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eringobragh420 · 2 months ago

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🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Damian is betrayed at SummerSlam and he seeks revenge. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Hatefuck (this is a hatefuck, not just rough sex, the characters do not like each other), unprotected p in a, name-calling, spit/spitting, cum 18+ 🖤 Notes: Spanish translations are at the end of the story. I do not speak Spanish, so if anything is incorrect, please let me know and I’ll fix it! 🖤 Taglist: @eddiesrockstargirlfriend, @terrortwinunicorn. If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @miss-kuki-nz. Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

Damian’s middle finger corkscrewed its way inside her, plunging in and out roughly, no regard for whether it was painful or pleasurable for the woman bent over the back of the plastic couch. The whimpers falling ruefully from her lips, the squeezing and clawing at the formidable couch cushions, they were all he needed to hear. Allowing her even just a hint of euphoria would have been counterintuitive to his mission.

“Shut up,” he hissed. He removed his finger from her tight little asshole, catching her sigh of relief in the air, and he slapped her ass, this time delighting in the wretched scream he ripped from her throat. He reached forward, shoving his index and middle fingers in front of her face, the latter of which had just been buried to the root inside her ass. “Spit,” he ordered.

“Fuck you,” she retorted.

Damian snatched a handful of her hair and hauled her head back. Her hands supporting her upper body nearly came off the couch. “No, fuck you. Traitor bitch.”

In spite of her situation and current position, she giggled softly, moving her head back a bit in an attempt to put some slack between her hair and his hand. He noticed, tightening his grip, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more power to start severing hair from scalp.

“I’m the traitor?” she replied, breathless. “You chose Rhea over me, not the other way around.”

He leaned forward, nostrils flaring, and his teeth scraped the shell of her burning ear. “I said fucking spit.” And he tugged on her hair just a bit more.

She cried out this time, and he smirked, watching with blown pupils as her mouth worked to gather as much saliva as she could before she spit onto the two fingers he was offering. He brought them back around to her ass and slipped both inside a hole he’d never been in before and was desperate to fuck. He met resistance, a lot of it, and her hands reached for the edges of the cushions so she could pull away. He wrenched her head back, receiving another squeal.

“What, does it hurt?” Damian taunted, forcing his fingers further inside.

“Yes, it fucking hurts, you prick!” she hollered.

“Good,” Damian mumbled, watching with childlike wonder as his two thick fingers vanished within her hole. Her legs were fighting now—not kicking him, though she had several opportunities to cause significant damage to one of his knees with her boot—and the only real outcome was the pleasure and amazement he experienced as her ass tightened around him every time she struggled. He released her hair and she collapsed forward as he reached down to adjust himself in his blue jeans, finding the biggest lump he’d ever felt. He was going to teach this bitch a lesson once and for all.

“I’m gonna miss this,” he mused, fucking his fingers as far into her as possible, scissoring, before pulling out and doing it again. “I finally get this ass, and you gotta go off and do some dumb shit.”

“I did what I had to do,” she growled through clenched teeth. “Everybody is done living in Damian and Rhea’s shadow.”

“Fine,” Damian shrugged, shoving her down onto the cushions, skin slapping against the plastic. “No more shadows for you, felicidades.” He removed his fingers from her swollen hole. “And after tonight, no more dick.” He started work on his belt.

“Wait,” she stammered, eyes snapping shut. “That was only two fingers.”

“I guess you can add math to your resume since you probably won’t have a job very soon.” The buckle of his belt clinked as the pieces separated, he pulled the button through, and finally the zipper came down. Even he was impressed with the bulge bursting through the opened zipper.

“Go to hell, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. “And I’m fucking serious, Priest, that was only two fingers.”

“So?” Damian lasciviously asked. “I stretched you out.”

“Not enough!”

“And why is that?” he wanted to know, grinning from ear to ear.

“Priest …”

“Just tell me why.”

She huffed. “Because you’re fucking huge, okay? It’s not gonna fit, and you fucking know it.”

“Ohh, I see,” Damian said, then after a beat, “Well, I’ll just have to make it fit, won’t I?”

“Priest, listen …”

“Are you gonna apologize? Say you’re sorry?”

“Fuck no, I have nothing to be sorry for. You and Rhea—” Damian pressed the blunt, weeping head of his cock against her puckered hole. “No, okay, wait!” He stopped just before entering. “Just … one more finger …”

Damian rolled his eyes, shaking his head, and he planted his feet on the floor, her legs dangling between his and the back of the couch. She couldn’t even say she was sorry to prevent what was probably about to be a fairly brutal assault on her asshole. She could leave anytime she wanted—anytime she wanted to speak the safe word—they both knew that, but she was still here, face down, ass up, silently begging for the punishment she deserved. Begging for one last ultra fuck before they inevitably went their separate ways.

“Just say you’re sorry, and this’ll all be over,” he breathed, unsure if he could stand by that statement for much longer. He grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, staring at not only the forbidden fruit that was her asshole, but the perfect, dripping pussy just below. Fuck, he was gonna miss that cunt, so hot, wet, so tight. He’d come inside her so many times he was sure her inner walls were permanently white. He’d never been so sexually compatible with someone he’d utterly detested since Jump Street, and if history was any indication, she didn’t care for him much further than the mind-blowing orgasms he’d given her.

“Fine!” she said. “Fine …” Damian paused, brows knitted together, and he looked at the back of her head and then at the head of his desk pressed against that pretty hole, and Jesus fuck, would he be able to stop if she did speak the safe word? “I’m sorry,” she quietly said. Damian’s stomach dropped to the floor and his heart was beating so fast it felt like one long continuous beat. ”Sorry I didn’t fuck you over sooner.” And she cackled. The bitch cackled, and Damian’s vision went from a lustful haze to a bloody red, and his lips pulled back from his teeth.

He pressed the head of his cock against her hole again, this time pushing past the resistant ring of muscle, stretching her asshole more than it was intended, and she screamed, a primal roar from deep in her diaphragm, and Damian didn’t care if anyone heard them or if they complained. Security could be called and demand he open the door, which he would refuse, and then they’d unlock the door themselves and enter to find a desperate WWE superstar taking it up the ass like she owed him something. Hell, they might even watch. His cock twitched inside her, and her body spasmed.

“I fucking hate you,” she sobbed, ass clenching around him as he continued his journey. “I’m so happy you lost the title. Gunther looks so much better wearing it than you do.”

Damian winced, scowling, and he grabbed her hips, stuffing his dick so far in her ass he felt heaven. She screamed, clawing at the cushions, kicking her legs. Damian fought to capture her hands, crushing her wrists within his grasp, and he pulled, straightening her arms behind her and bowing her spine enough to hear a bone pop.

“I’m gonna rip your fucking ass apart,” he threatened, thrusting in and out now, groaning between words as that tight muscle did everything it could to remove the foreign object from its passage. “I’m gonna ruin your ass for any other man just like I did that pussy.”

Her struggling was becoming less and less, and Damian wondered if it was from exhaustion, pain, or pleasure. Because while this was the best his cock had ever felt and he would likely, embarrassingly, unload inside her in not but a few minutes, he didn’t want her getting any satisfaction from the situation. He wanted her to hurt so she would always remember what she did to him, what she did to them.

“Good,” she replied, glancing at him over her shoulder. Damian intrinsically met her gaze, promptly regretting it because he would miss the beautiful shade of her eyes, the coquettish way she smiled at him, much like she was doing now, and this wasn’t going how he’d planned. “But you’re still gonna be a loser,” she crooned, tilting her head this way and that.

Damian’s vermillion vision now became tunneled. He yanked his cock from her asshole, the head stuck in her tight ring for just a moment, her body squirming as she whined until he was able to work it loose. He relinquished her wrists so he could take another handful of her hair, and he guided her to the bed, shoving her onto the mattress. She laughed into the sheets, landing on her elbows and knees, and Damian thought he might throttle her, but he held back. He could do much more damage in her asshole.

“Get on your back,” he commanded. When she didn’t listen, he tossed her into the position he desired, flinging her legs apart and pressing her thighs into her chest, bringing her ass off the bed. “I want you to watch while I split you in half.”

“Hit me with your best shot, big guy,” she taunted, but he saw her eyes before she closed them, feigning ecstasy. He saw the trepidation there—unfortunately, there wasn’t quite enough of it to satisfy him.

He lined his fat cock up with her puffy hole, still holding her thighs, and he pressed in slowly just to be sure he was completely inside before he drove his hips forward, shoving everything he had within her, and she cried out, reaching back to flatten her hands against the headboard. He’d torn her shirt earlier when he’d snatched her from the hallway and drug her into his hotel room, so he grabbed the ends and ripped it open, revealing his favorite set of tits, both in real life and in porn. She never wore a bra, and he knew it was because she wanted men to look at her and get flustered, or maybe slapped by their wives. Fuck, Damian hated this girl. So why did she have to have the most perfect breasts? Why was her pussy the tightest and the wettest and the fucking prettiest? And why, God, why did her asshole have to be just a few sizes too small for his dick, which, in his opinion, made it the ideal size.

“This what you wanted?” he panted, fucking her ass unreservedly, pressing almost his full weight on her thighs and hips. “Your disloyal ass filled with my cum?”

“I wanted you to lose the match,” she heaved with each thrust. “My ass filled with cum is just a bonus.”

“Stupid slut,” Damian chided. He wrapped one huge hand around her throat and lifted her head and shoulders off the bed. “Open your mouth.”

Lost in the moment, or eager to get this over with, she obeyed, dropping her jaw, even letting her tongue fall out. Or was she trying to best him at his own game? Shoving the question to the back of his mind, he amassed a mouthful of saliva, a feat easily achieved by thinking about how juicy her pussy was even though it hadn’t been touched once since this entire ordeal had begun, and he brought her closer to him before spitting in her waiting mouth. He released her throat so he could lift her jaw and close her mouth to keep his wad of spit exactly where he left it, dropping his forehead to hers as his straining cock fucked her out.

“You know we’re done after this, right?” he respired. She was only able to nod, and he hadn’t felt her swallow yet. She was still tasting his saliva on her tongue, and his dick twitched deep in her asshole. “And I can’t fucking wait to be rid of you.”

She grabbed his hand and moved it from her mouth, placing it on a bouncing breast. He released her other leg, and she wrapped them both around the backs of his thighs. “You’re gonna miss this pussy,” she whispered, “and now you’re gonna miss my ass. Aren’t you?” To emphasize her inquiry, she used the headboard and the grip on his legs to start bouncing her ass on his cock.

“Ah, fuck,” Damian sighed, eyes closing, letting her impale her own asshole with his turgid dick.

“I helped cost you the title tonight and your cock is still buried inside me,” she continued taunting, rolling her hips in circles, giving his cock the opportunity to experience every inch of a hole he’d never be inside again. “Because you’re pathetic, Priest.”

He pulled his cock out of her ass with a slight sucking sound, and roughly rolled her onto her front. He kept her thighs together as he mounted her, spreading her ass cheeks so he could see exactly where to plunge his rigid member. Once completely inside, he felt her knees bend and feet kick, and he jammed her face into the bed with a meaty forearm as he rode her into oblivion. She groaned, though it was difficult to tell if it was from pain or pleasure, so he fucked harder, and that’s when he saw a tear growing in the corner of her eye. Somehow, somewhere, he found it within him to slam his hips into her with even more gusto.

“Who’s pathetic now?” he bit, moving his forearm so he could spit on her cheek. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch it as it rolled down her cheek. “Fuck!” he yelled. He pulled out of her ass and climbed her body quickly, jerking his cock over her face until he came all over her cheek, nose, forehead, and still extended tongue. “You may have cost me the title,” he started, slapping her face with his softening cock, “but I’m not the one with a fucked out asshole.” He stood from the bed, tucked himself away, zipped, buttoned, started working on his belt. She rolled onto her side, wiping cum from her eye. He leaned his fists on the mattress. “And I’m not the one wearing some loser’s cum on my face.” He winked at her before pushing off the bed and heading for the door. “See ya around.”

“Not if I see you first,” she called after him.

Damian smirked, closing the door behind him.

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starlightsreigns · 4 months ago

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slow down | the judgment day

summary: maia looks innocent, that's her trademark, but a certain group of misfits knows an act when they see one. it's time to test their theory, and they've met their match - she's their hardest opponent yet and she's here to win.

warnings: 18+ nsfw! unprotected sex, public (sorta) sex, cursing, drinking. smut x1000, minors please don't interact!!

word count: 3.4k

author's note: pls this is truly material to call me a sl*t, but here we are with NO shame. one of the only work that I have that's more than two people, so... yeah. part two, maybe???

darling, slow down

Maia’s hips sway to the beat of the loud music blaring in the club. Her hands are in the air, completely in a different headspace, thanks to the immeasurable amount of liquor she’s consumed in the past hour and a half. Her friends surround her, almost as a shield, in their own worlds. Her eyes slowly close, feeling free, not even realizing the eyes that we’re watching her, interested, thirsty, and ready to pounce.

Damian sits at the back of the room, perfectly centered to where Maia is dancing. He crosses his arms, so transfixed on her that he doesn’t even hear what his stablemates are talking about.

“Uh-oh, look who found Maia.” Dominic slaps his hand on Damian’s shoulder, peering over to watch Maia. “Damn, man, I get it, she’s..” He trails off, almost lost in her movements.

As the song changes, Maia opens her eyes, perfectly falling on Damian through the crowd. She smiles realizing his gaze on her. For a second, she contemplates her next move, but the fire from his gaze lights something deep inside her and she goes with the action she’d never do on a sober mind because she was way too chicken to ever do it. Her long legs are bare, her skirt is short and her stride is long and sultry as she approaches where The Judgement Day members all sit. She glances at them all, taking a moment to lick her lip.

“Anyone wanna dance?” She leans over to ask, her breast slightly on display and the guys can’t help but take a look.

Rhea sits back, taking in the slightly younger woman and how everything she wears hugs her body in the right way. Her eyes settle a moment on the black bralette she’s wearing and the way it doesn’t hide her hard nipples, even in the dark. Dominik focuses on her perfectly red lips and the way the lipstick hasn’t moved all night and the way he wants to smudge it. He shifts in his seat, trying to push the thought away before it manifests in a way he couldn’t hide it. Finn, on the other opposite side of Damian whose sitting in the middle, has his eyes on the length of her skirt and the way that he could drag her into the bathroom and fuck her over the sink without messing up her outfit. Then there was Damian, who is stuck on the thought that Maia wasn’t as innocent as she portrays on screen or backstage — he could see it in the way her eyes light up.

As the next song picks up, Damian stands, “I’ll take a dance with you.” He glances back at his stablemates, sending them a knowing nod. “She’ll be right back.”

Their plan was in action, and little did they know, Maia was on a mission of her own tonight.

Slow down.

Maia clasps Damian’s hand as she leads him to the dance floor. A nice funky, R&B beat fills the tight space. With her back pressing onto him they move slowly and sensually. She is pleasantly surprised at the way Damian falls into step with her. The lyrics felt directed to them and she can’t help but turn to look at the older man.

Baby, I’ve been fantasizing, just looking in your eye.

Their eyes lock on each other. Someone stumbles past and pushes them further together. Maia rest her hand on Damian’s hard chest, her motions still on the beat. Damian snakes his hand around her back, following.

You know I’m looking for more, and you’re what I’ve been praying for.

Maia turns again, pressing her ass against Damian’s crotch, whining down, bending at the waist to slowly grind against him. His hands move towards her hips, dangerously close to her ass, and squeezing.

I’m not one to play around like this, it’s so real, and I love how it feels, love it when we slowly sway.

She comes back up to rest against his chest, laying her head back to look up at him. They sway with the music, Damian's arms now around her stomach, staring back at her.

I love the way we move, the way we move.

Maia smiles to herself, feeling his light touch – Damian’s hands start at her shoulders, lightly tumbling down her exposed sides. His warm hand on her lower back makes her hum as she glances back at him. His head ducks down to press a warm kiss on her neck. She sets a hand against his thigh, wanting him to get closer to her. His scent was intoxicating and that’s all she wanted.

We can have every night, yeah, we can have every day. Ooh, I want you too. I need you.

They stay like that for a while. Maia lets her eyes shut, letting the music take control. She doesn’t even realize the effect that she’s having on the Puerto Rican man behind her or his friends seated not too far away from them, completely checked in to what’s going on.

And when the song transitions to another, Damian goes to move back, but she holds him in place, turning to look up at him. Nothing is said as he lets his hand slightly fall a little lower, resting on her ass. They don’t move, feeling everyone else around them. Her hand rests on his tattooed arm, slightly grazing her fingernails down making him unknowingly shudder.

Dominik comes up from behind Damian, resting his hand on her hip. Her bright eyes met his with a smile. He pulls her into him and her thoughts shift. His hand lays flat on her stomach with her back to him, once again dancing.

“You’re too sexy.” He mutters in her ear and she presses her thighs together in search of some relief from the pressure. “Don’t push it away.” Dominik kisses her neck.

She throws her head back gently into his neck with her eyes closed. Dominik bites his lip, focused on that red lipstick again, desperately wanting to kiss and taste her. Maia puckers her lips, leaning up slowly as he leans down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate. Dominik spins her around so they’re chest to chest, reconnecting their lips. She caresses his arm, lost in a trance for a while.

“Come home with us.” Dominic breathlessly whispers in her ear, letting his hand travel down to the hem of her short skirt.

Maia turned slowly taking him in, “And what will I win if I do.” Her lips moved perfectly and that’s all Dominik could focus on. “Lost for words?” She teases.

“We’ll make it worth your time, mami, I promise.”

He glances back, locking eyes with who could only be described as The Demon. Finn takes his time coming to meet the pair. Dominik gives his place. Maia’s eyes are low in the smoky room and it could drive the Irishmen crazy — and when she licks her lip, he has no choice but to give in to his desires, knowing that he couldn’t wait any longer.

“C’mere.” His voice was thick with lust.

Finn leads Maia past the bar, towards a bathroom, pushing the door open with his back. His friends shared a look, knowing things were going perfectly. The bathroom, matching the atmosphere of the club, was dim. He locks the door behind him and stalks towards her, where she leans against the sink, one heel slowly kicked up. Maia smirks when he finally stands in front of her. The music still pulsates through the room and her eyes dips from his to the front of his pants, pleasantly surprised to see how rock solid he was.

It all felt like slow motion — Finn grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to face the mirror. They stare at each other through it and Maia can’t help but press her ass against him, moving slowly, teasingly.

“C’mon, don’t try to be a gentleman, take what you’ve come to get.” Her voice was laced with sex. She slowly hikes up her skirt, arching her back as she leans over — nothing hiding her pussy from his vision.

At the sight, Finn groans, unzipping his pants. Maia’s breath gets stuck in her throat, feeling the tip of his dick pressing against her entrance. Her lips find themselves between her teeth again, feeling Finn pushes into her slowly. Her mouth hangs open slightly, a moan escaping. When he’s flesh against her, Finn moves his hand to sit around her stomach, pulling her up against his chest and thrusting deep.

“Fuck.” The profanity leaves her mouth.

As the music picks up, so does Finn’s movement. It’s not soft and she loved every second of it, he pounds into her as if he knew that’s exactly what she liked. And Maia feels like she’s on cloud fucking nine. The moans never stop from her and Finn can’t control himself at the faces she makes. He hits her g-spot, over and over, pushing deeper into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Maia is breathless, holding onto Finn’s arm, squeezing tightly.

He didn't let up and Maia was in absolute bliss. Finn’s hand moves from her stomach, down to her clit, rubbing along to his pace, making Maia reach her peak quicker. A single tear falls from her eyes and Finn kisses it, feeling her cling around him.

A moan falls from his lips, “Go on, baby, come for me.” He bites her lips softly as she completely falls apart against him, feeling the orgasm shake her to the core. “Good girl.” He grunts, and his pace becomes sloppy.

Maia has to muster all the power in her body to pull him out of her, crouching down in her heels to take him in her mouth. She strokes his dick, letting the tip hit the back of her throat until Finn’s eyes squeeze shut, coming down her throat. His groans are like music to her ears and when she swallows, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, plastering an innocent look on her face.

She stands up, pulling her skirt down. Maia presses a kiss on his neck, smiling at the light red stain that she leaves. Her finger lightly traces it.

“Wanna take me home?” Her manicured finger rests on his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.” She winks, stepping out of the bathroom, and leaving him to get situated.

After more dancing, Maia stepped out of the club in desperate need of fresh air. She leans against the windows of the building, staring out at the parking lot. Even after her bathroom quickie earlier, she wasn’t satisfied and the cold air hitting her skin only heightened that need. As if on cue, Dominik pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on hers.

“What you doin’ out here, mama?” Dominik comes up to her, pulling her towards him.

“Just gettin’ some air, what’s up with you, Dom?” Maia hooks her finger around one of his belt loops. “Come to keep me company?”

They shared a quick look that solidified the fact that they weren’t outside for air.

The car is parked in the back corner of the parking lot. Maia rested her back on the cool leather, humming as Dominik peppered kisses on her warm skin. She smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. He lays his hand gently on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. They maintain eye contact as his finger finds her heat, slowly running a finger through her slick folds. Maia bites her bottom lip with an exhale, resting her head back.

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, sliding a finger into her wet cunt. Maia’s mouth slightly falls open, arching her back looking for more. “Mm, so wet.”

“Fuck me, please,” She whined.

Dominik chuckled, drinking her in as he unbuckled his belt. Maia had her skirt bunched up around her stomach and her top down slightly to expose her hard nipples. Maia sits up slowly as he pulls his dick out of his pants, stroking a couple of times, his eyes on her.

“Come ride me, baby.”

Maia peels off the leather, straddling over him, pressing a kiss onto his lips as he pushes into her. Dominik squeezes one of her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sound of their slapping skin is the only sound in the car.

“fuck,” Maia moans, resting her forehead against his. “oh yeah, just like that.” She holds his face in her palms, printing her red lipstick all over his mouth.

Their pace quickens and their moans start to mix together. The windows start to fog as Maia throws her head back, holding onto Dominik’s shoulder trying to chase the high. His hands connect with her ass several times, the slaps ringing out in the car. Maia groans,

“You look so fuckin’ good, baby,” Dominik murmurs in her ear. “Come here.”

The new position had Dominik hovering over her with Maia’s legs basically touching the roof of the car. A yelp escaped from her mouth when he slid back in her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. The pleasure rushed over her again. Her breath caught in her throat, pressing her hand against his chest.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maia moaned, filled with lust. “Holy shit.” she gasped feeling the butterflies in her stomach.

Dominik’s moans and grunts filled her ears as he drilled into her at a relentless pace. Maia could barely open her eyes to see the fogged-up windows or his sweaty chest, all she could see was stars and her release on the brink. She was so close.

“Go ‘head, Maia.” Dominik’s voice lulled her on. “Cum for me.”

And with that, Maia feels all her walls tighten. She lets out a ragged breath as he fucks her through her climax and proceeds to chase his. Maia locked eyes with him while licking her still-red lips. That tears Dominik apart as he pulls out, cumming over her stomach with a grunt.

Maia smiles drunkenly, closing her eyes for a moment in bliss.

—

The air in the car was thick. The anticipation of what was coming was enough to power the city. Damian sits behind the steering wheel, Finn in the passenger seat with Maia in the backseat between Dominik and Rhea. Her eyes slowly look up to the rearview mirror, catching Damian's gaze as she licks her lip. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, impatiently.

—

The house is impressive, but Maia’s thoughts were on everything but that. She holds a new cocktail in a square glass in her hands. She stares out at a pool in the backyard, nearly done with her drink when someone comes up behind her. The lights in the room are low, and music from the club is playing. The person behind her moves her hair, resting a kiss on her neck. She slowly closes her eyes, leaning back against them.

“I never got that dance.” Rhea’s Australian accent fills her ears.

Maia turns, setting her glass down. “I can give you a dance.” She murmurs, looking around the room to see them alone. “Or something better.”

Rhea leans down, taking Maia’s lip into hers, kissing her roughly, trying to memorize her sweet taste. She leans down, hooking her arms under Maia’s ass and wrapping her legs around her waist. The kiss is breathless and they both refuse to be the first to pull away.

“I have plans for you, baby.” Rhea bites Maia’s bottom lip. “But you have to wait.” She presses her lips to Maia’s one more time before setting her down.

Dominik appears beside Rhea, taking the chance to capture Maia’s lips in a deep kiss, smacking her ass. She rests her hand around the back of his neck, letting her nails graze over the soft skin then moves them down to the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin. Dominik, not breaking the kiss, moves them back to the center of the room. Another body presses up behind her, peppering kisses on her neck.

“Let’s take you upstairs.” Finn says, lightly nibbling her ear.

Finn leads them up the stairs, with Dominik closely behind Maia. She holds onto his hand, keeping them both steady as they enter the dimly lit room. Maia takes a moment to scan the room — it’s huge, and her eyes land on two armchairs near the window where Rhea and Damian were sitting, having stopped their conversation at the sight of her.

Maia walks around to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the pair. She grabs the straps of her top, sliding them down her shoulder slowly, giving them all a view of her breast. She bites her lip, resting on the palm of her hands when Rhea gets up, stalking her like prey.

“Touch me, gorgeous.” Maia groans softly.

The Australian woman caresses Maia’s thighs, deeply gazing into the eyes of the woman under her, then gets on her knees to come face to face with her dripping wet cunt. Rhea places a soft kiss on her inner thigh, so close to Maia’s heat causing her to softly fall back against the mattress. Finn and Dominik watched for a moment but received a look from Damian and took their leave. When Rhea’s tongue met Maia’s clit, a deep sigh left her lip, slowly arching her back. She can’t help but tangle her fingers in Rhea’s hair.

“So good.” She moans, her breath hitching in her throat.

Rhea rests her arm over Maia’s lower stomach, keeping her in place as she devours her as if it were her last supper. Her tongue swirls over Maia’s bundle of nerve, her tongue laying flat, sucking roughly on her clit. Maia couldn’t help but grip the sheets, trying to keep her body flat on the bed, but her body had a mind of its own. The euphoric feeling washed over her, leaving her breathless. Her breathing was labored and her hands searched for something, anything. The release was so close that she couldn’t help but shut her eyes as it washed over her with so much force.

“Good girl,” Rhea purrs, licking her lip as Maia tries to find her breath.

Her fingers dug into Maia’s hips to keep her still as she ate her like a starved woman’s first meal in years. Maia tried to push her legs together but was unsuccessful as Rhea dipped a tongue into her, disarming her immediately. She grinded down into Rhea’s face, moaning loudly. Maia glanced to the side to see Damian watching them intently and that only turned her own even more as she threw her head back.

As Maia tiptoed the edge, the rougher Rhea got until she couldn’t take it any longer. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, she came so hard until all she saw was blackness. Her breath was ragged as Rhea kissed up her body until her lips were on Maia’s in the softest kiss ever. All Maia could do was murmur a word, but she wasn’t even sure of what she said.

It took a while for her to come to, but when she did, Maia realized that it was just her and Damian in the room. He stood from his chair and came to the front of the bed as Maia got up onto her knees. She watched him carefully as she fixed her clothes. Maia licked her lips as he crouched down to her eye level.

“Is the nice girl back?” he teased with a smirk.

Maia shrugged her shoulder, “who says that wasn’t the nice girl?” she whispered, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. “I been watching you priest, you can’t fool me.”

Damian chuckled, “and what do you mean by that, Maia?”

“I want you and you want me all to yourself, am I right?” Maia questioned, moving closer to him. “Because I see how you look at me, I see how you all look at me, but you in particular…”

Maia gave a dramatic sigh, “I can feel your eyes on my body, so I walk slower. Baby, I always know when you’re around, just tell me I’m wrong.”

The room felt 1000 degrees hotter as they stared at each other. Damian took in the way Maia rubbed his arm then laid back onto her elbows on the bed, watching him with an innocent smile as if she didn’t just turn him on.

“I want you, Maia.”

:) thank you for reading. let me know if I should do a pt. 2, but I fear I write too much damian x

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jadevoir · 3 months ago

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JUST ME - Rhea Ripley

AN: Another Rhea fic?? I’m kinda proud of this one so i hope you guys enjoy- love you!

— Not based on anything this time :)

Sum: Rhea finds out you’ve been a little too friendly with a certain twin and makes you make it up to her

TW: Smut, Foul Language, ‘Mami’ used a couple times, strap-on mention but no use

Word Count: 859

Rhea Ripley x Reader

“You gonna let him fuck you the way I do baby?” Her lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, voice rippling through your body.

You hadn’t originally planned to make Rhea this jealous, it had started with a light joke between you and Jey, his flirty nature going farther than usual and ended with his hand on the small of your back.

No one had known of your relationship for quite a bit of time, you both opted to keep it outside of your work, but this eventually led to jealousy, mainly on your girlfriend's end.

A bruising grip on your hips brought you out of your thoughts, looking up at your girlfriend who bore holes into your eyes. Her lips pulled back into a snarl which made you stutter over your words.

“I- No,, i wouldn’t” You could barely even focus on your own thoughts, trying to make yourself look apologetic without being blatantly obvious that you were checking your girlfriend out.

Rhea huffed, getting off of you and harshly pulling you to your feet, before you could even find the words to ask what she was doing she sat down on your shared bed. Her legs spreading and sly hands pulled you to sit on one of her thighs.

Her hands returned to your hips as yours wrapped around her neck, you held eye contact with her while she leaned forward to kiss you. Trailing her lips down your jaw, she stopped at your ear, whispering once more.

“Want you to make it up to Mami, move your hips.” Your body almost shut down then and there, eyes widened and mouth agape as her words went straight to your cunt.

A sharp hand rose up and cut through the air, landing a solid slap to your ass as she was losing patience. Taking initiative to move your hips herself.

“Let’s go, don’t make me ask twice.”

At her second statement you began moving your hips, the rough surface of her jeans adding a pleasure you weren’t prepared for. Light noises fell from your mouth, eyes screwed shut while Rhea studied you, wickedly smiling while her tongue ran over her teeth.

One of her hands left your hip, sliding up into your shirt and gliding her way into your bra, groping at your chest while nimble fingers toyed with your nipple. “Anyone else make you feel this good baby? You think Jey could?”

Without even processing her words, you shook your head, whining when her mouth made a connection with your neck, biting and sucking harshly to make sure anyone you talked to would see who exactly you belonged to.

“No sweetheart? That’s what I thought, keep going for Mami” You hips moved as fast as you could, grinding down hard to chase the high you wanted.

Almost within minutes, your high came crashing down on you, and as soon as it arrived it abruptly stopped, harsh hands grabbing your hips to stop any movements.

The whine you let out was pathetic, Rhea’s mouth lifting into a smirk as she flipped you both over, pulling her leg out from between yours as she tugged your pants and panties off.

“Beg me for it, Doll.” You felt a wave of shyness wash over you as her face moved from yours to down your body, hot breath fanning over your cunt as she licked a bold stripe up it.

Words fell mindlessly from your mouth, the dizziness of your last stolen orgasm made you bashfully beg for more.

“Please Mami… I need you so bad,”

A grin teasingly played on her face, fingers coming to rub your clit gently before dipping them into your cunt, moving them in and out while her mouth attached to your clit.

You could’ve sworn she laughed at you with the feeling of vibrations being sent through your body, your hand intertwining with her hair and tugging.

Her tongue swirled around your clit precisely, fingers moving with just as much precision as she watched you through hooded eyes. She was quick to bring you back to that high you’d chased before.

Her free hand came to lay haphazardly over your hips, steadying your body as your thighs tensed around her head and your hips bucked up to meet her mouth and fingers.

Your head fell back against the bed, eyes shutting once more as you moaned pornographically loud, causing Rhea to chuckle lightly. Her assault on your cunt didn’t stop till you were finally falling over the edge, her tongue replacing her fingers as she eagerly lapped at your cunt.

You held your arm over your eyes to collect yourself before you felt her pull away, shuffling through something you couldn’t quite make out and finally revealing her to be seen with her favorite toy to use on you, her strap.

Within seconds it was clipped on and she was on top of you once more, lips connecting in a kiss that made you taste yourself.

A glint of lust lingered in her eye as she pulled away, tapping your hip with her fingers as she spoke

“You can handle more, Can’t you darling?”

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nieamo · 5 months ago

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Lipstick

Summary: You're backstage with your girlfriend Rhea getting ready for her comeback

"10 more minutes Rhea, then we need you on stage" a member of the RAW production staff tells her before walking away. You're leaning over her while she's sitting more or less patiently on her chair, waiting for you to be done with your final touches on her make-up. "Stop fidgeting, I‘m almost done" you say with a warning tone. "Sorry, I guess I‘m just pretty nervous about coming back and all. Kind of feels like I‘ve been away for years and I'm really excited to be back even if I don't fight today but I still worry tha-" you stop her rambling by laying a finger on her lips and then tilt her chin up to look into her eyes "Hey, stop worrying for a second and listen to me. You have absolutely no reason to be worried. You are Rhea fucking Ripley! No one can live up to you and everyone out there knows it. So wipe that worried frown of your face, get up and get ready to kick some ass! Well maybe do the ass-kicking part figuratively, today's supposed to be just about showing your face again."

Rhea smiles and looks up at you lovingly. "What would I do without you?" "Crash and die" you respond smirking down at her. "Oho someone's feeling confident today." she says and cocks an eyebrow in a challenging way. "Well someone's gotta get you all riled up for the show" you respond. "Then you better be sure you can handle the consequences. Because trust me, if I don‘t get to fight today, I‘m sure as hell not going to go easy on a brat like you." she threatens. You grin slightly before leaning down and whispering into her ear: "You think that's going to scare me off? Try me, Mami." As soon as those last words left your mouth Rhea jumps to her feet and steps impossibly closer, slightly towering over you. "Ah ah ah not yet though, I‘m still not done with your makeup. Your lipstick is still missing." She sighs and lets you finish your work although this time she keeps standing right there, only millimeters in front of you, seemingly counting the seconds until you're done. "Alright I‘m d-" but you can‘t even finish that sentence before she picks you up, presses you against the wall and starts kissing you. You immediately start kissing her back and tightly grip onto her neck and shoulders. But before things could go any further there's a knock on the door and the same assistant as before says "3 minutes. We really need you in position now Rhea!" before hurrying away again. You reluctantly pull back from her lips and she grins saying: "Don't think we're done here. I want you packed up and ready to go as soon as I get off that stage understood?" "Yes" you reply and quickly add ", Mami" when she gives you a warning glare. Satisfied with that response she lets you down and turns to leave after giving you a quick slap on the ass. But you stop her and turn her around again saying "Wait! I have to redo your lipstick."

hellooo this was my first short little imagine. i‘ve been desperately craving some rhea fics so i thought i'd just start writing some myself. feel free to let me know what you think and thanks for reading :)

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berberriescorner · 6 months ago

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How would rio and y/n react if marcus brings a girl home?

Okay, so my imagination ran wild with this one. It's a bit lengthy, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it nonetheless. I’m glad to finally have gotten a bit of a creative spark. Hopefully, I’m not rusty. Please excuse any grammatical errors. This isn't heavily edited and I went with the flow. It would be greatly appreciated if you all love, comment, and reblog. Please understand (I know some get tired of hearing it but it’s important) that writing fanfiction takes time and dedication. Then there is the fact that it’s free. Tapping the love button is cool, but it’s the reblogs that help writers. Try to keep that in mind 💓.

Word Count: 3,500+

Warnings: A bit of fluff, laughter, and a little *cough, a hefty piece of* spice.

The aroma of garlic wafted through your newly renovated kitchen. It had been an early Mother's Day present from Rio and the babies. Your husband swaggered into the kitchen fresh out of the shower. He watched you stir the pasta and smiled as you made a mental note aloud to add more cream cheese. The deep timbre of your husband's voice startled you.

“Stay put mama. I'll grab some for you,” he rasped, lips brushing the side of your neck. His hand left a gentle squeeze on your hip.

“Damn it, Chris. Baby, I told you to stop sneaking up on me like that. I should've known your stealthy, fine ass was nearby. The scent of your cologne and body wash should've given you away.”

He stepped back over to the stove adding cheese. You shivered as his fingers danced up your spine, curling around to the front of you. You hummed as his hand lightly cupped your throat. As if your body knew exactly what he wanted, you tilted your head, angling it so he could gain access. Rio’s lips trailed light kisses up your neck, across the jawline.

“Food smells good, darling. When we eatin’?”

You chuckled, slapping at his hand as his finger dipped into the alfredo sauce.

“Boy! Get your fingers out of my pan.”

“Damn, ma! I can't get a little taste. Come on, mama. Daddy’s hungry,” he groaned.

“That's on you. Shouldn't have skipped lunch.”

Rio kissed his teeth, swatting your bottom playfully.

“You know I was handling business, sweetheart. Don't start,” he teased.

“Let that have been me not eating. You would've jumped in my shit.”

His head shook in disagreement, “Mm no. I would've just brought you some food and insisted you eat.”

“Last time I brought you lunch it turned into an argument.”

“Cause you don't listen. You know you weren't supposed to be anywhere near that warehouse. It was a matter of safety. Where that's concerned, you'll always come first, mama.”

You couldn't help but smile and roll your eyes at the sweet sentiment.

“Whatever, bossy ass. We’ll eat once the oldest baby boy gets here.”

“That's right it's our weekend,” he perked up.

Though there were times Rio wished he could see his son every day. He knew that Marcus was both his and Rhea’s pride and joy. Rio was thankful that they had a healthy co-parenting relationship. Joint custody had always been smooth with Rhea. She'd never dream of ever keeping their son away from his father. He was grateful that they both managed to move on. They both found love again, remarried, and everyone seemed to get along just fine. Rio loved that you and Rhea found friendship in one another. Your kids adored Rhea just as much as Marcus did you.

“Oh, you thought I was making this fire-ass pasta for you? Nope, Zaddy this for my oldest baby boy,” you teased Rio playfully.

“That’s fine! So long as I get to choose my dessert,” he rasped, his eyes scanning over your body.

Your eyes met, both nibbling at your bottom lip. Just as you were about to dive deeper into the topic, Alexa announced someone was at the front door. You tapped your phone screen, turning on the ring doorbell’s mic.

“Rhea, stop acting like you don’t have a key. Bring your beautiful self into this house.”

You smiled as she giggled her way through the front door.

“We’re in the kitchen,” Rio called out.

“Boy! Stop all that yelling. You wake that baby up and it’s your ass.”

Your husband kissed his teeth, “last I checked this was our house,” he mumbled, walking over to Marcus and pulling him into a bear hug. “What’s up, man?”

Marcus answered his question, immediately following with, “Can I go check on the baby? Where’s everybody else?”

“Rudeness. Are you forgetting something,” Rhea questioned her eager teenager.

She chuckled as he looked at her in confusion as she continued, “Your bonus mama is burning in this kitchen. Probably for you. Did you say hello? Or maybe thank you? Where is her loving,” Rhea jokingly scolded her son.

“Sorry, ma. He replied shyly, hugging you tightly and kissing your cheek. “Thank you for cooking my favorite food.”

“It’s cool handsome,” you started, pinching his cheek. “The kids are in the theater room and the baby is down for the night, but go on up and steal a little sugar.”

Just as he was about to excuse himself, Rhea interrupted him, “Not so fast young man. You’re not slick. Don’t you want to share the news?”

“Mami,” Marcus whined.

“That’s okay, I'll tell them. Go on, scaredy cat.”

Marcus made his escape as Rhea turned back to you and Rio. She bypassed him, linking her arm with yours.

“Come, chica. I’ve got some chisme for you.”

Your husband, the big baby he is, groaned, “Nice to see you too, Rhea. Why am I not included?”

“Are you not in the room? You are included, fool,” Rhea teased.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but hush. I'm trying to see some.”

Both women laughed at him as he rolled his eyes and went silent.

“ Marcus sat down with us sometime last week. Said he wanted to invite his lady friend over for dinner. Our baby has a girlfriend, sis.”

The two of you stared at one another, several seconds passed. As if he was expecting it, Rio sighed, running his hand down his face as the two of you started squealing like school girls.”

“Mama, Rhea, the baby,” he reminded the both of you.

You both clapped a hand over your mouths, silently giggling.

“What's her name? Have you met her? The parents?”

“Baby, chill,” Rio chuckled.

You looked at him, studying him for a moment. Head tilted, you questioned, “You already knew. Didn't you?”

He smirked, “You already know the answer to that, mama. You know I stay ten steps ahead.”

“He told you first,” Rhea questioned.

“Listen, he asked for advice on girls a while back. I suspected then he had his eye on somebody. I played it cool. If you ask too many questions, he’ll shut down. We had the talk. About a week after that. Marcus told me he was talking to someone.”

“The talk,” you and Rhea said in unison. “Should we be worried about where this is going?”

“Ladies relax. It's better to have it early. Just to be on the safe side.”

“You gave him condoms. Didn't you,” Rhea snarked.

“Are you ready to be a grandmother? I mean I’d be the coldest abuelo out here, but let's try to prevent that from happening.”

“He brought her home for dinner the other day. She's so sweet and shy. Her name is Isabella, but she goes by Isa. He's got his papi’s taste. She's Afrolatina, a beautiful young lady!”

“Okay! I see my boy! He found him a woman who embodies two of the most important women in his life,” Rio praised with pride.

“The mom seems to be well-rounded. Surely we don't have anything to worry about,” Rhea insisted.

“The both of you were sweet and shy when I first met you. Need I say more? Then there's those stories your mom told me about your teenage years,” he smirked toward you.

“Sneak one damn boy through your window and you never live it down. Kiss my ass, Christoper,” you cackled, flipping him the bird.

Rio puckered his lips, bending down, laughing as you mugged his forehead.

“Sis! Your ass was hot back in the day, huh?”

“Chill on my wife. Tell me, how old were you when we had Marcus?”

Rhea kissed her teeth, “He got a response for everything, huh,” she asked you. “Anyway! He wants you all to meet her. Can he invite her over for dinner tomorrow?”

Rio smiled at you bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“I take it our answer is yes, mama?”

After a stressful Saturday afternoon, Rio stepped into the foyer of his home. His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he welcomed the delicious smell of lemon herbs, and the smell of your perfume wafted through the air. Sandals tapped across the wooden floor, Rio’s lashes fluttered open, dancing at the sight of you meeting him at the front door.

“Hey Papa,” you started, smile faltering. You could sense the heaviness of his day. “Long day, baby,” you questioned.

His head tilted to the side, an appreciative smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Rio’s hands cupped your side pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his head in your neck. Breathing you in again, his lips tickled the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Shit was hectic, but I’m sure some kisses would make me feel better,” he whispered in a sultry tone.

Your hands brushed against his chest, as you tip-toed to reach his lips. He chuckled at your struggle to reach his lips, meeting you the rest of the way. Your lips danced together in soft, slow strokes. The sound of footsteps speeding down the steps interrupted the lip lock.

“Ma! Pops! You’re not going to be doing all that in front of Isa, are you? Why’s it so quiet around here?”

You giggled as Rio reared his head back. “I’m sorry son, I didn’t know you paid bills around here. Y’all be forgetting this my house…our house,” he corrected when you lightly cleared your throat.

“Your siblings can be a lot. We wanted to have time to focus on getting to know your girlfriend. I managed to arrange a night with Nana. They’ll be back tomorrow. She can meet everybody next time we have her over. Don’t worry, baby. Papi and I promise to be on our best behavior,” you teased Marcus.

“I ain’t promising nothin’. Listen, I’ll kiss my wife all I want, bro. Don’t be mad I’m the only one getting kisses around here,” he joked, giving Marcus a playful shove.”

“Pops, chill on me. Who said I ain’t got it like that?”

Rio cackled, dapping Marcus up. The laughter between the two stopped abruptly when they saw you standing straight-faced, head tilted, and arms crossed.

“I’m pretty sure I can speak for your mother when I say this. You better be acting accordingly with that young lady. Nothing short of being respectful is acceptable. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Your eyes landed on Rio, “Then I got you over here gassing him up.”

“My bad, mama. We’ll tighten up.”

“That’s what I thought,” you finished sauntering off to the kitchen.

Rio turned back to Marcus and they both dapped each other up silently.

“It’s like that, son?”

“I learned from the best,” Marcus responded.

“My boy. Seriously though, not too much. Take things slowly. You have a lot of life to live. Don’t let thinking you're grown get you in trouble. You bring a baby home, and that’s ya ass. Papi can’t save you from the mama squad. If you can’t wait, do at least three things for me. Wrap it up, don’t do it in mine or your mom’s house, and don’t play with her feelings. You better plan on sticking around. Don’t be that guy, son. We’ve raised you better than that.”

“Yessir, I give you my word, pops.”

Rio embraced Marcus and gave his shoulders a firm squeeze as they pulled apart.

“You nervous,” Rio asked as the doorbell sounded.

“Just promise me you won’t let Ma pull out the photo albums.”

“Listen, I’m a man of many talents, but telling that woman not to do something almost always has the opposite effect. Ma listens when it counts,” he smirked, biting his lip.

“That’s information I honestly didn’t need to know, Dad.”

The first twenty minutes had been hilarious. You, Isa, and her mother all silently laughed at the way Isa’s father stumbled over his words while making introductions with Rio.

Apparently Marcus nor his girlfriend had taken the liberty of giving the poor man a heads up. He had suspected that he was going to assert himself as an overprotective father. One look at Marcus’ father and his bravado and puffed-out chest had deflated. Christopher wasn’t about to be checked by anyone and little did they know, neither were you.

Dinner had gone by smoothly. The two of you succeeded in not embarrassing your son, as did her parents. Isa was a sweet, shy, and intelligent girl. You both loved her for Marcus. The teens had asked permission to have a movie night in the family theatre room. All parents agreed that it would be okay so long as it wasn’t unattended. You had even offered for Isa’s parents to join. Her father needed to finish up some work at home, and Rio along with Marcus, offered to drop her home in a few hours.

As the parents you opted, to sit in the back row of home theatre seats to give them some sort of privacy. You didn’t want to crowd them too much. That and you knew with certainty that Rio was going to get handsy as soon as the lights dimmed. Twenty minutes of screen time had barely passed before his hand started a soft, tingling trail up your thigh. You allowed his fingers to make it inches away from the place he desired before swatting at him. His heated gaze met yours and the left corner of his mouth tilted up as he mouthed the word, “Why?”

Your head cocked to the side as you looked at him as if he were crazy. You sucked your teeth, pointing a finger in the direction of the kids. Rio wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to whisper in your ear, “Oh you really thought I was cold. You know why I pulled this blanket out, mama.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you.

“Do that again and I’m sitting in my own lounger,” you sassed.

“All this space and you want to sit by yourself. Don’t be like that, mama.”

You had glanced in the direction of the children to see if they had overheard, but froze as you saw their hands inching closer to one another. Your hand tapped the top of Rio’s repetitively to get him to look. The two of you shared a smile at the innocence of the situation. Marcus looked back as the two of you tried to focus your attention elsewhere. The teen shook his head as his hand shifted away some. The two of you kissed your teeth and the sound echoed off the theatre walls as Marcus shook his head and Isa giggled.

It felt as if you had ruined the moment, and Rio attempted to correct the situation. Clearing his throat he asked the room, “Anybody want chips? Popcorn? Something to drink?”

You caught on and joined in, “I could go for some ice water and we can share a snack babe. Let’s go round up some refreshments.”

The kids had started to decline, but the two of you left in a hurry.

Rio propped himself against the kitchen island with his hands clasped. You crept towards your husband smirking. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you asked, “How much time should we give them to be unsupervised?”

“That depends, mama. Are you trying to be a responsible parent or a laid-back one? Responsible would be in the realm of maybe five or ten minutes. Laidback–about twenty or so.”

Rio’s hands traveled the length of your back, down to your plush backside. With a gentle squeeze, he continued, “I’m leaning towards laidback, mama,” he rasped. “Maybe we can take that time alone to–connect ourselves.”

“You truly have a one-track mind. We are not about to do anything with a guest in the house. Do you know what teenagers can do in twenty or so minutes?”

“Mama, what’s the most that could happen?”

“Our last child happened in twenty minutes, Rio.”

“We were pressed for time, and I was down bad for you that night, mama.”

“You’re always down bad for me. Even at this moment, you are.”

“No lies told. If you know that, stop playing. C’mere, mama.”

Rio nibbled at your neck, even as you continued to protest, “Rio, seriously. We should head back soon.”

“C’mon, mama. Let that boy cook for a few minutes. I told him to take things slow and to never do anything like that under his mom’s or our roof.”

“Oh, and you think that’s gon’ stop him?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“This is coming from the man, that was giving me backshots under his grandmother’s roof last Christmas.”

“We’re married with a ton of children. Trust and believe, she knows you’re getting handed pipe left and right, mama.”

“You get on my damn nerves. Always got a response–.”

The sentence came to a halt as Rio’s hand slipped into the opening of your dress, tugging a nipple through the silk material of your bra.

“F-fuck, Rio, don’t.”

His lips hovered over yours. The minty freshness of his breath fanning across your bottom lip. He nipped at it before asking, “You really want me to stop, mama?”

“Pantry, now.”

With those two words, Rio picked you up, legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried you to the destination. The door softly clicked closed, as he pressed you against some of the shelving. Your lips collided, tongues stroking one another, battling for dominance. The hem of your dress shifted upward, bunching at your waist. Rio groaned as his tented dark wash jeans ground against your damp panties. A moan slipped from your lips and he shushed you.

“Gotta keep quiet baby,” he whispered as his lips moved to suck at your throat.

His lips continued to nip and suck at your flesh. His long muscular fingers tugged your panties to the side as two fingers massaged your folds before gliding in to slowly stretch you out. The delicious feeling turned you into a whimpering mess as your hips began to rock against his movements.

“Yeah, just like that, mama. Are you gonna be my good girl and come all over my fingers? Yeah, you are. Aren’t you?”

He leaned in, tucking into the side of your neck, and whispered, “Bite down on my shoulder if you need to, darling.”

One of your hands slipped under his shirt as your nails scratched at his skin. You leaned back and pleaded, “Choke me, Daddy. Keep me quiet.”

The minute his hand wrapped around your throat, Rio added a third finger, thrusting in quick, deep strokes. His lips pecked your lips as he groaned, “Come for me, mama. Make a mess all over my fingers.”

All you needed was one last stroke to send you over the edge, but everything came to a halt as you both heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen. The two of you broke apart, fixing your clothes at the speed of lightning. The moment the knob to the pantry door turned, Rio snatched it open, pulling it closed with a bag of chips and a case of soda under his arm.

Marcus eyed his father suspiciously before speaking, “Isa got thirsty and you two were taking forever. So I came to get her some fruit snacks and a soda.”

Rio handed him a soda and explained, “We were coming back. Your pops negotiated a little alone time for ya. Did anything interesting happen?”

Marcus blushed a bit and responded, “Pops, can’t we talk about this later? I don’t want to keep Isa waiting.”

“You right man. Here take this soda and I’ll bring the fruit snacks and the rest of the stuff. Ma and I will be right in. She had to take care of something right quick.”

“Alright, Pops. Thanks.”

Marcus made it a few steps out of the kitchen before ducking his head back around the corner. Rio had started to turn back toward the pantry as he spoke up, “Pops? Tell Ma she can come out of the pantry now. Next time aim for a place that doesn’t house the food we eat.”

“Yeah, okay, wiseass. You’ll understand when you get older and have your own meddlesome ass kids. Take your lady her beverage and mind your business. You just couldn’t let your daddy cook in peace. Could you son?”

You were mortified and could barely look your bonus son in the eye for days.

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mazikeenhyde · 3 months ago

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Oh Baby... Pain is Pleasure - Part 5

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER)

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION/ IMAGINE STORY- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART! - WARNING - SMUT, GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES, PRISON, PHYSICAL ABUSE ETC

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Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 5

For once, it seemed as though fate was on my side, as not long after Damian had demanded an explanation the heavens opened above. Torrential rain poured from the sky and pretty soon the garden had become a makeshift swimming pool.

By now the clocks had chimed well past 2am and we were nearing the witching hour. Damian and I quickly scurried through the patio doors; our clothing soaked from a brief encounter with mother nature. Damian locked the backdoors shut and turned to face me as he began to undress himself.

“Quickly” he demanded as his eyes scanned over my body, “Strip.”

I turned my head and raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by this statement. I mean, I wasn’t about to turn down this handsome devil , if he wanted to fuck me on the breakfast bar then I was all in! Round two Papi?! Let’s go!

“Don’t get too excited” He stated plainly, “I don’t want you catching a cold! WrestleMania is just around the corner, now come on Mi Vida, get those wet clothes off” He stepped forward, now undressed into just his sweatpants. He put his arms to my sides and began helping peel off the wet pyjama vest top I was wearing. Damian stared down, hesitant for a moment and stuck in a trance as my bare chest was exposed, my tits sat perked and patient in the cold waiting for his warm hands. I glanced up, trying to catch his eyeline as I raised one hand to the back of his neck, brushing my fingers across his cheek.

Damian smirked at me and leant down to whisper in my ear, “Nice try” He laughed gently under his breath before placing one hand on my shoulder, turning me round on the spot and slapping my ass, pushing me forward towards the hallway.

“Go get some dry clothes on and come back down, I’m not done with you Y/N. We NEED to talk about this, you can’t run away from it forever.” He was stern, not like my usual loveable giant who didn’t need asking twice for an opportunity to shag.

I held back the desperation to roll my eyes in frustration with him and instead smiled, before taking full advantage of the opportunity at hand.

Slowly making my way up the stairs, I sneaked my way back into our bedroom to see Finn, Rhea & Dom all fast asleep together. Rhea & Dom were cuddled up in a messy pile of loose fitted pajamas and sprawled out limbs, whilst Finn had rolled away to face the opposite direction with his right arm outstretched. Bending down I grabbed his t-shirt from yesterday off the floor and disposed of my wet pajama shorts in the corner before sneaking under the covers to wrap myself in his arms.

Finn took a sleepy deep breath, his eyes remained shut as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and smiled before settling himself back into the pillow, clutching tightly to my waist as he rolled me over so he could take on being the big spoon.

“Love ya lass” he whispered in a hush tone before falling asleep, gripping me into a tight cuddle.

“Love you, Finn.” I hummed softly and closed my eyes. I knew it was unfair to leave Damian downstairs, but he’d soon figure out I wasn’t coming back down and head upstairs to bed himself… wouldn’t he?

It didn’t take me long to doze off, Finns warm embrace was ever a calming one. I just hoped come morning, Damian would let this whole thing blow over. Either that or I could escape to the gym before he could interrogate me again.

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The Following Morning - 6:45am

I fluttered my eyelids open to a rustling coming from behind me, Finns arms still wrapped tightly around my waist, he too had managed to open one eye in an equally confused daze. We both lifted our heads slightly and peeked over his shoulder to spot a large bundle shuffling around under the covers, muffled giggles escaped, and light moans were hard to miss.

Finn scoffed in amusement before turning his head round and using his hand, he spun my neck to face back to its original direction as well, both of us resting our sleepy forms back into the pillows. He leant into my neck and nibbled the edge of my ear whispering in a hushed tone.

“Once you win that title, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than surprise you with an early morning breakfast in bed…. You know how I love to eat out first thing” His beard tickled my cheeks as he laid kisses down my neck. But it was hard not to get distracted by the raucous love birds behind us and their morning antics. So throwing the covers off and behind us I signaled for Finn to follow me out the room.

“Come on baby, let’s leave them to it, we can go rustle up some breakfast for us all before I hit the gym. You wanna train together again?” I asked Finn as we headed out into the landing.

He smirked holding my hand as he followed me out, slapping me on the backside as we went.

“Ill never turn down a good ol’sweat session with you doll” he grinned as I let go of his hand and raced down the stairs, Finn hot on my tail and pinching my hips as we laughed.

It was only then, as I turned the corner into the kitchen, like reality had delivered a painful slap across the face; I froze on the spot. Finn, who ran straight into the back of me looked on, confused at the sight of Damian sat on the edge of the breakfast bar, staring at the pair of us.

“Good nights sleep?” He questioned, a little sarcastically as his voice aimed directly at me, ready to take that kill shot.

“Shit, D-Damian? But I thought? You weren’t… in bed with Dom & Rhea?” I asked him, both confused and guilt ridden that he must have stayed downstairs all night by himself.

“Dam? Love, why didn’t you come to bed? Is something wrong?” Finn sounded concerned as he let go of my hips and stepped out from behind me taking a couple steps towards Damian, tilting his head to one side, questioning the man.

Damian didn’t break eye contact with me as I stood frozen on the spot, my breathing had shallowed out to the point of being nonexistent. He raised his eyebrows at me expecting a response… but all I could do was stare forward, lightly shaking my head ‘no’ in the hopes he would listen to my silent pleas.

‘Hey Finn…” Damian cleared his voice whilst keeping his eyes fixated on mine.

“Y/N sucked my dick last night.”

Bro…Seriously.

I had no words.

My face just held that look of complete bewilderment and incomprehension at his childish behavior. The devil on my shoulder cursing the dickhead who didn’t seem to mind breaking those rules himself at the time.

Finn’s head snapped around almost instantly as the sounds of rushed footsteps came down the stairs and up behind me, Dominick & Rhea had now also appeared. Their hair matched in a post sex matted mess, with Dom’s pajama bottoms missing, stood in only his boxers and Rhea adorning Damian’s oversized ‘ALL RISE’ training t-shirt.

“Guys? What is it? What’s wrong?” Rhea questioned, sensing the tension in the room, “Bunny?”.

“You did what…?” Finn was furious as he glared at me, but it was that silent anger, the one that felt more like disappointment than just being upset.

I still didn’t move, I couldn’t break the stare I had on Damian, I couldn’t believe he had thrown me under the bus.

Last time I let him finish in my mouth…

Ok that’s a lie.

But I made my point clear to my inner sex demon that was currently envisioning a complete anger fueled, pre-breakfast orgy between us all on the kitchen worktops. Cursing each other’s names in breathy moans, fucking out our frustrations as the pancakes & waffles would be left burning with orgasms taking precedent.

“You. Sucked. His. Cock. Last. Night. Y/n?” Finn questioned me again, his eyes burning a hole into my soul as he paused on every word, but still, I didn’t answer.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” Dom was quick to jump on the hype train before Rhea elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up, but it only lasted for a second before he was back at it.

“Yourrrr in troubleeee” he sung, teasing me as I turned to look at him.

“Dominick, I swear, I will put you across my knee right her” Rhea warned him as the little shit finally shut his mouth up.

“Jealous it wasn’t yours?” I spat out sarcastically at Dominick who was half hiding behind Rhea for personal protection. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before turning back only to notice that Damian had stood up. He walked towards me slowly before leaning down into my face;

“I told you Mi Vida, no secrets” he winked seductively at me before addressing Dom & Rhea, who had made their way over to stand by the sofas.

“Morning you two, have fun this morning?” Damian smirked pointing down to Dom’s crotch and the black lipstick marks that had been left behind by Rhea. Dom’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as he grabbed a pillow of the couch and held it over, to cover his remaining dignity.

“Y/N!” Finn shouted, making us all jump as he shoved past Damian and closed the space between myself and him. His face was inches from mine now, his finger pointed up close making me feel like a little kid again.

“One rule, one fucking rule. No distractions! It’s not a complicated rule, it’s not difficult to follow, it’s…” Finn tried to justify before I screamed back in his face, interrupting him.

“BUT IT IS!” I shouted, I instantly regretted cutting him off, but fuck it I had done it now.

In for a penny in for a pound and all that.

“It’s pretty fucking hard to follow when you are all getting off with each other, shagging in the same bed as me when I wake up or leaving me out when you all take joint showers. Christ, it’s not like you even try to hide it!” My heart was racing as I argued my case, though it fell on deaf ears as Finns eyes seemed to just look through me. As if I wasn’t really there.

My eyes filled with tears as I turned to make a break for it up the stairs.

“STOP.” Damian’s voice bellowed into the room, Dom jumped so badly he dropped the pillow, and Rhea turned her head to look at him and rolled her eyes.

“Such a bottom Dom, jeez.” She spoke, Dominick looking equally embarrassed and content with the statement. For once, it wasn’t him that was in trouble.

I turned back around, rubbing my eyes clear and trying to hold myself together, trying to stay strong so they didn’t see me as some weak girl who felt like she was falling apart.

Damian pulled my phone from his pocket and snapped his fingers at Rhea & Dom to take a seat on the sofa, then signaling to Finn to take a seat as well.

Finn didn’t seem best pleased by this, but Damian reassured him they would deal with the whole rule breaking scenario later. This was more important. Damian then dragged the chair from the dining table that he had been leaning against over and took a seat, placing my phone on the coffee table in front of us all.

“Y/n, despite you sneaking off last night, I haven’t forgotten. I spent all night by myself down here thinking about it. Y/n, I’m sorry Mi Amor, but this needs addressing. Because this relationship” Damian pointed to each of us.

“It is built on trust, there are no secrets. There should be no secrets. I couldn’t keep what happened last night from Finn, because that would be wrong. I was wrong for allowing it to happen, and I understand why you are upset. Now we can discuss the ‘no distractions’ rule later, so that you don’t feel so frustrated or singled out by it. Right guys?” Damian looked to each of the group, all nodding in unison, Finn a little reluctant at first but you could see he was starting to feel bad for me as well.

“But… Y/n. You are hiding something, last night you said…” Damian continued but I interrupted before he could finish.

“I said I’m not the person you think I am” My voice was shaking, full of fear and anxiety. This was it. They were going to find out the truth.

“Bunny? What do you mean?” Rhea’s face was terrified, she had that look of wanting to run up and embrace me in a full-on chokehold hug. How I would have loved nothing more than for Rhea and the others to hold me tight and wish the rest of the world away.

My eyes couldn’t hold back the emotional barriers anymore as the tears flooded down my cheeks, my breath catching in my throat as my heart felt like it was breaking.

“Please… Please… Please I’m begging you. Please, if you love me, if you truly… love me. You will let, this, go.” I sniffled and sobbed as Finn went to stand but Damian rested a hand on his thigh, motioning for him to sit back down.

“I don’t wanna lose you…” I cried as my hands began to tremble and my legs turned to jelly.

“Mi Vida, it’s time.” Damian offered a gentle lifeline as he held out a hand to me so I could sit on his knee, but I declined. Pulling myself together I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breathe.

“Okay…” I whispered as my lips quivered and I fought of the tears that wanted to carry on.

“Before… Before I… I wasn’t…. Before I…” stuttering every syllable, I knew getting the words out was going to be harder than I had expected. Though I never thought I’d be in this situation to begin with, let alone practice or plan for. I thought I could hide this forever; I thought I would take this to the grave.

Damian, Rhea, Finn and Dom all sat focused solely on me as I stood in front of them, my entire body was trembling. The room felt as though it was expanding at a thousand paces a second whilst simultaneously closing in all at once. Drowning in the single spotlight of attention, I knew there was no escaping it now. Those skeletons in my closet, they were coming back from the dead. Arising from the deepest depths for which I had buried them, the haunting of my soul was coming back, its vengeance had begun.

Every action has its consequences.

I took one final deep breath and locked eyes with Damian before looking to the floor, fixating on a single carpet thread. If I was going to tell my secrets, I wasn’t going to look them directly in the eye. I couldn’t bare to see the love start to fade away from them.

“When I told you, I’m not the person you think I am, well that’s only half true. The y/n you know now, that’s me. That is the y/n I want to be. I want to be this y/n, I want to live in this life, I want to live with all of you in this little world we have…” My voice choked on the last word as I prepared myself for what was coming. Rhea had her hands to her face, her tears matched mine as it broke her heart to see her girl so visibly upset.

“But the y/n that I was, the y/n that haunts my dreams, the y/n that left scars across my skin from a war I had no business being a part of. The y/n that destroyed an entire world in a single second through arrogance… she made a deal with the Wyatts to save herself from the darkness. And now…” I looked up to the heavens as I broke down in a cascading river of tears.

“Even though he has gone, my time is up. My payment is due, and I am so, so sorry. But I cannot protect you from them. Not if I stay. Howdy has my secrets, he knows everything. I foolishly thought that when… that when…” I paused and signaled a cross to the heavens.

“When the last firefly went out, I would escape, and my deal would turn to dust. He was never a fiend; he was my friend. He was a good person, but like me, he was stuck living the wrong life. People judged before they truly knew who he could be. That kind of judgment can create a monster, the devil himself was born from injustice. He helped those who were lost, offered them sanctuary in his world. But Howdy, Howdy took that world and destroyed it, trapped all of us inside that godforsaken fun house and burnt it to the ground. He manipulates the vulnerable and feeds upon the weak, his family will stop at nothing to destroy… everything.”

I looked up from the floor to see them all staring back at me, was it shock? Was it confusion? Was it fear? We would soon know, because here it is.

“Before I came up to the main roster, before I signed with WWE, I was a rookie. Like everyone else I was barely surviving on the indie scene. I was doing stupid things, taking stupid risks and, Ha! Well my safety wasn’t exactly paramount. I drank… a lot, all the time. I swallowed anything anyone offered, took anything just to get high and feel something. Death matches, TLC'S, Street fights, it didn't matter because the pain fed my empty soul. I didn’t wrestle under Y/W/N at the time… I was in a duo.” I paused for a second, taking another breath.

“With Liv… I wrestled under ‘Missy’, get it? Miss-y? Sounds like Miss. E, add LIV and… L.I.V.E = EVIL, ‘Live to be Evil’”

I swallowed, knowing the words I was going to speak could never be taken back.

“She was like me, lost little kids living in a world that was far to big and full of way to many temptations… We had a match, a death match. Neither of us were in a state to compete but, well we didn’t care. It was against these two girls who, well we knew them, we had history. One of them had accidentally fucked up a spot a long time before and I had broken my ankle. To say I went into that match with a taste for revenge was an understatement.”

The entire room was silent, you could barley hear Dom, Damien, Finn or Rhea take a breath.

“We didn’t just take the win that night, it was never going to get to the showcase. In my mind, all i could see was spite and an opportunity for revenge. During the pre match training session… we ended that girl’s career. I won’t say how, I don’t wanna relive that moment any more than I have to in my nightmares. But I spent a lot longer than 5 minutes behind bars… Dom.” I was still crying; I was trying not to look at them all and their disappointment.

“I was spiteful, I was full of hatred and dependent on a high I could never fulfil. I was using other peoples pain and suffering in place of the lack of my own. The fiend offered us a deal, a way out, a way to survive. A firefly’s devotion runs far deeper than the loyalty in blood alone. He buried the past so no one would ever know. That match wasn’t public, the records were sealed, the girl was paid off and kept silent forever. Liv and I agreed to the deal, to repay our debts through sacrifice. Before… before he left this world, Liv was granted her freedom from the fiend, but I was still a lost soul.”

I looked up to each of them, tears filled their eyes.

“That was, until I met you. All of you. You all taught me to be the person I am now. This y/n, this is me, this is the me I want to be. But Howdy, he lives for revenge. He revoked Live freedom and, and now he has named my sacrifice… my championship”

“NO! Fuck that! No” Finn stood to his feet; his anger was fueling his inner fire.

“I don’t have a choice, Finn! If I don’t hold up to my deal, this… us…it’s all over! Everything will come out and they will take me down. You will all drown with me, and I can’t do that to you! I love you all too much” my voice was shaking.

They all rushed to me, embracing me in a tight hug.

“Bunny…” Rhea grabbed my face pulling me in close as the others released me from the hug. “They won’t get anywhere near you, not while you have us”

"Mi Amor, your past... your past and your secrets. Your struggles, your problems, your pain and your strifes. They do not have to be yours alone, we are a family." Damians voice offered a reassuring tone, filled with love.

"Do or Die, Lass. We aren't going anywhere. And we will never stop loving you" Finn took my hand in his, squeezing it tightly.

“Hey guys?” Dom questioned as they all turned, looking over to the young semi naked lad. “I think, I think I have an idea.”

- WRESTLEMAINA -

An all too familiar piano key played out to the arena as smoke filled the walkway and a single spotlight lit up the ring. The entire audience had fallen silent in apprehension.

An illuminated doorway flew open from the top of the walkway and out from the smoke filled darkness, emerged the silhouette’s of the Wyatts. Uncle Howdy pacing forward at the front, swinging the famous lantern and cackling to himself as his family lurked close behind. Their sheer presence dominating the world in its own glory.

Howdy stopped abruptly as Abby the witch slunk out from behind him when they reached the edge of the ring. She eerily crept her way through the ropes, launching the ‘Money in the Bank’ briefcase to the referee who looked balls out terrified to be there. At this point, he had given up on the idea of ever witnessing a 'clean' match.

Facedown in the Centre of the ring lay a crumpled mess of myself, barely able to make out more than a foot in front of your face... you would never of known. They didn't know.

Dakota Kai seemed to have vanished and it was now just us. Y/W/N vs The Witch.

Samantha Irvin anxiously announced to the stadium that, much to the disappearance of Dakota, this was now a triple threat match for the Women’s world Championship.

Looking around the walkways, the crowd, even the exit doors... there was no sign of anyone.

I was all alone in this.

The bell rang and crawling her way forward Abby grabbed a fist full of hair dragging up the face of…. well, It wasn’t me.

It was a mannequin, dressed in matching ring attire.

She spun herself around to look at Howdy whose face displayed a monstrous scowl.

Suddenly, echoing through the stadium three loud bangs on a door could be heard. Seconds later they repeated once again.

The Wyatts all turned to face their entrance way, the grand wooden door having closed behind them. Someone was here, someone was knocking, someone had come calling.

With a microphone in hand, my voice boomed throughout the stadium.

“HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I Shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Let. Me. In”

To. Be. Continued.

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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hi love, can i request something similar to tap out but where reader’s being too overstimulated and passes out please? thank you!

of course! thanks for the request!

pass out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

(see what i did there?) anyways, sorry this took so long...

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda rough!judgment day, reader passes out, spanking, degradation kinda, slapping, almost safewording, crying, etc

Readers POV

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

To be fair, I had been a brat all day and it was only a matter of time until I did something that the rest of the Judgment Day deemed out of line. The act in question was intentionally tripping Damian on his way to the ring just to be petty. In the moment, he had immediately turned to glare at me, but refused to acknowledge the situation anymore until we reached the dressing room.

"Oh, so now you wanna apologize? Too bad. You've been a brat all day and I'm sick of it!" Priest raised his voice. His hand closed around my throat, pinning me to the wall. I watched in a panic as Rhea's lips painted a sinister smile onto her face. "You dumb whore." Damian shoved me toward the couch where Rhea was now sitting. I felt tears starting to gather in my eyes as I knew what was coming.

Rhea cracked her knuckles and pulled me over her lap. "You think you can humiliate the Judgment Day, huh?" Her hand came down hard on my ass and I immediately tried to squirm out of her hold. I gasped in pain as I felt the tingle starting to form on my skin from where her ring-clad fingers had struck. "Bad news, you little bitch," Her hand came down hard again. "You can't." I writhed in her grip as she continued spanking me, the pain increasing greatly with each hit.

"Mami, please! Please, stop, it hurts!" I sobbed as tears rolled down my cheeks. She only hit me harder.

"Serves you write, chica," Dom moved closer and fisted his hand into my hair. "You wanted to act like a brat, so now we're gonna treat you like one." He bared his teeth toward me in an evil grin, the hand in my hair moving to roughly shove my face to the side before slapping my cheek. Tears pricked in my eyes as the pain spread through my face. "Open up." His thumb hooked into my mouth and forcefully opened it wider. Dom quickly shoved his pants down his legs before thrusting into my mouth.

Rhea made a sound of approval from behind me as I gagged and choked on Dom's cock, her finger nails scratching over my sore flesh. "Why don't you two boys come and join in on the fun, too?" She looked toward Damian and Finn who had been watching the scene play out so far. The two men smirked at each other before making their way over to us.

Finn was now side by side with Dom, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and taking hold of his cock. Damian had walked behind me, muttering comments to Rhea about fucking the brattiness out of me. Both of his hands came down hard on my ass, a loud slap resonating through the room. I let out a yelp and flinched at the stinging ache. "Maybe you should think twice before you try and embarrass me of all people, you fucking brat." Damian seethed out and shoved his cock into my ass.

A pained squeal escaped my throat as the burning sensation of being stretched too quickly appeared. Nearly two seconds later, Dom removed himself from my mouth so Finn could have a turn. Finn pushed his dick all the way to the back of my throat causing me to gag and sputter. His hands were placed on the sides of my head as he held me in place, my nose pressed against his stomach. I moved my hands to shove at Finn's legs, my oxygen running low.

Finn moved away for a few seconds as Dom came to kneel by my side, a look of feigned pity on his face. He quickly captured my wrists in his hold and nodded at Finn to continue. I inhaled a small gasp before I was pressed back into the same position. "Brats don't get to fuckin' breathe, lass." He sneered at me.

Small mewls sounded from the back of my throat as I squirmed in attempt to escape the situation. Periodically, Finn would back up long enough for me to take one breath before swiftly blocking off my oxygen again.

All the different sensations had black dots forming in my vision. Rhea's nails felt like a chainsaw ripping my flesh. Damian's aggressive penetration had my entire body ignited on fire. Finn was causing my mind to spiral into a panic as he seemed to be offering me less oxygen each time. Dom's position of restraining my only defense is causing an intense fight or flight reaction within me, and right now, flight is winning the war.

I attempted to inhale, but as nothing reached my lungs, my vision went out. My body lost all strength as it gave out and went completely limp.

Dom was the first to notice. He was the only one with a clear view of my face. Remaining silent for a few seconds, he observed to try and understand what was happening. Once he realized I had passed out, he quickly alerted the others. All four of them stopped what they were doing immediately. "Sweetheart?" Dom's thumb gently rubbed across my cheek. "Can you hear me?" He was panicking now.

Rhea moved my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, her hand gently running through my hair, trying to bring me back. "Baby..." Her eyebrows furrowed as I remained unmoving. "Babydoll, c'mon.... wake up." She muttered.

Finn had run off to get some water and a snack as the other three still worked on bringing me back.

Damian gently rubbed at my legs, Dom was tightly holding my hand, and Rhea was consistently observing my face while running her fingers through my hair.

As my body calmed down and a steady income of oxygen had reentered my lungs, my eyes slowly opened. The three of them had relieved looks on their faces.

The reminders of what had just happened flashed in my mind and I immediately flinched away from their touches.

"Mi amor..." Damian removed his hands from my legs, but stayed close by. "Are you okay? What just happened? Talk to us." In the back of my mind, I knew he was concerned along with the rest of them, but all I could hear right now was the aggression in his tone from just a few moments ago. I faintly shook my head as hot tears began to streak down my cheeks.

Finn ran back into the room with a water bottle and snack in hand. He set them down before quickly kneeling down next to me. "Is she okay? What did I miss?" He asked in a hurry. Dom quietly filled him in that I had just woken up.

".... I couldn't breathe." My voice was weak and quiet, coming out in sobs. "And- and there was nothing I could do about it." I cried. My hands wiped at the tears streaming down. The weight of the room became heavy as they realized their mistake. They had given me no way of escaping the situation.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I didn't even notice." Rhea said, almost speechless at the realization. "We're so so sorry, please." Her hand fidgeted on the edge of the couch, itching to grab mine. I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating everything in my head. My eyes drifted to the ceiling as I choked back another sob.

"It was so scary, Mami." I sniffled, my hand sliding into her warm palm. She acknowledged the sign that I was ready for touch and immediately pulled me into her strong arms. I was placed on her lap and the boys sat on either side of us.

Rhea cuddled me into her chest, pressing soft kisses to my head. "I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." She shushed me.

"I'm sorry for being a brat, but I didn't think it would lead to this." I mumbled into Rhea's neck.

"No, no, no. Baby, this isn't your fault at all. It's ours. It never should've gone that far and that's on us. Don't blame yourself for something you can't control. We love you so much and it breaks our hearts to see that this happened because of us and our carelessness. I just hope you can forgive us, sweetheart." Priest spoke passionately with a comforting hand on my leg.

"Love, ya mean the world to us and I hope you know that. And I'm sorry for what happened tonight, but you have my word that we would never do this on purpose." Finn reassured.

"...I know." I glanced around at them all.

"We love you, pretty girl." Rhea peppered kisses on my cheek. "So so much!" A deep kiss on the lips. "And we're so sorry."

"I love you guys, too." I gave them a soft, reassuring smile.

They spent the rest of the night holding me close and continuously telling me how much they loved me and appreciated me, and how sorry they were.

At the end of the day, they could be very rough, intense people, but they loved me endlessly and made sure to show me.

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ripleyfilms · 1 year ago

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A FLOWER BORN IN HEAT.

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. rhea fucks you.

tags. this is literally just smut. dom!rhea. sub!reader. blurb vibes. wlw.

warnings. eighteen plus — sexual content, penetration (strap use), dirty talk, mommy kink.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Rhea purred clearly content with the view. It was all she needed all fucking week. The sweet honey located between your thighs. She dreamed of it. Having to fuck herself with the vibrator you gifted her but, at the end of it, she was only whining for you.

Now, she finally was where she was dying to be. Strong hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the delicate skin. “You’re being so loud tonight, babygirl. Did you miss Mami?”

The only thing you could offer was soft yes, unable to utter anything else. Her pace was ruthless, fucking into you, the strap she wore filled you to the hilt.

“This pussy is mine. Isn’t it, babygirl?” Rhea laughed cynically as you whined.

Moving a free hand, she pressed on your lower back, face buried in the silk sheets as she fucked you within an inch of your life.

“It’s all yours, forever baby.” You admitted freely, only stating what was true. There was no one else you’d ever want to be with again. You weren’t even sure if she could hear you, face flush against the pillow.

She fucking loved it. Knowing you were hers, knowing you needed her — begging for her. The possessiveness in her took over, pulling you up as your back rested against her chest. Playing with your nipples as she fucked up into you.

Rhea’s lips found purchase on your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as you rested your head against her shoulder. “Rhea, I’m so close. God.”

“God can’t save you now, only Mami can.” She brought her thumb until it rested on your bottom lip and instructed you, “Suck, baby girl.”

Willingly accepting the invitation, your tongue swirled around her thumb before letting off with a pop. She found purchase on your clit as her pace settled into a brutal pace.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Mami’s good, little slut. Taking my cock, splitting this sweet pussy, giving to you just like you like it.” You felt her breath kiss your neck as she whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to where you craved to be.

“Mami knows just how to take care of you. Pretty baby like you just needs a strong Mami. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Her pace was more than you could take, but she gave it to you anyway.

Hard and fast, her thumb playing your clit like a fiddle — one she knew every tune to. She needs to feel your body convulse against her, the soft cries of Rhea she knew would slip out. Once she’d punish you for later.

“Shit — yes Rhea — shit, shit, shit. Mami, I-I’m coming, fuuuck.”

Her strong arms kept you up as your body threatened to fall over. The blinding pleasure shot up your spine and straight to your core as Rhea eased you through it. Filthy, pure hot shots of your cum soaked the dildo as she continued to fuck you through it.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give it all to me.” She wished she could feel the pulse of your pussy, how it clenched around the dildo. She knew it did.

She slapped your ass, wanting to hear you whimper once more, and it was like you were on autopilot.

“Rhea, please.” A small squeak you managed to release, until she was setting her pace again. As if she knew what your body craved, regardless of how spent you felt.

“Let’s see how many times Mami can make you come tonight, baby girl.” She laughed before letting you go, and you were once again face first into the silk at your lover’s mercy.

#no other explanation than i was in a mood to write smut #a peace offering until i’m finished with the fic i’m writing bc she’s getting a bit longer than i was expecting 🫣#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x fem!reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x female reader #wwe judgement day #judgement day fic #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley blurb #rayne writes

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kissforyouu · 8 months ago

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Would you ever write a little drabble or something of oc having a huge reaction & going off at jk & how he responds? Or how he just crumbles lmao like you said he would 😭😂

"but then it didn't make sense, noh? i asked rhea about the theme and it was beach. the clothes they've provided us with are nowhere near beach? i don't know how we're gonna come up with a beachy look with those. i mean, kook, it's literally a long dress. even worse, it's fucking formal! who wears formal to the beach? nobody! but you know what the worst part is? they said we weren't allowed to use the given clothes to make new ones. like, what? that doesn't make sense at all", you continued with your rant, "it's unfair, to be honest. it was just our time and like 2 more out of the entire competition who got these non beachy looking clothes. it doesn't make sense. but we're all thinking of making a complaint. i have to win, you know." you nod, body slanted against the table.

"what do you think—" pause.

"you're not even listening are you?" you glare at your boyfriend, who's been glued to his phone for the past 20 minutes. he's watching some football match. a fucking football match.

he mindlessly nods, pretending to listen. he doesn't even know what you're saying!

"you're not listening to me."

once he just nods again, you groan and then just slap his arm. jungkook jolts at the sudden hit from you, looking up from his phone.

"what?"

"you're not listening to me." you whine.

"hm, no, i was." liar.

"quit lying, jungkook."

"nah, nah, i was." he looks back at his phone again. you hate when he acted like this. makes you feel ignored.

"see! again! you're not listening to me!" you shout, throwing your hands in the air.

jungkook groans, rolling his eyes at you. you gasp, looking at your boyfriend with pure shock. did he just roll his eyes at you? oh no, he didn't!

"my bad."

the short careless responds were annoying you to the core.

"okay." your voice is stern. you get up, stomping your way around his room. he still doesn't bother to look at you or anything, eagerly watching his match. and just because you're such a dramatic spoiled bitch, you grab your bag and put on your shoes. your boyfriend, who was playing with his lower lip, drifts his eyes away from his stupid football match for a moment. and suddenly, he starts panicking.

nah, you were gonna leave. oh he messed up.

"baby, where you going?" his lazy ass finally gets up from his bed, brushing his hands on his sweats as he walked towards you.

you scoff, looking away dramatically.

"home."

"nah, come on, stay." he grips onto your arm tightly.

"no. because my boyfriend who invited ME over isn't paying me any attention because of some stupid fucking football game!"

"baby, i'm so sorry, okay? i didn't realise. now come on, don't go."

you squint your eyes and look at your boyfriend with a glare. and because you love the game, you decline again.

"y/n, i'll be better, come onnn. you can't just leave. i'm sorry i was being an ass to you earlier. please stay. let's cuddle and watch a movie or something. i'll rub your feet and give you a massage too." you try not to break into a laugh at the rubbing your feet part and somehow manage to keep an expressionless face.

"you need to be put on timeout."

"okay, say less."

jungkook walks back to his bed, sits on and faces his wall. he stares at it blankly as if he was a toddler who had just gotten scolded by their parent. the sight was hilarious. god, the things he does because of you. i mean, you didn't mean it literally, but he just accepted it.

"am i good now?" your boyfriend peaks at you slowly. you scowl. he slightly finds it funny and cute at the same time. everything you do is cute for him.

"come on, sweetheart. don't look at me like that." you kiss your teeth at his slightly flirty comment.

"okay. i'll stay." jungkook releases a loud sigh, falling back onto the bed.

"you're so dramatic sometimes."

"I'M LEAVING!"

(okay ik this isn't a major argument but i js thought this would be cute😭😭)

taglist:

@fungie2332 @wintertxt @wheexine @hyunjinswifeee @ohsweetmimosa @canyon-txt @kooreo @rrosiitas @goldenjeonkoo

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts #bts jk #bts smut #jungkook smut #smut

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punksdoll · 11 months ago

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hii, just wanna say I love ur blog/aesthetic so much! ur so talented and I eat up all your stories!! hope ur having a great day!

was wondering if I could request a Jey Uso x reader fanfic? where you are normally the chill one in your relationship and' he is usually the protective one but you and rhea have a rivalry going on with your war-games match and rhea first with jey to get in your head and get jealous of rhea flirting with him but he just tries to calm you down and tells you that's what she wants.

and you try to listen to him until you have a promo with jd and she touches him and you lose it and beat her ass. and jey lets you gets your hits in before him and the rest of your war-games team pulling you off her and taking care of your injuries and tells you he loves how you care for him (and that he also found it hot lol).

~~~𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆

𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓~~~

gif not mine like, comments, & reblogs appreciated

𝑱𝒆𝒚 𝑼𝒔𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅…𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆?

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎<𝟑𝟑𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅. (𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝟓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆) 𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚/𝒏’𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒋𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚/𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒛𝒊, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇.

2/2 request down. 2 more to go as of right now:)

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Y/n lets out a loud dramatic gasp as she watches Rhea stand in front of Dom and rest her hand on her boyfriend, Jey Uso’s, chest. “You’re joking me.” She says as she looks at Michael Cole and Corey Graves, “You’re joking me.”

“It seems like…” Michael Cole lets out a laugh as the three at commentary watch as Rhea pushes Jey back, slowly and flirtatiously, “Mami is flirting with Jey Uso.” He chuckles.

Y/n narrows her eyes as she watches Rhea’s lips move as she says something to Jey who makes eye contact with her before looking away and back at Rhea. Y/n takes off her headset and gets up, storming around the ring and where Jey is, getting in between Rhea and Jey, slapping her hand away.

The crowd lets out a bunch of o’s as they watch Y/n and Rhea have a stare down. Dom behind Rhea and Jey behind Y/n. Jey looks at his girlfriend with a shocked expression.

Between Jey and Y/n, Y/n was the more calmer one. She was laidback and she never got protective or jealous at any woman that talks or flirts with Jey. Most of the time is because she trust Jey completely and because he always brushes them off. So seeing y/n react this way was a total shock to him and the rest of their friends.

The rest of the judgment day group pile up behind Rhea as they stare them down. Following in their footsteps, Cody, Seth, and Sami follow in as well behind Jey and Y/n. The crowd is going wild as they watch Rhea and Y/n stare each other down.

“Ma…” Jey Uso voice cuts through the tension as he wraps an arm around his girlfriend’s, “It’s all good…don’t worry bout it.” He reassures her as the judgment day break away from them.

Y/n breaks eye contact with Rhea and looks at Jey with a glare before walking away from him and back to commentary. Jey looks over at Sami who looks just as confused. “Talk with her after the match?” Sami suggests and Jey nods slowly, taking a glance over at Y/n to see her with the headset on and staring Rhea down as she talks to Michael Cole and Corey Graves.

•••

Y/n wasn’t familiar with this feeling and nor did she like it. She didn’t know what she felt when she saw Rhea lay her hand on her man’s chest. She thought it was annoyance but she only gets annoyed when people talk too much. So that was off the list. She thought it was irritation because of Rhea’s presence, but that was also off the list cause her irritation was already there when she came towards the ring. She had an idea about what it was but she didn’t want to admit to it.

“Bae.” She is snapped out of her daze as she feels a hand lay on her cheek, “you ok?” She realizes it’s Jey and she immediately scowls as she pulls away from his hand.

Their in their hotel room and ever since they got there, y/n had been giving Jey the silent treatment. He was beyond confuse of this behavior coming from y/n.

“You…” He trails off as he pulls her right back towards him, “have been ignoring me since we got off work.” He drags her down onto their hotel bed, forcing her to lay down as he looks down at her from above.

Y/n looks at his chain that dangles above her and with a glare she says, “You let her touch you.”

Jey raises an eyebrow and can’t help himself but laugh, “Is that what you mad about?” He laughs harder.

Y/n huffs in annoyance and shoves him away from her as she sits up and stands up to walk away but is immediately caught and taken back down on the bed.

“It’s not funny.” She frowns, “She was touching you and talking to you…flirting even. That’s what Michael said.” You sigh as you play around with his chain.

Jey smiles down at her and cups her cheek, giving her a kiss. “You know that’s her way of tryna get to you right? Make you so angry that you get distracted and that’s all you think about.” Jey rubs her cheek with his thumb, “Don’t worry about it, ok? She’s tryna get inside that pretty head of yours and make you mad. Don’t let her do that, ok?”

Y/n makes eye contact with him and slowly nods, “Ok…”

“Promise?” He raises an eyebrow and she can’t help but smile as she connects her pinky with his.

“Promise.”

•••

Y/n never broke a promise. But she was really considering on breaking this one. Ever since that day between y/n and Rhea, Rhea, in fact did, try and get in y/n head. She would flirt constantly with Jey every dam day and every dam second. Y/n could feel her patience running thin as each day goes on to the next.

Today was the day that Jey’s team and The Judgment day will have their promo one day before the big match.

Y/n watches on the screen as The Judgment Day make their entrance down towards the ring. Y/n keeps her eyes on Rhea, watching as she puts on a smirk to show her dominance.

“Whatever she says today…” Jey starts as he throws his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, “Don’t let it get to you, alright? I don’t want you to get a mouthful from our boy Adam, feel me?” Jey asks.

Y/n looks up at him and nods, “Ok…” She smiles almost immediately as he leans down and gives her a kiss.

“You lovebirds ready?” Sami strolls over with the rest of the team.

“Yes we are.” Jey gives her one more kiss before going out to his entrance. One by one each one walks out to their entrance and it leaves Y/n to be last.

“Do not let her get in there…don’t.” Y/n repeats Jey’s words before walking through the curtains with a smirk on her face as the crowd cheers for her.

Jey smiles and throws his arm over her shoulder before they all walk down the ramp and towards the ring where the judgment day are watching them. Y/n eyes trail over to Rhea who is already staring at her with a smirk, and y/n then decides to keep eye contact with her even as she gets inside the ring.

Everyone gets a microphone and Cody takes the lead and starts talking. Promos usually aren’t a big thing for y/n since she’s more of a fight now talk later type of person and with this new big feud going on, she barely has time to do that. Each and every member talk either towards one of them or at the crowd, trying to keep the crowd going and entertained.

It’s Rhea’s turn and y/n feels herself churning as Rhea walks closer to her and Jey with a smirk plastered on her face. Jey narrows his eyes and keeps y/n close to him with his arm still around her shoulder.

“Y/n, long time no see after what had happened last week. You remember?” Rhea smiles, “I sure remember the feel of Jey’s strong and hard abs against my hand as I pushed him away from my dirty dom.” Y/n feels herself twitching to get at Rhea but she keeps herself glued to Jey’s side. “Would you like to know what I said to him?” Rhea questions, “I offered him an opportunity to join the Judgment Day, to make a name for himself, and to be free from anything that has to do with the bloodline…and you.” She laughs inside the mic and Y/n could feel herself lose her patience the more Rhea talks, “I told him how he can have way more fun with me instead of being stuck here with a bore like you.”

Fuck that shit.

Y/n lunges at Rhea and starts attacking her as the crowd cheers her on. Finn, Damian, Dom, and JD take that as their cue to go ahead and attack the rest of Jey’s team. But Jey’s team were very well prepared for it as they all take down the men on the team. Jey hitting JD with a kick and leaving him on the mat as he watches his girlfriend beat Rhea down. He knew he should have stopped it just as soon as she jumped at Rhea but wanted to let her take out the anger that he knew was piling up by the minute.

“We should stop her before she gets seriously injured.” Cody snaps Jey out and it’s then that he realizes the rest of the judgment day are down. He nods and they all rush over and pull the women a part. Jey throws a thrashing y/n over his shoulder as he walks out of the ring and up the ramp, keeping a tight grip on her because of how much she is thrashing.

“Don’t you ever say some stupid crap like that you Uncle Fester!” Y/n shouts as loud as she can from where she is positioned as Jey leads the team away from the arena and towards the back.

Jey leads you all the way towards the medical room to take care of your nose that is currently bleeding and a bruise that’s already forming on your jaw. He walks in and sets you down on the medical bed and with a smile he watches as you mumble under your breath while one of the medical people gets some tissues to stop the bleeding.

“Hold this.” The nurse tells Jey who doesn’t hesitate.

Y/n suddenly realizes where she is and she makes eye contact with Jey who is looking at her amused. Y/n sighs and shakes her head, wincing a bit at the pain she is now feeling.

“I’m sorry…I broke the promise.” Y/n sighs.

“You was jealous.” Jey chuckles, “You was jealous because another woman was tryna land a claim on me, admit it.” He says.

She stares at him baffled as the nurse comes back and pulls the tissue away and cleans her nose and mouth with some wipes.

“I wasn’t…” Y/n cuts herself off as she stares at Jey who gives her a look, “…a little?”

“A lot.” He smiles as the nurse hands him an ice pack before walking out to give them some privacy.

“Uh uh.” Y/n shakes her head stubbornly.

“Don’t get all sassy with me girl.” Jey sasses her making her smile a bit with a little giggle. “If ima be honest with you…” Jey looks towards the door before back at her and whispers, “That was pretty dam sexy.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow and smirks, “oh really?”

“Pssh, hell yeah. You showed, in your words, Uncle Fester how it was done.” Jey nods with a proud smile.

“I called her that?” Y/n eyes widened.

Jey laughs and lays the ice pack on her jaw, “You sure as shit did.”

Y/n purses her lips and leans against the ice pack, “Hm…am I a bore?” Y/n recalls the word that Rhea used to describe her.

Jey raises an eyebrow and smiles a bit, “Nah, I think you’re the most funnest entertaining woman I ever known. As well as sexy as hell.” Jey gives her head a kiss.

Y/n smiles a bit and leans over to lay her head on his chest, “I love you…”

“And i love you.”

#wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe one shot #wwe superstars #wwe bloodline #jey uso x reader #jey uso #main event jey uso #wwe jey uso #jeysuso #jey uso imagine

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bloodlinesgirly · 4 months ago

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Hi!! Was wondering if you would do a Platonic Bloodline x Reader ,in which they’re all very protective of reader and she’s their biggest supporter. Always at ringside with Paul cheering for them and you best believe when she’s in the ring, she does not dissapoint so they always do mixed tag matches w her.

Quick little bloodline imagine

word count: 397

requested

platonic bloodline x reader (they call you “sis” and “girl” once)

“they ain’t ready for the smoke sis” jey laughed, obnoxiously sticking his tongue out before slapping jimmy on the back.

“you guys are such goofs” you giggle, tying your boots before you head to head to the gorilla. Tonight was another mixed tag match, you and the usos vs finn bálor, damien priest, and rhea ripley.

“good luck yall, jimmy…jey, keep her in check out there, don’t let her get hurt” roman points at each one of you. they know you better than anyone, it’s crazy the shit you’d do for them out there. solo sat stoic as always, giving you guys his version of a smile as you left the locker room.

“i’m for real though, don’t do no shit you ain’t ready for. We need you healthy…limbs completely intact.” jimmy grins as his speaks, the whole bloodline is like your second family. they took you in when you were alone and gave you the friendship you needed when first starting your career.

“you’re bout to wipe the floor with rhea, girl! she knows you don’t come to play around here.” jey and jimmy piggyback off each others sentences, excitedly bouncing around the gorilla before their music hits.

Matches with the twins were always fun, weather yall win or lost. you ended up getting them the win, pinning rhea for the first time in what felt like forever. backstage she gave you a hug, congratulating you, you gave her a smile before she went on her way.

“AYEEEEEE you know how we do it out there!!” jimmy yelled, picking you up and twirling you, you and jey did the same handshake you always do, grinning as you did so.

“i swear i was bout to fight yo ass myself when you started climbing those ropes. we told you not to try that yet” solo commented, showing up behind you, patting you on the back.

“i already told you i was ready for it, ive got this” you say as you sit down to untie your boots.

Roman finally joins you guys, hugging the twins and congratulating everyone. “you better be out there with us friday, we can’t be missin our best cheerleader.”

“i’d never miss a chance to cheer on my brothers” you smile, listening to everyone joke and laugh with each other. You’d always be there for them just as they would be for you.

#jeysuso #jimmy uso #the usos #bloodlinesgirly #the bloodline x reader #wwe fanfiction #solo sikoa #platonic bloodline #roman reigns

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1-800-sinister · 9 months ago

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(tw: dom!becky, switch!rhea, sub!reader/YN, Y/N is mentioned, Y/N is female, smut, spanking, slapping, weed, degrading, and praising also play this song as you read)

Rhea giggled as she passed the blunt to Becky, who took a hit. She looked at Y/N and said, "Are you sure you are able to take this princess?" She stared deeply into Y/N's eyes, making her lightly blush. "Yeah, I'm sure." Becky passed the blunt to Y/N, exhaling the hit she took. "Uh, truth be told, I don't know how to hit this." Y/N spoke shyly. Rhea smirked, "No worries, darling, I'll help you." She took the blunt, putting it to her lips and inhaling it. Rhea passed Becky the blunt. Rhea grabbed Y/N's jaw, pressing her lips against Y/N's and exhaling into her mouth. Y/N inhaled the smoke. Rhea pulled away, and Y/N exhaled. She looked at Rhea, shocked. Rhea smirked, and so did Becky. Becky began kissing Y/N's neck. "Uh, what are you doing?" Y/N bit her lip as she felt Becky's lips on her neck. "Just shut up and let us pleasure you, lass." Y/N shut her mouth as she watched Rhea undress, admiring her beauty. She felt a hand go into her PJ shorts; she wasn't wearing any pants. "Mmm, what a naughty girl you are." Becky chuckled as she began to rub Y/N's clit. "Rhea, be a good girl for Daddy and touch yourself while I get this pretty little doll off." Becky looked at Rhea as she began to finger Y/N while also rubbing Y/N's clit. Rhea nodded as she began to touch herself, letting out soft moans as she rubbed her clit. Becky began to speed up her fingers. "I'm going to cum." Y/N lets out a moan, basically fucking herself on Becky's fingers. "Cum, sweet girl, cum, all on daddy's fingers." Becky smirks as Y/N's head falls back on her shoulder. Y/N lets out a loud moan, cumming on Becky's fingers. "Good girl, such a good girl, now what you are going to do is eat rhea out like a good little girl." Y/N nods as she bends over and begins to eat rhea out. Rhea moans as she grips Y/N's hair, "Fuckkk." Becky got up, went through her bag, grabbed the strap, got back on the couch, and put the strap on. She pulled down Y/N's PJ shorts and thrust into her. Y/N moaned into rhea as she ate her out. Becky thrust in and out of Y/N, putting a few slaps on her ass. Rhea smacked Y/N's face. "Faster, bitch." she moaned when she felt Y/N go fast. Rhea is out of breath; she sits up, holding Y/N's head up. "Look at you all, all fucked out," she smirked. Y/N moans as she feels Becky go faster. She then cums

"What about you?" Rhea looked at Becky. Becky looked back at Rhea. "I'll be fine, love. Let's get this one cleaned up and into bed." rhea nodded

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gay-wh0re-slut · 1 year ago

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God Sent

rhea x fem!reader

content: literally just smut, jealous dom!rhea smut with fingering, strap, spitting probably, definitely some degradation and praise, squirting, multiple orgasms with aftercare too hehe but i need it so i’m writing it

You and Rhea had been invited to a goth themed party at a friend’s house. It was easy for Rhea to find something to wear but your closet colors were the complete opposite of hers, so you asked to borrow something. Of course she complies because she loves when you wear her clothes, so you decide on a leather low cut top, a skort with a harness attached at one leg, some fishnets and a pair of her platforms. She wasn’t too comfortable with you wearing this knowing people would be staring all night but she wasn’t one to control how you look.

As soon as you arrive, friends began to hoot and holler at the two of you. You twirled around to show the outfit off with Rhea slapping your ass playfully to show the room that you were hers.

The party was going well, you had many conversations about many things with the friends including wrestling, backstories, and crazy imaginations with the people that were high instead of drunk. Of course you had a few drinks yourself so you were feeling a little tipsy. Rhea didn’t want to drink so that you were both safe going home.

You swayed your hips walking towards the australian on the other side of the room, “heyy baby,” you sling your arm around her waist.

She couldn’t help but notice the people staring at your ass that was barely peeking from under the skirt. She gently landed her hand on your lower back having it slide down to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze eying the people behind you; they immediately looked away. “It’s hard dating a hot girl,” she sighs.

“Mmm, why do you say that?” your words start to become a little slurred.

“Everyone looks at you all the time, you know how that makes me feel,” she grabs your almost empty cup and sniffs, “damn, what’s in that?”

You giggle, “Uhmmm I don’t know, Liv made it. It tastes like juice, so it’s dangerousss,” you boop her nose.

“Uh huh, that’s the last one for you then, love. We don’t want a repeat of last time,” she hands you back the cup.

“Aawwww okay,�� you finish the last sip. You let go of her and sway your way to the kitchen for a trash can.

A guy you haven’t met sneaks towards you. He was pretty average looking, toned, and quite short but you could tell he was about to do something he shouldn’t: talk to you.

“Hey sweet cheeks, you here with someone?” he leaned on the counter.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, her,” you point to Rhea who was already making her way towards you. She was moving slowly knowing that you could handle yourself until she needed to step in.

“Oooh big scary woman, what is she gonna do kick my ass?” he said sarcastically as he laughed.

“Yes, actually,” you couldn’t be more serious.

“Oh I’m sure,” he continued the sarcasm, “but, no seriously though, who are you here with?”

“No seriously bro, I’m with her,” you threw back at him.

“C’mon, baby,” he began to walk around the counter towards you as a strong alcohol smell followed him, “I could make you-”

“Make her what?” Rhea growled behind him.

You caught her eyes and smiled at her devilishly. You loved seeing her jealous, it turned you on more than any alcohol could.

He turned around and looked up at her, his head almost fully touching his back, “make her scream my name,” he said a little too confidently.

“I’m giving you three seconds to walk away before I beat your scrawny ass to a pulp,” she whispered.

People noticed the commotion, but immediately turned away knowing it would end one of two ways: him being knocked out, or him being thrown out.

“Or. What,” he whispered back. He was now standing on his toes and looked more ridiculous than ever.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You better choose wisely, buddy,” you threw in.

“One,” Rhea huffed, her hands balling into fists.

He didn’t move.

“Two,” you could see her vision becoming red.

Stupidly, he still didn’t move.

“Three,” without hesitation she swiped his legs out from under him, landing on his stomach, she placed one knee on his neck and held his arms back, while twisting his whole body in a way it shouldn’t.

“Wrong choice,” you bent over him, smiling.

“Okay! Okay!” He strained to yell, “I’m sorry!”

“Now leave or I will beat your ass,” she forcefully let go of him.

He scrambled to get up, brushing off his shirt.

“Bye-bye,” you wave to him, as you give him a fake pout.

He quickly left as the crowd watched him leave laughing at him, “he should’ve known,” and “idiot” was heard from the partiers before they returned to their drinks and dancing.

“You okay?” Rhea asked.

“Perfect,” you walk towards her and move to whisper in her ear, “but if you don’t take me home right now and fuck me until I can’t walk, you will never see this ass again.”

And with that, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the car with you giggling behind her.

She basically sped home, luckily it was only about fifteen minutes away. The ride home was tough because you were already so uncomfortably turned on that you couldn’t help the squirming in your seat.

Finally, walking through the door, she slammed it behind you, “Bedroom. Now,” she commanded.

You were already on the way and you were basically sprinting. You cross the threshold and wait for your next command.

“Sit,” the tattooed hand pointed at the bed, closing the door as she entered.

You sit.

“Good girl,” she strides towards you then grabs your chin and tilts it up towards her, “you look so good tonight baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile.

“You always look so good in my clothes, huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” you squirm under her.

“Too bad you won’t be wearing them for much longer,” she lets go of your chin dragging her hand down to your tits then to the bottom of the shirt, “arms.”

You lift your arms and she pulls the shirt over your head and throws it to the side.

“Scoot back and lay down,” another command.

You do as you’re told keeping eye contact with her the whole time.

“How’d I get so lucky,” she climbs on the bed crawling on top of you, stopping halfway to leave a trail of kisses on your stomach, to your chest, to your neck, to your jaw.

Your hands were gliding up her muscular back and into her hair as she goes until she decided to grab your wrists and pin them down above your head. You huff at her.

“What,” she whispers in your ear, “my poor baby. All riled up for me and you can’t do anything about it. What a shame,” she coos.

“Please, baby,” you try to force your way out of her godly grip but to no avail.

“Uh uh,” she swiftly moved to grab the handcuffs from the side table and clasps them onto you wrapping the chain on one of the many metal rods coming from the headboard, “that’d be too easy.”

“Hmph,” you grump.

She chuckled at your attempt but continued her journey, leaving dark purple marks where only the two of you could see. You’re writhing under the muscular woman, begging for anything more to ease the pressure. Her hands were grazing your skin touching every inch of your torso, gently squeezing your tits as she went. When the hands found the waist band of the skirt, she carefully and painfully slowly, took it off of you, kissing down your thighs.

Once she threw the skirt to accompany the shirt, she took your boots off too. “Wait here,” and she started to walk to the bathroom.

“Like I can go anywhere,” you say under your breath.

She snapped her head around, “What?”

“Please hurry, baby,” you try to cover.

“That’s what I thought you said. Because if you said what you actually said,” she towered over you on the side of the bed and grabbed your face squeezing your mouth open, “it’s not going to be good for you.”

Your eyes were wide but you couldn’t speak.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?”

You nod your head frantically.

“Good,” she spit in your mouth and let go of your face, “now be the slut I know you are and swallow.”

You gulp it down and open your mouth displaying your tongue so she could see that you did.

“That’s my baby,” she patted you on the cheek and walked towards the bathroom.

You finally let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. A chill ran through your body as you lay there with nothing but fishnets and a thong.

A few minutes later the raven haired woman comes back wearing her sports bra and booty shorts with a strap.

You gasp at the sight, your heart was beating fast in two places. Your gaze flicks up and down her body, not being able to focus on one thing as she crawls back on the bed. Her hands glided up your legs to your thighs and forced them open.

Your back arched as the cool air hit your dripping center.

“You’ve already made such a mess and we haven’t even started,” her accent was thick and deep.

“It started before we left the party,” you admit.

“Oh?” the tattooed hand grazed your inner thigh, “who made you like this?”

You knew the answer she wanted to hear and you were more than happy to tell her, “You,” you gasp as her thumb barely touched your pulsing clit.

“Mmm,” she began to draw small gentle circles with her two middle fingers, “and what did I do, baby?” She already knew the answer, but she loved to hear you say it.

You could barely form words but you tried your best, “when you…were jealous and you…” your back arched as she added more pressure, “mmmmpinned him down… with your knee and… fuck,” her fingers danced on your entrance waiting to go in but was blocked by the lace. The fishnets wouldn’t be a problem though because they were the wide holed ones and she gave those to you for this very reason.

“You love when I get protective, huh baby?”

“Mhm,” your hips grinding for any possible friction.

“Good, because this,” she moved the lace to the side and easily pushed her fingers inside of you as she moved to be face to face with you, “is mine,” she growled.

You moan loudly as your back arched pushing your stomach into her. Her thighs were holding your legs apart, her hand was easily pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. Her other hand was planted near your shoulders, her baby blues staring into your soul. “That’s it…take it!”

You whined with every push gently bouncing on her hand as she quickened her pace. The sound of you against her hand sent you spiraling.

“God, you’re such a whore,” she pulled her fingers out of you causing a groan to fall out of you, “open,” she demanded.

You open your mouth and she slides her fingers in, letting you taste yourself, cleaning them off.

She pulls them out, “spit,” she ordered and she cupped her hand in front of you. You did as told, then she covered the strap. She readjusted herself, letting the tip barely graze your entrance that was now leaking onto the sheets. “D’you want Mami’s dick, beautiful?”

“Yes, god please,” you try to move yourself down onto it but was restrained by the cuffs.

“Such a desperate lil slut, pathetic,” but she slid it in anyway, guiding it and using your hips as a brace.

“Uugghh shit,” you moan as you take the full length. You felt it widen you, the pain was minuscule compared to the pleasure you felt.

She sat there a minute letting you get used to the size, watching you squirm under her, taking in every movement. Once she thought you were fine, she slowly moved her hips back and forth, pumping the dick in and out, in and out.

“Pleeease Mami, fuck me,” you whimper.

“Do you want me to fuck your brains out, princess?” she halted her movements.

You groan at the sudden stop lifting your head up to make eye contact, “do your worst,” you growl.

A devilish smirk grew on her face. In one swift motion she pushed your legs towards your chest folding you in half, and began to fuck you senseless. The bed was squeaking she was going so hard. You moaned loudly, and continuously as she wrecked you.

“FUCK,” you screamed, the pressure in your stomach was beginning to unfold, “Don’t…stop!”

“Never,” she barked.

Pretty quickly the pressure released as you screamed in pleasure with your eyes rolling back and your hands white knuckling at the rods above you. You breath left your body as it tensed. She quickly removed the silicone from you as you squirted all over the bed. “Holy fuck,” you breathe.

“Oh we’re not done yet, babygirl,” she released you from the cuffs, letting your arms go limp. She flipped you over so that now she was on her back with you on top of her.

You took the opportunity to land a sloppy kiss as you adjusted yourself to straddle her waist. Moaning into the kiss while trying to regain movement in your arms. She sits you back down onto the strap with ease, her hands smack onto your ass then guides your hips up and down to ride the dick.

“That’s it, baby,” her hair was sticking to her forehead from sweat but she couldn’t have looked any hotter, “if only that asshole could see us now, huh? You riding my dick, screaming for me, watching me make you cum over and over again.”

“Fuck…him,” you said between bounces. You sat up to fully ride her, leaning on your hands that were holding her thighs for stability. Your tits bouncing with every movement , so her hands gripped onto them holding them in place squeezing tightly.

“He’ll never know what it’s like to make a slut like you cum, right baby?” she continued.

“Never,” you forced out, “oh fuck.”

The knot quickly built up again inside you, “Mami, please let me-”

“Do it, show him who you belong to, baby.”

So you did and hard, “FUCK, RHEA,” you continued to ride out the orgasm, your legs quivering around her as you buckled over, shaking.

“Good girl,” she praised. You slumped off, lying next to her. “I know you have another one in you,” she sat up and rolled you over. She picked your hips up so you were face down in front of her, displaying everything. “You’re too much of a slut to not.”

She slapped your ass, leaving a handprint immediately causing a whimper to fall out of you. You heard her spit, not feeling it on you, so you assumed it was on the dick.

Your moans filled the room as she plunged into you, tears filled your eyes at the intense pleasure, “God YES… FUCK,” you screamed.

“C’mon baby, just one more. You’ve done so well for me,” her soft tone contrasted with how hard she was wrecking you.

It’s been probably thirty seconds and the pressure was already there. You sneaked a hand down to your clit for added pleasure, circling it lazily. Loud whines made music to the australian’s ears as she smiled wide at the sight of you unfolding beneath her. “Cum for me, baby,” she snarled.

You screamed immediately as the orgasm washed over you, squirting all over the dick once more. She kept pounding into you as long as possible until you let your hips fall sideways having the dick slip out of you.

“You did so well baby,�� she crawled to your face and left soft kisses on your sweaty red face, “My lil whore.”

“Only for you,” you forced out as you tried to catch your breath.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she took off the strap and dropped it with a thud. She scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom and set you down gently on the cool counter sending a shiver through you. She started the shower and let it get hot as she helped you peel off the tights and now destroyed thong. “C’mon baby,” as she helped you down and into the hot water.

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