, and the hour drive to the rented villa. Gianna wants to run and hide and take the ride with Tama and Tonga and Jacob, but Naomi wasn’t having it, so she found herself squished beside her in the quietest car ride.

Sunset shines off everyone’s sunglasses when they finally get to the house. Gianna flicks her hair over her shoulder as she grabs her suitcase from the driver with a small smile.

“G, you sleepin’ with me?” Tama yells out.

Their car pulls in with him hanging out the window. Gianna laughs as she turns to see them. Tama leaves the guys behind to wrap his arms around her.

“I can’t share with you,” Gianna laughs against his chest.

Tama raises an eyebrow, “cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself when it comes to me?”

Gianna pushes him away but he doesn’t move, “no, cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” she smiles, glancing at his hand that’s at the top of her ass. “like right now.”

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you, G.”

His eyes never leave hers as he talks and Gianna finds herself, for the first time, completely lost in the thought of his words. She hums softly and looks around at everyone making their way towards the front door.

“Fine, we can share, but you have to promise to keep your dick in your pants.” She stares up at him. “Unless, I say otherwise.” Her voice dips as a glint sparkles in his eyes.

The house is absolutely insane. Once everyone claims their rooms: Jimmy and Naomi in one, Gianna and Tama in one, then everyone gets their own with a single room left empty, they meet in the kitchen to eat before getting started.

“Where’s Roman? I thought he was traveling with you guys?” Naomi points to Tonga.

Tonga sips his water, “He should be here later tonight.”

“Who invited you?” Gianna points to Jacob who’s pulling out his cigarettes.

Jacob throws a wrapper in her direction making her laugh, “Didn’t you ask me, Gigi?”

Gianna gags at the nickname, “And I think I’m regrettin’ that now.”

“Oh Gigi,baby, you know you love me.” Jacob comes around the counter, wrapping his arm around her waist. She leans her head away with a groan. “Don’t act like that.”

Gianna folds under the pressure, giving into a smile and letting Jacob hug her. He’s the biggest teddy bear of the group and she can’t be mad at him for too long, even if she was only pretending.

“Man, y’all let’s eat.”

Most of them took a nap after they ate. Gianna sighs into her pillow when she feels Tama’s hand on her hip. She keeps her eyes closed, but slaps his hand away.

“Tama, stop playin’, I’m tired.”

Tama groans softly, moving closer to rest his chin on her arm, “I ain’t tired, G.”

Gianna opens her eyes and looks over at him. She searches his eyes for a while before shifting down to see his shirtless torso and it’s a fight to bring her eyes back to his.

“You’re a horny fuck, do you know that?” she asks softly, laying on her back. “Why you stressin’ me, Tama, you haven’t let me breathe since we met.”

They met several years ago at an event. The twins introduced them and it’s been history ever since. He was the biggest flirt she’s ever met and she’s his primary victim. Once he joined the main roster, she hasn’t had a moment of peace.

“I can't let you pass me by, Gianna.” He leans up on the palm of his hand, hovering over her. “I want you.”

She shies under his gaze. His usually playful face is more serious than she’s ever seen. Gianna watches the way his other hand slowly moves the duvet from her body. Tama gets on his knees in front of her and pulls her up against him so they’re both kneeled in front of each other.

“We can’t be together,” Gianna whispers softly, feeling his hand on her back. “You know that.”

“I know that, G.”

Yet, the doesn’t stop either of them as their lips come together. Gianna sighs into his lips while Tama wraps his arm around her waist and pull her into his bare chest. The kiss starts to get frantic, neither one of them wants to pull away, it’s like life or death. Tama manuevers them back onto the mattress, but Gianna snaps out of his and pulls away.

“I need to cool off,” She rolls to the other side of the bed, trying to catch her breath while he lays besides her. “I’m gonna go get some water.”

Gianna gets to the bottom of the stairs, playing with her hair as she tries to find a light switch in the darkness. She finally turns one on then looks for the glasses to get a drink of water. She’s barely down a sip when she hears a knock on the door. Gianna hesitates for a minute, looking down at the oversized judgment day shirt she was wearing with nothing else.

She walks over cautiously and peeks towards the glass door but calms when she sees the familiar, friendly face. Gianna cheers as she runs towards the door.

“Ro, you’re here,” she throws the door open. “How was your flight?”

Roman takes a deep breath as he shuffles in, “exhausting, but hey G.”

She chuckles, giving him a quick hug, then takes him over to his room that’s on the main floor near Jimmy and Naomi. Roman drops down on the bed with a huff as she stands in the doorway.

“Excited to not think about work for the next three days?”

“Very,” He peeks at her. “You upstairs?”

Gianna nods, “Yeah, i’m sharing with Tama.”

That catches Roman’s attention and he sits up, “Huh… Why’s that?”

For a moment she thinks about it, suddenly very cautious and aware that she just made out with him.

“I dunno, he asked so I said yes.” She speaks slowly.

“Well, if you need an escape from that fool, you got a space down here.”

With a smile, Gianna blows him a kiss, “I appreciate that, Ro, I’ll let you shower.”

Back in the living room, Tonga and Jacob were sitting on the couch in their own conversation. Jacob whistles when he sees her. Gianna rolls her eyes and goes around to sit across from them on the couch.

“I thought y’all were passed out,” She crosses her legs.

Jacob groans, “Man, this fool woke me up talkin’ ‘bout it’s time to drink.”

Gianna laughs and leans her head back against the arm of the couch to stair at the ceiling, “I’m down with Tonga, where’s everyone else?”

“Jim took Naomi and Solo to the store.” Tonga says as he watches the way Gianna absentmindedly taps her exposed thigh. “Tama ain’t botherin’ you, is he?”

“Nah, he’s not botherin’ me.” Gianna meets his eyes. “Not yet at least.”

For a little while, the trio sit in a meaningless conversation about backstage at Smackdown. Tama joins them not long after, taking a seat beside Gianna, stealing glances at her when she’s talking. Their conversations halts when the door opens and a loud cheer comes from Jimmy.

“Good, all your asses awake now.” He calls out as she comes into the living room with the bags.

Gianna gets on her knees on the couch, facing him, “so, what’s in the bags?” She smiles hopefully.

“You wondering if I got your stuff?” He raises an eyebrow. Jimmy shuffles through the bag before he pulls out a bottle of 1942 Tequila. “You know I got you, sis.”

With a dramatic sigh, Gianna grabs the bottle and kisses it before she sends Jimmy an air kiss. She peers back to catch a look from Tonga. He smirks and leans in towards Jacob to whisper something to him. Jacob chuckles and peers over at her.

They don’t look away when she keeps her focus on them. So, Gianna shakes her ass in their direction. Tama whistles and grabs her by the waist, pulling her t-shirt down.

“Nah, this all me.” He points to Tama and Jacob.

Solo and Noami come out from the kitchen and she claps her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“You two, c’mon, y’all been nappin’ too long.” Naomi points to Tonga and Tama. “G, give me the bottle.” She holds out her hand and Gianna sadly gives it back.

Gianna sighs back into her seat with a pout making Jacob laugh. She turns to look back at Solo then quickly turns around when they make eye contact. Her heart falls and she drops her head down to stare at her legs. Jacob looks up at Solo and widen his eyes then look at her. Solo, thankfully, gets the hint and clears his throat as he comes to sit beside Gianna.

“Can we go outside and talk, Gia?”

The nickname makes her look up. She nods slowly and follows him out to the backyard. There’s a pool and they’re overlooking the ocean as they sit on the lounge chairs across from each other.

A silence sits amongst them for a while as Gianna massages her scalp. Solo keeps his eyes on her while trying to come up with the first word to say. She finally looks at him and raises an eyebrow. For all the years they’ve known each other, if he fucked up, Gianna will sit in silence until he apologizes, and she’s good at that.

“Gianna, I was an ass to you and I’m sorry.” Solo finally talks. “I didn’t mean what I said and I never should’ve said it. You’re my best friend.”

Gianna swallows hard, “why’d basically call me a slut?”

Solo shakes his head and looks down in shame, “it’s dumb,” he says lowly. Gianna uses her foot to nudge his to continue. “I felt like you was pullin’ away from me, and then you was getting close with them and I just…”

“So you were jealous?” She nudges him again.

“I shouldn’t, cause you can hang with whoever you want, I don’t own you.” He meets her eyes. “I want us to go back to how we were, Gia, I love what we got and how we doin’ it.”

When he finishes, Gianna rubs her hands together, “I accept your apology, because you’re my best friend, and I know your heart.” She reaches out and grabs his hand. “If you ever imply that i’m a slut ever again, I’ll cut your dick off.”

They break into a smile then a fit of laughter as they stare at each other. Solo stands and pulls her into his arms in a bear hug. He lifts Gianna off the ground as she shriek, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love you, Gia.” Solo sets back on the ground.

“Love you much more.” She caresses his cheek like the million of times she has before. “I’m happy we’re cool now.”

She turns first to walk away but feels his hand hold her in place.

“Also, I said it like an asshole, but really, Tama likes you.”

Gianna searches his eyes, for what, but she’s not sure what she’s expecting. Her stomach slightly drops but she sports a smile and a nod.

“Yeah, I know.”

Solo walks in first, leaving her outside, in the middle of her thoughts. Gianna watches him bounce around the room, obviously a weight off of his shoulder after their conversation. Yet, now she feels a million time heavier.

Tama peeks his head out the house. He sends a bright smile and steps out to stand with her. Gianna stares into his eyes, making a decision to let go of the one thing that’s been gnawing at her. She steps closer to him and holds onto his arms. Tama knows the look in her eyes and nods silently for a little bit.

“So, it’s a no for us?” He finally questions.

Gianna places a hand on his cheek, but then immediately moves it, “the opposite, actually, we can see how this goes.”

He squeezes her in a hug, but all Gianna can do is stare at Solo from inside the house. When they move eye contact, she holds it until he’s the first to look away.

Back inside, Gianna stealthily grabs the bottle of 1942 and hurries back into the living room. She jumps onto the couch just as Roman arrives. He glances down at her and chuckles.

“Who bought you Tequila?” He rests against the arm of the couch. Gianna shrugs, trying to mask her grin. “You know you get crazy off that Tequila, G, what we gettin’ into tonight?”

Gianna thinks for a moment, “i’m getting fucked up off this 1942, everything’s up.”

Roman claps his hands on her shoulder, “you do know you get really sentimental when you drunk? Save me a kiss when you go around kissing everyone.”

A laugh falls from Gianna’s mouth, “you’ll get the first kiss this time, promise.”

Drunk Gianna is fun Gianna. It’s her and a bottle of Tequila against the world. Instead of going out the first night, it was easier for them all to just eat, drink, and listen to music at the house. Gianna was about five shots deep, pouring Tequila into everyone’s mouth as it got later into the night.

They pulled the sliding doors all the way open, letting the music waft out poolside. Jimmy and Naomi were in the pool, lips stretched, Jey and Solo were going between the patio and the living room, Gianna sat on Tama’s lap in the living room with Roman and Jacob as they played 2K.

“G, baby, ain’t it time for your drunk kissin’?” Naomi called out from the pool.

“Yeah, I'll save yours for later.” Gianna sticks her tongue out. “Ro, you want another shot?”

“Pour it up,” He responds, his eyes not leaving the screen.

Gianna gets off Tama’s lap, takes a moment to steady herself then drops down beside Roman. She carefully leans his head back to pour the tequila into his mouth. They lock eyes as she does so. After his mouth is full, Gianna moves the bottle and lets him go, but neither of them look away.

“I'll come back for you later,” Gianna winks, using her finger to place his attention back onto the tv.

A sudden yell from the kitchen catches her attention. Gianna makes her way into the kitchen to see Tonga and Solo turn to look at her with their hands behind their backs. She rests against the counter to steady herself then takes a sip from her bottle.

“And what are y’all up to?” She raises an eyebrow.

Tonga glances at Solo before he lets out a sigh, “we unfortunately can’t tell you that, G.” A wicked smirk on his lips.

Gianna cocks her head to the side. She taps her nail on the counter before shrugging her shoulder. “That’s fine, you’ll come crawling to me later.” She winks while turning on her heels.

As she leaves the kitchen, Gianna smacks herself on her ass. She sighs softly in the living room. She leans over to whisper into Tama’s ear.

“Wanna go into the pool?”

Tama looks up, “you ain’t gotta ask me twice.”

Outside, Gianna finally sheds the oversized shirt she’s been wearing, leaving her in a bra and thong. Naomi whistles at the sight making Gianna blow her a kiss.

“c’mon, G.” Tama watches as she takes a swig of the 1942 then places the bottle at the edge of the pool.

After jumping into the pool, splashing the other couple, Gianna pulls Tama further down with her. She wraps her legs around him as they surface. Gianna closes her eyes as he twirls her around in the water. She closes her arms around his neck, pushing their bodies together.

Without a word, Gianna draws him into a kiss. Tama doesn’t miss a beat, falling into the rhythm. His arms tighten around her. All the noise, mostly coming from the other couple cheering them on, falls into the background as it becomes messier.

A drunk Gianna finally pulls away with a laugh, floating onto her back. She was too drunk to even process anything more than Naomi pulling her arm towards her.

“G, girl, I need to party like you.” Naomi laughs.

“Babe, my bottle of 1942 is off limits, sorry!” She shouts, swimming up towards the edge to grab the bottle. Gianna pours more Tequila into her mouth before stumbling out of the pool. “where’s everyone?”

She stumbles lightly into the living room. Gianna scans the room, only seeing Roman on the ground. She whistles to catch his attention.

“You comin’ in?” Gianna asks but he shakes his head. She walks over to him and drops down next to him. “More ‘42?”

Roman takes the bottle out of her hand and pours some of the liquor into his mouth, “you drippin’ water everywhere.” His voice is dark as he stares at her bare legs.

“Then grab me a towel.” She raises an eyebrow.

He gets up, pulling her alongside him into his room. Gianna sets her bottle on the dresser and runs her fingers through her wet hair, mentally cursing at the fact she’ll have to wash it later. Roman comes out of the bathroom with a towel, pausing to watch her.

Gianna meets him where he stands. She slides the towel out of his hand and wipes down her body. When all the water is dry, she tosses the towel on the ground and then turns her attention to Roman who's still silent. She steps closer to him, messing with the hem of his shirt.

“You got me alone, in the dark, you not gonna take advantage of this moment?” Gianna murmurs when they gaze into each other's eyes. “Cause i’m waitin’ on you.”

Roman chuckles, “You don’t need no more tequila.”

She shrugs at the comment. Yet, even with that, he doesn’t move an inch, but instead, continues to watch her actions. Gianna gets on her tiptoes slowly, hands on his chest to keep herself steady. She doesn’t say anything, only stares into his eyes, until his eyes drift down onto her lips. Roman finally captures her lips with his, making her lose her breath.

In the pitch-black darkness of the room, Roman pins Gianna against the wall with his hands cupping her face. It catches her off guard at first, the sheer hunger in the kiss, the neediness, was unlike anything else — this is a new question she needs answered. Roman hikes her legs up around his waist, one hand firmly on her ass to keep her up.

“This what you wanted, G?” He growls in her ear, getting a moan in response. “I been watchin’ you with Tama all night, now you wanna be in my bed?” Roman continues, peppering kisses down her neck, sucking on a sensitive spot.

Gianna arches her back against the wall, “And so what? is that a problem for you?” she hits back, knowing there’d be a hickey in that spot he was still sucking on. “Are you tryna mark me?”

“I don’t need to mark you, baby, I can make you mine without all that.”

His mouth moves up to her lips again, taking her into a breathless kiss, “You’re so fucking cocky,” Gianna says in a breath before his lips is back on hers.

Breathing is harder every time Roman pulls away. Gianna’s head spins, but she’s never one to tap out. Her fingers slowly massage her raw and swollen lips while making note of how long he’s been holding her up. Roman swipes her fingers away to look at his handiwork, making her nervous under his strong gaze. He finally breaks a small smirk.

“Where you sleepin’ tonight?” He questions, but Gianna can tell it wasn’t a question.

“I actually have no plans on goin’ back out there.” She murmurs when being placed on her feet.

Roman nods. Gianna grabs the bottle of 1942 and sits on the edge of the bed. She downs the last of it and lays back on the bed. All she can do is let out a soft laugh when one random thought pops into her head: maybe she is a slut. But, honestly, who gives a fuck?

Life is more fun when you don’t give a fuck.

Gianna sits up slowly, “Are you just gonna sit there or should I go find someone else?”

“That’s a threat, G, you wanna threaten me?” Roman stalks up towards her. Gianna eyes the boner he has under his joggers then shrugs. “What you lookin’ at?” He smirks.

Feeling his soft touch on her skin, Gianna flips onto her stomach and looks back at him, “Please?” She rests her head on the mattress.

How could he say no when she asks so nicely. Roman trains his eyes on her as he drops his jogger, chuckling at her reaction. His hands slide up her legs before massaging her ass. Gianna's eyes flutter shut, even when he helps drop her up on her knees. His rough hands were weirdly soothing to her.

“Gianna, look at me,” His voice rough.

When she opens her eyes, a gasp escapes her lips as he pushes into her slowly. With her thong to the side, Gianna can feel every inch of him pressing into her. She clutches the bed sheets not finding enough air in her lungs.

“Fuck,” Gianna moans into the bed, feeling his hand on her stomach. “Roman, please.” She pleads at his achingly slow pace.

“I got you baby,”

With one swift buck of his hip, Roman fully pushes into her then pulls out, repeating those steps until there were tears of pleasure streaming down the side of her face. Gianna’s moans were breathy at his erratic movements.

Roman grunts softly, “talk to me, G, how you feelin’?” He leans to whisper in her ears.

“Just keep goin’, please, I need it.” Gianna begs, unable to think of anything beside the sensation pulsing through her body. “I need it.” She muffles a loud moan into the mattress.

Her legs, now shaking, couldn’t hold her up anymore. She was shaking so bad. Roman pulls out, chuckling at her groan, to turn her onto her stomach. He waits as Gianna pulls her thong off and throws it across the room. Roman pulls her towards the edge of the bed and plunges into her. Gianna’s back arches off the bed, wraps her legs around him, unwavering in their eye contact.

Ecstasy would be the only word to describe what’s pulsating through her body. She finds Roman’s arm, digging her fingernails into his skin to find some form of tension. Gianna’s eyes roll to the back of her head, a loud moan reverberating through the room as she came down from the high. She was barely breathing when he pulled out of her, cumming on her stomach.

There were no other words when Roman collapsed beside her. Gianna rolls towards him, resting her head on his chest. Before a minute passed, they were knocked out.

The sun in the room blinds Gianna when she finally opens her eyes. She moans softly, sitting up, but freezes in realization that she’s not in her own room. Beside her, Roman stirs.

“Oh, shit.” Gianna covers her mouth, glancing around to see her bra and thong alongside Roman’s clothes. “Oh… shit…”

Roman grunts as he opens his eyes. When he looks in her direction, his eyes widen. Gianna runs her hands through her hair not knowing how to start this conversation. That, and the fact, that she can’t get out of bed because she’s naked.

“G, baby, did we…” Roman sits up as she nods. “Oh, shit.”

Before anything else is said, Gianna bursts into a fit of laughter. She shakes her head at the scenario in front of them. Roman finally cracks a smile, running his hand down his face.

“Okay, I’m gonna get up and leave before anyone sees us.” Gianna slides out of the bed, finding her bra and Roman’s shirt. She turns to look at him before quietly exiting the room.

The living room, thankfully, is empty, but Jacob and Jey are passed out on the couch. Gianna tiptoes to the kitchen and starts the coffee. Anything can help with this hangover. When it is ready, she takes her coffee out by the pool. Her feet dangle as she thinks of the mess she’s put herself in now.

“There you are,” Naomi walks out in her bikini, taking a seat beside the younger woman. “You went missing last night.”

“I passed out in Roman’s bed, bless his heart.” Gianna smiles. “I need to lay off the Tequila sometimes.”

Naomi laughs, “Girl, I don’t think anyone here, beside me, can remember anything from last night.” She says then clears her throat. “So, how are things with you and Solo?”

Gianna sips her coffee slowly, “We’re good. He apologized and told me to get with Tama.”

“That’s good,”

For a long moment, neither one of them says anything. Gianna can only think about how she woke up in Roman’s bed. There’s no one she can confide in — as much as she loves Naomi, the information will eventually find itself being shared with Jimmy and it’ll make the rounds from there. She runs the risk of Solo and Tama finding out and that’s the last thing she wants.

“I’m gonna go shower the Tequila smell off of me, be back and we can swim?” Gianna starts to get up.

“I’ll be right here, G, I’ll save you a mimosa.”

Gianna winks as she enters the living room. Jey stirs on the couch, groaning loudly. She leans against the arm of the couch for a second.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty, coffee?”

Jey nods with his lopsided smile. “You’re my savior, G.” He scans her outfit then chuckles. “You don’t own pants?”

“Nope, but you can just say that my half naked body makes you horny.” She teases when he grabs the mug from her.

“Oh, that’s what you wanna hear?”

Gianna shrugs, lightly yawning with a stretch, purposely raising the shirt to give a glimpse of her ass. “Who knows, but you staring at my ass tells me more than anything else.” She winks.

“You play dirty,” Jey groans softly, leaning his head back.

“It’s the only way to play, Jey.”

Upstairs was quiet. Gianna found Tama asleep on bed, body horizontal. She slips into the shower and sighs under the warm water. Lost in her own thoughts, Gianna leans against the cool tiles, letting the water cascade down her body.

There are rarely moments that make Gianna stop and think. She’s always been the wild child, that’s what people love about her, the willingness to throw caution to the wind, party until the sun rises and not remember what happened the night before.

In her last relationship, she took precautions — too many precautions because her ex didn’t appreciate the wildness she brought along. Now, she’s not understanding why she’s acting out. Sleeping with Roman was never part of her plans, if anything, it almost concerns her. Yes, he’s the most attractive human on the planet, but it was never something she thought of.

The person she wants, she’s now realizing, doesn’t want her. Gianna is in love with her best friend, but he’s not in love with her. How was she supposed to deal with that?

Gianna doesn’t do well with unrequited love, it makes her crazy. It makes her act erratically. It’ll literally drive her insane.

“G, baby, that’s you?” Tama’s hoarse voice slices through the room. He opens the fogged shower door in nothing. “You doin’ okay?”

She looks at him for a moment then pulls him into the shower. Tama licks his lips as she presses him against the wall. Gianna runs his chest softly and slowly moves down until her hands wrap around his dick.

No, she’s not doing okay. But, when life gives you lemons: fuck.

one of my most hectic pieces of work. thanks for ignoring all my grammatical errors... i literally went to school for writing

but until next time... or until part two x

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then Joseph walked in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then, the pressure of eyes on her returned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, without thinking, she turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Next: Chapter Four

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 7 months ago

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●Solo Sikoa x Reader●

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*Y/N's Pov*

Standing backstage watching the TV in the hallway, I see Solo and The New Bloodline attack Paul Heyman and powerbomb him through the announcers table. I smirk a little thinking of an idea in my head as I start heading towards Nick Aldis' office. I knock on the door and he opens it.

"Oh Y/N. What can I do for you?"

"I have an idea and I want to run it by you before I do anything."

"Come in. Let's talk about it."

I walk in and he closes the door behind him.

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*next week on Smackdown*

*Solo's POV*

Sitting in the chair in The Bloodline locker room, I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opens and slowly, she comes in. Hair done up into a professional looking bun and short red dress that is hugging her thighs and showing a lot of cleveage. The camera man goes from her to me as I'm trying to keep my cool and not have my jaw dropped. She walks over to me and runs her hand across my shoulder as I look up at her.

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*Y/N's POV*

I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck looking at him.

"Heard you may be looking for a new Wiseman. Or dare I say.... wisewoman."

I smirk looking at him as he stands up. He looks down at me and puts his hand on the back of my neck making sure he has my full attention. He gets close to my face looking into my eyes.

"You do what I say. You obey me. And you acknowledge me as your tribal chief. You understand me?"

I look at him shaking my head yes and bite my lip feeling him squeeze the back of my neck. He keeps staring into my eyes and I gulp feeling his breath against my face. He lets go and moves away from me sitting back down.

"Now do me a favor and go get Tonga, Tama and Jacob for me. We have business to discuss."

"Yes sir."

I walk out of the locker room and towards the parking garage. As on que, a black suv pulls into the garage up to where I am standing. The camera man and Cathy Kelley come running up to me.

"Y/N. We just heard that you are now part of the Bloodline. What is your new role with them?"

"I'm the WiseWoman. I will be the brains behind everything they do or the opportunities they will receive. By orders of the tribal chief."

Jacob, Tama and Tonga walk up around me staring at Cathy as she runs off than at me. I look at them and smile.

"Hello boys. Our tribal chief would like to see all three of you. Now."

I start walking towards the locker room as they all follow me. The camera man leaves.

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*later in the night*

I walk into our locker room seeing Solo sitting down on his chair, Tonga and Tama sitting on the couch, and Jacob standing behind Solo with his arms crossed. I walk up to Solo as he stands up looking into my eyes again.

"My tribal chief. I got you guys a six man tag match against Kevin, Randy and Cody at Money in the Bank. So you can finally end the problem that is those three."

Solo runs his hand across my cheek than to behind my neck again making me look at him. He gets close to my face as everyone is staring at him.

"That's great news. You will prove yourself loyal to the Bloodline when you accompany us to the ring for that match and help us."

I shake my head yes as his face is just a few inches away from mine. I gulp looking into his eyes. He looks back at the guys and they shake their heads knowing what Solo is saying without actually saying anything. They all leave the room and Solo's eyes come back on me. He holds onto my neck taking his other hand and running his thumb over my bottom lip. I slightly bite my lip looking at him. He grabs my face kissing me hard. I kiss him back as he slowly sits down on the chair and I climb on his lap not breaking the kiss. We start making out for a few minutes before he pulls back looking at me with a smirk.

"Think I am going to keep you around as my wisewoman for a long time."

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msklassickilla · 28 days ago

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Tryna Do solo sikoa | a short fic

Summary: As an overnight cashier at CVS, the reader forms an unexpected connection with Solo through their late-night run-ins. Their playful flirtation evolves into deeper conversations about dreams and vulnerabilities, leaving both questioning the tension between them and where it might lead.

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Black Reader

AN: Just a short fic but kind of long ass hell for one post featuring Solo. I don't think I've ever done a strictly reader fic so this was a challenge- a fun one though. Basically, instead of working on important shit, I do shit like this instead. So, I hope you enjoy what I created from my slacking off LOL

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Night 1 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You were the late-night cashier at the 24-hour CVS store. It was usually an easy gig. Not too many customers came in after 10 p.m. The time on your Apple Watch read 11:45 a.m. when the door chimed, signaling the arrival of a new customer. You didn’t pay him much attention at first, flipping through the pages of the magazine in your hands.

But then you heard it—his voice. “Aye, where y’all bandages at? Y’all done moved stuff around up in here?”

You thought to yourself, I know that voice from somewhere.

You looked up from your magazine to find a man in a black Nike sweatsuit standing in the aisle, his brown eyes locking onto yours. Something about him felt familiar, but you couldn’t quite place where you’d seen him before.

“Yea, the bandages are in aisle 22, on the left-hand side,” you replied, returning your attention to the magazine.

“Cool. If I can’t find them, I’m gon’ holla at you. Be listenin’ instead of not working,” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the stir of recognition. You tried to place him, running through possible names in your head.

“Aye, I can’t find them!” The man called out.

Sighing, you grabbed your keys, looking directly into the camera so your manager, James, knew to keep an eye out. You headed toward the aisle, already knowing this guy was on the wrong one.

There he was, standing in aisle 20, surrounded by medicine. You shot him a pointed look. “Boy, I said aisle 22, not 20. Add, not subtract.” The sass in your voice was unmistakable.

He smirked again. “You not professional at all. Where your manager at? I need to make a complaint before I leave.”

You scrunched your face. “Not you a whole caramel Ken. It’s too late for this nonsense. Let’s move to 22, shall we?”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Lead the way, but I still need to speak to the manager, little girl.”

You led him to aisle 22 and pointed at the bandages. “See? It wasn’t that hard if you followed directions the first time.”

He sucked his teeth and began browsing the bandages. You lingered for a moment, letting your gaze drift over his face. He was cute, in a boyish kind of way.

“You gon’ help me pick these bandages or what?” He asked, his brown eyes locking with yours, a challenge in his gaze.

You waved him off. ��That ain’t in my job description, homeboy. See you at the front.”

“Call your manager while you’re up there,” he called after you, a grin tugging at his lips.

You ignored him, already knowing James wasn’t going to tell you how to do your job. You’d been there longer than him, after all.

Back at the front counter, you flipped through your magazine, but it didn’t stay visible long. The man—familiar yet unknown still—came up and plopped his items down, right on top of it.

You looked up, shooting him a withering glance. “You so damn rude. You see all this counter space, and you put it right here?” You motioned to the magazine.

He returned your look, unbothered. “Hell yea. But you rude as hell so I'm giving what I'm getting. And no, I didn’t see all that counter space, but I saw that magazine you ain’t supposed to be looking at while you working.”

You sighed heavily, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “You can’t use the self-checkout?”

“Nah. It seem like you need some work to do,” he said, a playful gleam in his eyes.

He was definitely getting under your skin now, but in a way you didn’t quite mind. “You just like my cousin. Want everybody to be on your time. The world don't revolve around you or his ass."

He said the magic words, and you leaned in closer, your interest piqued. “Hol' up. Don’t I know you?”

Solo lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “Shit. I don’t know. Do you?”

You narrowed your eyes, turning your head slightly. Then it clicked. “Oh, I know who the hell you are. Solo. No wonder you in here causing chaos and confusion.”

Solo’s eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. “Damn, you got a good memory. You got me, little girl.”

You crossed your arms and smirked. “Yeah, I knew your voice sounded familiar when you came in here being loud. I can’t believe you up in here actin’ a fool.”

He chuckled, a cocky smirk on display. “I see you got jokes. What you know about me, though?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “You’re Solo, right? From the wrestling thing. You’ve got that whole ‘tough guy’ thing going on. Looked like you could use a little humility though.” You gave him a once-over, your eyes lingering for just a second longer than you meant to.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your response. “And what about you? You workin’ late-night shifts, but you clearly got more going on. You ain’t like these other people I usually see in these type places.” His eyes scanned your form, then met yours again. “You different.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m just here trying to get my check like everyone else.” You leaned against the counter, your magazine now forgotten. “But if you’re gonna stand here trying to flirt with me, you better know how to keep up.”

“Flirting? Nah, I’m just trying to see what’s good with you,” he said, giving you a playful wink. “I don’t get distracted easily, but you got me curious.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, the playful tension between you two apparent. You caught his gaze again, and for the first time, you felt something shift—something deeper than just annoyance at the interruption.

But you quickly shook it off. “Well, you’re gonna need to do more than that if you wanna get my attention, Solo.”

Solo leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice just enough for you to catch the sincerity beneath his teasing. “I’m just tryin’ to get to know you, that’s all.”

You narrowed your eyes, not sure if you believed him, but something about the way he said it made your heart skip a beat. “You’re a little forward for a man I just met.”

He held his hands up. “Alright, alright. I’m just sayin’, you’re a woman whose confident in herself, and that’s rare.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you grabbed the items off the counter and began ringing them up. “Your total’s $6.98.”

Solo swiped his credit card, the chip beeping as it processed. “I’ll see you around, little girl,” he said with a smirk.

You tossed his bandages along with his receipt in the bag without a second glance. “Yeah, we’ll see about that, little boy.”

He grinned one last time before grabbing his bag and heading for the door. “Don’t be missin’ me too much.”

You shook your head as he walked out, the echo of his voice still lingering in your mind. "I don't know if I’ll ever miss you," you muttered to yourself, but deep down, you weren’t so sure anymore.

Night 2 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

It had been a quiet night, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing. You and your coworker Jordan were working together, but the store was pretty empty. The clock read 1:00 a.m., and you were in the snack aisle, restocking chips and candy, while Jordan took care of the cleaning supplies on the other side of the store. It was the kind of shift where you could drift into autopilot—nothing exciting, just getting through the hours until your break.

You glanced around, the aisles stretching out in front of you. The soft hum of the refrigerator section was the only sound besides the occasional shuffle of Jordan’s movements as he worked. You didn’t mind it. Sometimes, it was nice to have a break from the usual chaos of the store.

But that peace didn’t last long. The door chimes rang out, cutting through the stillness, and you didn’t look up right away. It was a common sound at this hour, another person popping in to grab something late.

And then you heard it. That familiar voice that made you roll your eyes even before you saw him.

“Damn, y’all keep moving stuff around up in here?” The voice was unmistakable, even before you saw him.

You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. You shook your head, trying to hide your grin. Solo. It had been a few nights since the night you two made acquaintances.

You continued stocking the shelf for a moment, trying to act like you didn’t already know he was there. You could feel his presence in the air as he got closer, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed to always show up when you were working. Still, you couldn’t deny it—there was something about him that made the late-night shifts a little less boring.

Finally, you turned around, locking eyes with him as he came into view. He was wearing a gray Nike sweatsuit this time, looking relaxed but still somehow stylish in the way only Solo could manage. His brown eyes were already fixed on you, and that signature smirk of his was right where it belonged.

“Ran out of bandages that fast?” you called out, trying to keep the tone light, even though your heart did a little flip when you saw him.

Solo’s grin only widened as he strolled up to you, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Nah, I don’t need bandages this time. I came for something else.” He glanced around the aisle, his eyes scanning the shelves. “They changed everything around in here, though. I can’t find what I need.”

You raised an eyebrow, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, they decided to rearrange everything instead of only some things. Good luck finding what you looking for.”

Solo sighed dramatically, making a show of looking around. “Man, I thought I was just coming in for some snacks, but now I feel like I need a treasure map to find anything. I need some Gatorade and maybe a snack or two. You think you could help me find ‘em?”

You shot him a sideways glance. “You need my help now? Look, I’ll show you, but you better not be trying to make this my problem every time you come up in here.”

“Why not? It ain’t like you got shit to do, not that you would do it anyway,” Solo teased, clearly enjoying this more than he let on.

With a shrug, you grabbed your cart and started toward the drink aisle. “Fine, sir. I’ll show you, but I’m not responsible for your inability to find stuff.”

Solo followed behind you, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Nah, I’m just trying to find the quickest route to get my late-night fix. You know how it is.”

You walked down the aisle, pointing out the rows of drinks. “There’s your Gatorade. And as for snacks, you might want to head to aisle 15. They put all the chips over there now.”

He let out a low whistle as he glanced over the new layout. “Man, they really outdid themselves with this little setup.” He stopped by the Gatorade section and picked up three bottles, tossing them into his basket. “I wasn’t expecting a whole adventure to get something to drink, but I’m not complaining. At least I’m getting my steps in tonight.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that threatened to expose your enjoyment of his antics. “You know, you could use the self-checkout this time. Make this quicker for both of us.”

Solo shot you a playful look. “Nah, I like getting the full experience. Besides, it’s more fun to have you around. You something different. Not what I was expecting to find up in here.”

You glanced at him, wondering what he meant by that. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled, grabbing a bag of chips off the shelf. “I don’t know. Just saying you... different. You don’t act like you just here to get by. You just got that vibe.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You real good at assuming things about people.”

He shrugged, casually tossing the chips into his basket. “Maybe. But I’m usually right.” He gave you a knowing look. “You got bigger things in mind than working a late shift at CVS, right?”

You took a second, trying to figure out how to respond. “I’m just here to do my job. I’m not trying to change the world or anything.” You shot him a playful look. “You just here for snacks or you got a deeper mission tonight?”

Solo smiled, his expression softening just a little. “I’m here for whatever keeps me interested, and right now, it’s you. You make this trip a lot more entertaining.”

You couldn’t hide your amusement at his persistence. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you checked out before you try to flatter me into giving you this treatment all the time.”

With a final smile, he followed you to the counter. You rang up his Gatorade and chips, keeping things casual.

Solo swiped his credit card smoothly, and you handed him his bag, making sure to take your time. “Your total’s $19.89.”

“Thank you, lit- I mean miss lady,” he said, his voice low but teasing as he grabbed the bag and his change.

You shot him a look as you finished up. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be here, same time tomorrow. You know, just workin’ my shift while you’re out there living your best life.”

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on you just a moment longer than necessary. “I don’t mind. I like knowing where to find you.”

With a final wink, he turned toward the door, the soft chime ringing as he stepped out into the night.

You couldn’t help but watch him leave, that familiar flutter returning to your chest.

Jordan had finished his aisle and was heading toward the back when he noticed you standing by the counter, still staring after Solo. “You okay?”

You blinked, quickly snapping out of your thoughts. “Yeah. Just another customer.”

Jordan gave you a knowing look but didn’t press. “Sure. If you say so.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you grabbed the next item from the cart and focused on your work, trying to shake the lingering feeling of Solo’s presence. But as the night wore on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only just beginning- of something.

Night 3 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

It was just past 2 a.m. on another quiet night on the job. You were alone behind the register while your manager, James, was on his smoke break. He was always on a smoke break, but you didn’t mind because he left you alone to do your own thing. The store was mostly empty, aside from a few late-night stragglers who came in sporadically, so you had plenty of time to catch up on the little things that always got pushed to the back burner during busier shifts. You slipped your earphones in, cranking up the volume to block out the silence of the store and get into the rhythm of your work.

The song that came on was "Whatcha Need" by SWV. It was one of those tracks you couldn’t help but move to, no matter how much you tried to focus on the task at hand. You let your body flow with the beat, absentmindedly dancing as you stocked the last of the items around the registers. You had your eyes on the shelves, humming along, not noticing the person who had entered the store.

Solo.

You didn’t hear him approach, too lost in the music and your own groove. But when he saw you, he couldn’t help but stop and watch for a moment, clearly amused by what he was seeing. There was something about the way you moved—effortless, carefree—that caught his attention.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there, but when you spun to place an item on the shelf, he took the opportunity to sneak up behind you. Without a word, he reached forward and pulled one of your earphones out.

You jumped slightly, caught off guard by the sudden contact. But when you saw who it was, you immediately relaxed. Solo stood there, an amused grin on his face as he looked you up and down.

“I see you. You working with something, something,” he said, his voice low. “I didn’t know I was walkin’ into Club CVS though. Y’all must only do this on Wet Wednesdays.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed. “I wasn’t expecting company, so I figured I might as well enjoy myself. What, you jealous?”

Solo raised an eyebrow, taking a slow step closer. “Jealous? Nah, I’m just admiring the view.” He glanced down at the earphone in his hand. “You got good taste in music though.”

You shrugged, pulling the other earphone out of your ear. “You know, SWV never gets old. Gets you right every time. Good for late nights, know what I mean?”

He nodded, still grinning. “I hear that. But you don’t mind me cutting in on your music, do you?” He gestured between the two of you, clearly more focused on you than anything else in the store.

You leaned against the counter, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “Well, I guess I’ll make an exception for you. You don’t usually stop in for a chat.”

Solo tilted his head, his expression softening just slightly. “Maybe I like the vibe here. It’s different, you know? I don’t usually get to see people just bein’ themselves like this. No pressure, no show.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is to you? Just a show?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, not at all. Just real talk. You seem like you know who you are, and I respect that.” He took a step closer to you, the lively energy between you two shifting into something a little deeper.

You paused for a moment, considering his words. Then you let out a sigh. “I mean, yeah. I guess I do know who I am. Or at least, I’m working on it.”

Solo crossed his arms, his gaze softening. “What’s that supposed to mean? You know what you want?”

You looked down for a second, gathering your thoughts. “Well, yeah. I mean, I’ve got big dreams. I want to be a stylist one day. Maybe work with celebrities, you know? I’ve always had a passion for fashion, and I want to turn that into something real. But...” You trailed off, unsure whether you wanted to say more. “Sometimes it feels like it’s just a dream, you know? Like... like I’m stuck here and it’s never gonna happen.”

Solo’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. He took a slow breath before speaking. “I get that. I’ve been where you are.” He paused, the words seeming to weigh on him for a moment. “I’m in wrestling, right? And I’ve had my fair share of people telling me it’s a dream—telling me it’s too much or too risky. And a lot of times, I felt like I was never gonna make it. But... here I am.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, but the sincerity in his voice was evident. “It’s not easy. People can’t see the work that goes into it. They see the glitz and the glam, but not the struggle. But the thing is, if you want something bad enough, you’ll make it happen. You just have to trust that it’s all part of the journey.”

You watched him closely, feeling like his words struck a chord deep inside. You didn’t say anything at first, just letting the silence settle around you. The sound of the store was quiet, just the hum of the lights and the faint noise of the parking lot outside.

Solo finally broke the silence. “I don’t know about you, but I think you’ve got the drive to make it. You’re here doing your thing, not letting anyone tell you what you can or can’t do.”

You couldn’t help but smile, a little bit surprised by his honesty. “I appreciate that,” you said softly. “Really. It’s... good to hear that from someone who actually gets it.”

He gave you a small, encouraging smile. “I got you. And hey, I’ll be around. I don’t think you’ll be stuck here forever.” His voice softened, like he meant it. “You’ll get there.”

You nodded, feeling something shift between you two. “Thanks, Solo. I needed that.”

He didn’t respond right away, just gave a small nod of understanding. The moment lingered before he finally spoke up again.

“Well, I don’t need you to help me find something tonight, so I’ll let you get back to work.” He turned to walk toward the door, but before he stepped outside, he glanced back at you one last time. “But don’t forget what I said. I’ll see you around.”

You watched him leave, the weight of his words lingering in the air long after he was gone. It wasn’t just another random interaction. This one felt different—like it left a mark, an impression on you that wasn’t going to fade anytime soon.

Night 4 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

It was 3 a.m., and the store was completely empty. The silence was almost soothing, a rare reprieve from the usual hustle of early morning customers after a night of partying. You were behind the register, your mind wandering as you absentmindedly flipped through your sketchbook, the pencil gliding over the pages. You weren't working on anything in particular—just letting your hand move freely, creating something that wasn’t bound by the rules of the store or your job. The quiet was a welcome escape. It gave you room to breathe, to imagine, to create.

James, your manager, was outside taking his smoke break, leaving you to hold down the fort alone. The few customers that came in barely spent any time browsing, so you were left to manage the store by yourself, using the time to get lost in the pages of your sketchbook. The soft flick of the pencil on the page was the only sound in the store, and it brought a sense of calm, a peaceful rhythm that you relished in the middle of your shift.

The door chimed suddenly, cutting through the silence, but you didn’t look up at first. Another late-night shopper, you thought, distracted by your drawing. But then, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps that were too confident to belong to just anyone.

You looked up, half-expecting the usual customer. But when you saw him, you stopped mid-stroke. Him.

Tonight, he was dressed differently—gone was his usual sweatsuit. Instead, he wore a black leather jacket, over a baby blue Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, and creased denim jeans that matched his style outside the ring perfectly. There was a noticeable shift in the way he carried himself tonight. His movements were slower, almost as if the weight of the night had caught up with him. You immediately recognized the unsteady rhythm of someone who’d been drinking.

You didn’t immediately react, unsure of how to handle this new version of him. But when he met your gaze, a grin spread across his face, and there was a softness in his eyes that made you pause.

“Well, well, well... something told me I’d find yo’ pretty ass here,” he said, his voice a little rough, but there was still that all in jest tone to it.

You took your pencil from the paper and set your sketchbook down, giving him a half-smile. “Of course. However, you should be home sleeping off whatever it is that's got you leaning like that.”

Solo chuckled, his smile widening as he moved closer to the counter. He didn’t seem to mind his slightly swaying gait as he leaned casually against the register, his eyes not leaving yours. “Yeah, well... I wasn’t planning on coming in here, but now that I’m here, I could use some company,” he said, the all in jest tone still present but layered with something deeper. “Seems like you’re the only one still up.”

You folded your arms, leaning against the counter yourself, studying him carefully. The usual cocky Solo was still there, but there was an undeniable vulnerability to him tonight. His voice had softened, his eyes lacked the usual confidence they carried, and something about his posture made him seem more... human.

“You’re not making much sense tonight, are you?” you laughed, trying to keep the mood light, but a part of you was intrigued by this more laid-back, open version of him.

He smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. His posture had become a bit more slouched, and his eyes dropped for a moment, as though lost in thought before returning to meet yours. “I might’ve had a little too much fun tonight,” he admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. “But that’s why I’m here. To get some air. And... to talk.”

You tilted your head slightly, studying him with a little more curiosity. “It’s pretty late for a chat, don’t you think?”

Solo took a step closer, and this time there was no joking in his eyes. His expression was sincere, almost vulnerable in a way that made your pulse quicken. “Actually, I think you’re exactly the person I want to talk to,” he said, his voice a little quieter, almost hesitant. “You’ve always had this way about you. Like you don’t have to be anything for anyone. You just... do your thing.”

You were caught off guard by the sincerity of his words. This wasn’t the same impish, cocky Solo you’d seen before. There was a weight to his voice, a softness to his gaze that made him seem... more real, more approachable.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him before. “How about we get out of here for a bit? Let me take you somewhere. Just the two of us. No distractions. I could really use someone to talk to.”

You hesitated, glancing around the empty store. You hadn’t planned on stepping away, but the weight of the shift had been heavy, and his presence, though unexpected, felt oddly comforting. You’d never seen him like this, and you were intrigued. After a beat, you nodded. “Alright. I’m going to take my lunch. Let me just tell my manager James,” you said, motioning toward the door.

Solo nodded, a faint smile returning to his face. “I’ll wait here.”

You walked to the back, finding James standing by the door, his cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. “Hey, I’m taking my lunch. I’m just going to sit in my car for a bit,” you said, not bothering to explain too much.

James barely glanced up; his attention fixed on his phone. “Go ahead. You deserve it.”

You nodded and returned to the front, where Solo was waiting. He was standing by the door, but as soon as you appeared, he straightened up and smiled at you. The usual cocky swagger was still there, but there was something more... vulnerable in the way he stood.

You stepped outside into the cool night air. The city was quiet around you, just the distant hum of traffic and the occasional sound of someone walking by. The weight of the night felt different now, heavier in a way that made your heart race. Solo followed you toward your car, his slow but deliberate steps matching yours.

Once inside, you started the engine, letting the car warm up before glancing at him. Solo slid into the passenger seat beside you, his presence filling the space. He was still close, but now there was no need for words. You could feel the shift between the two of you—the playful banter was gone, replaced by something with depth, more personal.

“Thanks for this,” Solo said softly, his voice unexpectedly sincere. “I know you probably didn’t plan on company, but I just... felt like talking to you.”

You glanced over at him, noticing the way his gaze softened, the vulnerability in his eyes a sharp contrast to the confident man who had walked into the store earlier that week. “Yeah, well, I’m here,” you said, the words heavier than you expected. “So, what’s on your mind?”

Solo leaned back in his seat, exhaling a long breath as he stared out the window. “I don’t know... It’s just sometimes it all gets to be too much. You know? The wrestling thing, the people. Everyone’s got their opinions, but nobody sees the real me. They don’t get it.”

You nodded slowly, understanding more than he realized. “I get that. It’s like people see you for what they want, not for who you really are.”

Solo turned toward you, his eyes soft and searching, as if he was trying to figure out what you were thinking. “Yeah. It’s like I’m just a character to them. But... you? You’re real. You don’t play games. That’s why I like talking to you.”

Your breath caught in your chest as you met his gaze. The words were heavy, more meaningful than anything you’d shared with him before. His closeness felt different tonight—tangible, almost magnetic.

“You’ve got dreams, too, right?” Solo said, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Bigger than this job. You’re not stuck here. I can see it.”

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. His words hit a little too close to home, the weight of your own ambitions heavier in this moment. “I do have dreams,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “I told you before that I wanted to be a stylist, work with people who have style, make a name for myself. But sometimes... it feels like I’m just stuck. Like it’s never going to happen.”

Solo’s gaze softened, his hand moving slowly toward your thigh. His touch was deliberate but gentle, warmth radiating through the fabric of your black jeans. The moment his hand made contact, you froze, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through your body. The tension between you was thick now, the space between you shrinking with each passing second.

“I get that feeling too,” he said quietly, his voice low. “It’s hard to believe in yourself when everyone’s telling you what you can’t do. But I know you can. You got what it take.”

You were lost in his gaze, the words hanging heavy in the air. But then, he shifted just slightly, leaning in a little closer. His hand rested on your thigh, a weight that made your heart race and your thoughts scatter.

“What you tryna do?” you whispered, the question escaping before you could think twice.

Solo’s gaze didn’t waver, his voice full of intent. “You.”

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caramelcleopatraa · 9 months ago

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Solo Sikoa In Bed

Headcanons for Solo Sikoa

The most silent out of the bloodline but the mouthiest in bed depending on the day.

He’s dynamic, he can get rough with you, but also be gentle.

After a long day, he loves putting you in doggy and making you whine and cry into the sheets.

Handsy for sure. Always grabbing at your tits, hips or ass whenever he can.

Will always pamper you with amazing head. Eats you out like it's his last meal on earth, making sure your thighs are on each side of his head and holds you in place so you have nowhere to go.

Definitely a grunter when he’s fucking you, but a moaner when you’re sucking his dick.

“Damn baby, that shit feels good.”

“Ugh shit just like that!”

“Ohh- shit! I’m nuttin baby!”

Loves letting you ride him as well, just so he can encourage you until your legs are weak.

“Come on baby, you can do it.”

“Get that nut baby, work for that nut.”

“That pussy feels so good~”

Much more conservative with sexual acts in public. The most you'll get from him is a warning telling you to act right.

“Just wait until we're home baby, imma give you what you're asking for.”

And don't think he’s not gonna whip you into shape when you catch an attitude in public.

“Lose the fucking attitude right now.” You huffed and rolled your eyes, standing in line to pay for your clothes. “I don’t have a fucking attitude.” Solo hums at your words and says, “Alright.”

Later that evening

“You ain’t got no attitude no more do you?” You were ass up face down with your moans bouncing off the walls. “N-no Solo!” His hands massaged your hips as he pounded into you with no mercy, making your body jerk forward with each thrust. “That’s what I thought. But don't worry, Imma make sure you don't catch an attitude again.”

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3eyesdivine · 9 months ago

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Carnalis

as requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk

As Zilla's manager, Selina struggled to maintain her professionalism. This dude was too fine to be real. From the way his grillz gleamed when he smiled to the way his tattoos adorned his skin, every piece of eternal art on that man fit him perfectly.

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

"No, no. Stop it, Selina." The young woman mumbled to herself, shaking the wicked thoughts and visuals from her mind. She refocused her attention on the computer in front of her, studying Zilla's itinerary.

The man was an emerging star in the wrestling world, yet he was popping off quicker than she'd ever seen. She looked into the viewership statistics and discovered that the bulk of Zilla's audience were female. This nearly made the woman's eye twitch, but she couldn't be taken aback by the outcome. Once again, he was a fine ass, tattooed Samoan man. Who wouldn't want, no.. desire, this man?

Picking up her phone, the woman goes to what she believes is her closest friend's contact and sends her a message, literally thirsting for her client.

Girl, Zilla is so damn fine. I know I talk about him a lot but I ain't ever need somebody dick this bad.

And she pressed send, putting her phone down for only a brief moment before it dinged, indicating that she had received a response.

You in yo office, ma?

The message read, Selina's eyes widening as she saw the contact's name and nearly threw her phone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, rising out of her seat and pacing back and forth within her office. Her hands shook with nervousness, and her thoughts became a jumble. What if she just lost her job? Will she be demoted? She couldn't stop thinking about the worst-case scenario.

A knock sounds on her office door, and she walks up to open it, only to be greeted by Zilla himself.

"You gon' let me in?" He questioned, a small grin on his lips as he watched her move aside after hesitating for a moment. "You good?"

Selina cracked a grin while she closed the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, she was stopped by the feeling of large hands and bulky arms wrapping around her waist. She had to hold her breath as a tingling sensation on her neck was followed by the man's lips against her skin, delivering sweet kisses in all of the right spots.

"Zilla, I-" She began to speak, but was silenced by the man, whose left hand snaked to the bottom of the woman's black, flowy dress, which yet managed to embrace her curvaceous figure in all the right places.

The woman's panties were undoubtedly soaked from her wetness, as the man confirmed when he bent her over, her hands on the desk and her legs split apart as Zilla's hand slid past the material of her lace thong and made contact with her smooth, freshly waxed pussy.

His fingers were drenched in her secretions upon the first touch, and she gasped and quietly whimpered as he began massaging her clit. He worked in minimal circles, nipping and licking her ear before pushing her hair out of the way and repositioning his lips on her neck, sucking and kissing, leaving mark after mark for the woman to cover up later.

"You gon' take my dick just like this? Hm?" He spoke, his right hand moving down her back as he pushed her towards the desk even more, her ass pressed against his covered crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was, and she couldn't help but grind and bounce her ass against him.

With his hand still down Selina's panties, he used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to expose his cock.

Lifting her dress up in the back, Zilla's bottom lip slips between his teeth as he lands a hard slap over the woman's plump ass, watching as it recoiled, making the man's cock twitch in excitement.

"Pull them panties down, mamas. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructed, stroking his cock as the woman let the little piece of fabric fall till it pooled around her ankles, leaving her half exposed to the man behind her.

Her cunt was glistening and looked beyond ready to be fucked. Zilla's tongue brushed over his top lip as he analyzed the sight. “Damn, ma. You drippin’.”

With his hand on Selina's lower back, he slipped his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a soft moan in response as he began with gentle thrusts. Even with such a modest speed, along with his length and size, he reached the right spot with each movement, and the woman was already lost in the bliss.

"Yes, daddy. Faster, faster.." Selina purred quietly, one of her hands moving down to rub her clit as she leaned the side of her face on her desk's frigid surface.

Zilla followed along with her request instantly, his hips rhythms transitioning into those of an unrelenting tempo.

Regardless of the fact that the two were in an office within a crowded building, the woman couldn't help but release loud moans for others to hear, and the man didn't care to stop it, instead jerking his hips enough to fuck Selina harder, her ass clapping back against his pelvis as he did so.

"That's right, ma. Let them hear how good this dick makin' you feel." Zilla groaned, hands grabbing her waist with such force that finger imprints could be left against her delicate, soft skin. To be honest, her physique was perfect, and the more he noticed it, the more his hunger for her grew.

His thrusting escalated to pounding, and the strength and roughness of his motions made Selina wetter, to the point that her juices dripped down her thick thighs, probably leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Zilla flung his head back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut, as Selina clenched so hard around his cock that he nearly came.

"Want me to come in you, baby? Talk to me, come on. Lemme hear you." He urged, fucking her faster and harder as he felt his climax arriving rapidly and knew it would be strong.

Selina nodded, her knees buckling and her legs shaking while her upper body trembled as her own orgasm began creeping up on her. "Yes, daddy! I'ma come! Fuck!" She announced, speeding up the circular strokes on her clit as her lower stomach tightened and her moans turned into yells of need.

Finally, they came at the same time. Zilla shot his load deep into Selina's cunt as the woman squirted, her liquids spilling down her legs and drenching the man's gray sweats in the process. "Ohh. Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed, reaching behind her to grab the man's wrist.

Rubbing the woman's lower back, Zilla pulls out and assists Selina in turning around, her body falling limp as he holds her in his arms.

"I done tired yo ass out, huh?" He teased, moving hair out of her face.

Pressing a kiss against her lips, Zilla pulls back and grips the woman’s jaw.

"Send me your room number when we get to Vegas. This ain't the only time you gon' take this dick, ma." He states matter-of-factly before pulling his sweats back up and walking out of the office.

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raya-hunter01 · 11 months ago

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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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Sweetest Pie | Solo Sikoa x Black!fem OC (SMUT) 18+!!!

Kinktober Day #7: Nipple Clamps

"I want that nasty, that freaky stuff.

Live under my bed and keep me up..." 🎶

Description: Raya pays the price of teasing Solo all day.

Warnings: Nipple play (clamps), semi public play, teasing, bratting, brat taming, pet names, vaginal sex.

Face claim: Kat Graham

MDNI!! 18+ BELOW THE CUT

My masterlist can be found here and my kinktober schedule can be found here.

As always my fics are about Solo Sikoa, NOT Sefa Fatu.

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Solo smirked as he watched Raya squirm beneath him, the nipple clamps causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to ripple through her body. "You like that, don't you, princess?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

The two had been at a work related event, wine and dining alongside other bloodline members and wwe execs, painfully boring stuff but Raya had made it her mission to subtlety tease Solo throughout the evening. From light touches and brushing up against him to 'fuck me' eyes from across the room to full on palming his dick under the table durring polite conversation.

Solo had been struggling to keep his composure throughout the evening, his thoughts constantly being pulled back to Raya and her teasing touches. But now that they were alone, he was ready to take control and show her exactly what she had been playing with.

He ran his gloved hands over her body, "You really thought you could get away with teasing me like that all night, didn't you?" he growled. "But now you're mine, and I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson, babygirl."

Raya giggled, "It was the ride of your life." she said.

Solo gave the clamps a gentle tug, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through Raya's body. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as the sensation shot straight to her core.

Solo chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Raya. "You're so sensitive," he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "I love the way you respond to me." He tugged on the clamps again, harder this time, causing her to cry out in an absurd mixture of pleasure and pain.

Raya moaned loudly, her body writhing beneath Solo's touch. "More," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need more."

Solo grinned, clearly enjoying how desperate Raya was for him. "You want more, princess? You want me to give you everything you've been craving all night?" He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll give it to you, but you have to beg for it."

Raya shuddered at Solo's words, her eyes locked on his. "Please, Solo," she whimpered. "I need you to take me. I need you to make me yours. I need you to fuck me until I can't think straight."

Solo hooked his fingers into the waistband of Raya's panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, revealing her glistening pussy and leaving her completely naked save for the jewelry adorning her nipples. "Look at you," he murmured, his eyes roving over her body. "You're so wet for me. So desperate..."

Solo's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Raya. "That's more like it," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "You're so eager for me, aren't you? You want me to make you feel good?" He ran his hands up her thighs, his fingers teasingly tracing the edges of her panties.

Solo ran a finger through her folds, collecting her juices on his finger. "You're dripping for me," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I bet you're aching for my cock, aren't you?"

Solo positioned himself between Raya's legs, his cock hard and throbbing with need. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he slowly slid inside her.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice muffled against her lips.

Solo began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, but quickly picking up speed. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body against his as he pounded into her. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "You wanted me to take you like this, didn't you? Wanted me to fuck you senseless?."

Raya could only moan in response, her body overwhelmed with pleasure as Solo pounded into her. The clamps on her nipples added a delicious element of pain to the pleasure, making every thrust more intense. "Yes," she gasped out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes, this is what I wanted. Needed you to fill me up, Solo."

Solo grinned at her words, clearly enjoying the way she was losing control beneath him. He reached up and twisted one of the clamps, sending a jolt of pain through her body. "You're so close, aren't you?" he panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

Raya's breath hitched as Solo twisted the clamp again, her body tensing up in anticipation of her release. "Please, Solo," she begged, her voice strained.

Solo reached down and began rubbing her clit with his thumb, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Come for me, princess," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you tighten around me."

Raya's body obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her nails digging into Solo's skin as her body convulsed around him.

Solo groaned as he felt her tighten around him, his own release close at hand. "That's it," he gasped, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Take it all, princess. Take everything I give you."

With a final thrust, Solo buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came hard. He collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat as he tried to catch his breath.

Solo rolled off her, pulling her close as they both tried to recover from the intensity of their orgasms. He gently removed the clamps from her nipples, soothing the tender skin with his fingers. "You were amazing," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Raya snuggled closer to Solo, feeling completely satisfied and sated. "So were you," she whispered

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xoxorealitygalore · 23 days ago

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Nasty Dancer II

Trigger Warning: Miscarriage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joseph walked over to her, his gait purposeful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She hadn’t called him. Not yet.

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

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

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

Next: Chapter Three

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AFTER THOUGHT

Severing the bond of loyalty between you and Roman.

SOLO SIKOA IMAGINE ( 18+ )

AUTHOR'S NOTE : : This is my very first time writing something like this, and it also marks my debut post. I wanted to kick things off on a strong note, so here it is—hope you enjoy!

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Solo watched as she slowly rose to her feet, her gaze darting everywhere except to meet his own. He could see the war raging within her, the internal struggle etched plainly on her face. It was clear she was wrestling with the absurdity of the situation, the sheer audacity of Solo's demand to come closer. And yet, despite her hesitation, she was moving towards him. Towards Solo Sikoa. The tension could be felt for miles, the unspoken tension that spoke volumes about the shift in power dynamics. Solo had taken charge, had asserted his new role as the leader of the Bloodline, and now she was acknowledging it, whether she ever thought she would or not.

A surge of triumph raced through Solo's veins as she took cautious steps, her feet carrying herself closer to him against her better judgment. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, pushing her like this. But he also knew that he couldn't keep letting her shut him out, not when he needed her so badly. Not when Roman was no longer an option. Solo had worked tirelessly to earn his place as leader - the head of the Bloodline, and maybe even the only person she’d ever need. It frustrated him, though, that it had taken her this long to fall in line. Hadn’t he given her everything? More than Roman ever could? He shook his head. None of that mattered now. She was there, standing before him, finally doing what he’d wanted all along.

Solo's eyes narrowed as he watched her reaction, her disbelief palpable in the charged air between them. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together loosely. The smirk playing at the corners of his mouth only widened as he drank in the sight of her, curled in on herself like something fragile. It was almost cute, really. Almost. Almost as cute as the way she kept clinging to a past that was nothing more than a distant memory now.

Solo's expression then darkened with an intensity he could no longer suppress as she hesitantly straddled his lap, her delicate hands hovering uncertainly above him. He could feel the heat of her thighs through the denim of her jeans, and he could sense the way her heart raced beneath the loose fabric of her sweatshirt. It was a heady sensation, one that had Solo stiffening with anticipation. His gloved hand reached out to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him, eliminating any remaining distance between her bodies. He could feel every curve and contour of her form, he could only imagine the soft skin hidden beneath the layers of clothing. It was a temptation he knew he would soon give in to, consequences be damned.

Craning his head slightly to meet her face, he searched her depths, searching for any sign of lingering resistance, any hint of loyalty she still clung to. But all he found was a mirror image of his own want. A sharp breath escaped Solo's lips when her hips rolled against his thigh- a gesture he wasn't sure was intentional or not. He couldn't help but grip her hips tightly, the fabric of his pants rubbing against hers as he applied a gentle pressure, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

"Yeah? You like that, baby?"

He continued to hold her, his hands firm as he guided her slowly and leisurely back and forth, the rough fabric of his pants treating a delicious friction against her core. He could feel her squirming against him, desperate for more, and it only fueled him.

"So damn sensitive." He commented as he watched her every move, her every reaction.

"Damnit-"

Solo smirked at her curse, feeling the way her hands clutched at his shoulders, her grip light but still conveying her need. The friction between their bodies was becoming almost unbearable, the air thick with tension.

"That's it," he purred, his breath hot against her ear. He shifted his thigh slightly, adjusting the angle to allow her better access to the friction she so desperately craved. Solo's grip on her hips loosened a little, giving the more control to move as she pleased. "Use me, baby. Take what you need. Come on, baby," he coaxed, "Come on."

Solo's breath hitched as he felt she continued to move against him, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. The heat of her core seeped through her jeans, scorching Solo's thigh and making him throb with want. A low, approving grunt rumbled in his chest as his nails pricked her skin through the lace of his gloves. It only spurred him on, made him want to feel more of her, to touch and taste and claim every inch of her willing flesh. Leaning in, he ran his nose along the smooth skin of her shoulder, breathing in the scent - a mix of soap, shampoo, and something uniquely her. It made his head spin and his cock ache with the need to be inside her.

"Fucking shit," Solo rasped, his lips brushing against her racing pulse. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect in my arms." He nipped at her throat, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. "I could take you right here, right now. Bend you over the arm of this chair and fuck you until you scream." He punctuated his words with a sharp jerk of his hips, grinding his hard, leather-clad cock against her clothed thigh.

Solo's eyes flashed with a feral intensity as her lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a desperate, frenzied dance. He groaned into her mouth. His fingers reached up and tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he plundered her mouth, claiming it as his own. He could feel her nails digging into his chest, the sharp sting of pain only fueling the fire burning in his veins. Like embers refusing to die. Solo's cock throbbed and pulsed as her hips rolled and grinded against him. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life, his length aching for the sweet relief of her tight, wet heat. But as quickly as it had begun, she pulled her lips away, breaking the kiss with a soft whimper. Solo's eyes flashed open, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He watched, transfixed, as her lips parted around a desperate, needy moan.

"Fuck, baby," Solo growled, his voice shakey. "You can't just-"

"Solo-"

He cut off as she spoke, his brows furrowing at the sound of his name falling from their lips. Solo's heart clenched, a strange mix of possessiveness and tenderness welling up inside him. One hand left her hair and reached out, cupping her cheek in his large, gloved hand, his thumb brushing over her kiss-swollen lips. He straightened himself, his forehead resting against hers. Solo's other hand slid down to her thigh, his fingers curling around the soft flesh. He urged their leg higher, encouraging her to wrap it around his waist. At the same time, he rolled his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against her again. Solo chuckled as she eagerly lifted her leg, opening herself up to him completely. The sight of her gripping the back of his chair, a hand at either side of his head, her hips rolling with desperate, wanton abandon against his thigh, made Solo's body jolt. He could feel the damp patch spreading on his pant leg, the fabric growing slick with her arousal. He wanted to bury himself inside her and never leave.

"Fuck, you're so close, aren't you? I can feel how fucking wet you are."

Solo felt her body seize and shudder against him as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching and fluttering around his thigh as she rode his thigh wildly. He groaned, a low sound of pure, unadulterated love and want as he held her close, feeling her ride out the waves of her pleasure until she couldn't continue. He could feel the wet spot on his pants growing, the fabric soaked through with her release. It was a primal, possessive turn-on, knowing he could bring her to such heights of ecstasy with just his thigh. As she slowly came down from her high, her hips stuttering to a halt, Solo leaned in close. He brushed a tender kiss against her temple, her cheek, her lips - anywhere he could reach without startling her from her post-orgasmic bliss.

"I've got you," Solo nuzzled into her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, now tinged with the musky aroma of her release. "I'm so fucking proud of you."

Solo's cock continued to ache and throb, straining against his pants. It started to hurt. He needed release, craved it with every fiber of his being. But more than that, he needed to be inside her, needed to feel her tight, wet heat enveloping him, milking him for all he was worth. He rolled his hips, grinding his rigid clothed length against her sensitive sex, making the next course of action clear.

"Please, Solo-"

Solo's heart raced at her breathless plea, a dark thrill shooting through him.

"Please, fuck, I need it..need you."

He could hardly believe his ears, scarcely able to fathom that this gorgeous creature was begging him, Solo Sikoa, to fuck her. Him, the self-proclaimed tribal chief, the outcast, the villain. Here she was, trembling and panting in his lap, her voice rough with need as she begged him to take her, to claim her, to make her his.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear those words from your pretty little mouth." He rolled his hips again. "How many times I've imagined you begging for my cock, needing it like you need air to breathe."

Solo's hands slid down to the hem of her sweatshirt, pushing it up and over their head in one swift impatient motion, along with her bra. He tossed them carelessly to the floor, leaving her bare from the waist up, their skin flushed and glowing in the low light of the room. Solo drank in the sight, his eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of her. He leaned down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts. He laved his tongue over the sensitive peaks of her nipples, circling and teasing until they pebbled beneath his ministrations. Solo groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin as he sucked one tight bud into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth and laving it with his tongue.

His hands slid down and in one swift motion, he changed their positions. Before either of them could blink, he was on his feet with her bent over the armrest of the chair, his hands sliding down to her jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down from behind. He pushed the denim down her legs, taking her panties with them until she was bare before him, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and arousal. He could see the way her face flushed and prickled with anticipation, he could hear the hitch in her breath as she awaited his next move. It sent yet another fresh surge of blood rushing to his already painfully hard cock. He stepped between her thighs, his hands gripping the soft flesh as he pushed her legs further apart. Solo kneeled down, running his nose along the inside of her thigh, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal. He could feel the heat radiating off her, could see the way her lower lips fluttered with each shallow breath.

Solo's tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of her sex, tasting her essence. He groaned at the exquisite flavor, and lapped at their dripping folds. Solo's hands slid around to her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm globes as he ate at her pussy like a starving man at a feast.

"Gonna fill this tight little cunt." He emphasized his words with a sharp thrust of his tongue, spearing it deep into her channel. His gloved fingers found her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a rough, calloused pad. He rubbed and flicked and teased until he felt her hips bucking against his mouth, her body writhing with need. Only then did he pull back, his chin and lips coated with her slick juices.

He could see the need and hunger in her eyes as she glanced back at him over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted. It was a sight that would be forever etched in his mind, a memory he would cherish and revisit in the depths of the night.

With that, Solo straightened himself, his hands going to the waistband of his pants. He wasted no time to drag the zipper down, shoving it and his boxers down his thick, muscular thighs until his cock sprang free. It was huge, long and thick and hard as steel, the broad head already weeping with pre-cum.

Solo gripped himself in his gloved hand, giving his length a few swift pumps as he notched the tip at her entrance. He could see the way her lower lips glistened and fluttered, begging to be filled. Solo's breath hitched as he teased their slit with the head of his cock, coating himself in their slick arousal. Finally, he thrusted his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat with one swift, powerful stroke.

Solo groaned along with her, a long, low sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as her walls clenched and fluttered around him. He could feel every inch of their velvet softness, every ridge and curve molding to the shape of his thick cock. It was heaven, pure fucking heaven.

Solo set a relentless pace, pounding into her with deep, powerful thrusts that shook the very chair beneath her. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Solo's low, groans and her high-pitched cries of ecstasy. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling her back to meet each brutal thrust as he fucked her.

"This cunt was made for my cock. It's sucking me in, gripping me so fucking tight." He leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked skin as he bit and sucked at her shoulder.

Already, Solo could feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight as his cock pulsed inside her. He was close, so damn close, but he was determined to make her cum first. He wanted to feel her pussy clamping down around him, milking him for all he was worth as she screamed his name.

"I want to feel this sweet cunt coming all over my cock. I want you to fucking drench me, baby. Give it to me."

He could feel her body tensing, her back arching as she chanted his name like a desperate prayer. It encouraged him to go on, made him fuck into her with even more fervor, the chair creaking and squeaking beneath the force of his thrusts.

"That's it, baby," Solo snarled, "Fucking take it. You got it."

With a final, brutal thrust, Solo buried himself to the hilt inside her clenching sex. At the same time, he pinched her clit hard, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers as he ground his pelvis against hers. The sensation was too much, too intense, and with a sharp cry, she came undone.

Solo felt her walls clamp down around him like a vice, gripping his cock so tightly he thought he might break. Her body shook and shuddered, her back arching as she screamed his name, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. The sound of it, the feel of her pussy spasming and milking his cock, pushed Solo over the edge.

With a roar, Solo came hard moments after, his cock pulsing and jerking as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her. His body shuddered as well, jerking uncontrollably as he emptied himself, his cock throbbing and pulsing with each powerful spurt of his release. He held her in place as he filled her with his hot, thick cum. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over him as he marked her as his own.

"damn," Solo groaned, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. He could feel his seed flooding her womb, her belly starting to swell slightly with the sheer volume of his release. His hips continued to rock and grind against hers, working his cock in and out of her now overly sensitive core. He was prolonging their shared pleasure, making it last as long as possible as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. His hands roamed her body, stroking and caressing every inch of exposed skin he could reach, as if trying to memorize the feel of her.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Solo's release began to subside. He slumped forward, draping his larger frame over her back as he caught his breath. His softening cock remained nestled inside her, plugging her up, making sure not a single drop of his seed would leak out.

Solo pressed soft, lingering kisses along her shoulder blades, up the nape of her neck, before turning her face towards his. He captured her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, pouring all of his satisfaction and contentment into the embrace. His tongue delved into her mouth, further than before, allowing her to taste and swallow her own sweetness.

As the kiss broke, Solo rested his forehead against her shoulder.

Now

Roman was just an afterthought.

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ripleylove · 7 months ago

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Show all my love for you.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have Solo Sikoa x Fem reader with the prompt “What’s the one thing you want?” “You”?

pairing: Solo Sikoa x fem reader.

genre: friends to lovers,fluff and a bit suggestive.

summary: while waiting for your beloved birthday,a confession to your best friend Solo completely change the way you see each other.

A/N: im liking this type of layout for my posts! I think it's gonna be a definitive thing ;)

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As your birthday got closer,you couldn't help but be excited.

That's why you were happily yapping to Solo about your birthday plans,him lovingly looking at you while listening.

You told him about having dinner with your friends (including him) at an Italian restaurant, then about the way you were going to get absolutely wasted at the bar.

"What gifts do you think you gon' receive?" He asked,leaning on his elbow while looking at you.

"That's a million dollar question, Solo." You hummed,trying to think about the things your friends are gonna gift you.

"I think,Chimera is gonna get me a perfume? Since the other day she asked if I liked perfumes; and,Ilaria maybe bought a watch,I don't know. I'm going off my sixth sense,you know?" You teased,smiling sheepishly.

"Oh,my bad." Solo jokingly raised his arms in surrender,and the both of you laughed.

"What's the one thing you want the most?" He asked,and you smirked: this was your perfect occasion.

You and Solo have been friends for over 5 years,and you may or may not have fallen for him,so now you could shoot your shot.

"You."

You said with confidence, while inside your heart the feeling of anxiety and fear of being rejected was rising.

He looked at you with wide eyes,his mouth slowly open.

He stayed silent for some seconds,before he quietly started talking.

"You're for real? Like you actually want me?" He asked with a hopeful tone,looking at you with puppy eyes (that you couldn't quite frankly resist).

You nodded with a little smile gracing the lips that Solo was staring at,and you slowly inched closer to him,giving him a full possibility to back away.

As you finally inched closer to his plump lips,he asked again.

"You're not playing with me?"

"Nah,So. I really really like you. Do you feel the same?" You asked him,and when he eagerly nodded,you almost hurried to kiss his lips.

The feeling was something you've never experienced before,his soft lips hugging yours in a soft embrace,and he deepened the kiss with his tongue,caressing your round cheekbones with his rough hands.

As you pulled away with a red face,you asked him:

"Since when do you like me?"

"For,maybe,3 years? I was too scared to tell you." He said shyly,taking your right hand in his and planting a chaste kiss on it.

"So? Are you going to show me how much you like me?" You smirked,looking lustfully at him.

"Oh,fo' sure,ma. Watch me while I show all my love for you." He smirked,his behaviour doing a complete 360,sliding his hands under your shirt.

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starlightsreigns · 15 days ago

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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

send your request, as usual, and i'll try to get them done!

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