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wrestlersownmyheart · 1 year ago

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Heyyy~ saw your requests were open and was lookin for some Damian Priest content! Definetly Judgement Day vibes, maybe he’s looking to recruit Y/N? I wanna read this and BLUSH, FLUSTER ME I DARE YA!

I DOUBLE DARE YA! 😂 ok thanks!!!

Thanks for helping me hammer out the title on this @auburnwrites!! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 😀

Title: Love & Conquests Pairing: Damian Priest X Reader Summary: You work as a trainer for WWE. You notice competition between Damian Priest of the Judgement Day, and wannabe member, JD McDonagh, but you don't realize why. Till they both start hitting on you. Then you feel like a conquest and decide to shun them both. But will you grow feelings for Damian as he spends more time around you? And will JD take the hint that he never stood a chance? Or will his actions go too far, causing the Archer Of Infamy to unleash his pent up rage on him? Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Some violence toward men and women.

Note: I saw someone on Tumblr call JD a Funko Pop and I thought it was funny so I used it in this story. Sorry, not trying to be a thief or anything!

Love & Conquests

"Have you seen the new trainer," Dominik Mysterio asked Finn Balor, Damian Priest and JD McDonagh in the locker room Saturday night. "She is a looker, hermanos."

The group was all getting ready for the Fastlane pay-per-view that was to start any minute.

"Really," JD asked. "I'll have t' go check 'er out later."

"Dream on, Pipsqueak." Damian said, his base voice going even lower in pitch. "Keep your mind on business."

"Yeah, okay," JD said reluctantly, buttoning up his black dress shirt. "I'll take care o' business first."

"Why'd you have to go and get his mind off work, bro," Damian said to Dominik. "It's hard enough getting him to pull off a win around here. Why does Finn even want him in our faction?"

"Damian."

Damian looked up to find Adam Pearce standing in the doorway to the Judgement Day's locker room.

"Yeah?"

"I need you to go to the trainer and see how that knee is doing."

"It's fine," Damian replied, giving said knee a pat.

"I still want it checked out. I know you wouldn't tell me if it was still hurt."

Damian rolled his eyes and stood from the couch he'd been sitting on. "It's fine. I'm barely limping."

"But limping nonetheless," Adam shot back. "Go get it checked out or you're not cashing in tonight."

"Wait, what?"

Rhea stood up from the seat she had on the floor. "What do you mean? I thought you were waiting!"

"Chill, Rhea," Damian said, glaring at Adam. "It's not a for sure thing. I was just thinking about it. And if I do cash in, I want to do it on my own." He held up his hands when Finn and Rhea and Dom all three gave him a look. "Look, I just want to win it on my own merit. If y'all go out there and help me, I'm gonna be called a transitional champion. No. I have to do this on my own."

With that, he left the room, a slight limp in his gait.

He headed straight for the trainer's office ready to get this over with. Just as he stepped through the door he was greeted by a beautiful doctor.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

You watched as a very tall, handsome Puerto Rican man entered your office. You felt your face flush, and hoped he didn't notice.

"Hi, Are you Damian Priest," you asked shyly, checking your appointments list.

Seemingly quiet, Damian only nodded as he stared at you.

The fact that he stared at you only made your face heat up even more.

Dang it.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," he replied.

His voice was so deep and sexy!

He reached his hand out to you to shake and you gently took his hand, and shook. You couldn't help but notice how his hand swallowed yours whole.

"So, Adam Pearce said you'd be stopping by. Let's take a look at that knee." You said, motioning for him to sit down on the exam table.

You watched as Damian took his seat on the table. "Now, don't be nervous. We're just going to do a couple of exercises to make sure your knee is stable."

"That's fine. In fact, my knee is fine. I know it."

"I hope so," you said softly, taking a rubber mallet to test his reflexes with. Then you had him hold his leg out straight for thirty seconds to see the strength in his knee and leg. Then you had him stand to his feet and perform a few squats.

Then, you were feeling his knee to see if anything seemed out of place.

"Any pain at all when I do this?"

He shook his head and smiled at you. "The only time it hurts at all is when I walk on it. But the pain is negligible."

You nodded with a hum. "I see. Well, I can't find anything really wrong. I'd still advise you to not cash in your briefcase tonight, but if you do, just use caution."

"Thanks, Doc," Damian smiled at you and reached for your hand once more. You gave it to him and were surprised when he raised the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Oh," you couldn't stop the half-moaned word if you tried. Then you were flaming red again, you could feel it.

Flustered, you tugged your hand back gently and spoke "If… If you do cash in tonight. Stop by here afterward so I can recheck your knee."

Damian smiled again. "Sure thing, cariña. Thanks again, for checking me out," he said with a wink.

Your face would not stop burning this night.

Especially thanks to Mr. Priest.

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"You weren't kidding, bro. That new trainer is a knockout. I think I'm in love," Damian said, chuckling. He punched Dominik lightly on the shoulder and grinned as if to say, "You know how to pick 'em!"

"I told you," Dominik responded, with a laugh.

"So are you going to ask her out?"

Rhea asked the question with her arms crossed across her chest. She was protective of her family and wanted to make sure the woman in question was good enough for her "terror twin".

"Of course! Maybe tonight after the show. She wanted me to stop by anyway if I was to cash in. So I figured I might stop by regardless."

"I may have t' stop by m'self," JD grinned. "I love a challenge."

"Excuse you!" Rhea scolded. "Did you not just hear Damian say he was going to ask her out? And women are not challenges, jackass."

"Hey, all's fair in love an' war, love."

"Don't call me love," Rhea spat back.

"You'd better back off," Damian growled, stepping toward JD. "The only reason you're here on the outskirts of the group is because you are Finn's friend. That's the only thing keeping you safe right now."

"Easy, lad," JD said, raising his hands defensively. "I just want t' see what all d'a fuss is about."

Damian took another step toward JD, threateningly. "Leave. Her. Alone."

"Alright. Alright, partner."

"I'm not your partner. And you're not part of the Judgement Day!"

A loud, piercing whistle whizzed through the air then.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at Finn.

"Ever'body, just calm down!" He nearly shouted the words. "I'm gettin' tired of d'a mayhem! Can we all just get on d'a same page?"

Sighing, Finn left the room before anyone could answer him.

"He's right guys," Rhea said. "Get it together!"

She stormed out next.

Which meant Dom was running after her.

Which left JD and Damian.

Not wishing to piss Finn or Rhea off any worse, he simply left the room as well, knowing full well that if he stayed, he'd probably kill JD.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Damian was setting Cody up for JD to hit him with the Money In the Bank briefcase on top of the announce table. But JD screwed up yet once more and slammed the briefcase into Damian's sore knee. Damian instantly went down as his knee buckled and he held onto it.

In the next instant, however, Cody had lifted Damian up and performed a Cross Rhodes onto the announce table. Rhea was beside herself as Jey Uso maneuvered Finn into a double-team Cody Cutter. Jey rolled out of the ring and Cody covered Finn for the 1…2…3!

There were new Undisputed Tag Team Champions!

Rhea sat on the floor looking toward the rafters as if to say, "I can't believe this!"

Finally, after Jey and Cody celebrated in the ring, it was time to head backstage.

Finn and Dom helped Damian backstage and to the trainer.

JD trailed behind them apologizing up and down–only to Finn, not Damian.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

You watched Damian's match on the little tv in your office and immediately after JD hit Damian with the briefcase, pulled his file from your drawer and prepared to see him in the next few minutes. You watched as Finn Balor and Dominik Mysterio helped Damian backstage with a shorter man–JD McDonagh if you remembered right–following behind looking to be very apologetic.

Minutes later, Damian headed into your office, a more noticeable limp this time, and waited for you to direct him.

"Have a seat," you told him, motioning to the exam table.

"You don't sound surprised to see me," Damian said to you, as he sat down.

"Well, I was… watchingyourmatchontheTV."

You flushed as you said the words as fast as you could.

"Checkin' me out again, huh?"

"Stop it," you smiled, as your face burned even more. "Now, let's take a look at that knee."

"Miss? Can I have y'r assistance please?" came an Irish voice from the hallway. The man that had trailed behind Finn and Damian on the ramp, stepped into the room holding his head.

"Yes, I'll help you in just a few moments," you replied. "If you'll have a seat in one of the chairs, I'm with a patient at the moment."

You heard Damian grumble under his breath as JD took a seat and waited.

"What are you even here for," he demanded. "I was the one who took a hard hit to the knee. Because of you!"

"Hey now," JD sounded defensive. "I took a hard hit t' d'a head. I need t' be checked f'r a concussion.

"Your big head could take a few hits!"

"Guys," you said, squatting down and gently rolling up Damian's pant leg so you could better see his knee. "I'm not equipped to break up a fight. So, please calm down."

"Don't worry, cariña. We're not going to get into a fight. In your office." Damian specified. "The hallway, now that's a different matter."

You frowned as you checked over Damian's knee. There was a bit of swelling, but as you examined it, you couldn't find anything wrong with it–other than the swelling.

"Ice it down tonight and put some heat on it tomorrow, and it should be fine," you said, with a sigh. "You guys need to be more careful."

"Tell that to Funko Pop over there," Damian said.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was given a big head."

There was an odd tone to JD's voice and you looked over at him, saw him smiling an almost perverted grin at you. There was unmistakably an innuendo in his choice of words.

Your face burned drastically, and you frowned again.

Damian seemed to notice and instantly tensed. "Keep the language PG in front of the lady, pendejo."

"Yes, please do," you commented uncomfortably. You went back to looking over Damian's knee and still could find nothing wrong.

"I think you're good, Damian," you said, rising to your feet. "Just ice it and then heat it like I said and rest it till the next show and it should be fine."

"Thanks, cariña. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome."

He got up and surprised you by taking a seat in one of your chairs. You gave him a puzzled look.

"I'm just staying here to make sure Funko behaves himself."

You grew even more uncomfortable. You felt as though they were competing for your attention. And that made you feel like a conquest. Right then, you decided to shun them both. You weren't going to be treated in such a way.

"Okay, have it your way," you said finally. You took out a pen light and tested JD's pupils against the light. They dilated perfectly. You performed other tests to check him for a concussion and there were absolutely no signs of a concussion at all.

"I think you're fine," you said, putting your pen light back in your pocket.

"I think you're pretty fine, too," JD flirted, his blue eyes went dark and he reached out, traced the cross necklace at your neck.

You stepped back, growing more and more uncomfortable.

"Stop it," Damian instantly said from his chair.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Seriously, I think you are… okay, JD. There are no signs of a concussion."

"Okay, chill, darlin'. It's all good."

"JD. Leave. Ahora," Damian spoke up once again and stood to his feet. His eyes flashed fire.

"Alright, mate. I'm going."

Damian grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and escorted him out of the room himself. As he shoved JD out the door, he turned and looked at you. "Would you maybe like to get some drinks tonight? After the show?"

You looked over at him and gave a slight shake of your head. "I don't know what's going on with you two, but I'm not a conquest. And I won't be treated like one. So, no. I wouldn't like to go out for drinks."

With that, you slammed the door in Damian's face and went to work on filling out the medical reports on Damian and JD.

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"Eres tan estúpido!"

Damian swatted JD on the back of his head and gave him a shove into the wall right next to Finn.

"I swear if you two don't stop it!" Rhea exclaimed. "What is going on now?"

"He screwed things up with me and Y/N," Damian spouted off. "He started hitting on her and made her think we were making her a conquest."

"Maybe you should stay out of Damian's business, JD," Finn said, "After all, he'd made it known his intentions to ask out Y/N."

"But, I wasn't asking her out, per say," JD protested. "I was only hitting on her a wee bit."

"You nearly touched her chest when you were checking out her necklace!" Damian growled, getting in JD's face. "I'd say you weren't hitting on her a "wee bit". You were nearly assaulting her!" He stepped closer, forcing JD to step back against the wall. "And now she thinks I'm a scumbag like you!"

With a roar of rage, Damian lifted JD off his feet by his throat and proceeded to choke the life out of him.

Finn, Rhea and Dom all three freaked out and began trying to get Damian to release JD. He only did when he was good and ready. Which was a full minute later. He finally set JD back on his feet.

"Now, go apologize to her. NOW!"

Nodding silently, JD left the hallway and went in search of Y/N, so he could apologize. And hopefully live after the fact.

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You were filing the reports into the file cabinet when you heard a knock at the door. Striding to the door and opening it, you saw JD McDonagh standing on the other side.

"I just want to, uh, ap-apologize." JD started before you could close the door again. "I'm sorry for d'a way I acted."

He wouldn't even look you in the eye. Some apology.

"Thank you JD. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm quite busy."

"Would you want t' catch a late dinner lat'r? After d'a show?" He asked suddenly. Hope lighting up his bright blue eyes.

"I-I don't think so, JD. I've already eaten," you lied. Why you didn't just come out and say you weren't attracted to him, you didn't know. Probably to keep from hurting his feelings.

"Oh. Well, if Damian's a problem, we don't have to let him know, ya know?"

"It's not that. I just really don't feel up to another meal."

"Okay, I see," JD smiled softly. "We can go another night. Catch ya later!" He was off down the hall before you could object to going out with him another night.

Sighing in frustration you sat down at your desk and began working on the remaining reports for the night.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Weeks passed with JD continuously badgering you for a date. You always came up with a lame reason why you couldn't, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. He seemed adamant that the reason you weren't going out with him was because of Damian's temper.

Which couldn't be further from the truth.

Damian had been nothing but kind since the night that JD and Damian were at each other's throats.

He'd come by a while after JD had, and said he was sorry, himself–in detail–not just some flimsy apology. You'd noticed that he also looked you straight in the eye and took your hand–not in a sleazy way either–giving it a gentle squeeze.

He'd won you over in the past weeks, plain and simple. He'd been there in your office when a fight broke out between Jey Uso and Drew McIntyre. If Damian had not been there to put a stop to it, you didn't know what you would've done. You were slightly shaken up because you'd never been around a fight before. Especially so up close and personal. Damian had hugged you afterwards and made sure you were okay.

He'd been coming around your office more and more hanging out, and one night he asked you out again. This time for dinner after the show.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly with a smile. You failed to mention that JD had asked you out earlier and you'd turned him down yet again. In fact, you'd not said anything about JD hitting on you at all. You didn't want to start a big row between the two.

So, later, the two of you went to a nice restaurant and had a sit-down meal so you could talk and get to know each other better. You were seated next to the restaurant's front window facing the street, and your menus were brought to you. Within minutes, you had both placed your orders and then were waiting on the food.

"So, how long have you been a trainer," Damian asked. "I heard you used to work for TNA."

"About twelve years. Yes, I worked at TNA from the time I graduated till about a month ago." You took a sip of water. "What about you? How long have you been doing this?"

"Almost nineteen years," Damian answered. "I debuted in Monster Factory Pro Wrestling and trained there for about ten years and then went on to ROH for a few years, and from there, I signed with WWE and started in NXT. I've been on the main roster for about two years and I am loving it."

"You're very good, I've seen your work here in WWE."

"Thank you. So, tell me about yourself. And how did you come to be a trainer for WWE?"

"There's not much to tell. I am single. I live alone in an apartment till I get ready to settle down and buy a house. I grew up an only child and got into athletics at a young age. Got a torn ACL playing baseball when I was fifteen and had to get out of sports due to the severity of the injury. But I had an amazing PT that helped me through the healing process, and I decided I wanted to get into the same line of work. I worked my butt off and did just that. And here I am."

Your food came then and you both decided to eat a few bites before continuing on with your conversation.

However, you didn't notice the car in the street drive by extremely slowly, a pair of blue eyes watching you both angrily…

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"I had a great time with you tonight, Y/N," Damian said, walking you to your hotel door.

"I had a great time too," you replied, giving him a shy smile. "It was really nice getting to know you better."

Damian nodded, "Do you want to go out with me again?"

You nodded, a flush creeping up your face, "I do."

"Aaaand… would it be okay to kiss you goodnight?"

You giggled, you couldn't help it. He made you feel like a school girl all over again. "Yes."

He smiled and leaned downward, instantly catching your lips with his, giving you a firm but gentlemanly kiss. No tongue. That was interesting, you thought. Most guys just rammed their tongues down your throat, no questions asked. Damian was full of surprises.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Damian."

With that, he made sure you were safe in your room, before turning and going down the hall to his own room.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

At the next show, the following night, you walked to your makeshift office and was surprised–though not deeply–to find JD standing at your door, waiting on you.

"Hi, JD… What can I do for you?"

His eyes seemed to go dark as he answered you, though he kept up a cheerful appearance. "You could let me take ya out t'night."

"I'm sorry, JD, but no." You said softly, reaching around him to unlock your office door. "I have plans tonight. I've just started seeing someone, and I don't want to discourage them by going out with someone else."

You unlocked the door and stepped into your office, but JD ddin't take the hint. He stepped into the office with you and slammed the door shut to your utter shock, and then locked the door.

"JD, get out." You said, trying to sound firm. "Unlock the door and leave."

"Let me guess, d'a mystery man is none other than Damien. Am I right? I saw ya together at d'a restaurant last night."

You tilted your chin up in defiance despite your growing trepidation. "That's none of your business. Now leave, before I scream for help."

Growing enraged, JD stepped forward and swept his hand along the surface of your desk, raking everything to the floor. Then he pounded his fist against the desk, hard. "I asked ya out too! You should be going out with me!"

"I didn't want to," your voice rose in your indignation. "You make my skin crawl!"

JD charged at you then and slapped you right across the cheek. Stunned, you fell across the desk and held your throbbing face in your hand.

"You're so in trouble now," he growled, unbuttoning his dress shirt from the collar, then undoing the wrist's buttons.

Not knowing exactly what he had planned, but not wanting to find out, you screamed, "Help me! Somebody HELLLLP!"

You knew that you were heard when the buzzing outside your door stopped. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"Y/N? Cariña, open the door!"

You rose from the desk to make a mad dash for the door, when JD latched onto your hair. "LET ME GO!"

The door was being pummeled then. "Who's in d'ere wit' her?" You heard Finn Balor faintly from behind the door.

Then Damian, "JD. It has to be. The little…"

JD ignored the bustle outside the door and bent you backward over the desk. Immediately, his mouth was on your neck.

"STOP IT!" You cried loudly, and struggled against him. He yanked your head back by your bangs, severely arching your back, and bit into your neck. You screamed in pain and fought him even more.

The pounding at the door intensified as JD licked where he bit.

"NO!" You screamed and managed to claw JD's face. He let out a furious roar of pain as he punched you square in the jaw.

Your head bounced back from the blow just as the door busted open and Damian and the rest of the Judgeement day and some policemen came bustling into the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Damian roared at JD, seeing the predicament you were in.

He lunged at JD and tackled him away from you, his face contorted in his rage.

The police stopped Damian before he could get more than a punch in, but a hard punch nonetheless.

You lay against the desk, scrambling to right yourself and fighting tears as the police handcuffed JD and prepared to drag him away from the scene.

Damian went to you, instantly pulling you into his strong embrace as JD was led away. Your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up and buckled. You fell in a dead faint as he caught you up in his arms, cradling you against his muscled chest. He immediately carried you over to the exam table and laid you on it, settling the pillow underneath your head.

"Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." His long fingers traced the already formed bruising at your jaw, rose up to the welt forming on your cheek. He also took note of the bite mark on your neck. "I want to kill him."

"Rhea grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and handed it to Damian. Finn and Dom fumbled around the medical supplies looking for smelling salts. When they finally located them, they handed them over to Damian as well. He snapped them open and waved them frantically under your nose, willing you to awaken.

You jumped awake and before your eyes even opened, your first instinct was to fight. So you did. You swung your arms out and struck out at anything that was around you.

"Hey, easy now," came Damian's soft voice. His large, warm hands caught your wrists and gently held on. "Easy, baby. You're safe."

You sobbed and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his broad shoulders as he pulled you into a close, intimate hug.

"Shh-shh… You're okay. You're okay now."

"I-I was so scared!" You couldn't stop crying to save your life. You felt another hand rubbing your back comfortingly–probably Rhea.

"I know pequeña, I know. But you're safe now. I won't let him hurt you again. I swear it."

Hunter hurried through the door then. "I just heard about what happened…" His attention turned to you in Damian's arms. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded slightly and snuggled closer into Damian's hold. His chin rested atop your head. "I'm okay now."

The police asked you so many questions your head spun but you managed to answer them all. Then you were finally free to leave and go back to your hotel room. Hunter had given you the rest of the night off–and the rest of the week if you needed it.

You went to move off the table, but Damian kept a hand on your arm to guide you. When you threatened to crumple again, he lifted you up and carried you out of the room, and all the way to his rental. Once he had you settled in the passenger's seat he turned back to the rest of the Judgement Day who'd followed him to his car. "Can one of you guys get my things out of the locker room and take them by my room? I'm staying with Y/N tonight."

Dom nodded in reply and said, "Sure, don't worry. I got this. You go take care of your girl."

With that, Damian got into the driver's seat and drove the two of you back to the hotel.

He carried you inside, and followed your directions as to where your room was. Minutes later, he was settling you on your large bed and was climbing in beside you.

"Is this okay, amor? Do you want me here, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"Here!" You cried, pulling him against you. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll be right here. Just relax and get some sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever for, cariña?"

"He'd been hitting on me for weeks. I should have told someone–you. I kept putting him off but he kept asking me out. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"It isn't your fault, sweetie. It was all him. He…has issues. But none of this was your fault."

"Thank you. For being here. For saving me. I don't know what would have happened if you'd not shown up when you did."

A tear spilled out of one of your eyes, and Damian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I couldn't let him hurt you." He leaned forward, lightly kissing away your tears. "I could fall in love with you."

His lips trailed down with a feather lightness to your mouth. He captured your lips with his and applied a soft pressure. When you didn't protest, he pulled you even closer and kissed you more deeply, gently slipping his tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth fully. You moaned softly, and encouraged him to continue by curling your fingers into his muscled biceps. Finally, he pulled back, only to find that he couldn't get enough of your taste, and moved in for another kiss. And another. Another.

"I could fall in love with you too," you uttered softly between his kisses that travled down to your neck. He gently kissed the place that JD had bitten so roughly, a show of tenderness.

"He'll never touch you again. Ever."

You smiled softly and snuggled closer against him as sleep overcame you.

THE END

Translations:

"Cariña" ~ "Sweetheart" "Eres tan estúpido!" ~ "You're so stupid!" "Despierta, cariña. Estás a salvo ahora." ~ "Wake up, sweetheart. You're safe now." "Pequeña" ~ "Little one"

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delilahcalicocat · 8 months ago

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He's Back!?-

{Rating: Fluff, Fluff, and more Fluff} {Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Reader Being Sweet.} {Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader <3}

《Summary: Cody Was Injured after the Cell match and didn't tell Y/N he was returning (I did not color code the sentences this time)》

WC: Probably 500

You cringed as you saw Seth drive the Kendo Stick into Cody's Chest, The Bruise was forever burned into your mind.

That was a year ago. Ever since then you've been thriving as a Solo Female Wrestler. You'd beaten the likes of Morgan and Bliss.

It was time for you to take a break, That was until Adam Pearce, Caught your attention and said you had to fight that night on RAW

You Walked out to the Ring begrudgingly, and had to fight Nia Jax, in a mixed tag match. Your tag partner. Was Jey Uso. Ugh.

After your Match you stood in the ring, Chest Heaving as you fought to Breathe.

Suddenly that familiar Music hit, you heard it last year... as... Cody stood victorious

No.. it couldn't be!

It was him, the smoke hit and he came from the floor. Cody Motherfucking Rhodes had come back from his injury

He came to the ring, and walked into it

"Hello Beautiful, Long time no see!" He said

"Cody! Oh my god!" You gasped

You'd ran over to hug him, only for him to kiss you.

"Aww! Cody... you didn't have to do this, you could've stayed home to heal up longer!" You pleaded with him

"Sweetie, to be honest, after that kiss I feel like I could run a 900 mile racetrack" He chuckled

"Oh you're so funny sometimes." You smile

#{♡}delilah's fics{♧}#wwe #wwe raw #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes fic

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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"This is my first time asking my requests

Can you write a poly!judgement that The reader is part of the Bloodline younger sister of The Uso's, The reader is fed up with Roman and his shenanigans then Rhea and The Judgement Day wants the reader to join them (if you don’t wanna write that, I completely understand)

thanks for the request! and sorry for the wait!

new family // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

"How many times do I have to tell you, huh?" Roman bellowed. He was angry. I suppose he had every right to be. He had to do quite a bit of convincing with Adam Pearce to get this match for me and I messed up during the peak of anticipation. My foot had gotten caught behind the rope when I was attempting to perform a corkscrew from the top rope and it was obvious. I had flailed my arms a bit out of panic and the only thing my opponent could think to do was catch me and put me through her finisher. Before I knew it, the ref finished the three count and Roman was yanking me backstage. "I worked my ass off to get this opportunity for you and you go screw it all up! You're a shit wrestler if you can't even land a corkscrew!" He scoffed out.

"I'm sorry-" I hoped an apology would slightly calm him.

"You're sorry?! How about you learn how to do your fucking job before you start apologizing to me. You're so pathetic, you know that? You're lucky you're even still in the Bloodline." Roman angrily ranted in front of me. I took a deep breath and tried not to let his words affect me.

Glancing over at my brothers, they both gave me sympathetic looks before turning their gazes away to let me finish receiving my lecture. "But, Roman-"

"Shut the hell up! You wait for me to finish speaking before you say anything!" He was entering full on tribal chief mode now.

"But-"

"What did I just say? Shut your mouth! ..." Roman's words kept coming, but they seemed to be fading out as I spotted the darker, more dominant faction approaching. The four group members of the Judgment Day stood tall and menacing behind Roman as he let his anger take control. "Finally learned how to shut your mouth, huh?" I simply ignored the taunt and let my eyes wander toward Rhea's. Roman must have noticed that my attention was no longer on him and traced my eyesight behind him.

Damian stepped forward, his taller posture creating an air of superiority. "Roman Reigns, huh? You know, I never gave much thought to you, but now... now I just know you're a scumbag." He laughed out and Finn joined him. Rhea and Dom moved closer to me, shielding me from Roman and the rest of the Bloodline.

"You okay, chica?" Dom asked. I didn't answer, my mind still reeling with panic and anger and embarrassment. "Sweetheart? Can you hear me?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face. I had never seen Dom and Rhea look so concerned.

"I'm fine..." I shrugged and stood on my tip toes to look around Rhea at the rest of the Bloodline and the still raging Roman. Rhea moved her head into my view and gently ran her hand over my arm, a look of admiration crossing her face.

"You deserve better than this, babe." Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of persuasion to it. I knew what this was. She had mentioned it one other time after Roman had one of my matches taken away. The Judgment Day wanted me to join them. I had refused the first time, brushing the situation off as if it had never happened before and it wouldn't happen again. But, then it was as if Roman started playing on a loop. He would do something horrible, take something away from me, yell at me, and even sometimes disrespect me in the ring, and the Judgment Day had taken notice. "This idiot is holding you back. If you join the Judgment Day, your career is gonna sky rocket. I swear." I tried to avoid eye contact with her, pushing down the feeling of betrayal. If I join the Judgment Day, I'm leaving my brothers behind, my family. It felt like that was everything I had ever been taught not to do.

I caught the curious gazes of my brothers as they watched the conversation between Roman, Damian, and Finn, and shifted their attention to Rhea, Dom, and I. "I can't." I said. Rhea followed my stare and immediately understood. Dom quickly motioned them over to us.

"Boys, this is your sister. And as a man with a sister myself, even though I'm currently not in contact with my family, I wouldn't let her stay in a situation like this. Not a chance. We want her to join the Judgment Day." Dom reasoned with them.

The twins looked over to me, sullen looks on their faces. "Sis, that's completely up to you, but just know.... we support you no matter what." Jimmy said, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"Yeah." Jey pulled me into a tight hug before ruffling my hair and gently shoving me away. "Get outta here. There's bigger, better things out there for you, sis. And, don't worry... We're not far behind." He smirked and walked back over to Paul Heyman with Jimmy.

"I guess I'm out of the Bloodline, then?" I asked myself.

"And the newest member of the Judgment Day, babygirl." Rhea smirked. "Welcome to the family." She hugged me close to her chest and softly kissed my head.

If this was the kind of love I was going to be shown in this new family, I could get used to it.

#rhea ripley #wwe #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #finn balor #damian priest #wwe superstars #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #damian priest x reader #the usos #the bloodline #roman reigns #poly!judgment day

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edgessunflower · 11 months ago

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hey sunshine !

What do you think of a Rhea X reader where Rhea always tease her and after a fight in the ring were Rhea was harder to her nobody can find the reader. Rhea starts panicking because she likes her secretly much. Nearly two months later she goes home to her to talk. When reader opens the door she can see that her belly got bigger (she's pregnant and her partner broke up when he found out) nobody knew it and reader tell her everything that happend and tell her that after the fight in the ring she had to go to the doc. Rhea feels so bad and tell her about her feelings. Sooo super fluff they are together in the end and she gets a girl named Rosie ❤️‍🩹🩵

Ofc hon!

Rosie

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You disappear after finding out you're pregnant and Rhea finds you two months later leading to you and Rhea becoming a couple and parents

You stand in the ring in a tag team match with Rhea against Bayley and Iyo Sky but rhea and the boys who stood ringside watching notice that you weren't yourself. Normally you dove right into a match and never backed away from minor hits but each time bayley or iyo would swing close especially towards your stomach and waist you would jump even dive away with fear in your eyes before tagging rhea in whispering in her ear as she tagged you back in that you were sorry for making her feel like you were dead weight which made a light bulb go off in her mind after she says "If you don't win this don't bother coming home", you freak out badly when iyo tries to suplex you and throw you on the ropes crying and begging both women not to which made them drop you on your feet or back as you lay wide eyed making them stand confused as you wave your hand locking eyes with bayley before she puts you in a headlock only to hear you whisper "Baby in my belly" which makes her jerk away shaking her head yelling to iyo "We're not finishing this match". Before iyo can find out why you quickly roll bayley and get the win, masking your emotions as the boys hug you feeling your heart drop at the look on rhea's face before an argument broke out immediately heading backstage throwing up from your anxiety writing a note saying you had to go to a doctor which confirmed your pregnancy leading your boyfriend of the time to leave you alone as you secretly call Hunter along with Adam Pearce to let them know of your absence which they show support for you if you needed help which warmed your heart before hanging up and crying afraid of what you were going to do as rhea finds the note and her and the boys freak out finding out that you will be on leave of absence for awhile. After two months of unanswered calls and texts rhea finally gets hunter to crack seeing that she was absolutely worried for you since she loved you dearly more than anyone could know as he tells her your new home address but not that you were currently three months pregnant as she feels relief as she knocks on the door but she feels her heart swoon and drop seeing your small bump as your eyes fill with tears pulling rhea in and telling her everything including that you have feelings for her for years but got with your boyfriend afraid of rejection but rhea pulls you into an emotional tender kiss placing her hand gently on your bump leading to an emotional night of making up for lost time with you kissing rhea's thighs and buried between her legs until the two of you were asleep waking up to her caressing your belly before she was eating you out making you feel things that you had never felt before turning to putty as she slowly kisses your thighs, all over your belly, your breasts, and then your lips "You have such a special place in my life and heart, now with this baby that has only grown and no matter what you both will have me right by your side" the two of you were over the moon of finally being together and that you were becoming parents leading to the two of you getting engaged a month before your daughter Rosie was born and then the two of you get married five months later having the life the two of you always wanted with each other.

#wwe x reader #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #wwe

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wwereaderinserts · 3 months ago

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Fem!reader is a follower of Liv since the beginning of the LMRT but instead of watching TJD go down in flames, Liv joins & is dating Dom. Liv assures reader that she still cares about her by getting them an opportunity for the tag titles as a bday present. During the match Dom is hit by Blair Davenport which distracts Liv & misses the tag by reader. After reader eats the pin she overhears Liv telling Dom he’s more important than the titles. Reader ends up suplexing Dom & then Liv.

Title: Scorned Pairing: Liv Morgan x Platonic!Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,210

You’ve been a devoted follower of Liv ever since the inception of the Liv Morgan Revenge Tour, cheering her on through every victory and setback she’s encountered. You’ve been there for her through thick and thin, but ever since Dom came into the picture, you can’t help but fear her priorities shifting, like she’ll forget about all that you’ve done for her over the months in favour of Dom instead.

Though, when she stops by your dressing room to assure you that you’re still important to her, she still cares, and that you’re still a part of this journey with her, she throws one more rather pleasant curveball in your direction, much to your surprise.

“Look, just because of everything that’s happened lately,” Liv begins, one hand on your forearm as she looks you in the eyes, “It doesn’t mean that I’ve ditched you or anything like that! In fact…”

She trails off with a grin, leaving you quirking a brow at her as you attempt to figure out exactly which direction she’s headed in with this. After the initial speech she’d given you when you’d first let her into your dressing room, you pray that it’s another positive to top everything all off with.

“You’d better get into your gear, because I talked to Adam Pearce earlier, and guess who has a shot at the tag team titles tonight with me! Best birthday present ever, huh? See, I didn’t forget about that, either! Happy birthday!”

Liv spontaneously pulls you into a hug with a wide smile on her face, swaying you back and forth. You gladly hug her back, but your brain is still playing catch up with everything she’s just laid out on you.

Laughing softly, you eventually pull back to look at her with a smile on your face that gradually grows once you’ve finally processed that Liv has managed to get you both a tag team title shot together, tonight of all nights.

“Wait, really?!” you ask, your cheeks beginning to ache with how much you’re smiling, “Liv, that’s amazing! Thank you, oh my god-”

“It’s the least I could do for the birthday girl! Come on, you’d better get ready. We’re up soon.”

The time for your match soon rolls around, and although you really should have predicted it would happen, you didn’t expect Dom to be accompanying you and Liv down to the ring. They walk arm in arm down the ramp while you straggle behind them both, and you dismiss the nagging feeling of looking like a spare part from the forefront of your mind.

Adrenaline begins to set in as you watch Alba and Isla make their way down to the ring with Blair trailing behind them to cheer them both on at ringside. You want to prove that you more than deserve this opportunity with Liv, that it means everything to you, that you’re definitely ready for this. And when the match gets underway, that’s exactly what you do.

You and Liv work seamlessly together in the first half, executing the occasional double team move with precision as well as respectively holding your own while you cheer one another on from the apron when you aren’t the legal woman.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! We got this!”

Liv cheers to you from where she stands on the apron, stomping her foot against the steel steps while she attempts to amp you up for a hot tag halfway through the match. You clamber up onto your knees, recovering from a rather heavy hit from Alba, who’s almost made it to her own corner to tag Isla in.

What you don’t see, however, is Dom scrambling up onto the apron to flag the referee down in hopes of providing a distraction, making him miss your opponents’ tag. To an extent, it works, and the referee does miss the initial tag, but it also massively backfires on Dom, too.

Blair, having had enough of his tactics, sweeps Dom’s legs from under him, sending him tumbling to the floor outside the ring. She continues stomping him outside the ring, ensuring that he stays down, and Liv decides that she can’t simply sit back and watch it happen. Liv hops off the apron and charges towards Blair at light speed, forcing her to retreat, all while leaving you in the ring to fend for yourself, the odds now stacked against you.

“Liv, what the- I need you here!”

You yell at her, but she’s too occupied with Dom to even spare a glance towards you, sitting in the corner waiting on her. Alba makes a successful tag to Isla this time around, and they both seize the opportunity to land a devastating double team move on you to put you out for good.

One…two…three!

The bell rings once you’ve taken the fall, and you’re left there in the centre of the ring, staring up at the lights in the arena, processing what had just transpired. Liv left you out to dry mid-match in favour of Dom, and it massively cost you.

When you come to, you roll onto your stomach and slowly crawl to the side of the ring where Liv and Dom still remain outside, with Liv fussing over him. You lean over the bottom rope, prepared to rapid fire questions that sit on the tip of your tongue towards an unsuspecting Liv, but what you hear stops you dead in your tracks.

“It doesn’t even matter, Dom,” she tells him, slowly helping him back up to his feet, “You’re way more important to me than the titles, anyway.”

Liv’s words hit harder than a punch to the gut. After everything you’ve done for her, all the loyalty you’ve shown her right from the very beginning, how could she turn around and say something like that?

Seeing red, you roll out of the ring to stand behind them, fueled by a mix of emotions as you gauge exactly what your next move is about to be. You act purely on impulse, reaching out to Dom first of all to rip him away from Liv before you execute a devastating suplex on him outside the ring. The crowd are behind you all the way as you do, roaring with cheers and an outpour of support for you.

Liv gasps, her eyes wide in shock as she slowly swivels around to face you. She tries to run around the ring from you, but you’re too quick for her. You catch hold of her, and without missing a beat, you deliver a suplex to her outside the ring, too, while the crowd erupts into another bout of cheers as you stand over Liv.

“I didn’t want to believe it, Liv,” your words are full of venom as you spit them at her, “But deep down, I was right. After everything I’ve done for you! Dom’s all that matters to you now, huh?!”

You see the realisation dawn on Liv in that moment, that you’re done with her, that this was the final nail in the coffin for you. You kneel down, becoming more level with Liv as you look her dead in the eyes, your next words final.

“I hope it’s all worth it, Liv. Because I’m done with you.”

#liv morgan x reader #wwe fic #wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #livxreader

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bubbleswrld · 11 months ago

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Damian Priest Imagine

TW: Damian Priest X Shy! Wrestler! Reader, reader is POC (black), reader has anxiety, legal age-gap between reader and Damian, platonic! Rhea X reader

Y/N paced back and forth as she waited for her music to hit. She had a promo with Rhea Ripley and although they rehearsed it, she had stage fright. Rhea was already in the ring, talking a big game about how everyone was below her since no one had beater her for her belt. Y/N's music hit and she shook away her jitters before grabbing a mic and sauntering onto the ramp. "You're only at the top because you're hound dogs always protect you." Y/N cut off the raven hair woman. She climbed mat and stepped under the second rope. "With or without them, I can still beat your ass, Y/N." Rhea chuckled. "So why you duckin' my fade, mami?" Y/N asked as she smirked but the words came out shaky; she just hoped the fans didn't pick up on it.

"If you couldn't handle a simple interview, what makes you think you can beat me for MY title?" Rhea got in Y/N's face, albeit, she had to crane her neck to Y/N's short height. Rhea picked up on her shortened breaths and hoped being close to the girl calmed her a bit.

"Cause unlike y-you, I won't need back up when I'm whoopin' that ass!"

Y/N dropped the mic and threw the first punch; that was supposed to stun her opponent and knock her off her feet but the most it did was make her stumble two feet. Rhea tried to sell the move as best as she could by sliding down the buckles and rolling out the ring. Y/N climbed the buckles and struck her pose. She quickly got out of the ring and tried to get up the ramp whilst holding in tears knowing she fucked up the spot. Fans were cheering for her and tapping her as she passed, even holding out their phones for pictures.

The water works started before she could even leave the ramp but she had to turn and hit her final mark. Y/N wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face the crowd before scurrying backstage.

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Rhea had went on a search for her friend to see what had went wrong but nobody had seen Y/N since the promo. Damian was supposed to be on his way to the hotel earlier that night but after seeing the prom, he too was looking for the younger girl. "Randy, have you seen Y/N?!" Damian asked as he spotted the fellow wrestler coming up the hallway. "I think she was headed to medics--"

Damian and Rhea reached medics at the same time where they found Y/N huddled up on a gurney, struggling to breathe. Adam Pearce was beside her trying his best to calm her down but that just seemed to be making it worst. Y/N had been stressed out for the past few weeks dealing with training, back to back shows and personal issues pertaining to her family. It was a miracle that she had lasted that long without an anxiety/ panic attack. "C'mon bunny, ya gotta breathe. Follow my breathing." Y/N quickly clung to Damian as the loudest sob echoed through her tiny body.

"I f-fucked up b-bad."

She could barely get out her words.

"Nobody is mad at you, hon."

Rhea tried to console the girl.

The young girl was wheezing, grasping at her chest and throat. The medic finally came with a dose of meds to sedate the girl.

"Mi amor. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." Damian kissed his girl's head and laid her on the gurney as she mellowed out. "What happened out there, Rhea?" Adam asked. He was fond of the girl; although she was a shy one, she brought light to everyone's day. He needed to know what triggered her.

"She was antsy before the promo, she did okay with it up until the spot... I saw her start to break."

Damian swiped her braids out of her face and ran his hand across her cheeks as if to let her know he was still there. "She mentioned something about family issues the other day." Dominik popped up. Damian muttered a quiet "Fuck."

"Take her back to the hotel; if she isn't better by Wednesday, I'm gonna pull her from the house show and from next week." Adam stated as he began to pace back and forth. "I need to be here for Rhea." Y/N slurred. "Bunny, you need to rest; the match will be here when you get back." Damian picked her up and left the room. He took her back to the hotel and got her cleaned up before tucking her in.

That was an abrupt ending... yikes. I might rewrite it later.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #tjd #the judgement day #wwe #wwe x reader #rhea x reader

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sydsaint · 8 months ago

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Just got a thought! How do you think Nick Aldis and Adam Pearce would react to assistant! reader wearing something a little more risque to work and maybe a superstar insults the both of them and she becomes bold and puts the star back in their place

My fav pair of old men in charge of things <3

Summary: Reader shows up to WrestleMania weekend with a special surprise for her favorite bosses. And a determination to not let anything ruin their Mania weekend.

It's Wrestlemania weekend, aka the busiest weekend of the year for WWE. And you're about to be late for work.

You zoom past the security checkpoint and imediatly make a b-line for the GM office that Pearce and Aldis are sharing for the weekend.

"I'm here!" You burst through the door just in time. "I'm here. Whew, I can't believe that I made it." You calm yourself when you see that you're just barely made it to your post before the top of the hour.

Nick looks up from his phone when you come busting through the door. "Ah, YN. I was just about to text and make sue that you were alright." He informs you and puts his phone away. "Oh, and don't you look lovely tonight." He takes notice of the enticing lowcut top and pants that mind as well be painted on that you're wearing.

"Thanks." You grin and blush slightly. "I wanted to make sure I looked good for the show since it's Mania." You explain. "And I'm so sorry that I was almost late." You add. "I had an appointment that I couldn't miss or reschedule earlier today."

"It's alright." Nick shrugs. "You made it just in time, which is all that I care about, frankly." He admits. "What kind of appointment did you need to keep on a Saturda? If you don't mind me asking." He asks you with a raised brow.

You smile to yourself, excited to show off your new look to Nick, and eventually Adam when you see him.

"It's sort of a surprise." You breifly explain. "Last weekend while I was back home? I hung out with a girlfriend to celebrate her birthday. She went out and got her boobs pierced to celebrate, and I went with her." You crack a small michevious smile.

You watch Nick's eyes imediatly flit down to your chest and you can't help but laugh. "It's not what you think." You giggle.

"Oh." Nick coughs. "Forgive me then. That was rude of me to stare like that." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Stare all you'd like, sweetie." You wink with another giggle. "It's nothing that you haven't seen before, right?" You tease him.

Nick chuckles at your playfullness and Adam finally pops into the room, back from wherever he was at. He shuts the door behind him firmly with a stressed frown, but relaxes when he notices you standing with Nick.

"YN! You're here finally." Adam walks over to you. "And all dressed up, I see." He oggles your outfit intently.

"Yes, she does look stunning, doesn't she?" Nick agree's. "And apparently she's also got something to show, right, YN?" He turns his gaze back on you.

You nod and move so that you're standing between the GM's and repeat your tale about going with your friend to get her nipples pierced with her. The story earns the same curious look from Adam that it did Nick, and you laugh again.

"It's not that." You assure Pearce. "Not this time, anyway." You tease with a playfull smile. "However, I did get this done." You finally reveal your special surprise by sticking your tongue out of your mouth to show off the stud now embeded into it.

"You got your tongue pierced?" Adam is the first one to respond.

You nod and return your tongue to your mouth. "Yep! I also got some work done on that tattoo on my thigh, but it's covered by a bandage and my pants right now." You add.

You glance between Nick and Adam to gauge their reactions. Nick seems to be pleasently intrigued by your new piercing. And Adam seems to be a bit flabberghasted by it.

"Well, I think that it suits you." Nick finally speaks up. "I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of being with a woman with a tongue stud." He admits. "But, the implications do intrigue me." He grins at you playfully.

You giggle and turn back to Pearce. "What about you, Adam?" You ask him. "What do you think?"

"I think that you love to push the agenda, don't you sweetheart? Keep me on my toes?" Adam replies with a small chuckle.

"It's my favorite thing." You joke with a laugh. "Now! Don't we have a stellar WrestleMania weekend to kick off?" You ask the pair. "I believe that NXT's Stand and Deliver show should be coming to an end."

Adam and Nick nod in agreement, and everyone parts ways to get some work done before Mania night 1 starts. You head down to the production truck to check up on things while Nick and Adam both check on their respective shows.

On your way back from the production truck, you run into Nick's troublemaker United States champion, Logan Paul. And Logan's not alone. This time around he's brought along his new entourage in Grayson Waller and Austin Theory.

"YN! Woah, look at you!" Logan's gaze rakes over your body, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Who are you all dressed up for, babe?" He asks you.

"Certainly not you." You quip back. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your triple threat with Randy and Kevin?' You ask him, a hand on your hip.

Logan scoffs, that smug expression never faltering from his face. "I stay ready, sweetheart." He grins and flashes the title belt hanging off his shoulder proudly.

"I'm sure." You snark back. "Can I help you with something?" You ask. "Because if you haven't noticed, since I know that you think the world revolves around you, it's Mania weekend. And everyone is busy." You remind him.

"Whatever." Logan scoffs again. "There's plenty of better looking girls around here that are way less work than you." He sneers at you.

You roll your eyes. "Well I pray for any poor girl that happens to catch your attention tonight." You snark back at him. "Have a nice night, Logan. Good luck in your triple threat. You're going to need it." You add with a grin before walking off.

You hear Grayson and Austin consoling Logan as you walk off and it puts a smile on your face. You return to the office where Nick and Adam are chatting about something or other.

"YN. I trust you had a productive trip?" Nick asks you while you shut the door behind you.

"Everything's good in the production truck." You report. "And I am happy to let you know that our United States champion is feeling his usual self-entitled and confident self."

Nick and Adam share a small knowing look regarding your tone of voice. They smile at each other knowingly before returning to the task at hand while they wait for Logan to show up to complain about you later.

#wrestling #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe x reader #nick aldis #adam pearce #nick aldis x reader #adam pearce x reader #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #syd's wrestling fics

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kylefletchersgf · 4 months ago

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Trish stratus x reader (fem)

Could you write something like when Trish turns on Becky,Becky begs reader to pick her side but reader doesn’t even think before picking Trish so whenever Becky is near them Trish rubs it in Becky’s face(by like getting really touching or something)

love your writing btw 😸😸

★ღ♔『She Chose Me』★ღ♔

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[Summary]: Trish and Becky made you choose between them and Becky couldn’t convince you enough so you chose Trish so Trish rubs it in Becky’s face

[Tw!]: angst, gxg, any mistakes I might have

[Word Count]: 1.1k

[Taglist]: @annasjays @nev-danielgarciawife

If you want to be added to the tag list let me know

Y/r/n= Your ring name

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You walked into the arena torn at the news that Adam Pearce gave you the previous week; ‘Trish is going to turn on Becky and you have to choose who you want to stay with’. This was hard for you because off screen you loved both women equally which makes it so much harder to choose, you was stuck in your mind; Trish had your heart first then there’s Becky. You walked into their shared locker room until the plan went into action later that night, you looked at them “hey Becks, hey Trish” you said as they smiled back.

You stayed in the locker room until your head started having thoughts zoom in and out of it so you told them you was going to ‘get something to drink in catering’, you got to catering looking around for Dakota Kai; she was your go to person when you needed to vent, since Nxt you and her became close, even inseparable. You pulled her to the side and she knew that was your sign that you needed to vent, she looked over at you “what’s wrong love?” She asked rubbing your arm. “I’m stressed out so much right now Dakota.”

“What’s up?” “So you know the storyline I’m in.. it’s stressing me out you know I love both of them but how do I know who to choose?” “Love you know I’m going to give you honest advice, if I was in your situation even though the head and the heart don’t agree go to which ever one your heart calls out trust me it’ll be easier to listen to your heart it knows what you really want Y/n” “thank you I will follow my heart” you said hugging her then grabbing a drink going back to the locker room.

You walked in shutting the door behind you “who do y’all fight tonight?” You asked as Trish looked at Becky. “Yeah Becks who do we fight tonight?” Becky looked at you and Trish thinking about who they were fighting tonight “we fight Zoey and Shayna” Becky said standing up. You took a sip of your drink thinking about the advice Dakota Kai gave to you to help you choose between the two even if they lost their match tonight. “When do we go out there?” “After Rhea’s promo calling out Charlotte” “got ya” you said getting tv ready still nervous.

When Rhea was done you, Trish, and Becks made your way to the ring as you sat at the commentary table. “Right here joining us at the commentary table we have Y/r/n with us, thank you for joining us” Michael Cole introduced you. “Thank you for having me Cole and Corey” you replied happily as Shayna’s theme started playing while her and Zoey walked out together. Cole looked over at you and asked “Y/r/n, have you seen the tension with Becky and Trish and who do you pick to go with?” When he asked that you froze in your tracks.

You looked over at Cole not knowing what to say so you had to think about it but before you could answer Graves yelled out “oh! What a brutal knee to Becky by Shayna Baszler” which turned the attention back to the match. Thank goodness for Graves that gave you time to avoid the question until you have to answer it when they did the promo after the match. While the match was still going you kept thinking about the advice Dakota Kai gave you; ‘listen to your heart it knows what you really want Y/n’ as you sighed sadly.

Becky tapped out to Shayna’s Kirafuda Clutch making you face palm and Trish shake her head disappointingly, Trish got two microphones handing one to Becky as you took the headset off joining them in the ring standing in the middle of both of them. Trish put the microphone to her mouth “sorry we didn’t get the win, we just lost the titles to Shayna and Zoey Stark” she said the last part pissed off looking straight at Becky. Becky put the microphone to her mouth looking at both you and Trish “I’m sorry guys, this one’s on me” she sighed.

Trish looked at Becky “so Becky I’m done I’m not gonna be wrestling that much longer anymore” she ‘cried’ to hide the fact that she was going to turn. “Y/r/n, honey who do you choose to go with? Leave with me? Or go with Becky?” Becky looked over at you but before she could talk Trish cut her off “she lost our match Y/r/n and look at what happened with her and Charlotte, do you really want to be around that honey?” She asked as Becky begged you to stay while the crowd was like ‘oohhhh’ at what Trish said.

While the advice that Dakota Kai gave you played in your head you didn’t even hesitate to pick Trish. Becky looked at the both of you distraught and confused and probably so many more emotions that you couldn’t read but would know if she told you. Before she could even ask you why Trish beat her up to the point to where she couldn’t move and was holding her ribs in pain, that right there was your and Trish’s heel turn. You was put in this storyline because you couldn’t wrestle because you hurt your leg when you got injured.

You got injured when you wrestled Sonya at a house show and you landed wrong on your leg causing you to wear a boot, but there’s no bad blood between you and Sonya. The love triangle ended because you was close to being healed soon so Adam had to start writing out your matches and your new storyline with Trish since the trio just now turned into a duo. You and Trish was booed by the fans as you both walked backstage together leaving a beat up Becky in the ring as medical staff walked past you to get her.

Over the past few weeks whenever Becky was around you Trish would rub it in her face that you chose her; she would hug you, put her arm around you, or hold your hands when telling you something, etc. petty stuff like that. Ever since that happened Becky’s been avoiding you and even stopped talking to you outside of wresting, you get it that it was a storyline but ignoring you outside of wrestling? That’s a bit over reacting to you, but who cares you’re not forcing her to talk to you, but it did hurt you a little bit.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 3 months ago

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●CM Punk x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing in gorilla with Drew Mcintyre, I look up at him nervous. He runs his knuckles and fingers across my chin while looking deep into my eyes.

"You will be okay my little flower. We will show your man Punk who you really belong to. Me."

He grabs my arm holding it tight as he drags me out with him when his theme hits the arena. I am about a foot shorter than him so I am trying my best to walk with him.

"Punk! Punk!"

We walk down to the side of the ring as Drew is holding a microphone in one hand and my bicep in the other hand.

"Drew! Why do you have Y/N?!"

Drew smirks, laughs, squeezes my arm causing me to yell in pain as he looks up at Punk.

"My little flower? I am keeping her until I get what I want from you Punk. But we have to wait til you are cleared."

"Well Drew. I am cleared!"

The crowd roars in excitement as I stare up at Punk. Drew blows a breath out of his nose and grips my arm tightly causing me to yell in pain again.

"Give me what I want than!"

"Woah. Woah. Woah. Guys!"

The crowd quiets hearing another male voice boom throughout the arena. Drew turns seeing Adam Pearce coming down the ramp.

"Drew. Punk. We are not doing this now."

Adam climbs into the ring motioning for me and Drew to get in the ring. Drew pushes me towards the stairs and walk up them onto the apron. I quickly climb in the ring and run over behind Punk before Drew can grab me again.

"Y/N! My little flower! What are you doing?!"

"She's mine Drew. Back off. You want this match? You got it. Let's go right now."

"No no no Punk. We are not doing this now. You want this match. Drew wants this match. You got it! At Summerslam! You two so much as lay a hand on each other before than, the match is off. Whoever throws the first punch, will be suspended indefinitely. Do I make myself clear?"

Drew shakes his head, drops the microphone, blows me a kiss than climbs out of the ring. I have my hands on Punk's sides looking at Drew with a disgusted face. Punk turns and puts his hands on the sides of my face with my hands still on his hips.

"You okay babygirl? I am so sorry he got you involved in this."

"I'm okay. Happy to be back with you."

He kisses my nose making me smile than we celebrate with the crowd as they go to commercial.

#wwe #writing #imagines #wrestling imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe fiction #wwe fluff #wwe fic #cm punk imagine #cm punk fanfic #cm punk fic #cm punk fanfiction #cm punk imagines #cm punk #drew mcintyre #charley's fics

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athanwritesthings · 10 months ago

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Bad News || Fem!Reader x Wade Barrett

Summary: You're in over you head again tonight, and, in the chaos of it all, end up with a busted and bruised lip that wasn't planned for. --word count: 910. -- warnings/tw: mentions of bl00d. -- A/N: i'm a bit rusty on writing as it's been ages, though i'm convinced to try and make a few chapters/parts/continuation of this. it's a bit shorter than i hope, but enjoy nonetheless!

On multiple occasion, I had found myself in a situation I shouldn't of been in. A fight was an often occurrence between myself and Rhea, a consistent thorn in the other's side. Often enough, I was told I always had a knack for indirectly instigating things I shouldn't, even if it wasn't my intention in the first place.

Our fights accompanied nearly half of our interactions, and it was always a flip flop on if we'd actually get into a brawl or not. In this instance though, in all of the chaos, in all of the fighting, I hadn't been careful enough, lucky enough, to miss a punch from Rhea, leading my own lips to her balled up fist.

I had stumbled back, shocked at the sudden connection, before the actual thought crossed my mind that she had done it, Rhea bloody Ripley had punched me. It was a solid five seconds before my body and mind synced, my body finally moving to attack back, not realizing my lip, now busted, and soon, bruised, had begun gushing blood.

It didn't take long for security and other staff to rush in upon hearing the scuffle, followed with us yelling at the top of our lungs at the other as they pulled us apart.

"Break it up, ladies, break it up!" Yelled the all too familiar voice of Pearce, not daring to step too in the middle, yet help as much as he could. It almost had gotten to the point that Rhea slipped out to come for another punch, only to be yanked back again and, this time, officially held back.

"You're dead meat, Hendrix! Dead meat!" Rhea's voice had yelled at me, through the sudden wave of workers. "I'm going to kick your ass!"

I scoff, laughing and smiling through the blood that ran like a river from my lip. "I'd like to see you try!" I snipped back at her, security pulling me the opposite direction.

Once the scuffle was under control, it didn't take long for Adam to bark orders, demanding security took me to medical to get treated. One of the medical personnel, Jason was his name, I believe, started quickly on getting the bleeding stopped, a couple other personnel helping as they could.

Adam, once he had ensured Rhea was gone and no longer near, came into medical soon after, my gaze, dark and unhappy, landing on him as he walked in. At this point, the bleeding had been stopped, and they were cleaning the wound. "So good news is, you and Rhea are battling this out next week, should your busted lip be better." He starts, hands on his hips. Does he really think a match will solve everything that's happened up to this moment? I thought to myself, before shrugging off the thought.

I stick my head out at him slightly, as I waited, expecting to hear some sort of bad news to come from him, yet none came. "Is there… any bad news?" Uncertainty laced my voice, keeping still as much as I could for Jason.

"Not exactly." There was this look on Adam's face, knowing there wasn't anything that was particularly bad from his part, but yet, couldn't really say if whatever was to happen was bad or not. That was reassuring. "Wade's not exactly happy." I roll my eyes, Jason stepping aside for a moment, grabbing an ice pack to hand me. 'You'll have some swelling and bruising, holding this to your lip for a little,' he told me. No doubt that Wade managed to get Saxxton to sit in for him. "As soon as he saw your busted lip on the screen, he wanted back here."

"That adds up…" I thank Jason as he steps aside. It didn't take long to hear Wade's demanding voice approaching, thundering through the hallways. My head swings to the open door, seeing Wade's frame come into the doorway. His face is in a scowl, as usual in situations like this.

In a couple long strides, he stood in front of me, his pointer finger and thumb pinching my chin as he lifts my head up, instinctively moving the ice pack away from my lip. "You are always bad news, you know that? How do you keep getting into these situations?" Anger tinged Wade's voice, yet it sounded like his voice had softened and quieted at the same time. "I tell you to not get into situations like this."

I can't do anything else but stare. Wade's own gaze was focused on gauging my busted lip, yet my eyes watched his. For a man so angry at me, the concern was comforting, despite him calling me bad news. On many occasion, Wade would parade around and say he'd come back to wrestle, just so he'd be around me to ensure I had some level headedness in my life and that I was protected.

As much as that was wished for by myself, I knew better. He loved his role as a commentator, and that was something I didn't want to see him set aside for me.

Wade's gaze connects with mine, an almost unreadable look in them as he stared at me. His voice low, he says one simple thing to me, one simple thing that stuck, his almost vindictive tone shining through. "If this can all simply be avoided by me being back out there wrestling with you and protecting you… Don't you dare think for one second that I won't pull on those boots again, Amaya…"

#wwe fanfiction #wwe #wade barrett #wade barrett x reader #wwe x reader #wwe x y/n

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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Hi I love ur writing so much and I was wondering if you’d write something for poly judgment day with overstimulation and like the reader crying but In a good way u know.

thank you!! I appreciate that and I'm glad you enjoy it:)))

kept waiting // poly!judgment day x fem!interviewer! reader

SMUT - MINORS DNI

I hadn't planned on doing this. In fact, it was completely unexpected. The members of the Judgment Day had made it clear that they were going to be the ones to give me a ride back to the hotel from the arena after the show was finished and I had every intention of leaving with them. Unfortunately for me, my boss had other plans.

He had scheduled me for an interview at the last moment with the winner of the main event and I had no choice but to comply. There was no time for me to contact any of the four people waiting on me, so I was simply hoping they would stick around till I was finished.

I ended the quick interview with a small congratulation to the winner and swiftly headed toward the exit. Once outside, I immediately spotted the dark group, looks of annoyance painted on all of their faces.

"Sorry, guys! I had to do a last minute interview-" I began to apologize, but Rhea was quick to cut me off.

"Get in the car. We've been ready to leave for thirty minutes now." She spoke with a frustrated tone. I muttered another apology and climbed into the car. The ride to the hotel was silent and tense.

Once we arrived, the boys gathered all of the luggage while Rhea dragged me along to check in at the front desk. I sat on a sofa while Rhea managed the reservation, occasionally shifting my gaze outside to see if the boys needed any help.

The three men lugged all of the suitcases inside the hotel lobby and waited for Rhea and I over by the elevators. Glancing up, I noticed Rhea had been given the key cards and she was already walking back over to me.

We made our way over to the boys and gathered into an elevator in silence. The faint music played in the background as an eerie reminder that the members of the Judgment Day were not in good moods. I clambered out into the hallway once the doors slid open enough for me to escape and held out a hand towards Rhea.

"Can I have my room key, please?" I quietly asked. She scoffed in annoyance before grabbing onto my wrist and pulling me down the hallway. Helplessly stumbling over my feet, we stopped in front of a room door and Rhea pulled out her key card.

Swinging the door open, she allowed Damian to set her luggage inside the room and smirked before saying, "We switched up the room arrangements. You'll be staying in my room tonight. The boys will be back in a few minutes to help."

I stood and watched as Damian also placed my suitcase inside the room, soon asking, "What are they helping with?". The boys walked over to their own room as Rhea gently pushed me inside and closed the door.

"You'll see. Just wait on the bed." Rhea smirked and lightly shoved me onto the bed. Nervously, I watched as she moved around the room doing little things here and there before there was a knock at the door. I noticed the mischievous grin on her face as she let the boys inside. They all gathered around the bed and I cautiously looked around at them.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" I directed my question toward Dom who instantly looked at Rhea to respond.

She leaned down to get closer to me and whispered, "We don't like to be kept waiting." I opened my mouth to ask what she meant by that before I remembered how they had to wait thirty minutes for me to finish working. "And after tonight," She moved some hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek. "You'll never be late again." I felt her lips on my neck as she started to work on leaving marks. "Understood?"

"But it wasn't my fault! Adam Pearce wanted me to take the last interview, I swear!" I attempted to defend myself.

Damian grabbed my jaw and slowly kissed me. "You could've told him you had people waiting on you, princesa. He would have found someone else to take the interview." He lightly scolded you.

"But-" My rebuttal was interrupted by Finn shushing me. Him and Dom worked on getting my heels off, lightly kissing their way up my legs. I whimpered as their hands roamed my upper thighs.

Dom leaned over me to give me a quick kiss. "We're gonna keep you waiting just like what you did to us, baby." He pecked my lips once more before hiking my dress up to my waist.

"It was all Dom's idea in the first place." Rhea chuckled. She pulled her face away from my neck and smiled down at me. "He didn't like the fact that you were in there being all friendly with someone while you left us out in the cold." She snarled, yanking my dress all the way off my body.

I shivered at the cool air brushing my skin, small goosebumps rising to the surface. "It's my job! What was I supposed to do?" I protested.

"Quiet." Finn demanded and dragged my panties down my legs, his hand coming up to gently scratch the inside of my thigh. "I believe we decided on thirty minutes. Right, lads?" Damian and Dom nodded while Rhea's smirk grew.

"That's right, Finn. Thirty minutes that we-" Damian tweaked my nipple with his fingers. "Are going to play with that pretty pussy as much as we want, and you..." His hand groped my breast harshly as his lips lowered to my ear. "Well, sweetheart. You won't be cumming at all." The smile he wore was sadistic and mean.

I gave them all my best puppy dog eyes before murmuring, "Totally not fair." Dom rolled his eyes in annoyance, quickly moving his head in between my legs and licking a stripe through my folds. I gasped at the sudden action. He pulled himself away and I watched as the three other members of the group gathered near the end of the bed, their eyes all shifting in between my legs.

"Go ahead, Dom Dom. You can take the first turn." Rhea ruffled his hair and gently pushed him back to lay on the bed in front of me. As soon as he was situated, his tongue started lapping at my clit. I moaned out as the pleasure coursed through me, my hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.

"No, baby." Rhea tutted and grabbed my hands. "You're not allowed to touch us tonight." I whimpered as Dom flicked his tongue against me, too busy to notice Rhea tying my hands to the bed post with her purple bandana.

I whined as I felt the pleasure building up in me. "Dom Dom, please." My breathing picked up as I yanked at the bandana. Just as I was about to reach my climax, he pulled his head away and grinned at me.

"Tastes so good, chica." He admired his work on my pussy by gently running his fingers through my folds. I shivered when he brushed my clit. "I'll be back for seconds after these guys get their turns." Dom winked and moved off the bed only to be replaced by Finn.

His fingers worked to spread me out, making my pussy more visible for everyone. I shyly looked away as they all stared at my body. Rubbing his thumb back and forth on my clit, I moaned as I could already feel the sensitive tingle taking place. Finn pinched at the bundle of nerves before using more of his fingers to rub in fast circles. Feeling the build up in my stomach again, I shut my eyes tight and let out a moan, but quickly cut myself off with a gasp as Finn pulled his fingers away.

"No, please! I was so close." I pouted. The four of them chuckled at my state of distress.

"Don't start whining yet, baby. We're not even close to being done." Damian said in a demeaning tone. He replaced Finn on the bed, his tongue diving between my folds. I moaned out as I could already feel my climax quickly approaching again.

Damian lifted his head, let a drop of his spit fall onto my pussy, and smeared it around with his fingers. Letting out a high pitched whine, my body jerked at the overstimulating sensation. "Please! Please can I come? Please?" The words fell out of my mouth quickly as I could feel myself reaching the edge.

My orgasm was ruined as Damian pulled himself away with a smirk. Tears started to build up in my eyes as I caught my breath. My core was throbbing after being edged three times already.

"Aww. You gonna cry for us, pretty girl?" Rhea cooed as she came face to face with my pussy. "Go ahead. You know how much Mami loves it when you cry for her." She kissed my clit and I whimpered. "Such a good girl for us."

All of sudden, she thrusted two of her fingers inside of me, immediately finding a fast rhythm to pump them in and out. She used her lips to suck hard on my clit, pulling moans and sighs from my mouth. I writhed on the bed under her assault, feeling the coil wind up in my stomach again. The tears were rolling down my cheeks as she only worked faster. Dom came over, kissing and licking at the tear streaks while petting my hair. "Mami, please! I'm gonna come!" I cried out.

She pulled away and harshly slapped my pussy. "No, you're not." I watched as she leaned over me to untie my hands from the bed post, pulling me to sit up once I was free. "Dom, I believe you wanted seconds?" Rhea motioned for Dom to come over to us.

Damian sat on the bed next to me and Rhea positioned me so that I was laid on my stomach across one of his legs, my upper body lying between his arm and side. Mami came around so she could face me and instantly began kissing me, her hands raking through my hair. My lips parted as I gasped, Dom's tongue working feverishly against me. Damian's hands were massaging my sides as I heard a familiar buzzing sound. "Ready, lass?" Finn asked.

"Ready for what-" I inhaled sharply as he brought the vibrator to my clit. More tears gathered in my eyes as the sensations became overwhelming.

"You're such a pretty girl when you're crying for us." Mami placed a soft kiss on both of my eyelids. "Our sweet babygirl." She kissed me again, her tongue fighting its way into my mouth.

I moaned loudly as I was brought to the brink once more. "Please let me come! I'll never be late again-" Dom and Finn both pulled away and I immediately broke down. My sobs rang throughout the room as my pussy throbbed. "No, no, no..." I repeatedly mumbled. "Mami, please! I'm sorry I was late!" Rhea shut me up with another quick kiss.

"Quiet, babydoll. You gotta learn your lesson." She said as she circled back around to face the boys. Damian chuckled as he pulled me up to sit on his lap, tears still continuously streaking down my cheeks as sobs weakly shook through my body. He leaned me back so I was facing the rest of the group and his hands held my legs open.

Finn licked his lips before bringing his hand to my pussy again and rubbing in fast circles. I threw my head back against Damian's shoulder as I cried out in overstimulation. "Finn... please..." I sobbed.

Him and Dom took turns bringing me to the edge over and over again until I was a mumbling mess.

"Alright, boys. I think she's had enough." Rhea snickered. Damian put my legs down and gently patted my pussy, his fingers sneakily running through my arousal. My body jerked at the action and he laughed before kissing my head.

"I love it when she cries." Dom muttered in awe, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks, the pads of his thumbs swiping at my still falling tears.

"Don't we all, Dom." Rhea agreed. "C'mon, beautiful. Let's clean you up." My eyes widened as I realized they were finished. They were being serious earlier when they told me I wouldn't be finishing tonight.

My mouth opened and closed in a loss of words. "But, Mami-" I shut my mouth when she gave me a pointed look. "Dom?" I looked to Dom to see if he felt any pity. He merely shook his head and shrugged at me. "Finn?" My voice was weak and soft from the amount of crying that had ensued. He patted my leg before kissing my cheek.

"This is part of your lesson, love. We told you that you weren't allowed to come tonight." He said while standing up.

"Damian, please... I need it." I looked up at the man behind me, his resolve fading only slightly before Rhea came back with a wet washcloth.

"Stop tempting the boys. None of us are letting you get off tonight. You gotta learn the hard way." She leaned down to kiss me before she kneeled to clean the mess between my legs. "Talk to Mami, baby. Are you ever going to keep us waiting again?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

I instantly shook my head, a few more tears falling down my cheeks, murmuring, "No, Mami. Promise." I quietly sobbed as she finished cleaning me up, her soft hands coming to smooth my tears away. She gently kissed my cheek before helping me lay down in the bed.

The boys quietly left the room and Rhea got comfortable in the bed behind me. "Goodnight, pretty girl." She maneuvered her leg in between mine, right up against my pussy.

This was going to be a sleepless night.

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itjazzbicch · 2 years ago

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Small Confessions

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader, being long-time friends with Drew McIntyre and Sheamus, is hurt deeply by their fighting, trying to remind them of their friendship just to be shut down and more hurt by Sheamus, walking off before Drew can step in. So, Drew visits her at home, reminding her that they are best friends, and ends up sharing a small confession with her…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Drinking, Swearing, Hairpulling, bit of rough sex, creampie)

Word Count: 2.2k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Drew! Sheamus!"

Why did Adam Pearce even bother anymore? It's been how long that Drew and Sheamus have been fighting non-stop, anywhere, any time.

Deep inside, it did pain me because once upon a time, we were a trio of true friends with big dreams that we all got to accomplish together. Now, this? Just constant fighting? They must've forgotten that I was still here.

"Sorry they're like this Adam," I sighed, marching over and yanking Drew by the hair, Sheamus by the ear, yelling, "Don't you two ever get sick of fighting one another?!"

Adam was watching in shock, wishing he came to me a long time ago as I clanked their heads together hard, then tossed them to the floor on their butts.

"What happened to being best friends, no matter what?" I snapped, looking between the two groaning and rubbing their heads, "Going from nothing to something together! What happened to it? Now, you two fight and bicker like little kids! Get a grip. It's already bad enough that you two almost lost your Money in The Bank spots! Just cut it out, for the love of Pete!"

"Oh, don't ya start ya stuff, Y/N!" Sheamus rose to his first, scoffing at me, "This doesn't concern you, so buzz off!"

"All I want is for us to be friends again, Sheamus," I huffed, letting out emotion, "You just expect me to toss our friendship like trash? Like, how long have we been friends?"

"That's exactly what ya need to do," Sheamus breathed, yelling at me, "It is trash!"

Sheamus's words truly broke my heart into pieces. No matter what happened between the three of us, our friendship still prevailed, and hearing him call it trash, I was defeated. The sadness in my eyes was quite obvious.

For a moment, I didn't realize on my other side that Drew was getting back up, looking even more pissed off, then Adam just had to insert himself:

"Sheamus, you-"

"No, don't." I glared at Adam, having all eyes on me, making sure I glared at Drew and Sheamus too, "I guess I'm not their friend after all. I shouldn't have bothered."

There must've been a scary look on my face because everyone stood still, watching me leave till I was out of sight and not daring to move.

They always say words are just words, but they can truly hurt. Since I wasn't booked, I gladly packed up and went home. Once I was home, that little fight left my mind, and being back home was like normal. I put up all my things, took a shower then slept.

In the morning, it was no different either. Woke up, had a cup of coffee, went to go work out, took a quick shower, started cooking some food and I heard my doorbell ring.

Lucky them, the food I had cooking was done; turning off the stove then headed over and when I opened the door, I found something I didn't expect.

Drew always had the cutest smile that you couldn't look away from, white roses in one arm and a gift bag in another, smiling at me:

"There's my best friend!"

It was so hard for me not to smile, knowing that Drew was a true friend despite his fallout with Sheamus, but I still asked:

"What's this, Drew?"

"I know ya don't want me fighting Sheamus anymore, but I was very ready to claymore him after what he said to you," He began, seeing how it hit him in the heart just like it did to me, "And it literally made me cry when you said that we're not friends anymore. So, I'm here to remind you that unlike that scumbag Sheamus, you are my friend. My best friend."

That put the brightest smile on my face, on top of my favorite flowers, needing to know what was in that bag? How could I be so heartless and deny all of that?

"Drew, you big softy," I smiled, hugging him tightly, "I didn't mean that towards you, really. I know you'll always be my friend."

"Always, Y/N," He laid his head on top of mine, swaying softly and offering, "A game's about to come on. Wanna whip something up and watch it? We can also use your gift."

"Let's do it," I smiled, taking the roses as he stepped in, "What is the gift?"

Drew always knew me well, making me laugh while heading to the kitchen island, whipping out my favorite bottle of whiskey, "Great for a game day."

"Should've known," I laughed, heading over to the window where I kept my flowers, making those gorgeous white roses right at home in a vase, taking a slow breath in to smell, hearing behind me:

"Ooh, steak!"

Turning, there was Drew at the stove, eating the steak that I had prepared in the skillet for the sandwiches I was going to make and enjoying himself.

"Can I even make the sandwiches first, Drew?!" I scolded, shooing him away from the stove, "I just worked out and need the food."

"It's good!" He protested, stealing one more piece, "I can't help it."

Shaking my head at him, I went ahead and began to make our steak and cheese sandwiches, this time he helped rather than eat it all, and got us two glasses of whiskey so we could sit at the television and turn on the football game.

Moments like these were the best. Good food, whiskey, and a very good game. Once our food was gone, we were yelling at the television like crazy, whiskey maybe influencing how loud our voices were, jumping at certain times when our team scored.

"Come on! There ain't much time left!" Drew was literally on the edge of his seat, scoffing when I said:

"I don't know if they're gonna get it!"

"Bet ya fifty bucks?" He offered, positive that they were going to score, both of us standing and I agreed:

"Bet! They're not-"

"HELL YEAH!" Drew jumped for joy as they scored, winning the game, "Where's my money?!"

"Your money?!" I played back, pushing him softly, "I don't owe you shit."

"Ah! Ah! We made a bet and-" He began and just for fun, I used the coffee table as a step stool, jumping up and also pushing it so I could DDT Drew onto the couch cushion, rolling away to laugh:

"And I bet you didn't see that coming!"

I had to hold my stomach from laughing so hard but came to a slow stop when Drew picked his head up, giving me eyes like a tiger, even while playing.

"Now, Drew-" I went to deescalate, but there was no deescalating, taking off the second Drew got to his feet.

"Why are you running, Y/N?!" He began to chase, running around the couch at first, till I started booking it to my bedroom so I could try to hide:

"Running? I'm not running!"

Damn it, he was fast and I ended up squealing super loud when he ran through and tackled me onto the bed, beginning to tickle me and then raid my pockets:

"Ya owe me fifty bucks! Kick it up!"

"Drew, stop!" I laughed even when he wasn't tickling me, "I can't breathe!"

"How ya talking then!" He made us laugh more, to the point where we weren't breathing, collapsing on my chest and slapping the bed.

"They call you a Scottish psychopath, when you're really the Scottish goofball," I breathed in deep, looking to see his messy hair and bright blue eyes connect with mine, getting that serious, psychopathic look he could get, but was still playful:

"Now, you're gonna get the psycho."

I went to gasp but was left breathless when he kissed me, so deep and beginning to press my body into the bed, not expecting this but not letting the moment be wasted, kissing him right back, holding onto his jersey when he started feeling my legs.

"This is my favorite jersey," He looked down at my clenched hand in his shirt, seeing how hard I was gripping, cocking his eyebrow when I suggested:

"Just take it off then."

"Oh yeah?" He snickered, sitting up and taking it off, slow and showing off every muscle in his arms, chest, and core, having me licking and biting at my lower lip, not paying attention till he said, "Like what you see?"

I just nodded softly, fighting the squirm in my hips, but he noticed, sending my heart racing when he put his hands on my knees, spreading my legs out, connecting hips and bringing his chest back to mine, "I can tell."

"You know that I'm a straight-forward person, Drew," I reminded him, softly grinding my hips up to his, "Where are we going to go with this?"

"You know exactly where we're going," He smiled, kissing me again, a lot more impatient and stronger, hands going right for my clothes and I helped, getting down to my panties then going after his pants, but he stood up, doing that for me.

My eyes were so fixed on his marvelous body that it caught me off guard when he yanked me by the ankle, flipping me to my stomach, really turning me on when I felt his hand in my hair.

"Don't think I forgot how you pulled me by the hair on Friday," His laugh was no good, pulling my head back and the other hand pulling my panties off, using his thigh to spread my legs, "Figured I'd return the favor."

"Don't act like you didn't like it," I joked, throwing a sexy smirk back at him, going to back my hips up, but my jaw dropped.

Kneading at the bed softly, I took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of his cock finding its way into me, the way it was splitting me with such strong friction, so warm and creating a wave of fire across my nerves when he pinned his hips to my ass, the tip of his cock as deep as possible, greeting my sweet spot.

I already knew that was the only softness I was going to get, ready to hold onto the blanket as he pulled his hips back, leaving just his tip:

"You're really gonna like it, I know that."

There was a small strain in my throat from the sharp moan jumping out, strong hand yanking my hair, pulling my entire body back onto his cock, hips thrusting hard and about putting me in two, showing me that he didn't like it slow.

Neither did I, slight tears in my eyes from the burn, but the pleasure so good that it had me in a daze already, only straining my voice more with louder moans, his pounding so strong I could feel the ricochet ripple through my body.

"I fucking love it!" I whined hard, pushing my face into the mattress to rest my neck for a moment, walls clenching hard and it was just driving him even more crazy.

"Love it, aye?" He was so proud already, laughing softly at the drool at the side of my mouth when he pulled my head back up, so out of it that I admitted:

"You know how many times I've dreamed about fucking you? Damn, right I love it."

In return, he kissed me with a passionate force, tongue swirling in when I began moaning, because his cock didn't slow for even a second, heart pounding so hard when he bit my lower lips, hand gripped on my hip and pulling back, confessing back:

"Think I haven't about you? I did kiss you first, remember?"

I nodded softly, crying out when he freed my lip, "God, Drew! Keep it like that!"

"Gonna tell me why?"

My body was shaking from how close I was, beginning to pant and it was harder to breathe his hand back in my hair again, not going to get what I wanted till I said it, not like he needed to ask anyhow because before he could say anything again, I gasped hard:

"Because I'm ab-; I'm cuming, Drew! Fuck!"

The only thing keeping me up was his hand, back bending and jerking my hips up toward him, pulling the blanket and sheets, growing weak in the knees when it all hit me, wet slick squirting out and sure making a mess of us as he kept going, groaning and swearing, but loving every moment, spanking my ass and holding on with a few more thrusts beginning to get the better of him.

"Come on, Drew," I looked back, begging due to the good feeling of his cock throbbing, closing my eyes and whining at the overstimulation, "It's just so fucking good."

"Sure the hell is," He breathed in deep, taking my wrists and keeping me pinned down, lifting our hips up just a little and pounding harder than before, having me bury my face to muffle the screams, picking up to get air and gasping at the hot feeling, walls coated in his seed, flooding in deep.

"Oh my god," My head dropped, drained but never feeling so good, slowly following along when he fixed me on the bed properly, laying on my back, huffing:

"Fuck, Y/N."

"You're telling me," I giggled faintly, looking in the corner of my eye to meet his, "Never seen this side of you and fuck."

He found it funny when my eyes rolled back and my head dropped again, not needing the words to know about our little confessions at that moment, but not leaving me hanging either:

"You can see it more if you want to."

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Haunted

gif by yours truly, from my last trip to DC. (with special appearance by my friend’s fat head)

Masterlist

Part Ten of the Meet Me at Sunrise Series

Previous Chapter: Sick Day

Next Chapter: Entangled

Author’s Note: @violentcosmicsymphony and @briefgalaxycat <3

Paring: Marcus Pike x FBI Agent!Reader

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Light cursing, violence.

Summary: Stormy nights and ghoulish tales

It was a stormy looking night in Washington as you walked hand in hand with Marcus around Capitol Hill. It had been a long day in the office, Christian Laurent's partner Ioan Pearce had been spotted in town recently and you spent the day reaching out to contacts you made while undercover to see what he was up to. What you found made you uneasy, to say he had taken Laurent's arrest badly and quite personally was an understatement. Word was going around that he was looking for whoever snitched on Laurent and his intentions were ruinous.

To get your mind off it Marcus had taken you to a lovely dinner. Afterwards you insisted on walking around the historic city, he loved seeing you completely in your element sharing the history of the city you adored.

“So apparently it's spotted down in the basement of the Capitol Building. Stories say it shows up before elections and tragedies, some guards have said that it showed up the night before Kennedy and Lincoln's assassinations.”

“... a demon cat.” Marcus said, bemused.

“A demon cat.” You said with a nod. “But to be fair... back then the Capitol Police were notoriously unqualified and liked to drink on patrol.”

“So drunk cops saw a black cat, it spooked them, and thus had to be a ghost?” Marcus laughed.

“Exactly.” You said with a grin “During the Civil War they used the Capitol Building as a hospital for Union soldiers. The ghosts of the soldiers wander the halls to this day. John Quincy Adams appears occasionally too.”

“You love all of this don't you?” Marcus said taking your linked hands and pulling you into his arms.

“I'm a sucker for spooky history. I love learning about a city through its darker stories. Do you believe in ghosts Agent Pike?” You looked up at him through your lashes and gave him a devilish grin.

“You'll have to work a lot harder to make me a believer.”

“Oh, alright Scully, I'll get right on that.” You gave him a quick kiss and continued your own personal ghost tour for Marcus. You rattled on about various haunts as lightning illuminated the sky behind the Capitol Building: Andrew Jackson's ghost in Lafayette Square, The Hay-Adams Hotel that was plagued by 'Clover' Adams who was possibly murdered, and finally as the two of you neared your shared apartment: Ford's Theater.

“We have ghosts next to work?” Marcus queried.

“This town has seen enough bloodshed I'd be surprised if the whole thing weren’t haunted. The Ford's Theater is an obvious one though, there are reports of people hearing plays going on, shadow figures, and cold spots. More than once people have said they heard sounds from a play, a gunshot, followed by Lincoln's ghost up in the booth. Some even say that they see John Wilkes Booth jump down from the booth and limp away.” You couldn't help the enthusiasm you had telling the story; ghosts had always thrilled you.

“Didn't you say Lincoln was at the White House too? Busy ghost.” Marcus joked and you gave him a lighthearted shove with your shoulder.

“Yeah yeah yeah, ghosts aside the building itself is considered cursed by some and I can't blame them. In 1893 the front of the building collapsed and killed twenty-two people and injured almost seventy others. If that doesn't sound like a string of bad events, I'm not sure what is.” You said as Marcus opened the door to your apartment building for you.

“Well, I'm not sure if I'm a believer yet, but I did love the history lesson.” Marcus smirked as the two of you entered the elevator. As soon as the door slid shut Marcus had you pressed against the wall, his hands roaming your body as he crushed his lips against yours. A soft moan escaped your mouth as Marcus' hands skimmed under your shirt and he pressed hot kisses down your throat, stopping to give it a light bite. You were beginning to undo his tie and tug off his jacket when the ding of the elevator shook you both out of your daze, and a slightly startled older woman was standing outside the doors. You both murmured apologies as she entered and Marcus was turning a brilliant shade of pink. Finally reaching your floor, the two of you rushed out laughing like giddy teenagers who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

“Thank you for tonight Marcus, I needed that.” You said earnestly, hunting for your key and opening the door to the dark apartment.

“Anything for you.” He replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek and following you in.

“Honey, didn't you leave a light on?” You looked around your shadowy apartment curiously, eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness.

“I thought so, let me just find the damn switch.” You heard Marcus fumbling through the darkness and suddenly heard a sound behind you. A hand went around your throat, quickly silencing any scream you may have had in you, and you felt the cool metal of a blade pressed against your cheek. With a click Marcus turned on the lights in the apartment and his heart stopped. Ioan Pearce had you by the throat on the other side of the room, knife pressed against your cheek so hard a small drop of blood had begun to collect along the blade. Marcus began to reach for his gun but stopped at the choking noise you made as Pearce squeezed your throat tighter.

“I wouldn't recommend that Mr. Ramos... or is it Special Agent?” Ioan Pearce said menacingly. As Marcus raised his hands up in agreeance Pearce slightly relaxed his hold and you could breathe again. “Christian Laurent sends his regards.” Pearce pressed the knife to your cheek harder and you let out a small cry of pain.

“I don't know what you want, but just let her go. She has nothing to do with this.” Marcus' gaze kept flicking back and forth between the two of you, you could see the dread in his eyes.

“Doesn't she though? Isn't she the one who wormed her way in to Christian's inner circle? We don't take kindly to government rats.” Pearce seethed.

Your eyes met Marcus' and you hoped he would think quick as you proceeded to do one of the more ill-advised things you'd ever done in your life. You whipped your head forward and sharply threw it back smashing it into Pearce's, once his grip was loosened you threw back an elbow and scrambled as Marcus charged forward. Marcus tackled him to the ground and struggled for a moment until Pearce wiggled free suddenly and started to flee. Grabbing the loaded Glock from the end table drawer by the door you fired once, catching his arm as he raced out the door. Your heart was racing as Marcus went to sit up and let out a cry of pain. Rushing to him and dropping to your knees you saw the blood seeping through his white dress shirt, Pearce had stabbed Marcus in the abdomen.

“Marcus?! Baby, I need you to look at me.” Your hands shook as you applied pressure to the wound. He reached up, brushed his thumb under the cut on your cheek, his eyes glassy and then he drifted into unconsciousness.

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