#Dominik Mysterio fic
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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year ago
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remember me? - dominik mysterio
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dominik mysterio x gn! reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: language, angst, blurs kayfabe and real life, readers gender isn’t specified but they face rhea in a tag match, rhea x reader a tiny bit
you were sitting on couch in your dressing room backstage, scrolling through your phone, when a notification popped up. you clicked on it, and a memory from you photos app with the caption “3 years ago today” appeared on your screen.
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it was a photo your best friend… if you could still call him that, had taken on your phone. you smiled sadly, remembering how inseparable the two of you were before he joined the judgement day. you and dominik had been attached at the hip since you met when you were 5 years old, and you had always thought that nothing would ever come between you. if you hadn’t been there to see it with your own two eyes, you would have never believed it if someone told you dominik would turn on his father and join rhea, damian, and finn. you had tried to talk to him, to get him to change his mind, but it had only ended with rhea attacking you in the ring, leading to a tag match between the teams of you and rey, against dom and rhea. with help from the rest of the judgment day, your opponents had got the upper hand and scored the victory.
seeing dominik change from the sweet, gentle guy you had grown up with into what he was now hurt you more than you could bare, and you requested to be moved to smackdown instead of raw to get away from him and the judgment day. your wish had been granted, and it had been months since you talked to dominik. rey had moved to smackdown as well, and you were glad he was away from them; seeing what dom was becoming was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for rey. he was convinced that rhea was manipulating his son, and while you wanted to believe that, you worried that dominik had changed on his own. even if you could get through to him - you weren’t sure if you would recognize the man he had become.
you heard a knock at the door, and looked at the time, 8:39pm, which meant smackdown was almost over. you assumed it was zelina, who you traveled with most of the time, and if you had known who was really on the other side of the door, you wouldn’t have opened it.
dominik stood with his hands in his pockets, and you strongly considered slamming the door in his face, but you could still see the same sparkle in his eyes that had always been there as he smiled at you, and couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
“hey,” he said softly. you raised an eyebrow, as if to ask what he wanted. “can i come in?” you didn’t say anything, your head and your heart fighting over how to answer. “please parajito,” he pleaded. ‘little bird’ had always been his nickname for you, and your heart ached hearing it again.
“you don’t get to call me that,” you finally spoke, standing your ground.
“i just want to talk to you,” he said, raising his hands to plead his innocence.
“i have nothing to say to you,” you said sadly.
“you don’t have to say anything. just listen, okay?” he gave his best puppy dog eyes, and you let him speak.
“okay, let’s hear it.”
“i want you to join the judgment day,” he said, and you laughed.
“goodbye, dominik,” you said, shaking your head as you went to shut the door, but he stopped it with his hand.
“wait! please, you said you would listen,” he insisted, and you sighed.
“fine,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “you have 2 minutes.”
“think about it, y/n. you and me working together, the judgment day by our side; we would be unstoppable. i talked with the others and they agree that you would be a great addition to the group. things could go back to how they were with us. i want my best friend back.”
“dominik - this isn’t you!” you said, pointing to the judgment day logo on his hoodie. “they’re manipulating you. because if they’re not i really don’t know who you are anymore.”
“you know me better than anyone,” he argued, and you shook your head.
“what you did to your dad, your mom, aalyah-“
“don’t pretend like they didn’t have it coming, you saw first hand. my dad was never there for me growing up.”
“dominik, i’m not going to argue with you about your family-“
“judgment day is my family now,” he interjected. “and i want you by my side out there. come back to raw, and be apart of my new familia,” he begged, taking your hands softly in his. you tried to pull away, but didn’t fight very hard as he held onto you. he dropped your one hand to pull something out of his pocket, and you sighed as he tied a purple bandana around your wrist. “think about it,” he repeated, and you pulled your hands from his grip.
“your two minutes is up,” you said, closing the door in his face.
“i’ll see you monday!” he called through the door, and you sighed, sitting down on the couch and pulling your knees up under you chin. you scrolled through more memories your phone had brought up. you looked down at your wrist, and closed your eyes, leaning your head back on the back of the couch.
you weren’t really even considering it; right? you thought, running your hands over your face.
you wanted more than anything to have your best friend back, but you weren’t sure if he was still in there somewhere, or if he had been corrupted to the point where he could no longer be saved.
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monday had rolled around, and you paced around your hotel room, still thinking about what dominik had said. was joining the judgment day what it would take to get dominik back? was it worth it to turn your back on all of your friends on smackdown; to side with the enemy?
you looked at the time, your eyes landing on the purple bandana on the dresser, before you read 6:41 pm on the clock. raw was starting soon, and you had to make your decision now. you grabbed you stuff and headed to you car to drive to the arena, hoping that whatever you decided, you were making the right choice.
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all four members of the judgement day were standing in the ring, arguing with kevin, sami, and cody when your music hit, and you made your way down to the ring. you got in the ring, cody holding the rope for you to step over, and you stood face to face with dominik. he had a worried look in his eyes as you currently stood on the side of the enemy, and rhea stepped between the two of you, nose to nose with you.
“y/n…” kevin started, but rhea shot him a glare.
“shut up,” rhea snapped, before locking eyes with you again. “well, do you have an answer for us?” she asked, and you took a step back, giving you enough room to remove your ring jacket. everyone in the ring prepared for a fight. only dom noticed the purple bandana around your wrist, and cody was shocked as you turned around and knocked him to the ground; you had chosen your side.
as rhea went after the fallen cody, damian and finn locked up with sami and kevin. dominiks arms wrapped around your waist from behind, as he pulled you into his arms and into the corner of the ring away from the fight. dominik turned you to face him, his hands on your shoulders.
“you’re with us?” he asked, and you nodded.
“i’m with you,” you agreed, and he threw his arms around you, hugging you tight to his chest. you laughed, a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realized exactly how much you had missed him. the rest of judgment day had chased their opponents out of the ring, leaving just the five of you standing.
“i missed you, parajito,” he spoke into your ear, and you held onto him even tighter. you finally separated and rhea looked at you, an unreadable expression on her face. she threw an arm around dom’s shoulders, and then to your surprise, the other around yours.
“welcome to the judgement day,” she grinned, and you smiled. you had to admit, you were shocked at how welcome you felt in the group. dominik had said they all wanted you to join, but you were worried that his relationship, whatever it was, with rhea, might complicate things. but rhea could tell how much dominik meant to you, and admittedly, she had taken a liking to you almost immediately. “you’re mine now,” rhea smirked, holding you and dom close as he laughed.
“relax, mami, no one’s gonna steal them from you,” he smiled. damian and finn joined the group hug, and you realized that dom was telling the truth, they really were a family.
the judgment day music stopped as adam pearce came down the ramp, microphone in hand.
“excuse me, this is all very touching. y/n as you are a member of the smackdown roster, you cannot join a faction belonging to the raw roster without yourself moving to monday nights - is that what you want.” rhea pulled you behind her, already protective of the new member of her group.
“that’s what i want,” you confirmed, and dom wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“i will see what i can do,” adam sighed, and rhea hugged you again, and you had to admit you felt safe in her arms. you had made the decision to join the judgment day to get your best friend back, but perhaps in doing so you had gained three more. dom smiled at you, and you felt him lace his fingers with yours as rhea clung to your other side.
“what do you think, dom? can we share them?” she asked, and he laughed.
“that’s up to them,” he said, kissing the side of your head innocently. you had never imagined that after only a few minutes, you would feel such a connection to the group.
damian and finn held the ropes so you, dom, and rhea could exit the ring, and the five of you headed backstage together.
“i think mami likes you,” dom whispered in your ear, as rhea still hadn’t let go of you.
“i could get used to it,” you smiled, and she returned it.
“what do you say boys? should we show them how we celebrate in the judgment day?”
“you know it,” damian smirked, fist bumping dominik.
“welcome to the family, y/n,” finn said.
“thank you guys,” you smiled, looking at each of them before finally your eyes landed on dom.
“maybe now dom with shut up about missing you all the time,” damian teased.
“c’mon man,” he blushed, and you laughed, using your still intertwined hands to pull him into your side, and you all laughed.
“i missed you too.”
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imaginexwwe · 1 year ago
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NOT GOING ANYWHERE - Dominik Mysterio
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REQUESTED - DOMINIK MYSTERIO X FEM READER WITH "IM NOT GIVING UP ON YOU"
BY - @micheleamidalajedi
Dominik starts to worry that his work is starting to take a toll on his relationship with girlfriend Y|N
Dominik sighed looking down at the text he had typed up to his girl, Y|N contemplating if he should send finally send it.
Or spend another thirty minutes trying to think of another way to re-word it.
But he knew it didn't matter how many times he deleted and retyped the text he had to send.
Canceling is still canceling.
And unfortunately for the woman he had to send the text to, Dominik had to cancel plans they had.
Again.
"You're ready?" Dominik heard his tag partner for his upcoming match, Damien Priest, ask quickly getting a nod from Dominik.
"Yeah." He replied, tapping send.
I just hope she understands, Dominik thought to himself.
A few days later Dominik paced around around the bedroom of his and Y|N's shared apartment.
He had been home for a few hours while his girl had been out.
And had decided to spend his time decorating their bedroom with rose petals and candles.
Upon hearing noise from the locks on the front door, soon followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.
Dominik stopped his nervous pacing, to bend down picking up the massive bouquet of red roses he'd had made for Y|N.
I hope she's not too pissed, he couldn't help but think still worried from the fact that he had to cancel important plans he had made with her.
"Dominik." He heard Y|N call out. "Babe."
"In the bedroom." Dominik responded.
Y|N's footsteps were heard as she quickly made her way up the stairs and to their bedroom.
A surprised look on her face as she took in the way Dominik had set their room up.
"Babe..." She said, a smile forming on her lips. "What's all this? And how are you here?" Y|N asked, coming closer to him. "I thought I was picking you up later tonight from the airport."
"I was able to get a earlier flight."
Y|N nodded, coming even closer to give Dominik a quick, yet tender kiss on his lips, a smile still visible on her face. "You should've said something, Dom. I would've been there to meet you when you landed."
"I know." Dominik nodded, a smile now on his face also. "But it gave me time to set this up."
Dominik had known with Y|N's classes at the college near by she would be away.
And so when he found out he could get an earlier flight than the one he originally had, he quickly made a few changes.
It all played out perfectly, as Dominik was able to have a few hours at home alone to set up the rose petals and candles before his fiance got back home.
"Are those for me?" Y|N asked, with a giggle as she pointed to the bouquet Dominik had forgotten he was holding.
"Oh, yeah." Dominik chuckled, extending his arms to give Y|N the roses.
"Mmm..." Y|N moaned, as she brought the roses to her nose, taking in the sweet aroma they gave off. "What did I do to deserve this?" She asked, looking back up at Dominik.
Dominik shook his head smiling. "You didn't do anything babe." He replied, his smile slowly dissapearing from his face. "It's more of what I did that I felt I needed to make up for."
"What did you do?"
"A few days ago."Dominik replied, giving Y|N a confused look. "I had to miss our first anniversary."
Again, Y|N giggled, leaning up to give Dominik another kiss. "Dom, you had to work. I understood that." She replied, looking up at him. "I'm sure there's going to be another anniversary you might have to miss and it upsets me, yeah. But I understand babe. You don't have a regular career. You have a career that requires a lot of traveling and you can't just always be off on days you want." She finished, placing the bouquet on the bed, and reaching out to take Dominik's hands into her smaller ones. "I get it."
Dominik pulled Y|N into a tight embrace, giving her a kiss on her head.
How did he become so lucky?
"I was worried all week that I was going to come home and you'd be pissed and ready to leave me." He admitted with a chuckle.
"I can't be pisssd at something that's out of your control." Y|N replied, as she shook her head. "I'm not leaving you, babe." She spoke again, looking up at him. "Leaving would be giving up and I'm not giving up on you. On us." Y|N said with a smile.
Dominik nodded, still smiling down at her. "I love you, baby."
"I love you more, Dom."
HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST ❤
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magicalbuttertarts · 2 months ago
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Requested by multiple people, who I couldn't tell no to, even though this request was taken.
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Talk to Me (18+)
Jey Uso x f/Reader
Dominik Mysterio x f/Reader
Nick Wayne x f/Reader
This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.
Warnings: Smut under the cut. Each part will have unprotected sex. Cum in pussy. 1) voyeurism. Elevator sex. 2) oral (f receiving) a bit of hair pulling. 3) Riding. Biting.
All requested by anonymous . Hope you all like it.
WC: 1127
©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.
B1: Extensive talking during foreplay/sex
1: Jey Uso x f/Reader
We couldn't keep our hands to ourselves as we were in the elevator, taking it up to the floor where my hotel room is.
Her leg was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to her as I grinded my jean covered cock against her.
"I'm not wearing any panties." She muttered against my lips, forcing a small groan to fall from my lips as imagined her not wearing any while we were out to to dinner with out friends.
"Jey, please, I need you inside of me." She whined just as the elevator came to halt, and an announcement over the intercom coming on saying we would be here awhile.
She reached down between our bodies to undo my pants.
"I am not waiting. Please Jey, take me."
I groaned as she started to beg me as her hand wrapped around my cock, jerking it off.
"How can I resist such a plea?" I asked as I moved her hand aside, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy, pushing in slowly.
I watched her face as she took my cock inch by inch in her pussy. Her mouth hanging open slightly, as I pushed the final inch inside of her.
Soft whines came out of her mouth.
"That's it babygirl. You feel so good wrapped around me." I told her as I pulled back and thrust back inside of her.
"You like this don't you? Knowing that someone could be watching us right now." My hips sped up at the thought of some perv jerking off at the two of us.
I chocked as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock at my words.
"Come on baby, yes squeeze me." I moaned as I leaned in and bit her neck, soothing the bite with my tongue as I changed my angle just a bit, making her cry out of my name.
"Say my name again baby." I moaned, feeling how close I was.
"Jey."
"Again!" I demanded, hoping they can hear her moan my name.
"Jey, oh fuck, Jey." Her head flung back against the wall.
"Come for me baby. I need you to," I didn't even get the final word out as she came, her pussy squeezing my cock as her body gently shook.
I followed right behind her, groaning her name as I looked right into the camera.
"Come on baby, say hi to whatever audience we may have." I grabbed her chin, and turned her head up as I thrust into her one last time, making sure she got ever drop.
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2) Dominik Mysterio x f/Reader
Turning Dominik on doesn't take much.
A few simple words and he is a right puddle in my hand.
Just like now as I am laying in our bed, and he is about to head out to go train, but I have other ideas.
"Dom, please baby." I whined as I watched him gather is stuff for training.
"You know I have to go." He said without looking over at me.
"But I need you Dom." I said as I flung the blanket off my body, spreading my thighs, just as he turned around to say something else.
His eyes zoned in out soaked pussy, as I trailed my hand down my body, over his old t-shirt I was wearing and started to finger myself.
"I need you inside of me. I can only cum with you." I whimpered as I leisurely thrust a finger in and out of me.
He dropped his workout bag as I walked towards me. "I want your mouth on me."
Dominik nodded his head in agreement, already pussy drunk and he hasn't even touched me yet.
"Come and taste me Dom." That was all he needed as he practically dived between my spread legs, his firm hands holding me down as he started to eat me out, making me cry out his name as he quickly brought me to the edge.
"Right there Dom." I moaned as he fucked me from behind.
"Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I cried out as I am on the brink once more."
Dom was quietly moaning my name throughout all of this.
His phone was on his nightstand, going crazy with calls and text messages from his friends, wondering where he was.
"Pull my hair." I demanded, knowing it would be what I needed to finish this one last time.
Dom didn't disappoint as he wrapped my hair around hid closed fist and tugged, not too hard, but enough for a pained whimper to leave my lips as I came for the last time today.
"Dom, baby, inside. Cum now." I called out, wanting him to cum at the same time as me.
Dom never disappoints to listen to me, my eyes going wide as he filled my pussy with his cum.
It felt like an eternity until he finally stopped coming and pulled out.
"Now you can go and train." I told him as I rolled out of bed to go and shower.
I stopped at the door frame to out washroom.
"You can join me."
I giggled as I heard his feet hit the ground to join me in the washroom.
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3) Nick Wayne x f/Reader
"You like that?" I asked her as she rode me, my face buried in chest as I nipped her skin there. She nodded her head yes.
Her bouncing in my lap had me gritting my teeth so I didn't come so fast.
"You're pussy feels amazing baby." I said kissing up her neck.
"You feel amazing Nick." She whined making me smile against her skin.
I rolled us over, holding her against my body as I fucked her into the mattress.
"Tell me what you want." I said.
"Nick." She cried out after a hard thrust.
"I'm right here gorgeous. Tell me what you want."
"Faster." My pace instantly picked up at her request.
"Like this baby? Or Harder?"
"Faster, harder, please just fuck me." She cried.
"I got you."
The only sounds you could hear in the room was my cock going in and out of her drenched pussy.
"Cum for me. I can feel her squeezing the shit out of me. Cum, now!"
She let out a load moan as she came, her pussy squeezing even tighter around my cock if that was even possible.
I followed right behind her, groaning her name as I stilled and came. Her pussy fluttering around my cock, truing to squeeze every last drop out of me.
"That was incredible." She gasped as I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her pussy.
"Yeah, it was. Want to go again?"
She gently slapped my chest, laughing while saying my name.
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daddyhausen · 5 months ago
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「 SUMMARY 」 — dom is a little jealous that you’re spending all your time around a certain blond haired narcissist
「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ] smut, dom!dominik, sub!reader, brat!reader, brat taming, hair pulling, spanking, degradation, jealous sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasm, squirting, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie
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dominik’s heavy footsteps trudged through the backstage area, echoing with the unbridled jealousy that raged within him, as if his furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips weren’t a definitive indication. he was never one to shy away from displaying his jealousy, especially when it came to you. he’d seem it just before his match, you engaged in a particularly flirty conversation with one narcissist logan paul, who’d taken quite a fancy towards you himself, despite your relationship status. now you were not stupid, a little naive at times but certainly not stupid. flirting back seemed like a natural playful response despite his more devious intentions to bed you himself. despite the constant avoidance of eye contact the more persistent his flirtation became.
dominik’s eyes held heavy with jealousy, annoyance moreso. the browns of his irises seem to hold more crimson in rage over anything. a small huff of a breath prominent against his lips, his chest tightening with proactive rage, threatening to spill as the blond’s fingertips lightly grazed your forearm with devious intent. dom’s throat ran dry, even in an attempt to wet his lips only left him feeling parched, the anger within him never subsiding. his gaze tunnelled at you and the blond, everything else but faded black in his eyes as he made a beeline towards the two of you.
his movements were subtle, he did not want to start a fight in catering despite his more protective instincts desiring otherwise. he remained outwardly patient, lips folded into a tight scowl, back pressed against the wall, listening in on your conversation.
he watched the way your lashes fluttered softly each time you blinked, the soft creases of your eyes crinkled each time you smiled. the sweet giggles left your lips, flowed off your tongue like angelic hymns. to dominik, he knew logan was not competition when it comes to your relationship, but something about the way he was able to make you laugh so easily, it irked dom. he’s the only one who’s supposed to make you beam like that, the only one who has the damn privilege of making you smile! hell, he knows he’s the only one who's ever made you beg, fall to your knees in a fit of pleas and whines, practically grasping at his thighs in a desperate attempt to please him. he’s the only one who can stuff your mouth so full of his cock that it leaves bruising in the back of your throat, a sight he most definitely enjoyed.
dominik kept his gaze fixed on logan now, the prick's eyes staring down at you with a subtle yet lustful intent, and you were none the wiser of his intentions. poor, naive girl. he watched the way logan’s hands swiped away a stray, curled lock of your hair, one that resides by your neck, his fingers dangerously close to your breast, but subtle enough not to cause a stir. dom’s eyes darkened, the rage burned with him. fuck subtly, he once again made heavy trudges towards, the two of you, completely bypassing logan, his hand wrapping around your wrist, practically dragging you behind him.
his steps were wide, determined. you were pretty much hobbling twice your normal speed behind him.
“dom! what the fuck?-”, your retort was loud and intentional. in which you hoped others would gain notice of your boyfriend’s unprecedented behaviour.
still, dominik remained silent. moreso in order to hold his tongue from exploding. the tightness of his drip increased on your wrist, the eventual arrival in the parking lot only prompted him with a two word response.
“get in.”, his hand wrapped around the door handle of the passenger side of your rental car. his knuckles bleached with anger. you stared at him for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded at your boyfriend’s highly irrational behaviour.
“now!”.
the subtle widening of your eyes went unknown to him as you stepped into the car, a soft scowl forming across the curve of your lips, more so of a pout than the former. the slam of the car door left a dull ringing in your ears for less then a second, the recoil shaking the car slightly. dominik entered the car beside you, hands gripped on the steering wheel with a tightness that could rival even the strongest of men. the skin around his knuckles were already void of colour, somehow the appeared more pallor the tighter he held it. somehow, you could not shake the thought of said hand around your throat, grasping tightly, enough to constrict your airways but light enough to leave you in such a wondrous dizzy haze.
the car ride was met with silence. a painful one that was undertoned in malice. dom’s gaze was fixated on the road, all dark and brooding, the veins in his forearms pulsing with anger.
“you still didn’t answer my question”.
your words fell on deaf ears as dominik continued to stare invisible daggers through the windscreen, as if his gaze was piercing the glass.
“dom, answer me-”.
you slapped his arm lightly in an attempt to rouse him out of his enraged state, to no avail. dom continued his tunnelled glare, not breaking his stare, he didn't even acknowledge your presence even upon arriving at the back at the hotel.
“get out”.
he continued to respond in stern short sentences. his gaze still purposefully avoided yours.
“get the fuck out of the car.!”.
his words were spiteful and bitter, like venom dripping from the tip of his tongue with each syllable.. when you did not budge, barely moved an inside aside from a subtle flinch at the loudness of his voice, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you from the passenger seat, a small sudden yelp left your lips. in any other situation you would have stood your ground, retorted with a flurry of curses and insults. dom’s possessiveness had never held a forefront within your relationship previously and seeing him act out in such a way, as immature as it would seem to some, to you it was rather arousing.
the way his eyebrows were tightly knit with an accompanying scowl, eyes heavy set with rage and jealousy. you were his and his only. the only thing so pure and untouched by others, he was the only one allowed to revel in your flesh, let the taste of you mingle on his tongue. even by the sheer grip around your wrist others could tell you belonged to him, not just in the context of a relationship, but primally, you were meant for him, your entire existence, at least romantically, revolved around him.
as he practically dragged you up the stairwell, your apartment only being an hour or so drive from the arena, speckles of dusk still littered the sky as it slowly blended with nightfall amongst the horizon, the glow gave his skin a more honeyed complexion, the same can be said for his eyes, more amber despite how darkened with rage they seemed.
he was quick as he unlocked the front door, his movements did not falter once, even in his enraged state. if anything his hands held more precision than normal. the soft click of the lock met your ears, dominik shoved you inside, his hand rested on the small of your back, yet he made no attempts in touching you further. instead, he stood still, his body towered over your meek form, arms folded across his chest, as he stared down at you with what could not be described as hatred, more or less, disappointment that you would stoop so low as to converse with the likes of logan.
“tell me what you did wrong”.
it was not a question. more so a demand.
you stared at him, your gaze matched the disappointment his eyes held, albeit more rage held in yours.
“what i did wrong?”, a scoff fell from your lips, an emphasis on “i”. dominik simply nodded, unmoving in other aspects. “talking to someone isn’t a crime-”.
“well i wouldn’t consider what you were doing to be “talking’”,
dominik’s voice lowered an octave, an accusatory tone laced in his words. you narrowed your gaze at him.
“so what?, it's a bit of harmless flirting, that just the way i talk-”.
dominik scoffed. “and how do you think he would have interpreted that, huh?”.
dominik stepped closer to you, his frame pinned you against the wall, his palms flush against the wallpaper, your head entrapped between them.
“you know i don’t like you talking to him”, he cocked his head to the side in some sort of pseudo-playful facade.
“you don’t get to decide who i talk to-”.
“this is different”.
“how?”.
“because he likes you! how are you so blind as to not see that?!”.
in your peripherals you noticed dominik’s fists clenched together, his knuckles matched the paleness of the wallpaper. his jaw set, teeth grinding in frustration.
“oh my god dom, you’re acting paranoid!”.
he shot you a glare that was a mixture between confusion and anger. he let his left hand fall from beside your face to hover just above your shoulder. he still remained silent.
“or maybe, just maybe you're insecure”, you accused. “you're so worried that he could steal me away from you at any moment”
“me? insecure?”, dominik let out a sarcastic chuckle. “and i’m sure as hell, not worried about that prick taking you from me, you wanna know why?’.
dominik took another step towards you, his body pressed flush against yours. hips lips lingered centimetres from your own.
“because i. own. you”, his statement was simple, once that only made you shake your head in response..
“oh, but i do, princess. all those times i’ve made you scream and beg for me, left you dripping my cum”.
he paused for a moment, his top lip brushed against your cupid’s bow.
“your body was made for me to fuck”.
your breath involuntarily shuddered at his statement.
“and he will never know what it is like to fuck you, have you scream his name because that…is only for me’.
his hand rested upon your hips, his thumb swirled languid circles into the flesh, slow yet meticulous as he trailed it up your waist, his fingerprints created small divots in your skin, ones that made your breath quiver on exhale. he took notice, a small smirk crept upon his lips, his tongue lightly flicked across his teeth, canines gently grazed against the fleshy appendage.
“oh? you’ve gone quiet now, huh?”, his breath fanned against your neck, lips moved in featherlight touches as he spoke. “where’s the brat i was talking to before, hmm?”.
you remained silent, defiant before him, you did not give him the satisfaction of a response. but deep down you knew he was right, no other man had made you feel the way dom did. his presence itself was alluring, it drew you in, as if he was the only man on earth in your eyes.
his gaze bored into yours, it left you with a slight sense of unnerve.
“don’t worry princess, before the night is over, i’ll make you scream for me”.
his movements were agile, taking a fist full of your hair, as he tugged at the roots, with all intention of being rough. you gave a small yelp in response, still did not offer him a concise and clear sentence.
“still not talking, huh?”, his words muttered against your neck. “i’ll put that pretty mouth to better use later, but now…”.
he paused, as he inhaled the sweet, flowery scent of your perfume, his breath hitched in his throat as the subtle fragrance of jasmine met his lungs.
“i’m going to fuck your brains out”.
dom was far too impatient in his own right to drag you upstairs to the bedroom, instead, he placed a hand onto your shoulder, he forced you down onto your knees. your initial thought was that he was going to abuse your throat for a while like he’d previously mentioned. rather he simply stood behind you, his foot pressed between your shoulder blades, he left you pinned and prone against the bottom step.
“dom what the hell-?!”, you finally seemed to acknowledge him, in lieu of the fact you’d become so incredibly wet by his dominance.
with a lack of response on his part, the sound of his zipper hastily coming undone was enough to prick your ears up with intrigue. his foot still present on your back, the shuffle of his jeans as he pulled them halfway down his thighs. his fingers still woven in your hair, the other hand fisted his swollen cock. he gave a soft grunt in reaction to his own touch.
“keep still for me”.
his fingers traced against your clothed cunt, your body stiffened against the sudden pressure at your core. he hummed, satisfied that he’s already gotten you so sensitive. he let the digits slip into the waistband of your leggings, his fingertips danced across your clit, as they dipped into and between your soaked folds.
“mmm, so wet… you like me being rough with you?”.
it was a rhetorical question and he knew it. he knew you enjoyed being toyed with , thrown around and preyed upon like a piece of meat. he pulled his fingers from between your folds, eager to fill you up. then again, eager wasn’t exactly the word to describe it, more so impatient. he did not utter another word, instead, he bunched up the fabric in his hand, scrunched between his calloused fingertips, as he ripped a hole directly down the seam, your panties on full display for him.
you gasped at the sensation, cool, midnight air hitting your semi-exposed cunt, the pool of wetness that built on the fabric certainly did not help with the chill. dominik let out a soft hum in satisfaction, his fingers once again weaved their way into your panties, this time not to toy with you, to simply slide them out of the way for easier access. he removed the pressure of his foot from your back, it allowed you some reprieve and slightly better breathing room. He knelt behind you as he stuffed his cock between your folds, instantly feeling the warm, wet stretch of your cunt as he filled you to the brim.
“fuck…look at that, princess. didn’t have to prep you or anything”.
his words held a small lilt and a chuckle at the end of his sentence. his hips were ravenous in their motions, denied the time to adjust to the size of him, simply to mould the shape of his cock within you with each thrust. he wanted to be quick, to prove to you that he did not need time or patience to prove who you belonged to, just the sheer force of his cock would be enough to have you worship the ground he walks on, completely subservient to his needs.
“you know that he would never fuck you this good, baby”.
he mentioned logan again, all without mentioning him by name, as if it was an insult to his tongue for him to utter.
“mmm fuck…”
your whimpers muffled against the polished redwood of the staircase. cheek pressed firmly into it, a small pool of drool gathered around your lips,. making the wood glisten under the dim yellow glow of the hallway lights, the only source of illumination of your semi-exposed figure, a sort of luminescence that made you radiate with the aura of a siren or some other mythical succubi.
“so fucking tight”, dom’s teeth bit at his bottom lip ravenously, almost drawing blood just from the pressure he put on it. “you take my cock so perfectly, princess”.
his moans escaped his lips in stuttered grunts, only paused to inhale with each violent thrust every time his hips connected with yours.
“only need my cock to satisfy you…”.
you remained silent, only moans spilled from your lips in the absence of words, his cock filled you up completely, the vicious slap of skin against skin, his tear-inducing thrusts accompanied the pleasured sounds. you felt so full with him, his meaty cock filled your slick cunt, gummy walls clenched around him with tight pulses.
“gonna fill you up…so he knows you belong to me”.
dom had every intention of doing so, even as he felt your impending orgasm, the contractions around his cock closed in with shortened intervals, your cunt drooled as slick glistened down your thighs. he knew you would revel in it, in the pleasure he provided, in the warmth that he’d fill you with, you’d savour the feeling as if you could taste it. his hand wrapped in your hair, he tugged tightly as your head flung back in pleasure and with the force of his movements, your cheek sticky with spit. he made no attempt to announce his orgasm, a simple grunt on his part was all it took to let you know, and the viscous warmth that spread through your loins, heat pooled in your belly. before you could even savour the sensation, he pulled out, with the lack of acknowledgement of your own orgasm as the feeling slowly dissipated. a small whine left your lips, your own orgasm slowly ebbed back into nothingness.
dom gave a small chuckle, he simply admired the sight of you all spread for him, your cunt leaked with hot ropes of his lust, you whined, almost begged for him to, at the very least, reach your peak before he stopped. he noticed the way you made an attempt to stand, your thighs shook, quivered with pleasure. he made no effort to help, he insisted that you crawl on your hands and knees if you had to.
“get your ass upstairs princess, i’m not done with you yet”.
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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤
Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Bloodline!Reader
“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” + “Take out your anger on me. I can handle it."
Summary: Your family is pissing you off, and Dominik is more than happy to let you take your anger out on him.
A/N: Dominik brain rot is real and this is the result of it (this took so long 😭) and was inspired by the gif below. This is my first smut and probably my last, so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 6,016
Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing, family drama.
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You sighed as you rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment and feeling the incoming headache about to come as the room got louder and louder with anger. You opened your eyes to see Roman and Jimmy still arguing, yelling and getting closer and closer to each other. Jey was sitting in the corner, jaw clenched as he let them get into it. Solo was standing next to you, keeping a watchful eye on them in case things got out of hand. Your eyes met, and you can tell by the look in his eye he was done with all this shit too.
Why couldn't they talk this out like men instead of acting like children? You thought, rolling your eyes. You snapped out of your thoughts when Jimmy pushed Roman into the corner, all of you quickly getting up to separate them.
"You guys need to stop this!" You shouted angrily as you and Jey held Jimmy back, Solo trying to calm Roman down but to no avail.
"No, he needs to stop being a manipulative asshole! Apologize for losing? Acting like you wouldn't have lost without our help. My help. I ain't apologizing for shit, ‘Tribal Chief'!"
"Jimmy, chill out!" Jey tried, but Roman's laugh echoed throughout the room, and Jimmy tried to get out of our grips.
"Nah, let him run his mouth. You don't see your brothers acting like this, huh? Or your sister? You know why they aren't acting like this? Because they know that I am right, they know that you disgraced everybody. You disgraced this family, your ancestors, your legacy, and me, your Tribal Chief. You need to apologize for them, but most importantly, you will apologize to me."
"I ain't apologizing for anything! You wouldn't have even been Tribal Chief if it weren't for us, uce! You were a disgrace until we helped you get to the top! So if I am gonna apologize to anyone, I'ma apologize to myself for helping you get there in the first place!" Jimmy spat out, nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists, continuing to try and break out of our grip. You felt all the patience slip out of you in that very moment and you snapped, grabbing Jimmy’s shirt and pushing against the wall.
"You all need to shut the fuck up!" You screamed, Jimmy becoming lax in your grip with a look of shock on his face, the others quiet in shock as well. Finally, they shut up.
“You need to put your ego’s in check and start acting like men instead of acting like children!” You yelled furiously, scowling at them.
"He needs to-" Jimmy began, but you gave him a glare that could kill and he shut his mouth.
"You both need to stop trying to be right and start talking to each other like grown ass people. You need to stop holding grudges and let shit go. " You hissed, letting him go and turning towards Roman.
"And you need to keep your 'Tribal Chief' ego in check and stop crapping on people just because things don't go to plan." You snapped at him.
"Uce, calm down." Jey made his way towards you, trying to quell your anger before you said something Roman would make you regret, but you gave him a look and he backed away. You couldn't care less about Roman right now, he needed to hear the truth.
"Calm down? Are you kidding me?" You scoffed in disbelief.
"Don't you see what's happening? You're giving everybody what they want. They want to see us crumble, want to see our dominance fall so they could rise and take our top spot here."
You looked at Jimmy, seeing his face turn from anger to a mixture of embarrasment and relization."You're feeding into Sami and Kevin, letting them get in your heads. Why do you think they keep digging and digging? Because they want to keep those titles, and your basically ensuring they win by engaging with their stupid bullshit!"
You turned to Roman, who was stunned silent for the first time in a while. He had rarely seen you angry, even when you were kids. You were always the moral compass for the group, keeping their moral up with your caring energy. But you thought that now they needed the hard truth instead of caring words.
"And you need to stop letting your ego cloud your morals. Just because we're family doesn't mean you get a pass to be an asshole." Roman met your challenged gaze, still silent but didn't look as angry as before. Solo stood next to him, a stunned look on his usually stone-cold face as he watched you rip everybody to shreds with a tone you usually reserved for your rivals.
"You all are out of your mind if you think I'm letting everything I worked hard for go to waste because you don't want to get along. Get it together the next time I see you, I'm getting some air." You casted everyone a look before grabbing your jacket, slipping it on and leaving the room.
You franticly sped out of the arena, needing to just breathe and feel the cool night air on your skin. The fans were long gone by this time, so you didn't need to worry about being spotted. You sat on a bench, putting your head in your hands and trying to breathe through the haze of anger you felt suffocating you and coursing through your veins.
"Trouble in paradise?" You snapped out of your daze, already knowing who it was and not bothering to pick your head back up.
"Shut up, Dominik. I'm not in the mood." You mumbled loudly enough for him to hear. You heard him laugh, not taking you seriously. "Ooh, the full name this time. What happened to Dom? Am I in trouble?"
You picked your head up, glaring at him. "I said I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone and find someone else to bother."
He stopped laughing, realizing you weren't joking. "What happened?"
"None of your concern. Are you deaf? Leave. me. alone." You made a move to stand up, but he pushed you back down gently, sitting down next to you.
"Can you not be annoying for once and actually listen to me?" You spat at him, trying to stand up again but he grabbed your waist, restraining you.
"What happened?" He repeated, seeing your eyes glazed with anger. He had never seen you this mad outside of the ring before, and it made him unnerved for it to be directed at him. You were usually playful with him, sometimes having mean banter with your character work but you both didn't mean any of it. But you were never like this.
"Family business." You finally answered him, short and clipped. You tried looking away from him but he gently grabbed your cheek.
"Look at me, mi corazon." You tried to ignore the way the pet name made your stomach tighten with butterflies and listened to him, looking deep into his eyes, distracting yourself with his brown orbs that almost made you forget about your anger. Almost.
"What did your family do?" You felt the anger rush back and you mockingly chuckled. “Jimmy and Roman keep starting arguments on literally anything instead of focusing on winning. Now everybody thinks were weak and vulnerable, even though I've done nothing but pull my weight!" You huffed out, breaking out of his grip and standing up, clenching your fists. You muttered to yourself angrily, wanting to scream, hit something, do anything to let out the frustration gnawing at you.
But Dominik stood up with you, grabbing your wrists, and yanking you back into his arms. You scowled at him, trying to pull away from him. “Let go of me!”
“Not until you breathe, mi vida.” He held your wrists in one hand and grabbed your face with the other, softly caressing your face, his heartbeat and husky smell of his cologne invading your scenes.
“Look at me, mi amor.” Dominik instructed, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you ignored the way your stomach churned everytime he spoke Spanish to you and kept trying to pull your wrists away from him. But he opted for letting go of your face, bringing your head into his chest, and you felt his hot breath near your ear as he nuzzled his head into your neck. "Cálmate, carino."
Screw him and his stupidly hot Spanish. You felt yourself melt into him, some calmness washing over you the longer you were in his arms. He let go of your wrists, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, shivering when he laid feather-light kisses onto your neck.
Dominik continued kissing your neck, loving the feeling of you in his arms and shivering under his touch. He waited for your breathing to slow down to let you go, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, not wanting you out of arms reach.
"You better now, sweetheart?" You nodded, you still felt that haze of anger but it wasn't at strong as before. "I need words, baby.”
"I'm better now, Dom." You grabbed his free hand and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.
"I can tell now that you called me Dom." You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk and grabbed the hand that was around your shoulder and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.
“Do you have a ride back? Dominik asked, to which you shook your head. “I was too mad at the boys to drive with them, so I’ma just get an uber-”
“You’re riding with me.” You gave him an amused smile at his demanding tone, it was usually the other way around.
“You sure you don't need mami's permission for that?" You giggled when he yanked you closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forhead leaning against yours and his lips so, so close to yours.
"You know more than anyone I don't need her permission." Dom pushed his lips onto yours, kissing away your smirk and losing himself in the taste of you. God, you were addicting.
You kissed him slowly at first-as if you wanted to torture him-and he hated and loved you for it. He groaned into your mouth when you snuck a hand up to his hair, pulling it just the way you knew he liked it and kissing him even harder, your tongue slipping into his mouth. His fingers dug into your waist almost painfully as you clung to him, his touch burning your skin in the best way and you pulled his hair harder in response.
You pulled away first, the both of you panting and out of breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling brightly at him when he leaned into your touch. You felt the heat creep back up looking at him, his hair slightly touseled and his muscles showing through his dark black tee. You felt the urge to kiss him again, so you did. He laughed into your lips, letting you steal another kiss before pulling away. “I meant what I said before. I'm not letting you go into a random car by yourself in the middle of the night just because you're mad at your idiot brothers."
"They are not idiots."
"They are if they decided to make you angry." You laughed, playfully nudging him, and he grinned before brushing your hair out of your face. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him gaze at you with a sparkle in his eyes.
"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." You bit your lip, struggling to choose between your stubbornness or giving in to what you want. As if sensing your internal conflict, Dominik caressed your face, running his thumb over your lips, making you break out of your stupor. He smirked when you instinctively parted your lips, it’d been too long yet your bodies still remembered each other.
"Please?" You couldn't refuse him, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted to think of.
"Fine, but I get to have the aux." Music was the last thing on your mind, but he didn't need to know that. At least not right now.
"Deal, but only cause you have great taste."
"You're right. I do have great taste." You eyed him up and down, winking at him and giving him a smirk that made him utterly weak for you. "Lead the way. You're driving."
The drive was quiet, music playing softly in the background as you put a hand on Dom's thigh, inching higher and higher the closer you got to the hotel. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to get himself under control. You grinned seeing him like this, letting you be in charge. You needed to release your anger and have a stress reliever, and he was more than willing to let you use him as one. It wouldn't be the first time.
Before you knew it, you were at the hotel. You kept your hands to yourself until you went into the elevator, and as soon as its doors closed, you were all over Dominik, gripping his shirt and pushing him against the wall, giving him a searing kiss.
He welcomed it, kissing you back just as hard, moaning into your mouth when you bit his lip. He grabbed your legs and hoisted you onto his waist as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get dizzy in his arms, letting out a whine when he slid his tongue against your lip to draw it between his teeth. Your mind switched off, and all you could do was feel feel feel. Feel his bruising grip on your legs, his lips nibbling and biting any part of your mouth he can find, the heat growing in between your legs, his muscles flexing underneath your arms as you both turned each other into a writhing mess.
Your back hit something cold, and you pushed Dom away instinctively and opened your eyes, realizing you were in front of the hotel room. He whined at the loss of contact, his mouth moving to your neck, and you groaned and arched into him when he sucked a sensitive spot behind your ear.
"Fuck, do that again." You demanded, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned your head on the wall, giving him more access to your neck. Dom let out an airy chuckle. You were hot when you got bossy. "Whatever you want, Mamacita." He murmured into your skin, obeying and kissing that same spot, trying to distract himself from the way your whines and whimpers were going straight to his dick long enough to get his keycard and open the room.
He brought you both into the room, setting you on the bed, hovering over you, and capturing your lips with his. Any coherent thoughts he had melted away as you deepened the kiss, distracting him with your tongue hot and probing in his mouth.
You took this opportunity to roll the both of you over and switch your positions, not breaking the kiss. You laid on top of him, gripping his shoulders for balance, and grinded your hips against his, internally smirking when Dominik threw his head back, hissing. You did that again, and again and again until he gripped your hips to stop you.
“Too much?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his neck, enjoying him writhing against you. He shook his head, but he could still see the hesitation in your eyes as you stopped kissing his neck. He snuck his hands underneath your jacket and shirt, rubbing circles onto your soft skin, feeling you relax into him.
"Don't be afraid to take your anger out on me. I can handle it." You picked your head up at those words, moving off from him and giving him a questioning look, wanting to be sure he wasn't uncomfortable. He gave you a sexy smirk that had you internally melting in response, shrugging off his shirt. You took off your own, muscled chest heaving as he eyed your bloodline jacket you threw across the room.
"You'd look better in my jacket." You rose a challenging brow, taking off your bra, smirking when Dom's head snapped down to your chest. You leaned down to his ear, sneaking your hand down to his jeans. Your boobs were pressed against his chest and hot breath against his skin making him shiver. You knew just how to drive him crazy.
"Treat me right tonight and maybe I will wear it." You nipped his skin harshly and palmed his dick at the same time. A moan ripped out of him as he arched into your hand, the last strand of composure he had slipping away from him as you continued to palm him.
"Ahh, please, please...don't stop." He pleaded, the rough material of his jeans rubbing into him deliciously and your hands already felt so good. You were making him feel like he was in heaven and you'd barely even begun.
He whined when you moved your hand away, trying to buck his hips up but you pushed his hips down, giving him a glare. "Did I tell you to move?"
"I'm sorry, mi amor-" Dom tried to mutter out as an apology, but you shook your head, cutting him off.
"I'll let it slide this time, but don't do it again. Did you forget that I'm in charge tonight, mi cielo?" He shook his head, his skin heating up and dick getting harder at your words. If speaking Spanish drove you absolutely crazy, imagine how it made him feel.
"Good. Now take off your pants." He obeyed, and you moved off him so he could sit up and pull them off. Once they were off, you moved on top of him, sitting on his chest. He gave you a pleading look, hands itching to touch you. You nodded, and his lips went to suck one of your boobs, his hands massaging your other one.
"Ahh...fuck Dom." You moaned out, the heat between your thighs only intensifying at the feeling of his warm mouth and soft lips sucking on your nipple. You tangled your fingers through his soft hair, biting your lip to contain your moans so the entirety of the hotel filled with wrestlers and your friends didn't hear you. He licked and nibbled at it making you arch your back and stifle your moans. He smirked into your skin, flicked your other nipple until it hardened, before biting and sucking his way down your chest and belly, your skin on fire from his touch.
Before his hands could travel lower, you pressed your hand against his chest. He quickly pulled away once he felt you pushing him, concerned eyes scanning your body for any injury or discomfort.
"Are you okay, Hermosa? Did I hurt you?" He asked, giving you another once over before you cupped his face to stop making him worriedly look into your eyes.
“No baby, you’d never hurt me.” You gave him a comforting look, reassuring him. He looked into your eyes for anything that said otherwise, and once he found none he let out an internal sigh of relief, letting himself lean into your touch. As much of an asshole he made himself to be on TV, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.
You smiled when he leaned into your touch, stroking his cheek. You loved seeing this side of him he only reserved for you.
“I just thought you’d like it better like this.” You pushed him until his back hit the bed, straddling him. He groaned when you hovered over his face, his lips inches away from tasting your glistening wet pussy.
“Fuck, are you trying to kill me, mami?” Dom whined out, his voice husky with need as he gripped your thighs, trying to pull you down. You held onto the headboard before he could, stopping his attempts. “Please, let me taste you, mami.” He pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes that you would fall for in any other circumstance. But you'll give him what he wants soon enough.
“Listen to me and I will.” You smirked at how quickly he quieted down at that, nodding at you. “This night is about me. I'm in control. Don't forget that, and maybe, I'll give you a reward. You understand, baby?”
"I understand, mi amor," Dom answered, his voice almost turning into a whine as he tried to control himself from yanking you and tasting you, he didn't want to risk a punishment from you.
"Good boy.” You cooed, the nickname and your sickly sweet tone making his cock harden even more. But he didn't have time to think about it because you were lowering yourself down, sitting on his face.
Your knees buckled and you immediately let out a moan as Dom sucked your clit harshly, hungrily eating you out and groaning into your pussy, making you moan even more.
It was like an out of body experience; you didn't register the moans coming out of you as he licked and toyed with your clit, egged on by the pretty sounds coming out of you. You grinded your face against him when he licked up and down your cunt, his tongue lapping at your folds. He gripped your thighs even tighter, and let you grip his hair and use him as you pleased.
Your moans got more high pitched and shakier as he used his mouth and strong jaw to work every inch of you, holding you tighter as you squirmed against him. He could tell you were getting closer to he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again, causing you to moan loudly and thread your fingers into the sheets. "F- fuck, oh my god, don't stop, Dom." You cried out.
"I don't plan on it, baby. " He mumbled, his words muffled under your pussy. You moaned at the vibrations of his voice that felt so good against your pussy and sent shivers straight up your spine, threatening to send you over the edge. He noticed your reaction and continued to mumble incoherently as his tongue played with your clit, making you get closer and closer to your high.
You shut your eyes when the pleasure became too much, clenching the sheets even tighter as you came with loud moans that sounded like music to Dom's ears. He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking and slurping your juices up until you were gripping his hair gently and trying to push him away.
Dominik tasted your pussy one last time before coming up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. He looked so pretty, hair matted and messy, his face red and lips soaked with your cum that you could taste as he kissed you like his life depended on it.
"Do I get my reward baby?" He asked, pulling away from the heated kiss, pupils blown out with lust. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as your lips kissed his sensitive skin, meeting his lips again.
"Of course sweetie, as long as you promise to fuck me so hard I forget everything but you."
He gave you a devilish smile that made your lower body heat up again, and in one swift move scooped you up effortlessly and turned your positions around, smirking down at your naked form.
"I promise. And you know I don't break my promises, mi corazon." His voice dropped into a low sexy whisper, eyes never leaving you like he couldn't wait- needed- to have you right then and there. He gave you one last smirk before lowering down and kissing you with intensity, with passion, like he was trying to tell you all the ways you made him high on you, how you were like a drug that he couldn't let go even if he wanted to.
And as his hands lowered down again, and found that one spot that made your eyes roll back and his cock ache when your body arched into him as if you couldn't get enough of his fingers, he knew he definitely did not want to let you go.
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You stirred awake gently, shifting under the sheets and feeling warmth surrounding you. Your tired limbs ached as you groggily turned, snuggling and trying to get closer to the heat, feeling a cool breath over your skin. It wasn't until you felt a soft, familiar breath against your neck that your eyes fluttered open, seeing Dominik 's face leaned in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.
You smiled at his sleeping form that was cutely attached to you like a koala bear, like he couldn't get enough of you even while he was sleeping. You managed to move away from him just enough to get your phone from the nightstand, laughing quietly when Dom quickly pulled you back into his arms.
You snuggled back into his arms, turning on your phone and seeing the multiple missed calls and new messages you had come through from the twins, Paul and Solo, and surprisingly Rhea while your phone was silent while you and Dom were definitely the opposite. You didn't even bother opening Paul, Jimmy or Romans messages, you didn't have the energy for it.
You opened Rhea’s message first, the two of you were close but she only texted you for emergencies, so you were a bit worried.
DOM’S DOM So, did you and Dom Dom have fun last night?
You weren’t surprised. It was like she had a sixth sense for when you and Dom hooked up.
Yes, we did. I’m not even gonna ask how you know. Mami always knows sweetheart. Bit disappointed you didn’t come to my room though. I haven’t seen you in forever! I can see you later if you let me use you as a cover.. please? Can't exactly tell my brothers about Dominik, can I? You know I can’t say no to you and I can't resist seeing your cute little ass. Catch you later, princess. 🖤 Thank you! See you later babe💗
JEY<3
Yo sis, I know you still mad but I ain't asking you to talk to them, but at least let me know if you're safe or not.
You smiled at his concern, texting him back. He was one of the few in your family who didn't annoy you, aside from Solo.
Yeah, I'm good, just resting up. Just know I'm not mad at you though, just those two bozo heads. See you later <3
You then opened, and frowned, at Solo’s message.
Solo<3
So you with a guy?
There was no way he knew. You weren’t even at the same hotel?! Why and how the hell did he suspect it?
No, I was rooming with Rhea last night. Why are you asking? Just making sure you good. Roman’s kinda pissed at you. He wants to see you later. I’m good, and Roman can stay pissed for as long as he wants. I said nothing but the truth.
You shut your phone off, not wanting to think about your family acting like man children any longer.
You smiled and let out a sigh when you felt Dom trail kisses down on your neck, it was like he could read your mind. It was one the many things you loved about him; he knew what you needed before you yourself even knew. You leaned back, giving him more access to your neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. He continued kissing your skin for a few more moments before propping himself up and meeting your eyes, a soft smile on his face as he took you in.
“You sleep well, hermosa?” He asked with that husky morning voice you always wanted to wake up to as his eyes raked over your form, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.
“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” You admitted, giggling at the satisfied smirk that played on his lips.
"I'm glad I could tire you out." Dom teased you, smirk widening when you leaned closer to him to kiss him. Your fingers tracing a path down his chest as you slowly kissed him, savoring the taste of morning on his lips. His arms pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the desire that had built up during the night.
Breaking the kiss, you traced your fingers lightly along the contours of his jawline, savoring the feel of his stubble beneath your touch. He relaxed into your touch, his hazel eyes gazing at you with a knowing look.
"Your idiot family still bothering you?" Dominik treaded lightly, not wanting to ruin the mood.
You rolled your eyes at the mention of them. "They aren't idiots." You gave him a pointed look when he lifted up a brow and he raised his hands up in defense. "But yes, Roman wanted to meet up with me."
"To apologize to you, right?" Dom moved away from you and sat up when he was met with silence and a guilty look. "Don't tell me your thinking of apologizing to him, mi corazon."
"I don't know, Dom," you sighed, also sitting up and running a hand across your face. "I know Jimmy will apologize to me, he loves me too much to stay mad at me. But Roman would rather drop dead than apologize. And it'll just cause tension if we act like we are in a cold war with each other."
Your heart hurt at the look Dominik was giving you, but you didn't know what else to do except reassure him. "Trust me, it's just easier this way."
"It would be easier if you just joined Judgment Day!"
You sighed and shook your head at Dominiks words. It wasn't the first time he brought it up, and it wouldn't be the last time you refused his offer either. After all those late nights hanging out after shows at Waffle House or other rendezvous activities you'd have, with the two of you cuddled up next to each other, away from the pressure of famous families and overzealous egos, when nothing else but the moon could shine a light on your innermost thoughts, was when he would gain the courage to ask you.
You always looked like you were close to considering it, but it would turn morning and all signs of even maybe accepting it would wash away and be replaced with fear and with you bringing up Roman. And he'd drop it, but he never understood why you did. He could protect you, give you the power you wanted with the Judgment Day! Why didn't you trust him? Why were you so scared of Roman?
"You know more than anyone I can't do that, Dom."
"But you can! You want to stay at the top, we can keep you there!" Dominik insisted, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. "The guys will like you, and Rhea already loves you! We won't treat you like Roman. He treats you like—"
"Like family." you finished his sentence, a hint of bitterness in your voice and a look Dominik couldn't place on your face. "And that's why I can't leave him. At least, not right now." 
Dominik perked up at your last sentence, his eyes searching yours for a hint of understanding. "Not right now?" he questioned, hope flickering in his gaze.
You gave him a small smile, the look in your eyes telling more than words could. "Not right now."
And that was all the confirmation he needed. He didn't need to know anything else- he knew you'd handle it and come to him when the time was right.
His smile mirrored yours as you moved closer to him, your tone shifted from serious to teasing, wanting to change the tense mood. "But until then, don't get in trouble with my family. Solo already suspects us, I don't need him trying to beat your ass."
Dominik laughed, wrapping an arm around you, the tension between you two dissipating as he responded, "Baby don't worry, you know I can take him."
You gave him an amused smile and leaned into him. "Oh, is that why you were hiding behind Rhea last night?"
Dominik chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I wasn't hiding behind her! I was just... checking out the best angle to hit him, y'know?"
"Mhm, whatever you say baby." You mocked him, giggling at the pout he gave you and deciding to kiss it off of him. Dominik couldn't help but smile against your lips as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours.
Breaking the kiss, you grinned up at him before looking up at the clock and seeing the time.
"Speaking of Rhea, I promise I would hang out with her later. So I better get out of bed before she beats me up." You barely made a move to get out of bed before Dominik whined and pulled you on top of him.
"Can't you stay here longer? She can wait." Dominik pleaded with puppy dog eyes, begging you to stay with him.
You couldn't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes and how he pulled you back onto the bed. "You're too cute, you know that?"
Dominik grinned, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled your neck. "So, does that mean you're staying?"
Your hands gently played with the ends of his hair, "How about this? We hop in the shower, make up for lost time, and once we're all clean and pretty, we can go grab some breakfast, and then I'll meet up with Rhea. Deal?"
Dominiks face lit up with a mischievous grin at the thought of you in the shower with him.
"Deal!" he replied enthusiastically, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. He then reluctantly let you go and climbed out of bed, extending a hand to help you up.
You accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you out of bed and lead you to the bathroom. As soon as all of your clothes were shed and the water was on, Dominik picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours, lifting you and bringing the both of you in the shower.
"Dominik... Not now." You managed to protest between kisses as the warm water cascaded over both of you. He ignored your protests in favor of the moans sputtering out of you as he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking harshly into your supple skin.
"Hermosa, I want to taste my breakfast right now." He mumbled into your skin, addicted to the blissed out expression on your face as continued kissing you, lowering himself onto his knees. He was just enamored and completely addicted to you and the hold you had on him.
And you couldn't get enough of him either, just as addicted to him as he was to you. He was just purely addictive- his personality, his charm, his aura,  just him. And as you grabbed a fistful of his hair on the back of his head and guided him right where you wanted him, you knew two things.
Rhea would kill you both after this.
And 2, that you were officially a goner for Dominik. The man who many on the roster called a snake, a manipulative, a liar, a sell out. A man who burned everything he hurt to the ground.
But you wanna know what the scary part was? That you didn't even care.
Not one bit.
And if you got burned?
You would gladly get engulfed in flames if somewhere in that fire you'd get the warmth of his love.
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cosmicflw3rr · 8 months ago
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cash in.
dominik mysterio x fem! reader
summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.
A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈
btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)
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your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.
what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.
you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.
you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.
as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.
leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.
you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.
“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.
you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.
aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.
running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.
he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"
without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.
bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.
she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.
the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.
with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.
your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.
wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.
you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.
without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.
when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.
“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.
"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.
a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.
you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.
in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.
with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.
backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.
tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.
pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.
"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.
"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.
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starlightsreigns · 4 months ago
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slow down | the judgment day
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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???
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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.”
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:) 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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almost blue (1)
pairing: cody rhodes x black reader warning: explicit descriptions of violence and sexual activity. minors please do not interact. readers eighteen and older interact only please. descriptions of alcohol consumption and the use of deadly weapons. authors note: JOHN WICK AU!!! so excited to share this! i had this sorta kinda in my back pocket for a while, while trying to build up tanks of blood, which you can find to read here. not everything in this is super true to the world of john wick but the most im using as inspo is the aesthetic anyways. also a one off mention of john wick lol. that and some of the names for certain things. italics in the beginning represent flashback perspective music inspo: almost blue by chet baker word count: 4800 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @southerngirl41 @2-muchsauce @crxssjae
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new york. the continental hotel and it's flatiron shape. september 2019. the rain, this soft unsteady pitter patter. a gentle gray coloring the sky. the air cold and biting. the city filling its brim with a sleepless droning. 
and amongst the deathly sort of decadence—gold trim and blood red carpet floors—bath water disturbs till its sloshing to overtake the tub. a messy spill against the floor. his lips working over yours. fingers kneading deep enough into skin that it stains with the print of his touch. nails tender in his hair and your body melting in till the heat of him breaks over your skin. his everything settled into the wisp and charm of your voice as his pleasure becomes whole. too great.
—but his memory tires from old moments like these, a shell of itself as it attempts in vain to restore to it's former glory. has been in a perpetual state of exhaustion for sometime. but this straining is singular. a throbbing at the forefront of his skull. a tight pulling pain at the nape of his neck till it's creeping wild at the tip of his spine. forcing him to grow ill as he works to reminisce. body wistfully undone. and what words do the men of our time say about insanity? to be in a perpetual state of trying, doing, in hopes of something new. and so on he went, flirting with this disaster, this run of nostalgia, so much so that memory has forsaken him, taking these little complexities —the new york rain and the taste of your lips— along with it. 
but cody can handle the load and reload of a glock 26 as fast as he does it well. a deft maneuvering before the barrel raises and he pulls the trigger, the recoil driving sharp. a bullet through the skull and the splattering of blood. whoever meant to kill him, now dead in his wake. 
but what cruelty this is. a traitor to his own body. living with nothing but the means to kill and tattered memory. with him still, only, all of the things left unsaid—
you'd smelt of vanilla. the yearning about his tongue deep and yet to be settled. his lips a shadow as they feathered against yours. his questions overdone with a frightening passion. "where are you ten years from now?" 
your fingers slipped over his skin, as easy as they would over porcelain. a delicate taking over wet soapy muscle till it clawed over his shoulders and against the heat of his cheeks. "somewhere warm and comfortable. retired".
where ever you were, is where he wanted to be. "am i with you?"
a reversion, just barely perceptible, but there all the same. something like fear, like hesitation, pushing against a situational sort of tenderness in your eyes. the warmth slowly but forcibly outdone by the cold. lukewarm. just like the fate of too old bath water. not enough of either extreme. lukewarm. 
"seems more like a question for you to answer".
"answer it anyways".
and he couldn't feel your lips anymore. too much air, too much distance. caution thick. woven about your words. the tones. the inflections. "ten years from now, you'll be somewhere as warm, as comfortable and retired too".
"am i with you?" 
to draw such a long length of need into the air. passions and hopes and dreams. cody knew. it would've been easier to take the sear of a bullet, the ripping tear in of a knife or the crack of something blunt and unforgiving to his skull. those things easier than the down trod of such a silence. your eyes having gained more and more distance. fear peaking soft and brown before the quick slip over of indifference. like you didn't care for his whispered words sounding too much like forever. and recovery from bullets and knives and blunt force was tedious. sewn up skin and the reformation of fine motor skill. but this. the way you suffered him to feel the drift away of your body and the simple, delicate, eager push in of your touch. something in his heart—amongst the lukewarm water—failed. this low dropping into a less lively place. 
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new york. the continental hotel and its flatiron shape. june 2024. a peak of the sun amidst more grayish than white clouds against an icy pale blue sky. the air breezy with a teasing smell of rain. like a stray tendril before some great unraveling. the city as sleepless as it's ever been. 
and amongst the deathly sort of decadence—scarlet sage in bloom and the ever present air of readymade violence—cody sips at a short glass of brandy. an edgy spike to his tongue as it settles. everything of the continental he possessed now lost to time and the overwork of his sore tired memory. lost to a bout of corrosion done by words left unsaid. because he did not remember your answer after the persistence of his "am i with you?” all thats left, this great blurring. of words and the finer littler complexities. your lips and your eyes and the soft ways of your touch. and maybe it came to be this way for good reason. using such a burn to his ego to fuel the fire of his rage. revenge for memories unforgettable. around the glass of brandy, his hands feel stronger. less careful in how they hold. caution be damned. he sips again to finish. his finger buttoning his suit jacket, making way from the bar and across the communal space of the hotel. 
warmth at his ear and a twitch in his trigger finger. something like eyes resting over him. watching him.
he continues to a connecting hallway. elevators and mosaic floors. maybe the brandy wasn't the best idea, but neither was coming to such sacredly awful ground. lovers trauma and all that bullshit jazz. 
the fourteenth floor is quiet. his steps carpeted by soft wool. a second twitch in his trigger finger that leads into the sharp driving heat reminiscent of staggering gun recoil. a sweet burning in his arm, the muscles knowing, remembering. but he has nothing of use on him. nothing to snuff out and quiet that vicious call of death. his hotel room styled with a modernistic flare to it's luxury. clean and unadorned. a simple reflection of his own style thankfully, but nothing extravagant to weaponize. he would have to, if needed, to make due. a slim ball point pen, sleek and multifunctional, rests next to a complimentary bottle of wine. "enjoy your stay", in cursive. cody feels the warmth at the tip of his ear again, something greater than a simple bout of paranoia. his fingers slip the pen into his pocket, a reversing in his steps to triple check the locking function of the room doors.
and he shouldn't be so wound up should he? conducting business was, is, has always been forbidden on hotel grounds. 
his fight or flight saying otherwise. breathing over his skin overwhelmingly warm. lingering wearily. intuition always a nagging son of a bitch but never wrong. it's never failed him. 
cody showers, stands amidst the icy rain of too cold water. cody showers, because warm baths terrify something in his body. the possibility of turning stale and lukewarm. too distant and uninviting to be either extreme. like eyes and soft lips he can barely form well enough to reimagine. 
and the bed sheets are welcoming. slipping along his skin with a delicate relief. but still, something feels wrong. a heaviness to the air that precedes this faithful old tryst with life. with death. the ring of his phone working to unburden him suddenly, but for only some seconds. the number blocked. he answers, rushing to fish that ball point pen from his dress pants. sleek and multifunctional in his grip. but the urgency in his maneuvering cuts short with the slip in of something dangerously angelic. memory sore and exhausted no more, but now rushing back to him fervid and unrelenting. a tender charming tone in his ear that disrupts the stalwart build of his resolve. september 2019. june 2024. five years of an almost complete pain. icy feeling wind with the teasing of a torrential down pour. almost there but not quite. the anger and the pain never red enough. the sadness almost blue. 
"the loft in tribeca" you start. cody commits it all to memory. the words, the tones, the inflections. shuffling to rough his pants on. pen in his pocket. phone wedged to his ear as his fingers rip off the casing of a pillow. body easy as it maneuvers to protect his six o'clock, leaning against the wall. his eyes scope along the room. an over examination. waiting. "if you're not dead in the next 30 minutes, meet me there". 
the call drops. 
the slow unlocking click of his hotel room door. his muscles burn with remembrance. eyes sharp. his ears attune. the shells of them warm. cautioned steps approach the entry way of the bedroom but they fail to go unnoticed. thudding against the soft carpet. and if not for the possibility of his demise, cody would laugh. surely this was amateur hour. boots and inconspicuous were no more suited together than suede in the rain. and he'd made that rookie mistake before. back when he was a rookie. but the high table were no idiots, sending rookies to bring his head in, unless they hated him that much and felt he should feel the brunt of that hatred with some disrespect. and disrespect it was. 
cody's breath holds. his head thumping against the wall before he makes a swift crouch to his knees. a gun rounding the corner, and a bullet flying aimed for where his head had knocked in. a simple quick diversion. nothing special or particularly extravagant, but enough to give him seconds to maneuver. and oh this is disrespect in deed. dominik mysterio the source of his current heavy breathed, adrenaline rushing circumstance. cody knuckling the hold of the still upward pointed gun with a punch before another sinks into domink's abdomen. a short grunt breaking from the scrappy, ill-sophisticated, mullet wearing piece of shit. and surely dominik is more of a piece of shit when his heavy boot toughs into cody's jaw. racing for the gun. 
but cody is quick. has felt and faced harsher things. if anything, its more of an irritation he feels than a full measure of pain. it was hard maintaining good skin considering the life he led. he spits against the carpet. iron on his tongue. red staining the clean line designs. he reaches for dominik's leg just before he's in reach of the gun. pulling him near and flipping him over quickly. a rough hand in the silk of domink's mullet as he rains down punches with the other.  cody ill satisfied as he hears the sloppy singing of grunts from the younger mysterio. and as his frustration mounts, swindled by the audacity of the high table, dominik gains an advantage. his hips shifting up to propel cody, his arms lean and tight and trapping over cody's and rolling. 
"you three piece suit, hugo boss wannabe wearing motherfucker", dominik's face bloody and angry. his fists balled and quick as he comes down against cody's face. 
the impression of the pen presses into cody's thigh. memory and dexterity working like a trained muscle. amidst the  barrage of fists, cody reaches for the sleek ball point pen. clicking the tip and rushing it into dominik's side. harsh vicious stabs till the pain takes hold enough for him to hesitate. plunging the inky tip into his neck, where blood flows to gush. breaking up out of his skin. choking on air and the pain of a slow to come death. 
"bulletproof three piece suits asshole", cody roughs out. kicking dominik for satisfaction. 
if you're not dead in the next 30 minutes, meet me there
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the loft is the same. unadorned by that uncanny but natural weathering of time and neglect. warm homely autumn inspired tones with splashes of green and hand carved wooden furniture. cody ever the horrendous sucker for hand carved shit. an intimate union of labor and passion. ever the reflection of a once lively relationship. carefully cultivated, ending poorer than a bastard dying with his eyes wide open. because when you go that way, you deserve it. but cody? his passions didn't deserve that violent abrupt end. and yet here he is, creeping past the entrance. a painful stuttering of footfalls as he goes. muscles sore and his skin on fire. 
dominik mysterio was a warm up. a warning even. the call must've went out. a bounty worth enough for people to try him. the train ride to tribeca interestingly violent. a woman with a knife, a man with a gun and another thinking his bare hands were some great unstoppable force. and no, cody did not make quick work of them. not as quickly as he would've liked. but he managed. and at the very least, he'd suffered a slitting cut to his cheek and a laceration to his chest. that piece of shit running the blade right through his tattoo. some maybe secondary bruising and a bad headache. but he's not dead. not like the idiots that tried and failed to kill him. 
the loft, much like the continental hotel, is agreed upon neutral ground. a place for trysts and the sharing of information. or rather, thats what it used to be. now, cody isn't so sure. 
and his limping is pathetically loud. shoes a heavy clack against the floor. makes him bristle annoyed. you stand just behind the kitchen island. wine bottle opened. a glass in hand as you sip. more beautiful than he remembers. soft looking still, your eyes casting over the rim as you sip, undeniably deceptive. 
a gun lays easy on the coffee table sat between two couches. too easy. but his displeasure gets the best of him. he shifts for it quickly. a swift up of his hands positioned about the gun, aiming for your face. 
you knew his whereabouts. so much so that you knew the whereabouts of the people trying to kill him. taking the chance to trust could cost him his life. and cody quite likes his life. 
"you had me scared a little bit". a gentle float of words. a finger dancing along the rim of the wine glass. a daring stare down the barrel of the gun. "i thought you got bested by a second rate mysterio". and when cody doesn't move, captured by pain, caution and the mystique of your presence, your eyes roll. his form fixed and perfected. trigger finger cool, but his heart unsure. "cut the melodrama. put the gun down cody". 
"you knew i was being followed", he clips. jaw tight. 
"i mean...duh...", you give. dry and teasing. finishing your wine. "half of that was me, and lets not be silly", covering the length of distance between your bodies slowly. a stalking patience. a fierce feline approach. "you shot a bullet through the skull of one of thee most important men. finding out don't come cheap when you fuck with the high table". 
"everybody seems to forget I had to bury my father", the barrel of the gun kept high with perfect aim as you near closer. "killing that sack of shit was just me evening the score". 
"i didn't kill your father cody". 
was that sincerity? empathy? a sudden waft in of warmth after years in the cold. it felt unreal. true but unreal. and he was sure it wouldn't last. 
"obviously", cody bites out. 
your forehead nestles against the barrel of the gun. his memory overwrought. his senses in a frenzy. a horrible mixture in his skin of pain and elation. steeped with the fear of having to endure another sudden vanishing. angry that such an endurance was his portion in the first place. 
"so then why is the gun still pointed at me?"
his fixed form eases. your hand slipping the gun from his hold gently. fire over his skin as you touch him for the first time in five years. a deft maneuvering about the cold heavy metal to expose the contents of the magazine. amusement coloring your eyes and spreading over your mouth for a teasing little smile. 
"they're blanks anyways", emptying the magazine as the faux bullets fall to the floor. your hand settling down the gun and its magazine on the coffee table. leaving him in an exasperated awe as you head toward the kitchen. "just wanted to see how thin your patience has worn". 
your chin jutting over to the couch. hands full of medical supplies as you pad over to him softly. his body aching and slow as it rests into the tender leather seating, but moving without delay still. always under the gentle charm of your voice, his being falling under this servile sort of subjection. making him bristle silently within himself. all that time and distance amounting to nothing for his resolve. 
cody surrenders. mind over matter no longer needed. succumbing to the full weight of his pain. hair messy with red droppings of other peoples blood. his muscles sore and the hammering about his skull diligent and taunting. 
"my pain has always been a funny little joke to you". 
you pull the coffee table closer to the wide spread of cody's legs. your own slipping over to straddle the strength of one of his thighs. your body warm and comforting against his skin. an old feeling blooming in his chest. you were doing this on purpose. he's sure of it. to see him waver and yield to the charm of your presence. gentle touch dabbing to rid his cheek of dried blood before you went about cleaning the wound. his fingers itching to form to your body, desperate to push dull nails into your skin again. to form in and caress with the intent to renew his memory. 
your eyes flit to his crotch. "its a lot more than little. give yourself some credit", you muse. applying butterfly stitches. 
the air is thick. forces him to maintain a steady breath. memory overwrought once more. a mighty rushing in that heats him whole. your hands working his button up open. the lax take of your palm to his belly forcing a throb to the crux of his thighs. the closing in of the distance makes for easy intimacy. a registration of the lesser noticeable, more complex things. the prick of your nails telling familiar stories, as they work to rid him of the shirt all together. tender and caring, similar to how they used to be. your eyes roaming and thinly glazed over. he spares a glance at the wine bottle. halfway done. your ministrations functional but indulgent of the moment. of his skin.
a quicksand sort of state of affairs. if he doesn't pull himself together now, he would fall into you. full consumption. and he can't possibly risk his life because he's half hard and overdone with sentiment. 
"how long have you been following me?"
you apply something like a salve after cleaning the nasty chest wound. an anesthetic. how sweet of you. to suddenly take his pain into consideration.
"a few months". 
"why am i not dead?"
your body adjusts a top of him. somehow closer. your knee nearly running into his crotch. "yet", you give. beginning the process of suturing. "the question everyone wants to know is why is cody rhodes not dead yet". breaking shortly to peer over him. a full examination it seems. heat rising in his cheeks. "cause he's no john fuckin wick. so why is he still here". pressure of the needle feeding into his skin. your lip tucking under your teeth in full concentration. "people don't know resilience is the bane of even your own existence. a little meat puppet made to take push pins". 
he scoffs. "this doesn't feel like a compliment if it is". 
you finish off the suture. a hesitant but delicate maneuvering off his thigh to rid of the medical supplies. the heat of you gone in an instant. "its an observation". the uncorking pop of that half drunken wine bottle. a generous crimson pour that you sip at. 
"on what basis exactly?" 
a whipping swing of kitchen cabinet doors. a bottle of brandy and a short glass. for him it seems. and the pained parts of him grow excited at the possibility of a simple taste. anything for a temporary fix. something to numb the burn in his bones. 
"very close encounters".
and no you don't dip into the leather to sit beside him when you return. you assume a much more compromising position. a full straddle of his legs as you gift him his little amber colored remedy. and if at any moment he ever thought he needed it and actually didn't, let this be the moment where that edgy spike to his tongue becomes essential. something to help him as he searches for a secure hold at control. and of course he drinks it all. an easy burning slip against the back of his throat as he feels the heat of you settling back into him. once dormant urges awakening in his fingers. supple thighs lined up over his kevlar woven dress pants. the baggy button up you'd decided was good enough for his visit thin and something like revealing. the other details left to his imagination. and God was that prone to running at any moment. tripping and falling away from him well enough till his crotch became to uncomfortable to bare the perfect fit of his pants. your empty hand returning to where it'd been. roaming tenderly against slow but steady bruising skin. his nose picking up the sweet wine on your breath. the glaze about your eyes. thighs over him, clenching slightly. 
"you were always a little too indulgent with the wine", cody gives. 
your eyes flitting to his crotch again. bulge more prominent. the teasing of your nails inching over past his navel. your throat humming. "and you with me". 
"don't think much of it". an attempt made in vain he thinks. feeling the hard throb of himself as soon as the words leave him. "it tends to happen. adrenaline from almost dying multiple times", his thigh knocking up into yours to grab at your attention. tipsy eyes drifting to the cold blue of his. "now spill. why am i still breathing?"
"because the number isn't high enough yet". another sip of wine before turning to rest it at the table. your hands free to run over the muscle of him. about his shoulders till your thumbs are caressing at his nape and the hard cut of his jaw. and that nearly drives him to insanity. the weight of you resting right where he pulses with life. "i take your head now, i'd be settling. and the game of it all ain't that fun right now anyways. its too amateur hour-ish for me. i wanna battle it out with the adults". 
"im flattered", cody deadpans. 
you smile. thumb soothing over his lip. "as you should be". 
"why else", the pulse about his blood wild. an unadulterated beating that coaxes to life the run off of his imagination. his touch a staggering grip at your jaw. pulling your eyes to him. lowly sat pretty brown eyes with a penchant for doing him inexplicably dirty. but they draw him in all the same. his stomach empty. filled with nothing but the slosh of brandy. cody feeds into the daze of it. the possibility of a buzz. your lips a breath from his. desire on your tongue by way of the sweet smell of wine. "talk".
your hips shift over him. a rut into the fabric. friction to appease the ache, he's sure of it. thin panties and the desperate curl in of your nails. running into his scalp. trying to persuade him with tender touches and the charm of such wanton need. and its working. fuck, itsworking well. had worked some time ago and doing well now just the same. because cody, despite such deadly skill, was not immune to this type of torture. could not battle it with stalwart patience or dapper precision. and as you rut against him again, mind clouded by wine and your own intent, his fingers burn to touch you more. not so simple and plain but disgustingly greedy. his lips smooth against the seam of yours. amber brandy and red wine a near perfect melding together. 
"fuck", you relent. your nose knocking soft into his. laughing with a wry sort of amusement. "it would stroke your ego to a nice little finish if i did say it wouldn't it?"
cody hums. slips his hold till its anchored about your neck. measured in its pressure. his tongue licking to wet his lips. the slight of it forcing a tremble into your body. 
maybe his suffering isn't a lonely one after all. 
you whimper. taking a hard swallow. 
"vindicate me", cody rasps. 
your struggle is apparent. surfaces with a tear that stains your cheek. body undone by the defeat of such an intimate admission. 
"i miss you", fragile and nearly unclear. 
he smiles mirthless against the soft ways of your skin. his nose buried into the dip of your neck. "i don't trust your sentiment".
"it's true cody". 
"she says, after admitting she wants to kill me".
"better me than someone else". your fingers abandoning him to grip into the leather of the couch. a tight take to it that fastens your body into him. your mouth lax as your lips slip over his. the tease of a kiss filled with too much tension to bare. "touch me", you give. a plea and a command all the same. 
his fingers working in swiftly, a firm obedience, cupping your cheeks to steady the wild go of your tongue as it snakes to slip at his. a frail whimper singing from your chest and the return of your sharp nails. digging against his scalp to bring him impossibly closer. nearly suckling his tongue whole as your hips rut at him again. a less cautious shifting as you look for harsher friction. the pain of a murderous sort of labor and the pleasure of touching you again warring over the tenderness of his skin. coaxing him to groan and wince. strong, tired fingers forcing your hips to rock over him. an easy, stable grind along the hard bulge of his cock that leaves you living without the proper brilliance of words. reduced to the struggle of too pleasured moans. 
your teeth prickling and sharp as they snag against his lip. fingers deft, undoing his zipper. the heat of him hard and throbbing dangerous. his headache out done by more pressing matters, hazy and his senses going numb with lust. palms persistent, sinking into supple flesh. and fuck does it feel good. even better when his patience thins. fingers stretching the fabric of your panties till they tear. the slick way of your arousal making for an easier pace. a sweet teasing slip through your slit. his imagination wild and unfettered. even the thought of slipping in to have his full way with you enough to twist the base of his belly. groaning into your mouth.  
fire in his fingers as they pull against the fat of your ass. sweltered skin sweet in his palms. forming with every push and spread and pry that he gives. 
your mouths depart. a hesitant slipping away. breaths heavy. your face hiding in the dip of his neck. your pussy messy. bewitching even as you grind mindless into him. an undulating heat over his skin. "cody", a mantra as it travels to slight the beating of his pulse. 
the tell tale trembling in your body. a breath away from bliss. and he can feel the build in his bones. the return of an ache thats been transformed. throbbing and restless. an urgency he works to relieve. and with it so does your mouth. less desperate to consume him. melting to linger at his lips. breathy and stuttered. 
"right there angel", he gives. a whisper against your lips. corralling the last bits of resolve to break. your hips stuttering but caressing faithful still. coming undone. rutting greedily to grasp at the last bits of pleasure.
and here he finds that charming sort of relief. an unfurling warmth about his skin. snatching your body into him as he strokes against you and throbs, coming undone. release pooling and spurting against the baggy button up you'd worn to tease him with. 
your lips finding his again. needy still. and he accepts without wait. ready and willing. your moaning along his tongue delicate and wispy. reminiscent of a memory once forgotten. new york. september 2019. cody cups your face again. thumbs dusting over the apple of your cheeks. on a mission to stain himself with this moment. sweet red wine mixed with aged brandy. 
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she was getting to be a lil too long so i had to break her up! but how do we feel about our little hitman?
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mrsarcherofinfamy · 8 months ago
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DOMINK DOMINK DOMINK FICS
●Dominik Mysterio x Reader●
Summary: Someone from Dom's past returns.
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*Y/N's POV*
Walking into gorilla looking at the tv seeing Dom and Rhea making their way to the ring, I take off my sweatshirt laying it on the chair. I watch the TV hearing Rhea talking about how there is no more women on the roster that can stand toe to toe with her. I fix my kickpads still watching the TV. This is my return to the ring since I was out with an injury and everything changed with Dom. One of the producers walks over to me and hands me a microphone. I grab it and tap on the top of it making sure it's on.
"Woah woah woah."
I walk out of the curtains as my music hits causing the crowd to cheer loudly for me. I do my pose at the top of the ramp than bring the microphone to my mouth as my theme song turns off. Rhea is standing against the ropes staring at me.
"Rhea. Rhea. Did you forget about me?"
I start walking down to the ring.
"Remember breaking my leg two years ago?"
I climb into the ring and look at her.
"Remember that? Yeah? Well now, I'm fully healed.... and coming for you."
I get in her face and she gets in mine. I bring the microphone up to my mouth.
"Also seems like someone's little Dom Dom has seen a ghost."
I throw the microphone on the mat as Rhea turns around, walks over to Dom and lightly slaps his face. Dom shakes his head and looks at her. I grab Rhea's arm, whip her around and go to hit her with a forearm. She ducks, rolls out of the ring and I hit Dom in the jaw really hard. He falls on the mat and I turn towards Rhea walking up the ramp. I pull Dom over to the corner, climb up to the top rope and do a moonsault landing on Dom. I stand up, lean against the ropes and point at Rhea.
"You're next!"
She shakes her head no and I push Dom out of the ring. She grabs him as I celebrate with the crowd. They make their way to the back and the show goes to commercial. I climb out of the ring and make my way to the back.
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*In my locker room*
Taking my kickpads off, I hear someone start banging on my door. I look at the door confused, walk over to it and open it seeing Dom standing there with his arms crossed.
"What do you want?"
He pushes past me into my locker room and I roll my eyes closing the door.
"What was that out there Y/N? You clocked me in the jaw than hit me with a moonsault?"
"I was making a statement to your Mami."
"But I mean you really hit me hard. My mouth was bleeding."
"Does the baby boy need to go see a doctor? Do I have to hold your hand while they check on you?"
I say this in a mocking voice and he walks over to me, getting in my face.
"Stop. Right now."
"What are you gonna do about it?"
He raises an eyebrow looking down at me and I smirk looking up at him crossing my arms. He puts both of his hands on the sides of my face looking down at me.
"God I have missed you and your smart mouth."
"Again, what are you gonna do about it?"
He smirks, leans down and kisses me hard. I kiss him back just as hard and run my hands up his shoulders to his neck. We start making out as I run my fingers through his hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the couch. He lays me on the couch and starts moving his lips down my neck as I play with his hair. We don't hear the locker room door open as he continues kissing my neck.
"Woah! What did we walk in on?"
I gasp pushing Dom off of me seeing Damian and Finn standing in the doorway. Dom stands up, clears his throat and looks over at them. I gulp and fix my shirt looking down at the ground.
"Ummm Dom, we came looking for you because we have an interview soon."
"But seems like he is pretty busy, huh?"
Finn hits Damian's arm and laughs.
"Guys, get out! I will be there in a minute."
Damian and Finn laugh while walking out of the locker room. I look up at Dom as he leans down to be face to face with me.
"To be continued tonight. I will text you."
He kisses me one last time and makes his way out of my locker room......
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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year ago
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ghosthunting - rhea & dom
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rhea ripley x gn!reader x dominik mysterio
word count: 4k words
warnings: haunted jail, language, can be read as platonic if you want <3
despite the hot florida weather, your hands trembled slightly as the cameras started rolling. shotzi and scarlett had invited you, dominik, and rhea to be the guests on the first episode of their new ghost hunting series, Chamber of Horrors. you were excited, but also nervous about the idea of exploring a haunted jail, so you were relieved to have two of your closest companions by your side.
“hey guys,” scarlett introduced the three of you as you stood next to her and shotzi. you all greeted your two hosts, and they asked if any of you had encountered any ghosts before. dominik and rhea each shared a story, but you didn’t have one. you weren’t a sceptic, you just hadn’t experienced anything you would consider paranormal activity.
the five of you followed the tour guide inside, a few camera people following close behind as you stopped in the first room, the sheriffs office.
“you okay?” rhea whispered to you, and you nodded, smiling as you felt dom standing behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“yeah i’m good,” you assured her, as scarlett and shotzi set up their equipment in the centre of the room. they had a few rem pods, which would light up different colours and beep if something got close or touched them, and scarlett had a spiritbox on her phone that allowed spirits to communicate using white noise and radio channels.
“how many spirits are in the room right now?” she asked, and a voice on the radio replied ‘eight’. rhea scratched her shoulder nervously, and leaned into dom’s side, as scarlett and her both repeated the number out loud. another device they had could supposedly answer yes or no questions, and it lit up green, confirming the number.
“is that how many spirits were hung here?” scarlett asked, and over the radio came a short ‘yep.’ dominik laughed nervously, and you felt rhea grab your arm and pull you behind dom, sandwiching you between the two of them, not that you were complaining. it was comforting to have them in either side of you.
“oh man,” dom said, crossing his arms in front of him.
“i know it’s weird right?” scarlet laughed, and you admired how she didn’t seem scared at all.
“i don’t my brains, shot. it’s mush,” dom said, looking at you and rhea. “i’ve never experienced anything like… this is above my pay grade. i don’t know what’s going on.” he scratched the side of his head, trying to find the right words to explain how he was feeling.
“i thought we were wrestlers,” rhea joked, and you all laughed, and you mentally thanked her for being able to lighten the mood.
“yeah, let’s get out of here, i’d much rather take a power bomb right now” you played along, and rhea pretended like she was gonna walk out, grabbing your hand a dragging you a few steps towards the door.
“my eyes keep getting randomly like.. teary,” dom said, rubbing his eyes.
“yeah i keep looking around, thinking i’m seeing shit,” rhea said, glancing around the room, her hand still holding yours. scarlett and shotzi were still using the necrophone app to ask questions, when a chill ran up your spine at the words ‘come here’ on the radio.
“you heard that?” scarlett asked, and you all nodded. “are there any child spirits here?” all of the rem pods went off, lighting up and beeping at the same time, and your chest tightened. you wrapped your arms around dominiks waist, hiding your face in his shoulder as rhea, still holding your hand, was pulled towards you by your actions, and she hugged you from behind.
“i feel very warm,” dom noted, and rhea nodded.
“yeah idk if i’m sweating because i’m nervous, or because this one won’t let go of me,” rhea teased you affectionately.
“sorry,” you mumbled, but she wouldn’t let you out of her grip.
“do you guys want to ask it a question?” scarlett asked the three of you, and you all frowned, staying silent. “you’re good?” she laughed, and it got another laugh out of the room.
“yeah, this is a lot. i heard leave,” dominik suggested, and scarlett and shotzi laughed harder as he pointed to the door, but shotzi agreed that she had heard it too.
“do you want us to leave?” she asked, and the green light lit up meaning yes. you took a deep breath, and dominik made a cross sign over his chest.
“let’s go into another room,” scarlett suggested. “there’s a cold breeze behind me,” she added, and a laugh came over the radio, making shotzi giggle.
“it’s laughing at you.”
the rem pod lit up again, and you all decided it was time to move to a different room, scarlett suggesting the general population area next. as her and shotzi moved the ghost equipment, the camera man stayed with you, dominik, and rhea for a short interview.
“yeah, i mean i’m terrified. but you know… i… someone’s gotta do it,” dominik laughed nervously. “and why not, the double champs and the future, nxt champion?” he said, pointing to the three of you, and referencing your future title opportunity that was coming up.
“exactly,” rhea agreed.
•••
you stood behind dom and rhea next to where the equipment was set up outside one of the jail cells. scarlett held the necrophone in her hand, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you swore you heard a voice behind you.
“did you guys hear that?” you said, and dominik turned to look at you.
“freezing,” scarlett echoed what the voice on the radio say, and rhea wrapped her arms around herself.
“yeah, i just got the shivers,” she said to scarlett.
“what is it?” dom asked you, the only one who had heard you, and it drew the attention of the others. your throat went dry and you swallowed hard.
“i don’t know, i thought i heard someone say something behind me a second ago, just before it got cold in here,” you explained. dominiks arm snakes around your back, pulling you into his side. “you guys didn’t hear anything?” everyone shook their heads, rhea mumbling a soft ‘no’.
“would any spirits like to communicate with us?” scarlett asked, and the device lit up green for yes again. “yes, the spirits would like to communicate with us!” she smiled, and both her and shotzi raised their hands in the air. you admired the positive attitude they managed to keep throughout the night.
“my eyes just got teary again,” dominik said, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his t-shirt.
“are you okay?” rhea asked, placing a hand on his back.
“yeah i’m good,” he laughed.
“is it bringing back memories?” shotzi asked him, referencing the time he had spent in ‘jail’.
“nah, this is just.. different,” he said, and rhea put her arm over his shoulder as he stood between you and her, dom still holding you close to his side. all of the sudden, rhea flinched, scratching her shoulder next to where her mic was clipped to her shirt.
“you okay?” dom asked softly, and rhea laughed nervously.
“thought i felt something touch me,” she replied.
“why do you choose to stay here?” scarlett asked, and over the radio the voice spoke ‘lucifer’.
“lucifer!” shotzi repeated, everyone laughing as dom turned around and pretended to walk out, raising his hands up in surrender.
“there he goes,” the cameraman said, as you pulled dom back to the group.
“you’re not allowed to scare us,” shotzi reprimanded the spirits. “we know you’re not lucifer; you can’t trick us.” rhea hid her face in her hand as she curled into dom’s side, you clinging to his other arm. scarlett was explaining how the necrophone worked to the camera when dom spoke up.
“so, quick question - not to be rude,” scarlet nodded telling him to continue. “so h..how do we know it’s not like a south park episode and there’s like a big dude behind the screen, just like..putting noises or something?” and shotzi laughed.
“well i mean, it is answering our questions pretty good.. so.”
“we’ve gotten very clear photos of faces, where there shouldn’t be anything. we’ve gotten like - figures on our sls camera,” scarlett explained. suddenly you heard another noise behind you, and dom and rhea must have heard it too because they also turned around to look for the source of the sound. your knuckles had turned white from how tightly you were holding onto dominiks hand, and could feel his finger tips digging into your side.
scarlett noticed that the three of you were distracted, and dom and rhea pointed in the direction the noise had come from, and the tour guide had heard it too.
“we heard something,” dom and rhea said at the same time, and the tour guide described it as a growl.
“i don’t know what the hell it was,” you said, your voice trembling.
“you guys are not allowed to touch dom, rhea, or y/n,” scarlett scolded the ghosts. “you’re not allowed to touch any of us.”
“he asked how we do we know there’s not someone behind the scenes, i swear to you i heard a growl and it came right over there,” the tour guide said, pointing behind you. “you all heard it right?”
“yeah, yeah, yeah,” dom repeated nervously, and you and rhea agreed.
“what was that growl? who was growling?” shotzi asked.
“what that the creeper growling?” scarlett asked, getting another laugh out of everyone.
“i don’t know if it was a growl or - it was just like a ‘rahhh’,” dom scratched the back of his neck as he imitated the noise you had heard.
“you heard another noise?” the tour guide asked.
“no no no, when we all heard it just now,” he clarified, and rhea stole you from his grip as she nervously fiddled with her necklaces.
“i just saw something over there,” scarlett said, pointing at where the noise had come from. “there was something over there, what was that? i saw a light go through.”
your were starting to feel a little overwhelmed, and you turned around, closing your eyes and burying your face in the crook of rheas neck, her arms wrapping around you. you instantly felt safer as dominik noticed the two of you, and hugged you both in his arms, gently stroking the back of your head with his tattooed hand.
“are you okay?” rhea asked, and you nodded against her collarbone.
“i just need a minute,” you admitted, and dom squeezed you and rhea tighter.
“you’re okay, we’ve got you,” he mumbled. when you felt like you could breathe again, you mumbled a soft ‘ok’, and they let you out of the cage they had made around you with their arms, but they each still held one of your hands.
•••
shotzi and scarlett were now sitting in one of the cells, and dom and rhea stood outside it. you had taken a step back for a moment, just looking over the shoulder of the camera man. dom seemed nervous as you heard scarlett say to shotzi that there was definitely a ghost in the cell with her, and the offered her hand for him to hold, which he took. suddenly shotzi yelled out in shock, and stood up off the bed.
“what! what just happened. are you okay?” scarlett asked, concerned. “wait wait, are you okay? what happened?”
“i’m fine, i just felt the bed shake,” shotzi said, laughing, and dom and rhea clung to each other.
“oh god.”
“i’m not going over,” rhea laughed, content with staying far away from the cell.
“can you not scare my friend, please?” scarlett asked.
“no, it’s okay, i allow you to touch me,” shotzi offered.
“why would you say you want it to touch you?” scar laughed.
“but respectfully! like don’t hurt me but a little,” she tapped her shoulder to demonstrate.
“i would not like to be touched,” dominik said.
“please do not touch me,” rhea agreed.
“i feel like i’m scared, but i just don’t know what going on, like-“ dom was interrupted by scarlett yelling to him and rhea.
“do you want to come in here with us?”
“nah, i’m cool,” he smiled, and the girls laughed.
the laughter had lightened the mood once again, and you had calmed down, deciding that you were ready to get back on camera. you snuck behind the camera man to head back over to dom and rhea when suddenly, you felt a stinging sensation on for back. dominik smiled as you approached him, but his face dropped when he saw the concerned look on your face.
“what’s wrong, did you hear something?” rhea asked.
“no, i thought i felt something on my back though,” you replied, trying to feel for the spot with your hand.
“want me to look?” dom asked, and you nodded, turning around so he could see if he could see anything. his hands were warm on your skin despite the chill in the room, and he rolled your shirt up slightly, and you heard rhea gasp.
“what? what is it?” you panicked, and went to turn around, but felt her manicured hand touch your back.
“wait wait wait. let me take a picture so i can show you,” she said.
“what the fuck, guys,” dom muttered, and your heart pounded in your chest. dom let you turn around, but his hands remained on your hips as rhea showed you her phone, on it a photo of a scratch on your back, about four inches long.
“what…. how did i get that?” you stuttered, and scarlett and shotzi noticed the commotion and came over.
“what happened?” scarlet asked, concern in her voice as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. your eyes were wide and you couldn’t form words as rhea showed her and shotzi the picture.
“oh my god, how did that happen? guys?” shotzi asked, covering her mouth in shock.
“i don’t know, maybe i bumped into something,” you mumbled, trying to rationalize; it was possible you could have, but wouldn’t you remember it?
“are you okay to keep going?” scarlett asked, and despite the sinking feeling in your stomach, you nodded. dom and rhea clung to either side of you again, and you were grateful that they refused to let go of you. scarlett and shotzi had gone back into the cell, and called for the three of you left outside to come join them.
“come sit with us,” dominik said, and him and rhea pulled you to sit just outside the cell door with them; none of you interested in actually going inside.
“come in, you guys. we’ll scooch over, there’s room for everybody,” shotzi invited.
“i’m good here,” dom said, and the two in the cell continued asking the spirits questions as you rested your head on dom’s shoulder, rhea doing the same to yours.
shotzi offered her hand for the spirit to touch as she and scarlett were talking about the boo bear, another device of theirs that was going off.
“are you sure you’re okay?” rhea whispered next to your ear.
“i think so,” you replied. “or i’m just blocking it out.”
“am i on video?” shotzi repeated what the spirit had said. “yes you are, and we want to tell your story,” she explained, before the radio said dom’s name. you felt his body tense against you, and you and rhea both held onto his hand.
scarlett suggested going to visit the isolation wing, and once again as they went to set up the equipment, the camera man interviewed you, dom, and rhea.
“i’ve never done anything like this, so this is my first time experiencing..like… this sort of like.. energy wise?” dom tried to explain.
“yeah, especially going into it and expecting something,” rhea added.
“yeah like, knowing… there’s just a lot of beeping going on,” dom said, gesturing with his hands. “i don’t know - we heard our names, and then y/n got that weird scratch…”
“can we show the camera?” rhea asked, and you nodded, turning around to let her lift up the bottom of your shirt.
“it got cold before too - and hot,” rhea continued recounting everything that had happened so far.
“yeah i’ve been going through like a mixture, but again, that’s probably just me cause i’m nervous, and scared. so like my body’s probably just fluctuating with all sorts of temperatures,” he raised his hand up and down to demonstrate. “but i don’t know, this is all very interesting, but fun in a very new way.”
“yes,” rhea agreed.
“except the maybe getting scratched by a ghost part,” you added, and they both laughed.
“except for that,” dom clarified.
•••
“to the wardens room!” shotzi exclained as dom went first into your next location, a quick pit stop on the way to isolation. he jumped slightly, getting scared by a coat rack as he turned on the light. you and rhea laughed at him as he held his chest, taking a deep breath as you all walked into the room.
“do you feel the heaviness in here?” scarlett asked.
“wow, it is - woooah. oh my goodness,” shotzi agreed, and you could also feel a weight in the air.
“it is very heavy,” dom said, and rhea expressed how warm it was in the room.
“it’s hard to breathe in here,” shotzi added.
“yeah a bit actually,” rhea replied, and you nodded.
the rem pod in the ground started freaking out, and scarlett asked who was touching it, when a voice over the radio clearly said ‘find my body’.
“where are you?” rhea asked.
“don’t,” dom whispered to rhea, either not wanting her to interact with the ghosts, or not wanting to go looking for a body. she smiled, pulling him close to her as scarlett asked more questions, before she held her forehead, complaining of head pressure.
“yeah my face is tingling,” rhea said, holding either side of her face in her hands.
“my head hurts too,” you agreed.
“if you can touch one of the rem pods we’ll leave this room, scar offered, and a voice on the radio replied with ‘want us to leave’. the rem pod lit up, and scarlett and rhea both mentioned how it had gotten even hotter in the room.
“yeah my foreheads a little hot,” dom replied, rhea once again resting her head in his shoulder.
“i just got cold; it’s like a total fluctuation,” the camera man added.
“i think we should try downstairs,” scarlett suggested, and you all moved to solitary confinement. you tugged on dominiks hand and gave him a look that thankfully he understood.
“we’ll let you guys handle business, ya know?” dom said, getting the message that you had had enough.
a brief stop in the women’s wing had left you and dom standing outside a cell while rhea sat inside.
“are you sitting next to rhea?” shotzi asked.
“are you on the bed?” rhea asked when no reply came. a voice said ‘move’, and rhea asked if it wanted her to get if the bed, to which it replied ‘do’. rhea raised her hands in surrender and you leaned against the wall, letting your eyes close as your head fell back. as much as you had surprisingly enjoyed yourself, you were just about at your limit for being scared for one night.
“fam, ima listen to you,” rhea clapped her hands together as she stood up, more than happy to get out of the cell. “you call the shots; it’s your bed, bruh.”
scarlett complained of a smell that the tour guide explained was sulphur, and shotzi mentioned that sulphur meant demons.
“yeah, i’m gonna go outside,” dom joked, getting another laugh out of everyone. “yeah that’s uh... that’s where your boy dom.. dirty dom-“ he stopped when you, him, and rhea all heard a noise coming from a cell down the hall behind you.
“i heard that too,” she assured him, and you nodded.
“right?” dom asked. “is there anyone over there?” he asked, pointing the the direction the sound had come from.
“no, we’re all in here,” the tour guide replied.
“i just heard footsteps,” dom said, as him and rhea tried to see if anything was over there.
“dom has crazy hearing,” shotzi commented, before over the radio a voice said ‘she’s coming’.
you stepped away again, dominik following after you as you stepped out of view of the camera.
“are you okay?” he asked, and you nodded. “you can tell me the truth.”
“it’s just a lot,” you admitted, and pulled you into a hug. rhea looked over, concern in her face, but dom gave her a thumbs up to let her know you were alright.
“we’re leaving soon. i think i’ve had enough for one night, too,” he said kissing the side of your head before the two of you walked back over to rhea. she held your face gently in her hands and you nodded to let her know you were ok.
you were pretty checked out by this point, blocking most of the sounds out as scarlett’s phone starting acting wierd, and her and shotzi talked to a spirit in the solitary confinement cell.
“we can watch a movie or something fun when we get back to the hotel, okay?” rhea suggested, holding your hand once again. you nodded, still not completely present. “maybe paranormal activity?” she joked, and you focused on her again, slapping her shoulder lightly as her and dom laughed. “kidding!” she pleaded. she got a wierd look on her face, and dom stood in front of her.
“what is it?” he asked.
“i had like -“ she gestured to her neck with her hand. “my throat got like.. clogged. and then it got really warm and then like rushed to my head. it freaked me out,” she explained.
the five of you decided that that was enough ghost hunting, and shotzi and scarlet gathered their equipment while you stood with dom and rhea as they filmed an outro.
“yeah i’m ready to get out,” dom said, and rhea laughed nervously, muttering a soft ‘please’.
“you wanna use that big light of yours and guide us out of here? good sir, please and thank you?”
you filmed another short outro all together outside the jail, before the three of you said goodnight to shotzi and scarlett and the crew, thanking them for having you on their show. an uber had arrived to take you back to your hotel, and the three of you sat in the backseat, you in the middle as you curled into dominiks side, happy to have made it out in one piece, and ready to go to bed.
•••
rhea shook you awake as you pulled up the hotel, and you rubbed your eyes as you sat up. dominik had also fallen asleep, his head resting on top of yours, and he sat up at the feeling of you moving.
“we’re here, sleepyheads,” rhea laughed, and you all got out and headed up to the hotel room you were sharing. you kicked off your shoes, and got changed into your pyjamas, before immediately getting under the covers, pulling them high up under your chin. rhea laughed at you, before she sat down on the other bed.
“guys?” you said softly.
“yeah?” dom replied, taking off his t-shirt, leaving him in a black tank top, his gold chain reflecting in the low light from the lamp on the nightstand.
“can you come here?” you asked, and they both laughed, rhea jumping on top of you and pulling you into her arms. dominik laid on the other side of you, and you became trapped between them.
“if i have nightmares tonight i’m blaming shotzi and scarlett,” you said.
“don’t worry. we’ll protect you,” rhea promised, getting under the blankets, her legs tangling with yours and dominiks, becoming a mess of limbs.
“goodnight you guys,” dom mumbled, already half asleep as he kissed the side of your head, reaching out and entwining his hand with rheas.
“goodnight,” you murmured, before drifting off to sleep, safe in the arms of your two favourite people.
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ripleylove · 6 months ago
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Sole's masterlist 🔮
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☆ Rhea ripley
Whatever happens.
rhea being absent in your relationship was taking a toll on you,but,you didn't want her to leave
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Better judgement.
during a hot day of August,you discover you were just another option for Rhea.
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In the safety of your arms.
being a new wrestler is hard,but trying to not fall for Rhea is harder.
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The calm before the storm.
a gentle breeze and a calm morning introduced the calm before the storm. But Rhea is always here for you,in bad and good situations.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
An unexpected announcement.
announcing you and Rhea being parents wasn't something you could do commonly,so you decided to tease them a bit.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
I need just you and nobody else.
while going to the bathroom during raw,a lot of interviewers started to bother you,and you get really upset and overstimulated,but Rhea is always here for you.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
you have nothing to worry about as long as I'm with you.
during the way to meet Rhea's family to tell them you're getting married,you started to get a bit worried,but Rhea is quick to calm you down.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
little spoon/big spoon headcanons; Rhea Ripley.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Drunk in love.
you were exausted after a night out at the club,and your girlfriend Rhea is here to help you.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
We're in this together.
even when you're feeling low,Rhea is here for you.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
You're okay, sweetheart.
at one of Damian's parties,you get really overwhelmed by the loud music and the screams,so Rhea is here to comfort you.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Just the way you are.
while your friend Rhea bought you to your first wrestling show,something goes wrong. But,as always, Rhea handles it her way,secretly receiving a kiss from you
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Daring woman
Rhea, even after a long period of getting to know each other,still didn't open her heart to you,her old and indifferent behaviour taking the best of her,but you still fought for her.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Break of dawn.
you and Rhea were friends with benefits,but you wanted more.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Dating Rhea headcanons.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Sfw alphabet ; Rhea Ripley.
☆ The judgment day.
The light of the group.
Shayna decides to make you feel insecure, but Rhea,Dom,Damian and Finn are here to tell you otherwise.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
The light of the group part 2.
your love for stuffies and candies is immense, and the judgement day always offered to buy some more if you didn't have any.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Passion.
you passion for fashion amazed the judgment day in ways that you can't even imagine.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋
Sunshine.
Damian,Rhea,Finn and Dominik couldn't live without you,and their little gestures demonstrated it.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Hard Mission
after Damian banned candies,you had to invent any way to eat at least of sweetness. (including hiding a jolly rancher in your bra.)
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Say Something.
being ignored by your four partners for sure wasn't great,but the last thing that made your bottled emotions free was the fact that they decided to ditch the date you have been planning since many weeks,and this really made you feel furious.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
☆ Dominik Mysterio.
mami,tu eres solo mia.
even while doing an interview, Dominik always defends you,no one disrespects his mami.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
Safe in my embrace.
With Liv pulling her usual stunts,you finally had enough of her uncomfortable advances to Dominik,and you decided to teach her a lesson to protect your boyfriend.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
The only reason I smile.
after hearing the bad comments about himself even after winning the intercontinental championship,Dominik got really upset,but you,his tag team partner and his girlfriend,decided to cheer him up.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
☆ Santos escobar
Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.
seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
☆ Jey Uso
Show me.
after Jey announced your relationship to the wwe universe,people started to give you mean comments,and Jey's here to show you that you're his one and only love.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
You rock my world.
As Jey and his twin brother Jimmy were eating at a Chinese restaurant,in front of them passed a beautiful girl,that Jey instantly took a liking on.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
☆ the Usos
Double the Trouble
after the twins won the tag team belt,you congratulated jey,and jimmy decided to join on the fun.
⋆ ˚。⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭
☆ Solo Sikoa
Show all my love for you.
while waiting for your beloved birthday,a confession to your best friend Solo completely change the way you see each other.
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toriluvsnickwayne · 4 months ago
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Man why do they decide to put out Damian’s documentary after the judgement day breaks up now I’m over here crying after Dom said we’re like one big happy family.
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daddyhausen · 1 year ago
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Hey girly, I was wondering if you can do dialogue prompt 62 with dominik mysterio? Maybe where he like misses something important or like an important day like your anniversary and then just shows up at 3 am 🥺
• missed call — dominik mysterio •
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{ summary } — after forgetting your two year anniversary, dominik tries to make it up to you by showing up to your house at three am
{ warnings } — none
{ word count } — 601
{ pairing } — fem!reader x dominik mysterio
{ genre } — fluff
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{ 62 } — “it’s three am. What are you doing?”
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you couldn’t sleep
thoughts racing over and over in your mind
like a car whose brakes had been cut
the turmoil was never ending
your mind in shambles trying to process exactly why he did not show at the restaurant this evening
it was your two year anniversary
something you were certain dominik would not forget
yet here you were
in your bed, all by your lonesome
tears stained your pillowcase
a salty film clung to your cheeks in trails where your tears had dried up
only breaking the silence that consumed the room with a sniffle or a choked sob
your phone continued to buzz on your nightstand
knowing it was him yet choosing to ignore it
whatever his excuse was you did not want to hear it
at least not right now
another twenty minutes it continues
the soft vibration only irked you, disturbing whatever little slumber you could achieve before silencing for the night
somehow the silence made your attempts at sleep futile
it made you focus on the thoughts you’d been pushing back since you’d left the restaurant
thoughts that you certainly did not want to reminisce on now
little taps could be heard from your window
little pebbles rapped against the glass in an attempt to gain your attention
it did
climbing out from beneath the covers, letting the winter air freeze your bones as you wrapped a throw blanket around your body
you peered through the glass
seeing dominik standing below
the only warmth shielding him from the frozen air was his denim vest
the material worn and fraying, it did very little to help
you opened the window, staring down at him with a mix of worry and disdain
“it’s three am, what are you doing?”
you replied coldly, feeling only a shred of sympathy for him amongst noticing the slight chatter of his teeth
“i’ll explain everything, just let me inside…please?”
his eyes were glossy
as if he’d been crying just the same as you
you gulped down a sob, practically rushing to unlock the door
you did not want to see him freeze
you opened the door, noticing he’d already made his way to your front porch
yet you kept your distance
despite the pleading look in his eyes
arms wanting to outstretch and hold you close
yet he refrained
“how could you forget?”
you pressured him for answers, feeling the tears well in your eyes once more
not allowing him to make himself comfortable inside your home
“baby, i didn’t forget-“
“then where were you?” you accused.
“do you know how embarrassing it was for me? sitting there all by myself waiting for you for hours, people starting to stare-“
“baby please” he outstretched his arms, he grabbed you by the shoulders to try and jostle you from your own ramblings
“i’m so sorry i didn’t show up, they kept me back at work. i tried to call you but my phone died”
you remained silent for the moment, still trying to process his words
“you’re so special to me, i’d never forget our anniversary.”
he cupped your cheek daintily, you could not help but lean into his palm with a heavy sigh
“how could i ever make it up to you, love?”
you contemplated for a moment whether or not you should kick him out into the cold again
but his words seemed genuine
how he silently pleaded with you to forgive
“just stay here and hold me”
he gave a small sigh of relief
engulfing you into his embrace
his palm smoothing your hair
“anything for you, my love”
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kyleoreillylover · 1 year ago
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𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader
Summary: You lose your NXT Women’s title, and Rhea and Dom are here to pick up the pieces.
Warnings: Cursing, typical wrestling violence, anger, etc.
Word Count: 3,138
A/N: We all saw what happened on Raw, so I just wrote this as a lil comfort fic for myself. Hope you enjoy!
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You shut your eyes as you held your side, trying to block out the sound of Becky Lynch’s music playing in the air, trying to ignore her standing over you, a smirk on her face as she held your title. That was yours! You were so close to winning, so close to putting Becky away and making her eat her words that she’d been spewing for the past few weeks, make her regret her stupidity by making this match an Extreme Rules match.
Just a couple minutes ago, both of you were fighting, and you wee bruised and beaten, blood gushing from your face. Becky wasn’t doing much better, her arm bleeding and her elbow was fractured early through the match when you hit it with a crowbar. You were fighting in the crowd, beating the absolute hell put of each other with kendo sticks and anything you can get your hands on.
You tried to fling the kendo stick at her again, but she dodged it, and it clattered onto the floor. Your eyes widened at the angry look she was giving you; like this was the beginning of the end and you knew if you wanted any chance at winning you needed to stay away from her direct line of fire.
You bolted down the stairs, taunting her to follow you and she gave into the bait, hurrying right behind you as the crowd got louder with anticipation, wanting her to beat your ass.
You rolled into the ring, maneuvering over the chairs sprawled out but you didn’t get very far because she punched you from behind, taking you down with hit after hit after hit, her anger consuming her as she beat you into the canvas. You laid there limp, your mind hazy until she got you to your feet, trying to set you up for the manhandle slam.
You panicked, pushing her away and kicking at her elbow to make some room between the two of you. She fell to the floor, yelling out in pain. You spotted your title next to you, still in the ring from when you tried to hit her with it before. You saw Becky starting to get up, and you knew it was now or never.
You slammed the title against her face the minute she stood up, following that up with a ddt on the chairs. She was knocked out, and you smirked as you went on top of her for the cover, ready to finally prove to her that you were the better women.
“1... 2... 3-” The ref was about to slam the mat for the three count when you felt yourself getting dragged out the ring. Your groaned when your body hit the floor hard, but anger overtook the pain. You had her beat!! Who the fuck did that?!
You got your answer when you looked up and saw no one other than Tiffany Stratton standing over you, a smirk on her face as she stared you down. “That is supposed to be my title!” She screamed at you, her high pitched voice grating on your ears. “It was supposed to be Me vs you! But you chose Becky, and now you’re gonna pay bitch.”
You stood up, making your way to her with the nastiest glare she’d ever seen on your face. “Don’t blame me because your an untalented blonde bitch who can’t wrestle to save her life!” Tiffany took a step back but it was too late, you punched the taste out of her mouth. She fell to the floor, clutching her cheek as she tried to get away from you. Clearly she didn’t think this through.
“Now you’re gonna pay, bitch!” You yelled at her, enjoying the look of fear on her face as you stalked her. She bolted for the ring, and you chased after her.
You were right on her heels, running into the ring determined to beat her plastic face in when you ran right into a steel chair striking you square in the face, sending a jolt of pain surging through your skull.
Your vision blurred for a moment as you stumbled backward, clutching your throbbing cheek. Becky had a wicked smirk on her face as you collapsed to the floor, the taste of blood lingering in your mouth. You had no strength left to defend yourself as she hit you on the head, in the ribs, anywhere she could get the chair on you, over and over again. Eventually she lifted you up, hitting the manhandle slam on you onto of the steel chairs.
You groaned when your back made contact with the chairs, barely able to see through the haze of pain as Becky covered you for the three-count, the cheers and boos of the crowd sounding like a distant echo. The referee's hand slapped the mat, and your heart dropped when you heard the bell ring.
You lost. Everything you've worked so hard for, everything you've wanted for so long, slipped through your hands in three seconds.
Three. Fucking. Seconds. The number repeated in your head over and over again as you left the ring, storming backstage. It's where Dominik found you, pushing past wrestlers and crew members yelling at the ones who gave you pitying looks. "What are you looking at?" You screamed at a screen tech, who froze in fear as you pushed past him.
"Baby!" He yelled, trying to get your attention. You heard him but you didn't turn to him, you couldn't bear to look at him and the look of disappointment and anger he would be wearing on his face. Why wouldn't he be disappointed in you? You just lost in the fucking main event to one of your biggest enemies, and now your title is in her dirty little hands. He was probably disgusted with you right now. And Rhea. God, Rhea was probably repulsed by you right now. You ignored him calling you and quickly made your way to the Judgment Day locker room.
Your fists clenched, and you threw anything within reach—chairs, bags, water bottles—across the room, all while cursing loudly. The sound of your frustration reverberated off the walls, and the locker room atmosphere grew tense. "Fuck!" you shouted, sending a chair flying across the locker room. "This should have been mine! I had her!"
"Mi vida, it's okay! You did your best," Dom finally found you and walked in, trying to console you, his voice gentle, but you whirled around, your eyes blazing with anger. "Okay?! Did you see what just happened out there? I lost! I let everyone down!" Your voice trembled with frustration and regret.
"You didn't let anyone down, mi amor! Especially not me!-"
"Stop lying Dom!" You spat at him, throwing another bag at the wall. "I fucked up, now you and Rhea can go leave me now that I don't have a title. So stop acting like you care!"
Dominik walked closer to you, eyebrows furrowed at your words. "I'm not fucking lying! I don't know who the hell told you this shit, but Rhea and I would never leave you, title or no title." He grabbed your hand before you could throw another bag, ignoring your glare and wrapping his arms around you. "Let go, Dominik!"
"You need to calm down, mi corazon!"
"You should listen to him." The two of you stopped arguing and looked in the direction of the voice. JD Mcdonagh was standing in front of the door, giving the both of you a wry smile.
"Excuse me?!" You asked him with a scowl. Who gave him the audacity to interrupt a clearly private moment between you and Dom?? Dominik tightened his arm around you, giving you a warning glance that you ignored. JD was either oblivious to your attitude to chose to ignore it, acting like he heard nothing from you.
"What do you want JD? We're busy here." Dominik asked with an exasperated sigh.
"I saw what happened out there love."
"So did thousands of fans here and at home. What's. Your. Point." You questioned him, your piercing stare making JD falter for a second before he continued again, and Dominik prayed he didn't say anything stupid. JD already had Priest almost beat him up, he didn't wanna add you to the list.
“I just wanted to tell you have nothing to be ashamed of, honestly." He walked closer to you, a sympathetic look on his face. "And that it's okay, everyone loses sometimes. Some more than others, but not everyone is good enough to win all the time," he said, and Dom facepalmed internally. He might've been Finn's friend, but god was he dumb as shit. Dominik knew this wouldn't end well.
You went silent for a moment, narrowing your eyes at him and removing yourself from Dominik so he didn't get hurt before you hurled a table across the room and advanced on JD, shoving him against the wall.
J.D. tried to stutter out an apology, but your angry glare cut him off. "Mind your own business!" you spat, your voice dripping with venom. "Stop getting in my business! Stop acting like you're a part of Judgment Day! You never will be, you short piece of—"
“Baby, calm down!” Dom stopped you, trying to hold you back before you killed JD. "Calm down, amor.” Dom urged, his voice soft but firm.
You glared at JD for a moment longer before finally letting him go and taking a deep breath, your anger wavering and the sadness you had been trying to ignore consuming your mind. Dom noticed the change in your demeanor and gently put his hand on your face, his fingers grazing your cheek. You looked up at him, and for a moment, all the anger and frustration melted away as you met Dominik's caring gaze. He wiped away a tear that had escaped your eye and whispered, "It's gonna be okay, mi vida. We're here for you, no matter what."
But you turned away, unable to accept his comfort just yet. You didn't deserve it. "I don't want to hear it, Dom," you muttered, your voice choked with disappointment. "I lost. That's all there is to it."
Dominik sighed, his heart aching for you. He knew you were taking this loss hard, and there was nothing he could say to make it better. But he couldn't stand seeing you like this. "I'm proud of you, you know," he said softly, his hand gently turning your face back toward him.
You shook your head, tears threatening to spill over again. "Don't, Dom. Please."
He gave you a disappointed sigh, but he didn't push you any further. "Come on, I'll wait out here, you grab your stuff and we'll go," he said, wanting to do nothing more than wrap you in his arms and take all your sadness away from you. You nodded, and he made his way out of the room while you got your stuff. He quickly pulled out his phone, texting Rhea, who was back at the hotel.
Rhea&lt;3 Were gonna be at the hotel soon, mami. How bad is it, baby? I saw it on the TV. She didn't look okay. It's bad. She's not doing too good. Physically or mentally?
Both, but mostly mentally. I've never seen here like this. She's about to come out the locker room, see you later mami. I'm gonna kill both of those stupid pricks for hurting her. Drive safe, baby <3
You slid out the room, your bag in hand and a look Dominik couldn't read on your face. "You ready?" He asked, grabbing your bag from you. You nodded, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the room.
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The drive was mostly silent, with you staring out the window, lost in your thoughts, and Dom stealing worried glances at you.
When you finally arrived at the hotel, you both entered the elevator in silence. You felt Dominiks stare burning a whole through your skin, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. You felt like you had let everyone down, especially Rhea. She had been your biggest supporter, and now you had lost the title she had helped you fight for.
The elevator doors opened, and you both made your way to your room. You hesitated for a moment in front of the door, not sure how to face Rhea. But Dom encouraged you to go in first, his hand on the small of your back leading you into the room. As you entered the hotel room, you were met with the sight of Rhea sitting on the couch, her eyes filled with worry. "Baby, are you okay?" Rhea rushed up to you, concern etched on her face. She reached out to check on your injuries, but you pulled away, unable to meet her eyes.
"Leave me alone, Rhea," you muttered, heading toward the bedroom, trying to avoid her touch and gaze. You were sure she was disappointed in you, and it hurt too much to face it.
Rhea followed you, eyes never leaving you as you avoided her gaze, "I know you're probably hating me right now," you muttered, your voice trembling. "You and Dom must be so disappointed. Just break up with me already; I know you want to."
Rhea's face fell, and she motioned for you to sit next to her. You hesitated but eventually sat down when she gave you the look that meant she wasn't playing around. She pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you tightly. She examined the bruises on your face, her fingers gently tracing the marks. "That's not true," she whispered, her voice filled with a softness that few people heard her speak with. "I could never hate you, and we could never leave you, not for something like this. I love you, and I always will."
"I lost, Rhea. I lost the title," you mumbled against her skin, feeling defeated.
Rhea tilted your chin up, forcing you to look into her eyes. "And you'll win it back. I'm not mad at you, love. You did your best. It took two of those bitches to put you down." She stroked your cheek, her anger rising looking at the bruises on your beautiful skin. " I'm angry at Becky and Tiffany, and I promise you, I'll deal with them. But I couldn't never be mad at you, baby."
"But I-"
"No buts." Rhea cut you off, giving you a serious look and tightened her grip around you. "It's not your fucking fault, you hear me?" You nodded, but she shook her head at your action. "I need to hear words, love."
"It's...not my fault." Rhea knew you were still hurting and trying your best, so she didn't push you for more. She gave you a kiss on the cheek and glanced over at Dominik. The two shared a look, communicating without a word. Dominik quickly got up to your side and helped you up. "C'mon hermosa, you'll feel better with a bath. You wanna walk or you want me to carry you?" You didn't say anything, just walked into his arms, making the both of them chuckle as Dominik carried you to the bathroom, his strong arms making you feel safe.
He filled the tub with warm water and returned to help you undress, gently tending to your wounds and bruises. The warm water eased the pain, and you let out a sigh of relief as you sat down. As you soaked in the warm water, Dominik joined you, sitting behind you and gently massaging your shoulders to help ease the tension in your body.
Dominik carried you to the bed afterward, making sure you were comfortable. Rhea joined you on the bed, her fingers expertly massaging your tense muscles. You closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly melt away under her touch.
"Go to sleep love. We'll be here when you wake up." Rhea whispered to you, stroking your back. You hummed back as answer, and Dominik smiled at your tired state and kissed your forehead. You smiled at the gesture and relaxed into Rhea's arms as you slowly went to sleep.
Rhea gently brought you into the covers, trying to not wake you as she tucked you into the bed. She made sure you were completely asleep before turning to Dominik, her voice changing from sweet to threatening. "I am going to kill Priest."
"Mami..."
"Don't mami me. Your injured. Finn's injured. He was supposed to be there for her. I told him to have her back, and he failed." Rhea hissed out, standing up and clenching her fists. She gave him one job, and he couldn't even do it. Didn't even show up. How pathetic.
Dom was quick to sit Rhea back down, trying to calm her anger down. "I know you're mad mami, I'm pissed off too. He left her hanging."
Dom held his hands out, and Rhea immediately slipped her hands in his slightly larger ones. He brought them to his lips and kissed them, relishing in the small smile Rhea gave him. "I know you want to deal with him, but please, for her sake... wait until Raw." 
Rhea sighed, looking away and biting her lip in thought. Dom grabbed her face, gently turning her back to him, meeting her eyes.
She gave him a resigned look and nodded at him. "Fine. You're right, Dom Dom. I don't want to overwhelm her." She turned to you, staring at you sleeping peacefully, looking like every bit of the angel that you are. "But Monday, I'm putting him in his place, and you can't stop me. Got that?" Dom nodded, knowing he couldn't fight her on this even if he tried. Once she wanted to do something, she'd do it no matter what.
"You can deal with him, but you need to get some sleep first, mami." She nodded at him, getting up and going to the bathroom to change into her pajamas. She came back to the sight of Dominik already in his pajamas, sleeping soundly and cuddling into you. She smiled at the both of you before slipping into the bed as well onto your other side. She laughed when you immediately pulled her into you, Dominik stretching out his long legs and throwing it around both of your waists. She cuddled up to you as well, stroking your cheek as she watched the rise and fall of your chest.
Her anger rose as she looked over your bruises and your face swelling at all the hits you took. She forced herself to calm down for you and Dom, grounding herself by caressing your skin. She'd let sleep overtake her later, but as she looked at you, she promised herself one thing.
Everyone who hurt you was gonna pay.
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cosmicflw3rr · 7 months ago
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omgomg can u write singer!r x dom hcs? 😵‍💫
dominik x singer! reader headcanons.
a/n: I’ve never done headcanons before so idrk if this is accurate😭 lmk how I did
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- dom is SUPER supportive like there’s no way he’s not.
- he loves all your songs but has a playlist for his favorites.
- always makes it to your concerts when he doesn’t have shows raw or press to do.
- he'd repost all your concerts/performances on his story.
- is legit MESMERIZED by your voice.
- he doesn’t let you give yourself a hard time when you’re having trouble writing songs.
- he’s always there to help you. hanging out at your apartment, over facetime,anytime. he’ll help you brainstorm lyrics.
- goes crazy finding out some of your songs are made about him.
- loves that you’re fanbase is so positive and supportive.
- he’s always amazed by the amount of people at your concerts.
- if you’re nervous before going onstage and he’s there, he’ll comfort you.
- “you’ll do perfect out there amor, you always do.”
- either stands backstage, or in the vip section to watch you.
- him watching you sing and preform is the literal human version of ‘😍’
- you going to monday night raw, or ppv’s he’s in.
- surprising him at his shows when you get the chance.
- “I thought you were busy?” “never too busy to come see you.”
- him blowing you kisses from the ring during his matches, or when he’s ringside.
- the rest of the judgement day absolutely love your music.
- whenever dom goes to your concerts they beg to come with.
- btw they’re the ultimate hype ppl.
- if you're in a band, he loves your bandmates and they all love him, they all get along really well together.
- always watching your concerts no matter where he is in the world or what time it is.
- gives you ALL the reassurance when you’re upset.
- he always wants to come to the studio with you, which some of the time you decline because when you two do get the chance to be at home together you just wanna enjoy your time together,
- having to reassure you about the long distance thing, but you two make it work.
- showing him your music before releasing it. he loves it ofc 🤗
- one of his favorite artist is peso pluma.
-with a few strings being pulled, thanks to your manager, you were able to get dom and peso to meet.
- “babe tell me your lying.” he says with his mouth dropped, seeing you stand next to peso pluma as you laughed softly.
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m0shpitpup · 10 months ago
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clarity
implied child abuse and brief mentions of rey hitting dom
rhea x dom
before dominik had found himself within the safe haven he’d come to know as his family, and as the judgment day, it was safe to say he’d been loyal. loyal to the ones who had hurt him the most, in the most humiliating of circumstances. loyal to the evil in the world, in hopes it would see his willingness to bend to its will. loyal to the very core of his broken, battered little heart and his aching ribs. he was loyal to the man who created him from his own blood, his own doing. loyal to the man who made him feel like he was the size of an ant, looking on at the rest of the world, hiding in its hill to avoid the scorching of the hot midday sun.
without fail, he’d be waiting outside rey’s bedroom door after every fight they’d have. no matter how badly his ribs ached and the air he sucked in wheezed painfully through his lungs, he’d trudge himself to rey’s door every time. after all, he’d never known any different. this was what it was supposed to feel like, wasn’t it? it was supposed to be something you had to work for. love didn’t come for free, he learned that early on in his life. he knew he had to make rey proud. had to swallow his own dignity just to make rey look better, let everyone know /he/ was the hero and dominik was the dumbass kid that needed his daddy to come save him once more.
was it even a fight if the other person only cowered into themselves and took it?
through every fist thrown in dom’s direction, he’d only wrap his arms around himself and watch. he’d watch rey repeat the same routine, never once questioning why all of it was directed toward him and him only. he’d never ask why, only apologize and promise to do better. he’d watch in both fear and anticipation of what rey would do, and what he wished he would do instead. oh, how tiring it was to wait for an ‘i love you’ to even be uttered in his direction. taking an endless beating both mentally and physically every other friday, reminding dominik he would /never live up to rey’s legacy/.
so, it was safe to say dom had been loyal up until rey no longer wanted him around. whether the man would admit it or not, dom could see the way rey looked at him. he could see the true malice of rey’s intentions only when another person had told him how abnormal it was for a father to treat their son in such a way. even then, the stinging truth of the matter didn’t come to him as quickly as he’d like to admit. it came to him in a locker room after a particularly tough match, devilish eyes and gelled black hair that was slowly disheveling through sweat and what dominik had determined was dirt from hitting the floor.
it came to him with an aggressive hand grabbing the nape of his neck, thick australian accent somehow perfectly dancing the line of booming and whispering soothingly. realization came to him when the tank of a woman known as rhea ripley simply wiped his face with a kleenex she’d had inside her purse. no insults, no words along the lines of “boys don’t cry”, and no mention of being rey mysterio’s son.
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“you’re just a boy, you’re no man,” rhea whispers one night six months down the road as she cards sharp nails through dominik’s hair. “to no fault of your own, of course. rey wouldn’t let you be a man, but mami’s here to fix that, isn’t she?” she hums, her hold on the boy tightening instinctively when she feels him murmur something in agreement.
“mhm, yeah, mami’s gonna help..” he mumbles, his face pressing into her chest as she continues to pet him. though he was barely awake, barely coherent, he knew his mami would never steer him wrong in this cruel shit hole he’d come to recognize as planet earth.
in the entire six months dominik had known rhea, she’d never once steered him into the wrong direction. never broken him down into her hands like rey so often did. she only built him up, only licked his wounds and praised him for how hard he’d tried. so, who was he to question her? why would he question the woman who brought him safety and peace in the middle of the night when his entire world crashed down.
so, he had no reason to question the domineering woman who had completely destroyed every bad memory he’d ever had and replaced it with a warm, fresh, still burning one.
despite his fading awareness in favor of just sleeping it off, he perked his head up from the warm confines of rhea’s tattooed chest. big, doe eyes and thick lashes blinking up at her in adoration. he’d tried to just ignore it for as long as he could. he knew disturbing his family at night wouldn’t be the best move, as he’d learned the hard way with rey.
rhea knowingly sighed, dom’s bothersome thought metaphorically creating a giant storm cloud above his tired little head. “i can practically hear your thought process, babe.” she chuckles quietly, fingers scratching under his chin in that sickeningly sweet way she done so often at night in bed and in front of thousands within the arenas they often performed in.
“oh- uh- mami, can we turn the tv on? i don’t really like the dark anymore. bad things happen in the dark, ‘n i think they’ll go away if i can see you better..” he murmurs quietly, fingers twisting and tugging at themselves nervously as he ducks his head and awaits his answer of rejection.
rhea has to bite back a smile at his nervousness, finding amusement in her sweet boy in the calm of the upcoming storm. though she knows this question stems so much deeper than just a silly fear of the dark. dominik had told her many sleepless nights ago what happened in the dark at home, and she’d be lying if she said she could ever forget the way it stung deep down into her soul when he’d first spilled out into tears over a particularly dark and cloudy night.
“baby, we can watch whatever you want. we don’t even have to go to bed yet if you’re feeling up for some tv tonight.” she nudges his side, prodding and tickling at chubby hips until he can’t help but giggle into her shoulder.
‘mission accomplished’ she thinks, relishing in his soft and sweet giggle as she pulls him impossibly closer until he’s all but completely on top of her in a koala-on-a-tree-like fashion. used to this position, she skillfully turns the television on.
“what are we feeling tonight, sweet boy?” she hums, chuckling as dom only hums into her neck in response. she couldn’t deny how much she loved the moments where he relied on her for his everyday, mundane decisions. it was a feeling of trust shared between the pair that neither had never experienced before and will never experience again.
after what felt like an hour of scrolling (it was only five minutes, but dominik was still learning to be patient), he peered up at rhea through the fluffy fringe sweeping across his forehead with insightful eyes.
“can we watch south park?” he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips parted beautifully and eyes big and wet as ever. as if rhea would deny him anyway.
“you could’ve just said that,” she giggles, shaking her head in fondness as her mouth purses into a smile wider than she could’ve fathomed just a few months ago. she stops to take his expression in though, holding back what could be deemed as ‘cuteness aggression’ as she studies his face. “while i can’t deny how utterly fucking adorable that face is, you know damn well i ain’t ever gonna tell you no.”
“even if i want the world?”
“then we’ll steal the world together. even the moon, if you want.”
and that’s exactly what she had planned to do. steal the world for dominik, rearrange the stars in a pattern he specifically created just for her to make.
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