#Work Rights NZ

[iclegalnz]

Can You Work on a New Zealand Visitor Visa? Rules and Restrictions Explained

Thinking of working on a New Zealand Visitor Visa? Understand the legal restrictions, risks of unauthorized employment, and alternative visa options. Stay informed and avoid immigration issues. Read our in-depth guide to ensure a hassle-free visit to New Zealand!

[rachymarie]

We need laws in NZ protecting us from getting those pesky marketing emails we didn't consent to: marketing list, cart reminder, whatever other bullshit they can think of. It's not "converting the sale", it's just turning me into the Incredibly Angry Hulk lol.

And often there is no way to unsubscribe. Grr.

Might do that thing that was suggested in a YouTube video once and make a rule to send all emails that say unsubscribe to a separate folder to be dealt with when spoons.

I even got this super creepy one from a site saying they saw I was browsing and am I still interested in X + Y item - i got the major ick + basically vowed never to buy from them again lol. Plus they cost too much for quality control worse than dropshippers/AliExpress etc.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i just started a new puzzle magazine this afternoon of 'suguru' something i hadn't tried before

i'm 25% of the way done with this

i've done almost 40 puzzles this afternoon/evening

would recommend suguru

[disconnectedkat]

Watching america's politics is a horror show but at least the memes are fun.

Gotta say though, a lot of young progressives look like they haven't learned anything since 2016.

"I'm not voting for the democrat, they're not good enough for me!" The communities whose rights are on the line will surely be comforted by your morals.

"What about Palestine?!" - Maybe worry about your own country becoming a fascist state first?

"But Harris was a cop! I heard she did Bad Things!" You heard right-wing bullshit disguised as left-wing bullshit and gobbled it. Self-defeating nonsense.

ETA: I'm from NZ and we recently did this 'teach them a lesson by not voting Labour because they're not good enough' strat and big shocker it didn't work. Everything's worse now.

[unsentimentaltranslator]

But what if the mentor of my archrival who won the affections of the man-written-by-a-woman whom I was also crushing on puts a ghostrider on my flight? I mean, yeah, I can bash her face into a loaf of bread but I’d still be fired.

every white woman should be a kleptomaniac, U have a gift dont waste it

[immigrationz]

Post-Study Work Visa in New Zealand: A Pathway to Career Opportunities

Discover the advantages of the Post-Study Work Visa in New Zealand, which allows international students to extend their stay.

[xclowniex]

I'm an antizionist and I fully agree with the fact that the homeless vet on the street is still a soldier lol. And if you're talking about being a us army vet then he 100% deserves to get kidnapped or killed or whatever else may happen to Israeli reservists at the hands of the Palestinian resistance. Death to America etc etc

In the US, there is a system which funnels high-schoolers into the military. The lack of affordable higher education as well as predatory recruiters contributes to the rate of new recruits into the military. So people who fall prey to this system deserve to die?

Like going off of NZ for a sec as I don't know everything about the US, but a lot of recruits who joined like 2019 and later, are leaving the military as it's not what they'd though it would be. Like I've witnessed a huge influx come through my work looking for a new job, I would not be surprised if it was similar in the US.

And this is ignoring all the homeless vets who in the past were drafted in without a choice due to various wars.

But I guess your unplanned blorbo revolution is the right way to do things rather than improve systems for everyone right? Murdering people en masse bad unless it's people you don't like? Hmm sounds to me like fascism

[magicalbuttertarts]

Smut prompt #18 with Roman Reigns x female/wrestler reader. Can you please use his real name.

Reader is wearing Joe's OTC t shirt and nothing else

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Use of his real name, Joe. Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Doggy style. Squirting. Cum eating. A hint of choking.

Requested by @miss-kuki-nz

WC: 461

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#18: “Stop teasing me so much”

"Is that my shirt?" Joe inquired as I was making the bed.

"Yeah, you weren't wearing it, and I needed to wear something as I also need to do laundry." I told him as I leaned over to fluff our mountain of pillows.

I heard him groan from right behind me, his hand slapping my bare ass, as I forgot I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Joe." I exclaimed, as he pulled my hips back, flushed against his front.

I gasped at how hard he was, grinding my ass against it.

He let go of my hips with one hand, and wrapped it gently around my throat, forcing me to look up at him as he looked down.

“Stop teasing me so much." He all but growled at me.

I couldn't control myself as I grinded my ass against him again.

"Oh, you are going to get it." He said with a smirk.

◆

Joe's cock was pistoning in and out of my well-fucked hole as I am on my hands and knees.

Or I was until I collapsed face first into the once-made bed.

His hand had his shirt wrapped around his fist, coaxing me to get back up.

One hard slap to my ass cheek had me getting back up on my hands, my pussy clenching around his cock at the same time.

"That's my girl. Yes, fuck. Take it. Take my cock." He groaned as he sped up his thrusts, making me cry out his name.

"You're gonna feel me tonight when you are wrestling. Every move you make, will remind you of me." He promised as he angled his hips just so, finding that spongy spot inside of me, making me scream his name.

I barely noticed he pulled out of me, until he flipped me over onto my back and slammed into me again.

I couldn't hold it back as he fucked me into the mattress.

My back arched off the bed, my hands gripping his biceps as I felt a rush come out of me, forcing his dick out of my pussy.

Joe looked surprised by happy.

"Always knew you could squirt." He praised as he jerked his cock as my body shook before him.

He shirt, which I am still wearing, was pulled up and over my breasts by him.

A low groan falling from his lips as he came all over my chest, shirt and a bit on my chin.

As he finished jerking off with one hand, he took his thumb and swiped it across my chin, gathering up his cum and bringing it to my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around his thumb and sucked it clean, moaning at the taste of him.

"Mmmm, you should wear my shirt more often."

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[youwillfindilluminating]

#ummm#anyone else struck by the whole ‘New Zealand crews are great because they’re non union and we give them fewer resources?’

great catch! "we don't have unions - we all just work harder and do multiple jobs and that's why we're better than the u.s."

uh... sure jan.

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 Behind The Scenes | Our Flag Means Death

[rootedinrevisions]

Jealousy in Motion: Part 2

SUMMARY: Your relationship with Damian is going great. That is until you're put into a storyline where you have to kiss Jey Uso. Damian's reaction to seeing you kissing Jey in the middle of the ring is less than ideal. Later that night he makes sure to remind you who you belong to.

WARNING: Jealousy. Possessiveness. Biting. Leaving marks. P in V Sex.

WORD COUNT: 5.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the person who requested this! (will refrain from mentioning anyone in case they wish to remain anonymous.) Hope you enjoy it!

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The hum of the crowd already gathering outside the arena was palpable as you pulled into the parking lot. You parked your car, exhaling deeply as you took a moment to collect your thoughts before heading inside. The last few months had been a whirlwind of great storylines, and tonight, you were particularly excited. You grabbed your bag from the passenger seat and slung it over your shoulder, stepping out into the late afternoon light.

As you walked through the side entrance, security gave you a familiar nod, and you couldn’t help but feel the usual buzz of adrenaline that came with show days. Inside, the hustle and bustle of crew members, wrestlers, and staff filled the hallways, but you were quickly intercepted by one of the backstage producers.

"Hey, they need you in the meeting room with creative," he said.

You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused. You weren’t expecting to be pulled into anything major right away. Normally, you'd get time to settle in and catch up with some of the other superstars, but it seemed today was going to be different. You nodded and followed him, your mind already spinning with what could be on the agenda.

As you approached the meeting room, you could see through the open door that a few familiar faces were already seated. Jey was there, his usual confident demeanor slightly subdued, and around him were a handful of writers, along with Triple H at the head of the table. A quick glance from Jey gave you a hint of hesitation, which only made you more curious about what this meeting could be about.

You took a seat, nodding at everyone, and before you could ask what was going on, Triple H jumped right in.

"Alright, let’s get to it," he began, fo+5+lding his hands in front of him. "We’re shaking things up tonight. We’re putting you into the Rhea Ripley and Liv Morgan storyline.”

Your heart leaped a little at the mention of Rhea. She was one of your best friends, and working with her was something you’d always looked forward to. Plus, you had great chemistry with Liv, so the idea of being inserted into this feud was exciting.

But the excitement quickly shifted to confusion when Triple H continued. "You're going to turn on Rhea during tonight's segment."

You blinked, processing his words. "Turn on Rhea?" you echoed.

"Yeah," Triple H confirmed, leaning back in his chair. "You’ll go out to save her after Liv attacks, but then the twist—you're going to kiss Jey in front of Rhea and Damian. You’ll take off your shirt to reveal Jey’s underneath, showing that you’ve been aligned with him the whole time. Jey we’re going to spin it that you’ve been getting close to Rhea to get to what you actually want…her best friend."

You glanced at Jey, whose expression mirrored your shock. The idea of turning on Rhea, one of your closest friends, especially in such a public and dramatic way, made your stomach churn. And then the added element of kissing Jey in front of Damian, well… that complicated things even more.

Things between you and Damian had been going great for the past few months since that night in the club, and you knew Jey and Rhea were in a solid place in their developing relationship, too. This on-screen twist felt like it would blur the lines between real life and the storyline in ways that could create all kinds of tension.

"Are you sure?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Triple H gave you a knowing smile, as if sensing your hesitation. "This is going to push the feud to the next level. The audience won’t see it coming."

You could feel your pulse quicken, the weight of the storyline hanging heavily on your shoulders. "And we’re doing this tonight?"

"Yep," he confirmed. "First segment. You, Jey, Rhea, and Damian all in the ring. Liv’s going to attack Rhea. You run in for the save. After the dust settles, you turn on her. Kiss Jey, reveal your loyalty, and we’re off to the races."

Your head was spinning as you tried to absorb the full scope of what was being asked of you. Glancing at Jey again, you could tell he was just as thrown by the sudden twist.

"Any questions?" Triple H asked, looking around the table.

Neither you nor Jey said a word, both of you too stunned to fully process what was about to happen. Triple H took that as a no, standing up and signaling the meeting was over.

"Good luck tonight. This is going to be big."

After the meeting, you left the room, still reeling from what had just been laid out. You made your way down the hall toward your locker room, your mind racing. A storyline shift like this had the potential to be game-changing, but it also came with its fair share of risks. You couldn’t help but worry about how this would play out not just on screen, but backstage as well.

Once you reached your locker room, you set your bag down and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the nerves. The wardrobe team soon arrived, handing you the shirts you’d need for the segment—Rhea’s signature shirt for the first part of the show, and Jey’s to wear underneath for the big reveal.

“Don’t worry, it’ll look great on camera,” one of the wardrobe assistants assured you, sensing your unease.

You nodded, managing a weak smile as you slipped into the outfit. You kept your black jeans and shoes on, not needing full gear for this segment, but the weight of the two shirts felt heavier than any ring attire you’d ever worn.

The plan was simple enough: you’d run out to help Rhea after Liv blindsided her, and the four of you would stand tall in the ring together—until you turned on Rhea in front of everyone. The kiss with Jey, the shirt reveal—it was all designed to shock the crowd and push the storyline into new, dramatic territory.

But as you stared at yourself in the mirror, wearing Rhea’s shirt over Jey’s, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at you. This storyline was about to blur the lines between reality and fiction in ways you hadn’t expected, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would affect your relationships off-screen.

Glancing in the mirror one last time, you exhale sharply and leave your locker room, your thoughts racing as you head down the corridor in search of Damian. You need to find him before the segment starts, to explain the last-minute storyline twist.

You weave through backstage, checking every corner, but he’s nowhere to be found. Frustration builds as you text and call him, but every attempt goes unanswered. The minutes seem to slip through your fingers. The show’s about to start, and the clock is ticking.

From your spot near the monitor backstage, you watch as Dominik and Liv make their entrance, smug looks plastered on their faces. The crowd greets them with a mix of boos and jeers. They take the ring and start cutting their promo, Liv with a mic in hand, mocking Rhea and Damian.

“Rhea Ripley? Damian Priest? Pathetic. Honestly, it's embarrassing how they think they can stand up to us,” Liv sneers, pacing the ring as Dominik smirks at her words. "At the next Premium Live Event, they’ll finally be put in their place, and we’ll prove once again that we run this show."

The crowd stirs, boos growing louder as Liv continues to berate your friends. You glance toward the Gorilla, just in time to see Damian and Rhea poised to make their entrance. Your heart races as you watch them, knowing the storm that's about to hit.

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” you start, grabbing his arm gently.

Damian turns, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Before you can answer, the producer barks, “Rhea, Damian you’re on, go!”

You watch helplessly as Damian and Rhea stride through the curtain, completely unaware of the bombshell you’re about to drop on them. Your stomach tightens as you realize you won’t have time to warn him before the kiss happens.

“Great,” you mutter to yourself, running a hand through your hair. Damian’s not going to take this well—especially not without a heads-up.

Rhea and Damian hit the stage to a wave of cheers from the crowd. As they walk down the ramp, Rhea has a fierce expression on her face, playing up the intensity of the moment, while Damian’s presence is brooding and confident. You can feel the electricity building in the air as they enter the ring.

“You two think you’re untouchable?” Rhea growls into the mic, glaring at Dominik and Liv. “You’ve got another thing coming. At the PLE, we’ll show you exactly why you should’ve never turned your backs on us.”

Damian steps forward, his eyes locked on Dominik. “Scared little kids playing in a grown-up’s world. You don’t even know what’s coming.”

Predictably, the promo escalates into chaos. Liv and Dominik waste no time in turning the verbal sparring into a full-blown brawl. Liv throws the first punch at Rhea, and before you know it, fists are flying. Just as planned, JD, Finn,  and Carlito emerge from the crowd to join the fray, jumping into the ring and overwhelming Damian and Rhea.

It’s only a matter of seconds before Jey’s music hits, and the crowd erupts. You spot Jey sprinting down the aisle from somewhere in the audience, slipping into the ring to even the odds. The chaos in the ring intensifies as the three of them—Rhea, Damian, Jey —try to gain control of the situation.

Then, your music blares through the arena, sending a surge of adrenaline through you. The producer waves you toward the curtain, and before you know it, you're sprinting down the ramp. Your heart pounds in your chest as you slide into the ring, jumping straight into the fight.

For what feels like a chaotic blur of moments, fists are flying, bodies are colliding, and the crowd is on fire. You and your thrown-together team manage to push back the new Judgement Day faction, sending them retreating up the ramp as the crowd roars in approval.

Just as you, Jey, Damian, and Rhea stand tall in the ring, victorious for now, you feel the cue from the cameraman at ringside. This is it. The moment you’ve been dreading all night.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Jey is standing just to your left, his breathing still heavy from the fight. You turn toward him, heart hammering in your chest. The crowd is still roaring, but in this moment, everything seems to slow down.

You step closer to Jey, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. His eyes meet yours, and for a split second, there’s a flash of understanding between the two of you—this is about to change everything. Without hesitating, you lean in and press your lips to his.

The reaction from the crowd is instantaneous. Gasps, cheers, and shouts fill the arena as Jey’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss lingers for a moment longer than normal, the way Triple H had scripted it to be, the tension between you and Jey was palpable. Neither of you was fully comfortable. When you finally pull back, the heat of the moment is still coursing through you.

You glance over at Rhea and Damian. Rhea, ever the professional, has perfected her expression of betrayal—her wide eyes and clenched fists sell the shock and hurt brilliantly. It’s almost too perfect, and for a moment, you’re grateful that she’s been fully briefed on the angle.

But Damian... Damian is a different story. He’s not acting. His jaw is tight, his eyes narrowed, and the look he’s giving you and Jey could burn a hole straight through the ring. If looks could kill, you and Jey would both be six feet under by now.

Your stomach drops as you realize the fallout from this moment is going to be far more intense than you ever anticipated.

The segment ends with a chaotic blend of cheers and murmurs as the crowd begins to dissipate. As the ring clears, you and Jey make your way out, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. You’re grateful for the moment of quiet, but the heaviness of what just happened weighs on you.

You navigate backstage, Jey’s presence beside you a comforting constant. The backstage activity fades as you spot Rhea, who is headed toward the locker room. She gives you a quick, sympathetic nod before disappearing behind the door. You hope she understands how hard this is for you, despite her well-played betrayal.

Your gaze scans the area, searching for Damian. Your stomach twists in knots as you think about the confrontation you need to have. The minutes tick by slowly, each one stretching into what feels like an eternity.

Finally, you spot Damian walking down the hall, his posture rigid and his expression unreadable. Your heart races as you call out his name, “Damian!”

He doesn’t turn, his steps steady and deliberate. You quicken your pace, desperation mounting with each step. You reach out and touch his arm gently, trying to catch his attention.

“Babe, please—”

He jerks his arm away from you, his face still averted. “Don’t.”

The single word cuts through you like a knife. It’s sharp and final, the hurt and anger in his voice unmistakable. He continues down the hall, not sparing a glance back, leaving you standing there, heart heavy and eyes stinging.

You watch him disappear around the corner, the space between you feeling impossibly vast. The crushing weight of the night’s events settles on your shoulders, and you feel a wave of sadness that’s almost unbearable.

Jey, noticing your distress, approaches cautiously. “Hey, are you okay?”

You can’t find the words, only shaking your head slightly. Jey’s hand rests on your shoulder, a silent offer of comfort, but it does little to alleviate the ache inside you. You turn back toward the locker room, trying to steady your breath as you prepare for the fallout to come.

Back in the locker room, you sit down heavily on a bench, the adrenaline of the night giving way to a wave of exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The door opens and Rhea steps in, her face a mix of concern and understanding.

“I tried to talk to him,” Rhea says quietly, sitting beside you. “He didn’t seem like he wanted to hear it.”

You nod, unable to speak as your emotions bubble up. Rhea reaches out, placing a comforting hand on your back. “You did what you had to do out there. I know it’s hard.”

You take a shaky breath, trying to hold back tears. “I didn’t want it to end like this. I just wanted... I wanted to be honest with him. I tried to find him before the show–”

Rhea gives you a sympathetic smile. “He just wasn’t expecting it. I was briefed on the segment, but I don’t think he was. It’ll take time, but he’ll come around.”

You hope she’s right, but the uncertainty gnaws at you. As you sit there, surrounded by the remnants of the evening’s chaos, you can’t shake the feeling that tonight’s actions have set in motion a chain of events that may be impossible to fully unravel.

With a heavy heart, you prepare yourself for the long night ahead, hoping that somehow, things might start to heal before it’s too late.

Once you get back to the hotel after the show, you make your way up to your room on the fourth floor. The hallway feels impossibly long.. The dull hum of the elevator ride lingers in your ears, and your mind races, replaying every moment of the night over and over again. The kiss. Damian’s cold departure. His refusal to even look at you.

You reach your door, fingers trembling as you pull the keycard from your pocket. You hesitate for a moment, the thought of Damian not being there gnawing at you. The two of you were supposed to share this room, but after the way he walked away, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d found a different room—putting even more distance between you.

But still, hope lingers as you slide the keycard into the lock. You take a deep breath as the door clicks open. Stepping into the dimly lit room, you brace yourself for an empty, quiet space, but instead, your breath catches in your throat.

Damian is there. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together. His head is bowed slightly, and the shadows from the dim light cast across his face, making it hard to read his expression. But you can feel the tension radiating from him—tangible and heavy in the air.

The door clicks shut behind you, and Damian’s eyes flick up to meet yours. For a moment, neither of you speaks. His jaw is clenched tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. The silence stretches between you, thick with unresolved emotions.

You take a tentative step forward, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on your chest. "Damian…"

He doesn't move. His gaze remains locked on yours, but there’s a storm brewing behind those dark eyes, a mix of hurt and anger swirling beneath the surface.

“Why?” His voice is low, barely above a whisper, but the pain in that single word cuts deeper than anything he could have yelled.

You swallow hard, your throat tight as you search for the right words. “I didn’t want it to go down like that. It was the storyline—creative made the call.”

Damian’s lips twitch into a bitter, almost mocking smile as he finally stands, towering over you. “You think I care about the storyline? About what creative wants?” His voice rises slightly, the frustration bleeding through. “I care about what you did out there—kissing him in front of everyone. In front of me.”

You take a step back, feeling the weight of his words, and the hurt they carry. “It was just for the show, Damian. It didn’t mean anything.”

He runs a hand through his hair, his movements sharp, and agitated. “Didn’t mean anything?” He shakes his head, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “You expect me to believe that after what I saw out there? After how you kissed him?”

Your heart aches at the accusation in his voice. “Damian, I—” You stop, unsure of how to explain, how to make him understand that the kiss, while real, wasn’t what he thought it was.

He takes a deep breath, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You could’ve told me. You should’ve told me before the show, before I had to stand there and watch it happen.”

"I tried," you plead, your voice breaking. "I tried to tell you, but you had to go out for the segment before I could. I didn’t want to hurt you."

Damian lets out a bitter laugh. “Well, you did.”

The air between you feels like it’s thickening, the tension palpable as Damian turns away from you, pacing the room. You stand frozen, unsure of what to say, how to fix this. The weight of the night crashes down on you, and for the first time, you wonder if this is something that can even be fixed.

“Damian,” you whisper, taking a cautious step toward him, “I’m sorry. Please, just talk to me.”

He stops in his tracks, his back still turned to you. For a moment, he doesn’t move, the silence deafening. Then, slowly, he turns around, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your chest tighten.

“What do you want me to say?” His voice is quiet now, the anger simmering down into something deeper—something raw. “That everything’s fine? That I’m not furious? That I don’t feel like you broke something between us tonight?”

You feel your heart shatter at his words, the weight of them too much to bear. “I didn’t want to break anything,” you say softly, tears welling up in your eyes. “I just… I didn’t know how to make this right.”

Damian’s shoulders slump slightly as if the fight has drained out of him. He stares at you for a long moment, his expression a mixture of hurt and exhaustion. “Maybe you can’t,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Damian sits back down on the bed, his frustration and confusion still thick in the air between you. His jaw clenches as he runs a hand over his face, trying to make sense of everything that happened during the show. 

You take a cautious step toward him, heart pounding in your chest. You don’t say anything, but the unspoken tension between you crackles with intensity. Gently, you place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him back just enough that he leans onto his elbows. He looks up at you with a mix of uncertainty and disbelief, his dark eyes searching yours for some kind of explanation, some kind of reason for your actions.

But instead of talking, you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap. You feel the tension ripple through his body the moment you make contact, his muscles tightening beneath you. He knows what you’re doing, and for a second, you can see the conflict flash across his face. 

His hands instinctively come up to your waist, as if to push you away, but he hesitates. “Stop,” he mutters, his voice low and rough, but there’s no real force behind the word. You can tell he’s trying to maintain control, to hold onto the anger that’s keeping him grounded, but you also know that you’re chipping away at his resolve.

Ignoring his half-hearted protest, you lean in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whisper, “I want you to show me who I belong to.”

You feel the shudder that runs through him at your words, and a low groan rumbles from his chest. His eyes close for a brief moment as the temptation washes over him, the possessive side of him that you know so well stirring just beneath the surface. But still, he’s fighting it, trying to hold onto the anger that’s been keeping him distant.

He tightens his grip on your waist, trying to lift you off his lap, but before he can, you roll your hips down against him. The motion elicits another involuntary groan from him, his breath catching in his throat as you grind against him, making it clear what you want. His eyes snap open, dark and filled with both desire and frustration.

“Don’t,” he warns, but his voice falters, betraying the struggle within him.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his ear as you whisper the words you know will push him over the edge. “I want you to have your way with me.”

His grip on your waist tightens as he inhales sharply, the possessive part of him rising to the surface. But there’s still a sliver of hesitation in his movements, as if he’s trying to keep a hold on his self-control, to resist the pull of the temptation you’re offering him. 

You know he’s torn between wanting to claim you and still being angry about what happened tonight. And then, you say the one thing that you know will break him.

“I want you to leave marks.”

The tension in his body shifts instantly. His eyes darken, and the possessiveness that’s always been just beneath the surface finally takes over. You’ve never let him leave marks on you before, always worried about appearances and what people might think if the cameras were to catch any during a match or promo. But now, you’re giving him permission, and that’s something Damian can’t ignore.

He exhales slowly, his hands still gripping your waist, but there’s a new intensity in his touch now. The anger may not be completely gone, but it’s morphed into something else—something darker, more primal. You feel the shift, and it sends a thrill through you.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice is deeper now, rougher, and you can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you. This is a line you’re both about to cross, one that will blur the boundary between control and release.

You nod, your gaze steady as you meet his eyes. “I’m sure. I want you to.”

Damian’s expression hardens for a split second, the last shred of restraint slipping away. In one swift motion, he flips you over, pinning you beneath him on the bed. His hands roam up your body, and you feel the heat radiating off him as he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck.

“You asked for it,” he murmurs darkly. 

Damian wastes no time once he’s unleashed. His hands move with purpose as he grips the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down along with your underwear in one swift, practiced motion. You lift your hips to help, and before you know it, your legs are bare beneath his gaze. He tosses your clothes aside, his eyes dark and unreadable as they trace the lines of your body.

You feel his hands slide down your thighs, rough and warm, before he spreads your legs apart. The vulnerability of the position sends a thrill up your spine, but it’s the look in Damian’s eyes—the possessive hunger—that makes your heart race. 

He leans down, his lips ghosting over your inner thigh. The anticipation of his touch is almost unbearable, and then you feel it—his teeth sink into your skin, not too hard, but enough to leave a mark that will last. The sensation sends a shiver through you, a low moan escaping your lips.

Damian pauses to admire his work, the dark bruise forming under his lips. Then, without missing a beat, he shifts to the other leg, repeating the same rough treatment. His lips press against your thigh before his teeth follow, leaving another mark that will be a reminder of this moment long after tonight.

Once he’s satisfied, he crawls up your body, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of you. His face hovers inches above yours, his breath warm and heavy against your skin. 

You’re still wearing Jey Uso's "Yeet" shirt, and as Damian glances down at it, a dark smirk curls his lips. You expect him to pull it off, to strip it from you in one fluid motion, but instead, Damian grips the fabric in both hands and rips it clean down the middle. The sound of the tear fills the room, and your breath catches as the cool air brushes against your newly exposed skin.

“Oops,” he mutters with a smirk, the smugness in his voice sending a wave of heat through you. His hands run down your sides, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your ribs, making you arch up into him. The intensity of his touch, combined with the sharp contrast between his anger and desire, has your mind spinning.

His hands slide around your back, and with one swift motion, he unclasps your bra, pulling it away. Before you can react, Damian leans in, his mouth finding the soft skin of your breast. His lips are soft at first, but then you feel his teeth again, biting down just hard enough to leave a dark bruise behind.

A gasp leaves your throat as Damian continues, alternating between soft kisses and rough bites. He takes his time, marking you as his, leaving evidence of his claim all over your skin. Each mark feels like a promise, one that will stay with you long after the night is over.

You feel the heat rising between you, the desire building to a breaking point. Damian pulls back for a moment, his breath coming fast, his eyes locking with yours. There’s no more hesitation in his gaze now—only pure, possessive hunger.

"You belong to me," he growls, his voice deep and commanding as he captures your lips in a rough, bruising kiss.

Damian’s eyes remain locked on yours as he leans up and swiftly pulls his belt free from the loops of his jeans. The metal buckle clinks against the floor as he drops it carelessly, his fingers already working to unbutton and unzip his pants. He pushes his jeans and boxers down to his knees, his movements rough and hurried, his need for you palpable in the tension rolling off his body.

You bite your lip in anticipation as Damian positions himself between your legs, the heat of him pressing against your entrance. His large hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, and then with one smooth motion, he slides into you. The sensation of him filling you so completely draws a long moan from your lips, but Damian isn’t satisfied.

“No,” he growls, his voice deep and commanding. “Say my name.”

His thrusts start slow but powerful, each one driving him deeper into you. You comply immediately, moaning his name breathlessly. “Damian…”

But it’s not enough. His grip tightens on your hips, and he begins to move faster, harder, his pace becoming relentless. He’s hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and your breath quickens as pleasure coils tight in your core.

“Say it louder,” Damian demands, his voice edged with authority. His hips snap against yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You call out his name louder, your voice trembling with the intensity of each thrust.

“Damian!” you cry, your hands grasping at the sheets as your body arches beneath him.

A dark smirk crosses his face as he watches you, clearly satisfied with your response. “That’s my good girl,” he growls, his tone dripping with approval. His words send a fresh wave of heat through you, making your body tremble beneath him.

He continues to pound into you, his pace ruthless, every thrust driving you closer to the edge. Your moans become more desperate, and you can feel yourself unraveling, your climax approaching fast.

“I want to hear you scream my name when you come,” Damian demands, his voice husky and low, his possessive gaze locked on you as his hips slam into yours again and again.

The tension inside you snaps, and with one final thrust, you’re sent over the edge. You scream his name, your body trembling as your orgasm crashes through you, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through every nerve.

Damian isn’t far behind. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you still as he pulls out just in time. He finishes on your chest and abdomen, his warm seed painting your skin as he releases a deep, satisfied groan.

Breathing heavily, Damian looks down at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as a proud, almost smug smile spreads across his face. He surveys your body, covered in his release, marking you in yet another way.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, but the possessive edge still lingers. He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, a stark contrast to the roughness of the moments before.

As Damian catches his breath, his eyes soften as they sweep over your body, the intensity of moments before melting away. Without a word, he leans over and presses a tender kiss to your forehead before standing and making his way into the bathroom. The sound of running water fills the room, and a few moments later, he returns with a warm washcloth in hand.

He kneels beside the bed and gently wipes the cum from your chest and stomach, his touch so tender it makes your heart swell. His gaze meets yours as he leans down and brushes a soft kiss to your lips, so different from the fiery passion you shared earlier. This kiss is slow, comforting, filled with unspoken reassurances.

Once finished, Damian returns to the bathroom to dispose of the washcloth, and when he comes back, he heads straight for his suitcase. Rummaging through it, he pulls out a pair of sweatpants for himself. After slipping them on, he tosses one of his oversized t-shirts to you. You smile, feeling a warmth in your chest, and eagerly slip it on. The familiar scent of him fills your senses as the soft fabric drapes over your body.

Damian climbs into bed beside you and immediately pulls you into his arms, his strong body enveloping yours. You nestle into him, resting your head on his bare chest. The rhythmic sound of his heartbeat under your ear brings you a sense of calm, and you let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling safe in his embrace.

After a few quiet moments, you tilt your head up to look at him, your voice barely a whisper as you ask, "Are we okay?"

Damian looks down at you, his thumb gently stroking your arm as he meets your gaze. 

"Yeah," he says softly, his voice deep but tender. "We’re okay." He takes a breath, his expression softening further. "I probably could’ve handled it better. I just… seeing that kiss…" He trails off, shaking his head slightly. "I know it’s just a storyline, but it hit me harder than I expected."

You nod, understanding the conflict he must have felt. 

Before the tension can return, Damian gives you a playful smirk and gently nudges your side. "But let’s be real… you look way better in my shirt than Jey’s."

A small laugh escapes your lips, and the playful banter instantly lightens the mood. You snuggle deeper into his chest, feeling the weight of the night slowly lift as you share this intimate moment with him. His arms tighten around you protectively, and you close your eyes, knowing that despite the challenges, everything between you two will be alright.

[madhatterbri]

Mrs. Officer | J.U.

Summary: Jey brings a new meaning to F the police. 18+.

Author's Note: See this as an apology for a Cold Christmas. 💀

Trigger Warning(s): Cursing.

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"Fuck, man," Jey sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. The red and blue lights flashed behind his car. He pulled his car to the side of a dirt road and parked it. He grabbed his license and registration and stuck his hands out the window.

The cop car's door opened and closed. His eyes immediately locked in on the lady cop's reflection in the side view mirror. Her black uniform fit her in all the right places. He was definitely feeling a little less angry about all of this.

The lady cop stood in front of his window. Jey looked her up and down. He licked his lips and bit his bottom lip.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" She asked and grabbed his license. Her eyes scanned his license quickly. "Mister Uso?"

"I, uh, I have no idea, ma'am," he told her.

"You have a tail light out, Mister Uso. Do you always have a lack of care for the safety of yourself and others?"

Before he could answer, the female officer walked away from his car. Jey sighed and leaned back in his seat. She may have been a hard ass, but he didn't mind watching her ass as she walked away. A few minutes later, she came back with his license and registration.

"You are okay to leave, Mister Uso. Have a nice day," she told him.

Before she walked away, he couldn't help himself. "You put a new meaning to the phrase fuck the police,"

She immediately stopped and turned on her heel. Her eyes stared at him in shock and disbelief. "Step out of the vehicle and lean against the trunk of your car,"

Jey stepped out of the vehicle. It was just a joke. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I act dumb when I am nervous. I didn't mean it like that,"

When she didn't budge, he placed his hands on the trunk of his car. Her hands started to pat him down. She started with his shoulders. Open palms tapped against his tank top as she worked her hands down to his stomach and sides. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of his basketball shorts. He looked down as her hand was dangerously close to his dick.

"I got a weapon there that is going to set off if you don't leave it alone," he chuckled. Her hand brushed against him purposely. Jey inhaled sharply as all the blood in his body rushed down there. Her fingertips brushed against him over his shorts.

"I am putting you under arrest," she informed him. "You have the right to remain silent, which I know will be hard for you. Anything you say can and will be used against you,"

"For two jokes? Man, come on with that," he told her. The cold metal handcuffs wrapped around his wrists. The Main Event wrestler muttered under his breath as she led him to the back of her black SUV cop car.

He sat in the middle back seat. His arms pressed between his body and the chair. Jey's right leg jumped up and down nervously. The bosses at his job weren't going to be too happy about this. The potential jailbird looked at the woman sadly. To his shock, she slid in the seat with him and closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Fuck the police, right?" She asked. "Why don't you show me what you meant by that?"

Y/N started to fiddle with his basketball shorts. The shocked man raised his hips slightly to help her as his shorts dropped to his knees. His hard dick sprung out of his shorts. A bead of his pre-cum at the tip. She leaned down and licked it off him slowly. He cursed as his body shook in pleasure. His dick twitched.

Her tongue glided from the base all the way until the tip. She sucked on the head softly before lowering her head on him.

Jey bucked his hips and cursed. The pretty cop was sitting down next to him. Her head bobbed up and down on his lap. He closed his eyes and brought his head back. Whatever part of him she couldn't reach, her hand rubbed him up and down.

"Mamas," he repeated as he grunted. Before he could cum, she pulled away from him.

While dazed, he didn't notice he was leaning forward. The officer started to remove his handcuffs. The man absentmindedly moved his wrists forward and started to twirl them around. He stopped and looked at his hands in confusion when he noticed.

"What?"

"It is such a shame that you got out of those cuffs, Mister Uso," she smirked at him. Y/N placed the handcuffs on his lap. "Why should I do all the work when you wanted to fuck the police?"

Jey didn't have much time to plan. The SUV, while spacious for other activities, was absolutely cramping his style when it came to sex. His mind raced on a solution, and he finally had a plan.

"You liked searching me, right? I think it's time I searched you," he told her. "Take your top off and don't keep me waiting, officer,"

The police officer did as she was told. Her uniform shirt and undershirt were piled on the floor. He didn't hide that he was checking her out. Dark lust filled eyes scanned her up and down. He licked his lips.

"Got to make sure you aren't hiding anything under these," he told her. His hands palmed her breasts. His thumbs rubbed over her pert nipples.

Jey leaned in and toyed with her breasts. He licked, nipped, and sucked on her nipples. His fingers rubbed between her legs. Her body responded beautifully to him. Soft little gasps and moans as she bucked her hips towards him.

The utility belt around her waist was the next to go, followed by her socks and shoes. She hoisted her waist to help him remove her work pants. The once proud officer was now down to her underwear. A wet spot evident from his teasing.

"Lay over the console with your hands behind your back,"

Jey gave her time to do so. Her upper half laid over the console. Hands placed behind her back like she was instructed. Within moments, the metal handcuffs were fastened around her wrists.

"I bet I can make you louder than one of your little sirens," he challenged. He hooked his fingers at her panty waistline and slid them down.

Jey massaged her ass. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck the police officer in her own squad car. There was no reason to rush. Future generations would thank him for fucking the attitude out of her. For now, though, he was going to revel in it.

With no warning, two of his fingers slipped inside of her. She gasped and moaned. A quick pace was set before she could even adjust. His fingers thrusted in and out. Her hips bucked backward to take more of him in.

Y/N felt her arousal grow to new heights. This was all so new to her. She never dreamed about doing this outside. Never dreamed about being taken in her squad car. Her handcuffs fastened by her back as her man behind her did whatever he pleased. Heat pooled in her stomach.

"I need it, Jey, please," she moaned.

"First name now, huh?" He asked. The wrestler lowered his shorts to around his knees. His tank top thrown over his shoulder. "You just couldn't wait until we got home? Had to pull me over with your little power trip,"

Jey grabbed her hips and lowered her bottom half towards him. He gripped his dick and slid the tip between her folds. She moaned out his name. "Jey,"

He thrusted inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion. His pelvis pressed into her ass. He rolled his head back and shook it. God, he missed this. Using the limited space they had, he started to thrust in and out of her.

"You were thinking about this all through your shift, huh? That's why you kept asking me about my arrival time," he accused. She didn't bother defending herself. The proof was in their text messages. "That's right, baby, you missed all of this so much,"

Jey looked up and saw his reflection in the rear-view mirror. A wicked thought popped into his head. After one last rough thrust, he pulled out of her.

"No," she whined.

"I know you ain't gonna act greedy right now," he told her. "You gotta do some work too,"

Her boyfriend grabbed her to help her up. Knees parted as she straddled over him. "Sit on it,"

He guided her down on his dick. She slid down easily. Her walls gripped around to keep him inside of her. "Oh, Jey,"

"Look in the mirror, baby,"

Y/N looked at the mirror and blushed. Eyes blown out. Teeth biting her bottom lip. Jey was watching her. He placed his hand around her neck to keep her still. He thrusted in and out of her again. She rolled her hips and tried to put her head back.

"Nuh uh, look in the mirror," he ordered. She watched as her face continued in and out of the mirror frame. Y/N wasn't sure about this until his fingers found her clit.

She squirmed in his arms. Her mouth parted as she told him it was too much. His other hand played with her nipples. His thumb rubbed the sensitive nubs.

"I can feel you about to cum, baby. Is that what you want? Do you want to ruin these seats?" He asked her. She nodded eagerly. "You gonna think about that when you have a prisoner back here, huh? How you couldn't wait until I got home so you had me stuff you full,"

She tightened around him.

"Yeah, she liked that huh?"

Jey picked up the pace. The sound of sweaty skin slapping against the other sounded in the car. She moaned and whimpered. The pool in her lower stomach proved too much. She tensed around him one last time and let go. Jey bucked inside of her and came. He pulled her close to keep from falling.

"I missed you too, Mrs. Officer,"

[endivinity]

Hey yall!

it's been one of those weeks. a very, very expensive week. my savings will be completely wiped, but I can't open commissions, so it's not looking too hot for me right now. I'm not in any danger of eviction or other major consequences, but I can't front the costs by myself.

If you'd like to help out by chipping in a little bit, I've got the tl;dr over here! https://ko-fi.com/endivinity There's a pack of every public deathclaw artwork available through that as well, if you'd like a bonus incentive.

Long version and plan of attack under the cut!

I've been medically unemployed for a couple of years now. I've also been recently diagnosed with ADHD - inattentive. I was given an initial trial course of meds for them, which so far aren't working in any helpful ways. NZ has free prescriptions... but it does not have free mental health diagnoses, and especially not for adults. The initial diagnosis appointments cost me $1100, and there are at-cost followup appointments and other medical related costs that are chipping away at it. My medication will need reviewing and possibly switching, which requires more at-cost appointments. This was fine for me to pay! But. Miraculously, I barely self-medicated prior to diagnosis but when I did.... it was with sugary foods. I'm sure you can see where this ends up :'D

The other day I got hit with a dental bill that was not only staggering, but the treatment itself was a gutpunch. I'm not quite at root canal level but two of my teeth are tending towards it, even as the dentist commended my brushing and flossing. The quote is between $3200-4000 (give or take a couple non-priority preventative treatments). I can get government funding assistance up to $1000, and anything beyond that is a loan.

And unrelated I NEED new glasses, because the vision in my left eye from uveitis has deteriorated significantly. this costs less at i think $200-300, but the government does NOT assist with this for... some reason??

The plan of attack:

I'd - hoped, that the meds would let me focus more on owed work. I'd hoped I'd be able to clear the board. That's not the case right now. I'll keep trying, but for now I have to focus on the present.

So, the Ko-fi page is open! There's PWYW files of every deathclaw art I have, so if you'd like to help me out and get convenient lizards instead of browsing my posts, that's the option for you. I will also be making deathclaw designs to auction. I'd like to do customs in future because there's a hungry hungry market out there, waiting for me to do so, but that'd be a commission and I wouldn't complete it. So, premades it will be. My Inprnt store is currently barren; I will see about getting it filled. That'll be linked later. I can't mail out my print stock I use for cons, because I don't have a car or easy access to shipping packaging for larger prints. (And shipping would be immense because, NZ)

So far those are my only attainable options. If you have other suggestions though, please let me know! <3

[blackbird-brewster]

Highlights from Catherine Tate's Q&A Panel at Armageddon Expo 2024 (NZ) :

[I took notes best I could during the panel but some may be paraphrased]

Q: What's your favourite Doctor Who alien?

CT: The wonderful Ood!

Q: Who's your favourite Doctor? (Crowd gasps in anticipation)

CT: Well, I get asked this a lot, and obviously it's David (Tennant). I don't know what number he is, he keeps coming back. But definitely, David. Although, someone recently pointed out that I was technically the first ever female Doctor. So you know what? Me, I'm my favourite Doctor.

Q: What's your favourite episode you were in of Doctor Who?

CT:The Runaway Bride, because that's where it all began.

Q: What's a favourite memory of working with David Tennant on Doctor Who?

CT: The scene in 'Partners in Crime', the one with the Adipose, there's the scene where Donna and the Doctor see each other from across a room. But they're both behind glass and they have the whole mime scene with the windows. Well, I remember it was about 3am when we were filming that - - Russel really likes to film at night if the story is taking place at night - so it was 3am, and I said to the director 'Uh, right here it just says Donna Mimes' and he said 'Yeah do whatever'.

So that whole scene was ad-lib during shooting and David and I were so in sync with it, we did that first take and the director said cut and print!

Q: How emotional were you filming your final scene in Journey's End?

CT: So, we didn't always film in order. And I'm not really a sentimental person, but I will say I thought Donna's ending was absolutely perfect. When she meets the Doctor she was always yelling at the world, and she was so different than what she was by the end, she had so much growth with the Doctor and she changed so much in her time with him, but then, she forgets the him and all those memories. And that final scene, what really got me was how he says 'Donna, I'm off' and she's just, I think she's on the phone, and she just waves dismissively. She doesn't know him anymore. Russell, the way he ties things together, he's brilliant, that man.

Q: What was it like working with Bernard (Cribbins)?

CT: Oh, Bernard. God, I love him. He was so funny and talented. He always had stories and voices and sound effects. He loved making people laugh. But we had a gag where every single time I called him I'd say (Donna Voice) 'GRANDAD!'

He'd say, "Who is this?"

"It's Catherine."

"Catherine who?"

"Catherine Tate"

"Never heard of her."

We did this every time I called him and I loved it.

Q: Is there anything annoying about working with David Tennant?

CT: No, absolutely not. He's perfect. He's the best person to work with. I will say though, I was annoying him a lot. When we did the 60th Anniversary specials, our trailers looked exactly the same and I never knew where my trailer was. I'd walk into his all the time!

Sometimes I'd walk in and see his shoes in the trailer and instead of thinking 'Oops, wrong trailer', my brain went 'What's he gone and left his shoes in my trailer for?'

It got so bad, sometimes I'd walk up the stairs and from inside I'd hear 'NO.'

Q: Was it weird coming back to play Donna after all these years? Especially when it was along side David Tennant?

CT: It was a bit weird, more in the 'Oh I hope i still know how to do this' way than anything. But I did think it would be hilarious if David and I arrived on set and every take we just did completely wrong voices. Just thought it'd be hilarious for him to go (in an airy upper-crust British accent) 'Ohhhh, hellloooo. I'm the Doctor'

Q: If you could take any prop from set, what would you take?

CT: Ohhhh, I'd have very large pockets and see what I could fit. But mostly I think it'd be a sonic screwdriver. It's gotta be a sonic screwdriver, doesn't it? It's small and mobile... Easy to steal. Plus, it'd fetch a great price on Ebay!

Q: Best show you've ever worked on?

CT: The Office, they paid me tons of money.

Q: My mum loves David Tennant, is there something you can say to dissuade her?

CT: Hm, something to convince her he's not.... Oh, he doesn't believe in astrology! I'll say 'It's Mercury Retrograde' and he'll say 'NO, NO, NO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT'.

Other Highlights:

As soon as she came out, she saw the stage had no steps to the audience, so she stayed on mic and went the long way round to go into the audience and interview people, trying to find who had traveled the furthest to be here. She was sorely disappointed everyone was just from Aotearoa 🤣

Donna Lines She Performed:

"Oi Spaceman! You're not mating with me sunshine!" (Crowd went wild for that)

"Binary. Binary. Binary." (🥺)

She did some of her characters: Lauren Cooper mostly, but also wished someone Happy birthday as Nan

[terrortwinunicorn]

My Damian Priest One Shots and Imagines Master List

🔥=Smut (unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie, oral (both m and f receiving), dirty talk)

🌹=Fluff (sweet fluff, tooth decay lol)

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Halloween Masquerade 🌹 1019 words

You Wanna Do Page 57 With Me 🔥1111 words

Two Pink Lines 🌹1265 words

Choose Me 🌹🔥1647 words

Truth or Dare 🌹1409 words

Birthday Surprise 🌹1344 words

Nos Espera Un Viaje Salvaje (We Are In For A Wild Ride) 🌹1314 words

Yes Master ⚠️ 🔥813 words

Terror Twins? 🌹1019 words

Puerto Rico Memories 🌹🔥1460 words

Terror Twins Arrive 🌹1354 words

You're On 🌹1068 words

Candlelight Makes The Mood Just Right 🌹🔥2028 words

When I Said I Do 🌹1647 words

Off Limits 🌹1826 words

Off Limits: No More 🌹1451 words

How Did I Fall in Love with You 🌹🔥 4093 words

Junior Prom 🌹4848 words

Sleep Over ⚠️🌹5056 words

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A Christmas To Remember 🌹🔥5823 words

New Years Ball 🌹2735 words

Family Portrait 🌹3202 words

Una dulce sorpresa (A sweet surprise) 🌹1524 words

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Bienvenido al mundo, pequeño 🌹2079 words

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Best Friend Series (Luis and reader have known each other since they were 10 years old):

How Did I Fall in Love with You

Junior Prom

Sleep Over

Senior Prom : Luis

Senior Prom : y/n

A Christmas To Remember

Another Story Time

The Story Continues...

Road Trip : Buffalo to the Bronx

From The Bronx with Love

In Da Club

The One With The Wedding

And So The Story Continues....

An Amusing Story

Sing Along With Me

Time Of My Life

BBQ and Fireworks

Wepa! It's A Wedding

A Puppy And A....

Call Me Sandy

Our First Boy-Girl Party: Part One

Our First Boy-Girl Party: Part Two

The Martínez Family Series (Luis and reader meet through Demi (aka Rhea Ripley) :

Halloween Masquerade

Two Pink Lines

Birthday Surprise

Nos Espera Un Viaje Salvaje (We Are In For A Wild Ride)

Terror Twins?

Puerto Rico Memories

Terror Twins Arrive

When I Said I Do

Family Portrait

Una dulce sorpresa (A sweet surprise)

Dulce Pequeña (Sweet Little One)

Bienvenido al mundo, pequeño

Off Limits Series (Luis and reader are co-workers but have a mustached cupid helping them) :

Off Limits

Off Limits: No More

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Yours: When Fergal Devitt (Finn Balor) introduces his oldest friend in the world y/n y/l/n to his buddy and Judgment Day stable mate Luis Martinez (Damian Priest) their chemistry is instantaneous. But Fergal is very protective of someone he views as his little sister as they are only thirteen months apart. Will he let his oldest friend date a man he knows has a reputation for being a player? Will Luis change his ways for y/n? Find out in Yours.

Yours 2: Almost six months into Luis and y/n's relationship they're engaged, happily living together in Orlando with their dogs Tony and Ziva and busily planning a wedding for October 31, 2025. The love story continues in Yours 2.

Yours 3: Three months have passed in 2025. A lot has happened to Luis and Y/N. Among these events, Luis was moved to SmackDown after his Street Fight with Fergal on January 13, 2025. He has entered a feud with Drew McIntyre due to what happened at the Royal Rumble, the Elimination Chamber, and last year's WrestleMania. Now, as we begin Yours 3, Luis and Y/N are in the Bronx just before leaving on a three-week European tour, as Luis's sister-in-law, Rachel, is very close to giving birth to the newest member of the Martinez family.

Forever Yours, Faithfully (work in progress) : This is a what-if scenario from my best friend's one-shots. In "Forever Yours, Faithfully," what if Luis and Y/N did get pregnant in 2005? Y/N had said she would have pushed Luis to continue his dream of being a professional wrestler, and she did. He achieved his dream with Y/N and their child by his side, with Y/N being his biggest cheerleader through all the trials and tribulations of his career. Now find out what happened in "Forever Yours, Faithfully."

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Unlocking Opportunities: Post Study Work Visa in New Zealand

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if you follow me, or simply see this and have 1 free minute, could you read this post please? i'm in desperate need of as many and as varied ideas as possible from different perspectives and people

i cannot bear to stay where i am much longer, living here is killing me from inside, i'm clawing at the walls. i want to move countries, cut ties with almost everyone, have the freedom of marrying anyone i want, adopt, change gender marker, work in a region where my preferred job field is much more progressive and valued, and stop holding myself back from living. i know what country i will move to and which work program i will go through for it. but in order to do that i need savings and money to get shit done like documents and gender affirming stuff. to do that faster i need a job with as high of a pay as i can get. i really want to get the fuck out of here in 6 or 8 months

i want to kindly ask, please if you have an idea of a job that would be a possible fit for my needs, no matter what it is, leave it in replies here or in anons. might be something innovative and unusual, or might be something obvious that i haven't thought of before

further info under the cut

- note, i live in Kazakhstan so almost any eu/us/nz/au jobs are considered high paying to me because of our enormous difference in the currency value. in case of a possibility of remote job done from faraway i can figure out the taxes issue

my skills and characteristics that can be helpful to think of something, but also not limited to those: - fluent in 2 languages (russian and english) - adaptable, very fast learner, good at finding things and doing varied tasks, analytical - fast to make people open up to me, charm them - good at promoting stuff, but it's fully self-learned from experience - good with computer shit, passable in photoshop - conventionally attractive (it has been helpful in all customer service jobs) - almost completed a childcare degree, have all skills that come with handling kids - though i do not have a degree yet. i quit astrophysics major a decade ago and will only finish my bachelors in early childhood education this summer

jobs that i have done before:

- the most successful and longest one: store chain manager where my position combined responsibilities of offline store manager, sales manager and internet store manager. promotion of top-price brands and their growth in popularity, training personnel, working with vip clients, working with suppliers, choosing and purchasing all products, social media advertising, fully taking care of online store too - various sales - real estate agent

jobs i do not consider: - jobs that will require me to go to another country and exchange stuff. i specifically need money so i can do that in the future, and the whole problem is i cannot do that right now without a security blanket to to fall on. or rent funds - childcare jobs (the field is in the ditches here, the aim is to earn money, not put myself into debt) - teaching jobs, same problem - persuading people to buy anything - translating text. i am horrible with written speech, very very poor writer's skills - the kind of customer service where you have to prostrate yourself to customers. i don't have patience to take shit anymore - please don't suggest sugar dating. done that. trauma

i can easily find a job on my own but i wanted to be smarter about it this time and consider everything, use all resources including this blog. if you thought of anything, please tell me