#and when jey loves?? he loves FIERCELY

[jeymania]

no thoughts just samijey part two: we ain't got no love for you edition

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Hi I absolutely love your stories. You write the bloodline so well. Could I possibly get a story where jimmy and jey are the readers trainers since she is a up and coming wwe superstar. She is insecure about her body and her in ring skills so whenever shes training jimmy and jey always hype her up. Maybe drew or Kevin say something to the readers about her appearance and in ring work and the usos step in to protect her. They take her back to her hotel room, comfort her and tell her how beautiful she is. She doesn't believe it and they want to show her how beautiful she is to them but she is nervous because this would be her first time. They are sweet about the whole thing and make sure she is comfortable the entire time. Could I also have some sweet aftercare and pet names like sweetheart and babygirl. If you decide to write this I know you will do a great job. 😁

OUUUU I love this idea so much! I hope you like this!♥️

Built For Us (Jimmy X Jey X Black Reader)

CW: SMUT duh, 18+ MDNI, Virgin, Creampie, Unprotected P in V, first timer, pet names, dirty talk, inappropriate language, threesome, happy ending (they care about you fr fr) ♡

Word Count: 7.2k

It’s another early morning in the training facility, and the ring feels like a second home. But today, something feels different. The weight of all the eyes on you, the pressure of expectations, it’s all slowly starting to get to you.

The ropes feel like they’re cutting into your skin as you land a hard fall. You’re were fatigued, burnt out, and nowhere near confident. Sloppy even. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks now—especially about your body. It’s been hard to shake the nagging voices in your head, telling you that you’re not good enough, not toned enough, not fast enough.

“Come on, Y/N! You’ve got this!” Jimmy’s voice is like a lifeline. You glance up, and there’s Jimmy standing by the ropes, a big smile on his face. His usual playful demeanor is still there, but you can see the determination in his eyes too. Being the older twin, he was always reassuring and made sure to always encourage you when you were down and out.

“Yeah, babygirl, shake it off,” Jey adds, giving you a knowing wink. “You lookin’ stronger every day. Don’t let that headspace mess with your flow.” Then there was Jey, the younger twin who was more serious but also a little flirtatious when encouraging you. You didn’t mind it, in fact you liked it. It started to build your confidence back up a little bit.

You forced a smile. “Thanks, guys,” you mutter, but the insecurity still lingered. You constantly compared yourself to the women in the locker room. Rhea, Bianca, Jade, Tiffany…the list could go on. You wanted to be like them, agile, fierce, praised, and appreciated. But you kept having slip ups, even in training and that constantly lowered your confidence and will to even keep going. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you’re just not…there yet. Every slip-up, every mistake feels like another confirmation that you just weren’t good enough.

After what felt like an eternity of grueling drills, everyone started to wind down, grabbing some water and taking off their gear. Jimmy and Jey were over toward a corner discussing their lines for tomorrow night while taking off their gear and closing their bags. The sweat clung to your skin, your muscles ached, but the pressure to perform was starting to ease slightly. Thank goodness. As you were standing in the middle of the ring, attempting to catch your breath, you heard voices faintly from the side. Drew McIntyre and Kevin Owens, who were observing from there had started discussing some of the newer talent. They actually were giving positive feedback towards the newer talent…that was until you heard your name and those comments made you freeze in place.

“Did you see her match last week?” Drew said, loud enough for you to hear, his Scottish accent thick with slight disdain. “She’s got potential, sure, but her in-ring work? It’s sloppy. I don’t think she’s ready for the big leagues yet.”

Kevin chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, and I mean did you see her arms? She’s gotta put in more work in the gym if she wants to keep up with the others.”

Their words stung, hit you like a punch to the gut, and the shock of it all made you unable to move. You know they didn’t mean it maliciously, but the words still cut deep. You wanted to shrink, to run away, to hide. But instead, you kept your head down, trying to avoid eye contact.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the self-doubt creeping in. The tears in your eyes welled up and those voices started to make their way inside your head again. You’re not good enough. You’re not strong enough. You’re not pretty enough.

But then, you heard Jimmy and Jey’s voices. They must’ve heard what was being said because they didn’t sound pleased in the slightest.

Jimmy steps forward, his tone sharp and commanding. “Aye, Drew. I heard you had a lot to say uce” he snapped. “You wanna say it to us?”

Jey walks up next to him, his posture just as solid. “You got a problem with her, you got a problem with us uce.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you two going to do about it? Huh? Unlike the rest of the locker room you two don’t scare me.” Drew looked unmoved and even the ‘try me’ expression on his face stayed rigid.

“Plus it’s an opinion. Remember, same way it’s your opinion you’re better than everybody backstage just cuz you’re with Roman.”

Jimmy got closer actually giving a very dangerous look. “Disrespecting her is like disrespecting the family uce.”

“And when you disrespect the family, you disrespecting the tribal chief.” Jey chimed in stepping up closer to the two men with Jimmy.

“And now we got to get you. In the ring, tomorrow night.” Jey kept it short but that mean mugged look he had gave it all away. He was pissed.

Drew and Kevin exchanged a glance, before looking back at Jimmy and Jey scoffing. “Alright, have her watch ringside though, I’m sure she could learn a few things from you.”He said sarcastically having that callous smirk on his face before he and Kevin walked away.

“Man f-“ Jey almost let a curse word slip as he went to go after them but Jimmy held him back. “We’ll get em in the ring uce, don’t worry bout it.”

You had been thinking about what Kevin and Drew said yesterday and it still stung. Their words rang in your ears and played back to back like a song on repeat. You were currently attempting to prep for your match against Bianca Belair, stretching and making sure your gear was in tact. You were called “The Anomaly” and it makes great sense because nothing about you fit the typical mold that most people would expect. You had a moveset as wild as your mindset, you were unpredictable, and with constant training you were constantly evolving even though you, yourself couldn’t see it. That was the irony with your character because truthfully it represents you. Bianca was really strong opponent though and with you being a submission specialist, the goal was to get her off her feet.

While prepping for your match, you heard a soft knock on the locker room door before walking over to it and cracking it open just to see who it was. “Hey, we just wanted to come make sure you was good.” No but damn y’all definitely look good…snap out of it Y/N!

Jimmy had on a regular “Island of Relevancy” shirt displaying him, Roman, Jey, Solo, Sami and Paul in the background of it while holding up the undisputed tag titles. His beard neatly trimmed while the top of his head was overshadowed by the “B/L” cap that he was currently wearing. His tattos looked slightly more faded than Jey’s but they added to how fine he looked. Speaking of Jey…he was also there behind Jimmy. His eyes displayed anger from yesterday still, his lips slightly parted showing the golden grills that draped over his bottom teeth. He was also wearing the same shirt Jimmy was, but it was a crop top that hung a bit high displaying his belly button and brown skin beneath. His strong hands gripped the undisputed tag titles as if they were attempting to run away, his tattoos contorted as his muscles tensed while doing so. You could tell they were both ready for their match based off of their demeanor alone. Damn.

“Aye Y/N, you good?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I zoned out.” Yeah I bet you did…

“You good? I know you got this match against Bianca Belair and based off the look on your face I know you still thinkin’ bout what happened yesterday.”

“Oh….yeah” you said looking away before opening the door fully allowing them to come in.

Jimmy walked in first with Jey following closely behind, as you shut the door behind them both.

“Don’t listen to ‘em, sweetheart,” Jimmy says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You stronger than that. You gon’ make it, and we gon’ help you every step of the way. Ight?”

“Damn right. You got the heart of a champion, babygirl,” Jey adds, pulling you into a brief hug. “We believe in you. Always have. And always will.”

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders. The Usos had your back, no matter what. You didn’t have enough time to think about it too much though because it was around 7:30 pm and you and Bianca were actually opening the show. Your confidence was low but it was gradually rising higher and higher due to the Usos sweet words and encouragement. “Well, I’d better finish stretching. Thanks for the support y’all I really appreciate it f’real.”

“Aye, no problem. You know we gotchu” Jimmy stated before he and Jey got up heading to the door.

“And remember, you the Anomaly. You different. Keep it like that.” Jey said before him and Jimmy exited the room. You took his words in as you shifted your mindset continuing to prepare for the match.

The arena erupted in a chorus of cheers as Bianca Belair’s entrance music hits. The fans are all in for the EST, and she plays it up, smiling and flexing as she makes her way to the ring with Jade following close behind to cheer her on. Confidence radiated off her, as usual—she was a fan favorite for a reason. But today, there’s an edge to her—this isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. Once Bianca made it to the ring, playing with her ponytail one last time, her music gradually came to a close.

Then, your music hit. The lights flickered, distorting for a second, followed by the eerie screech of the theme song as you made your way down the ramp. There was an unsettling energy in the air as you stepped through the ropes, your eyes locked on Bianca with an unwavering intensity. The fans felt mixed emotions, some cheering, others a little confused, but no one was indifferent.

Just as the bell rings, Bianca immediately tried to overpower you, using her strength and agility to dictate the pace. She hit a few power slams and a shoulder tackle, backing you into the corner. The crowd roars as she starts taunting, using her usual move set, trying to make a point that she’s the stronger of the two.

But you can’t be shaken that easily. You start to counter her every move with a series of elusive rolls and quick reversals, the crowd growing more curious with every step. It’s clear they don’t know how to react—Bianca, the powerhouse, is having trouble keeping up with your unpredictable, almost chaotic style. Each dodge felt like you were in control, bending the match to your will. You thought about Jey and Jimmy’s words of encouragement from training the day before using it to motivate yourself further.

Bianca, frustrated, goes for a KOD (Kiss of Death), lifting you high, but in a split-second, you reverse it with a twisting roll, locking in a modified armbar. The EST was quick to power out, but your eyes flickered with determination, like you’ve unlocked a new level in a video game. This was your moment.

Bianca hits back hard, using her EST strength to bring you to the mat with a brutal suplex. She stalks you for a moment, clearly preparing for something bigger. The crowd senses the impending power move, chanting for Bianca to end it.

But as she attempts another KOD, you counter again. You ducked under the move, using Bianca’s own momentum to launch herself into a quick roll-up, but it’s not enough. As Bianca kicks out, you shift positions, sliding seamlessly behind her. Before Bianca even realizes it, you hit a modified rolling cutter and instead of going for the pin, you immediately went for the submission locking in the Quantum Collapse.

The submission was swift and disorienting. Your legs wrap around Bianca’s midsection in an intricate hold, while your hands pull her arms back in a torturous position. The move feels like time itself is being distorted—there’s no escape. The crowd watches in shock, unsure of how to process what they’re witnessing.

Bianca tries to fight it, but the more she struggles, the deeper the hold sinks in. Her body starts to shake as the pressure builds, a mix of pain and exhaustion overcoming her. The move is unlike anything she’s encountered, and with nowhere to go, she taps the mat, signaling the submission.

The bell rings, and the crowd went silent for a moment before erupting into applause. You immediately let go once she tapped out of shock as you covered your lips with one of your hands. You stood up as the referee raised your hand, and for the first time, you heard the cheers that had once felt distant. The Anomaly, the strange, enigmatic force, has just made her mark on SmackDown—by defeating the reigning EST of WWE. Even Jade was shocked but looked impressed before crawling into the ring to check on her partner.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down your face, but there was a moment of clarity. The fog you had been fighting against started to clear. You did it. You beat Bianca. The submission, Quantum Collapse, was executed perfectly—an unexpected, unorthodox move that no one, not even Bianca, was ready for.

As the fans cheer, all you could think about was Jimmy and Jey. How they were probably dapping each other up backstage and screaming at the monitor in support. Especially Jey, he was always the more hype one. You gave yourself a silent acknowledgment closing your eyes relishing the moment that you had proven something to everyone—especially yourself.

But just as you begin to feel that sense of pride, a shadow crossed your path.

Bianca Belair stood in the middle of the ring, recovering from the submission. She stared at you, her expression unreadable at first before she took a step forward. For a moment, the tension was palpable. The crowd started to fall silent, unsure of what was about to happen.

Then, Bianca extended her hand.

“You got me, well played” she says, breathless but with a genuine respect in her eyes. “You’re more than what they give you credit for girl.”

You hesitate for a second, the weight of the moment sinking in, but then you grasp her hand. It’s not just a handshake—it’s an unspoken recognition. You’ve earned this. For the first time in the women’s division, you felt acknowledged. Recognized. And to get that from Bianca of all people, someone you constantly compared yourself too, was a treasure.

Later, as the show continued, you were back in the locker room, your was body sore and your heart raced. The win still felt surreal. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection almost unrecognizable, but in the best way. You’ve overcome the voices in your head and the doubts that were suffocating you. The Anomaly wasn’t just a name anymore—it’s who you are.

You heard a knock at the door which you answered already knowing who it was.

Jey walked in, a grin on his face. “Told you,” he says, leaning against the wall. “You got this. You showed ‘em tonight.”

Jimmy ended up smiling walking in before gently embracing you. “We proud of you Y/N, you went out there and proved everybody wrong. Now it’s time for us to go and handle some business.”

“Oh yeah, we still gotta get Drew and KO for yesterday, disrespecting you is like disrespecting the family. And you know we don’t play about family.”

“Trust me, I know. But thanks, Jey,” you reply, your voice steady now, stronger than before. You returned Jimmy’s embrace with one of your own before pulling away smiling. “You too Jimmy, I think I finally get it. Look. Good luck in your match tonight and don’t get hurt too much. I still need that encouragement from you two.”

Jey and Jimmy only gave a chuckle in response. “Aye I can’t promise I won’t get too hurt but we’ll still be there for you regardless if we do.”

“It’s bout showin’ up and you know how we is when it come to that.”

“I know you’ll both do great, I’ll be watching” you said not realizing that came out as a bit too seductive.

“Now we definitely winning” Jimmy said before Jey laughed as they made their way out of the room.

The arena was alive with excitement as they prepared for the main event of the night, Jey and Jimmy Uso stepped out from behind the curtain, holding their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. The brothers were adorned in their customary Bloodline colors — black and red, with their gear and titles gleaming under the lights. The roar of the crowd is deafening, with many fans chanting “USO!” and holding up their ones as the duo walked down the ramp, meaning nothing but business.

“The Usos—Undisputed Tag Team Champions, but more importantly, they’re the backbone of The Bloodline. You know Roman Reigns is watching this closely tonight.” Corey Graves commented on ringside.

The brothers got into the ring, raising their titles one more time in unison before settling in their corner. Suddenly the sound of a sword slashing hit and the crowd buzzed as Drew McIntyre’s music hit, followed by Kevin Owens’. The two competitors marched down the ramp, looking as ready as ever for a fight, with Drew’s sword, Angela, over his shoulder.

Michael Cole chimed in, “We know McIntyre and Owens are a force, but it’s hard to bet against The Usos, especially when they have that unmatched unity that only comes with being part of The Bloodline.”

As Drew and Owens enter the ring, the two had a heated stare-off with the champions, and the tension between the two teams could be cut with a kitchen knife.

Once the bell rung, Jimmy and Kevin immediately square off. Owens stepped forward with his typical aggression, slamming a hard fist into Jimmy’s chest, but Jimmy countered with his quickness, ducking under Owens’ next strike and landing a sharp chop to Owens’ chest. Jimmy kept up the pressure pulling Owen’s toward him into a clothesline, knocking Owens to the mat.

“Great offense from Jimmy Uso! The Usos are known for their speed, and it’s showing early on here.” Michael commented.

Owens quickly rolled to the corner and tagged in Drew McIntyre, who immediately used his size and power to take control. He charged at Jimmy with a big boot, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. McIntyre followed up with a brutal suplex, holding Jimmy in the air for several seconds, showcasing his raw strength.

“Drew McIntyre, the Highlander, showing off that raw power that can turn the tide of any match.”

But just as McIntyre took his time showing off to the crowd, this gave Jimmy time to roll to his corner and make a desperate tag to his brother, Jey, who rushed in with a series of quick strikes. Jey went for a superkick to McIntyre, but Drew dodged, and the two lock eyes for a several seconds before charging at each other. Jey ducks under Drew’s attack, tagging Jimmy back in with a smooth double-team maneuver.

The Usos begin to string together their signature moves, using their teamwork to overwhelm both Owens and McIntyre. They execute a beautiful double superkick to Owens, sending him to the outside, and then set their sights on Drew McIntyre.

“This is where the Usos are so dangerous, Michael. It’s all about teamwork, quick tags, and creating chaos.”

Just as The Usos begin to pick up momentum, Kevin rolled back into the ring and caught Jey off guard with a huge super kick, sending him to the mat. Owens then quickly tags in McIntyre, and the two heavyweights double-team Jey. McIntyre hits Jey with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex, and Owens follows it up with a senton bomb.

“Kevin Owens and Drew McIntyre are not letting the Usos get comfortable. They’ve turned the tables!”

Jey tried to fight back, but McIntyre and Owens keep him isolated in their corner. Drew hit Jey with a series of shoulder thrusts into the turnbuckle, each one weakening the tag champion more before tagging in Owens. The crowd is on edge as they watch the Usos struggle to regain control.

Corey spoke into the mic seeing the chaos. “McIntyre and Owens are relentless here. This is tag team wrestling at its finest — wear down the opponent, isolate them, and hit them hard.”

But the Usos didn’t stay down for long. With the fans chanting and clapping for them, Jey found a burst of energy and ducked a clothesline from McIntyre, following up with a superkick that made Drew stumble back. As Owens tried to grab Jey and prevent him from making a tag to his brother, Jey rolled his body around and kicked Owens back. He then crawled to his corner and reached out, desperately tagging in Jimmy.

Jimmy Uso exploded into the ring, hitting a super kick to Owens, then another to McIntyre, who was now on the opposite corner. With the crowd on their feet, Jey found the momentum and quickly hopped back into the ring with Jimmy as Owens was tossed into the ropes. Jimmy quickly made his way behind him picking him up as Jey caught him in the air, hitting their signature 1-D combo on Owens, sending him crashing to the mat.

Corey screamed into the mic. “1-D! The Usos are looking for the win!”

But just as they prepare to end it, McIntyre makes a desperate dive to break up the pin, but Jey kicks him back out of the ring, sending the Scotsman stumbling to the floor. The momentum shifts as Jimmy goes for the Uso Splash.

“Jimmy’s up! He’s going for the splash!” Cole shouted.

As Jimmy leaps from the top rope, Kevin rolls out of the way, causing Jimmy to land on his feet and into a roll. But Jey, now recovered, dives in for a suicide dive onto McIntyre, who was attempting to interfere, knocking both men out of the ring. With Owens down and attempting to recover, Jimmy hit him with a super kick again before climbing to the top rope and hitting a perfectly timed Uso Splash onto Kevin Owens.

“1! 2! 3!”

“DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH! WE BEEN DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH!”

The bell rings as Jey and Jimmy stand victorious, both brothers raising their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. Their theme song hit as the Usos celebrated together, standing tall as the crowd goes wild, chanting their names.

“What a victory for the Usos! They weathered the storm, kept their heads in the game, and secured the win. And just like that, The Bloodline stays dominant.” Corey said.

“The Undisputed Tag Team Champions are unstoppable! The Usos have just put another team to the test — and passed with flying colors.” Michael commented.

As the Usos continue to celebrate in the ring, raising their ones. Roman Reigns made his way out of gorilla raising his Universal Championship from the ramp, signaling that The Bloodline remains at the top of the WWE.

“This is a statement, folks. The Bloodline is stronger than ever, and they’re sending a message to the entire roster: no one is safe from the dominance of Roman Reigns, the Usos, and The Bloodline.” Corey commented a pyro went off in the background.

Later that evening, after their match had ended, you Jimmy and Jey celebrated with each other before Jimmy drove you back to your hotel, Jey being in the back while you were in the passenger seat. The air was cool, the night quiet, and your thoughts were a little less jumbled now. They’re still there, though—the whispers of insecurity, the doubts in the back of your mind. But with Jimmy and Jey by your side, it felt a lot more manageable.

Upon arriving at the hotel and checking in, you three made your way to the elevators before heading to your hotel room. As you all entered the hotel room, and the tension that had been building all day suddenly melted away under the cool air. It was like just being in the presence of Jimmy and Jey took away all your worries, stress, and doubts you had been having. You found a spot on the bed plopping down with a sigh.

“Listen,” Jimmy says, sitting down beside you on the bed, “we know whatchu been going through. Yesterday. Today. We’ve been there. But you beautiful, inside and out. We not just sayin’ that to make you feel better. We sayin’ it because it’s the truth.”

Jey nods in agreement, his voice soft. “You got heart, and a body that’s built for greatness. You just have to see it, babygirl. Nobody else matters.”

You swallow hard, still feeling like something’s missing. “I don’t know… I just felt like I’d never be enough.” Still unsure, you looked down at your hands before seeing bigger and strong hands place themselves into yours. It was Jimmy. “You’re more than enough. Especially to us, so tonight instead of moping. Maybe we can do something that will take your mind off everything.” Jimmy’s hands gently lift your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. “We want to show you how beautiful you are, to us, to everyone who sees you.”

Jey’s touch was just as gentle, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned closer to your ear. “This about you, babygirl. No pressure, no rush. We’ll be patient with you. Only if you’re ready, though.”

Your heart pounds, and the nervousness was almost overwhelming. This would be your first time experiencing something so intimate, and the thought of it sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

“A-Alright.”You said attempting to soothe your nerves before Jimmy and Jey went quiet exchanging glances to one another. With the two of them being twins, they had that telepathic connection that only they understood. The seconds felt like minutes before Jimmy looked back at you. “Listen, tonight will be all about you. So try and relax and just let us take care of you. Plus with that win we both got, we still not done celebratin’” he flashed a smile, those white teeth lined up perfectly with his intentions and before you knew it he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You were initially in shock, so much you tensed up but then there was Jey to calm you down. While Jey was the more aggressive of the two in the ring, right now, he was being just as gentle as Jimmy was. Not only did your muscles slowly retract, your worries were gone and your thoughts just went blank. Jey started on your neck his hands rubbing your shoulders before giving you a gentle massage. The attention from them both had you going from thunderstruck to being curious and wanting to take it further.

But Jimmy and Jey took their time, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. They guided you slowly and gently, showing you that your beauty wasn’t just on the outside, but in the way they care for you, in the way they made sure you felt loved, respected, and valued.

Jimmy’s tongue gently slid over your bottom lip asking you for permission before he slowly collided his tongue with yours the moment you opened your mouth. You weren’t new to what sex and kissing was, it was just the very first time you were doing it. Let alone with two men. Jey was the first to gently slide his hands up your shirt and toss it to the floor as Jimmy slowly pulled away and removed your shoes and pants tossing them somewhere in the room.

Jey unclasped your bra, Jimmy taking it into his hands before tossing that too. The younger twin then made his way from behind you gently guiding you further down onto the bed before you felt your back hit the soft covers of the bed before replacing Jimmy’s lips with his own. His kiss was slightly rougher but you wanted to explore him too, the taste of metal from his golden grills that sat on his bottom teeth…you couldn’t get enough of it. Your tongue moved over his as a moan escaped your lips and your hand instinctively made its way through Jimmy’s hair as you realized he was attacking your nipples with that skilled tongue of his.

Having the both of them was like a dream come true, they both knew what they wanted…no who they wanted and it was you. Jey’s hands slowly made their way down your stomach and into your black panties, his fingers gliding over your clit as he deepened the kiss. Your hips slightly raised as he began to move his fingers around in small circles causing you to moan from the friction and the pleasure. The tent in Jimmy’s pants grew but he was more than willing to wait knowing this was your first time and he wanted to savour every moment just as much as you did. He slowly removed your panties before rubbing his hands up and down your legs before kissing down your stomach and towards your inner thighs just above your entrance. Jey’s hands snaked their way back up to your sides beginning to knead your breasts as Jimmy left a few soft kisses there before starting to stare at your entrance spreading your legs apart slowly as his mouth found its way to your folds, his tongue slowly dragging upwards to your clit swirling his tongue around it before wrapping his arms around your legs. The faster his tongue moved, the more your legs shook and the louder your moans became. Jey stayed beside you the entire time but just as you closed your eyes, the sound of his voice made you snap them open. “Look at me with them pretty ass eyes ma, don’t close em.” He said as he left soft kisses down your neck. “And if you can’t, look at my brother.” He said before stopping just above your nipple before taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

The double stimulation was driving you crazy especially since they were both using their tongues on different parts of your body, but those parts had the same amount of sensitivity which was even worse for you but better for them based on how much you were squirming and moaning. You looked down at Jimmy gripping his hair into your hands, and realizing he was staring at you, those soft yet hungry eyes. My god you loved them. “I-I’m gonna c-cum! F-Fuck, Jimmy!” you moaned out before suddenly bucking your hips and releasing all over his mouth as your legs trembled. He slowly pulled away loving how he had you shaking for him before he and Jey completely undressed themselves in front of you, after Jey had also pulled away from your nipples. Your eyes immediately went to both of their dicks, observing them thoroughly. You had almost forgot that it would be your first time for a second but the thought of it and the size of them made you second guess yourself for a moment. Jey was long for sure but his also had a little more girth than Jimmy’s. It looked thick and pre cum had been leaking from the tip, presumably from the activities that took place. Jimmy on the other hand, his girth was slightly less than Jey’s but his length made up for every bit of it. God damn. He was also leaking pre cum and looked heavy.

“Now babygirl, we can stop anytime. We know this yo first time doin’ this and we do not wanna hurt you. In fact if you feel like you need to stop at any point, tell us your safe word and we will immediately stop what we doin’. Don’t matter what it is.” Jimmy said before Jey also chimed in.

“Nah f’real though, no matter how good shit feels, if you hurtin’, not comfortable, or just can’t take it, we will stop.”

“M-My safe word is Red.” You said prompting a nod from them, slowly sitting up as you spoke. “We gon go slow since it’s your first time okay?” Jimmy questioned before starting to rub his length with his hand before commanding you with a soft turn. “Alright babygirl, turn around for me.” He said before placing one knee on the bed and having his other leg off of it starting to slowly rub his length against your wet entrance getting a feel of it, the moment you turned around. “Ready?”

“Y-Yes” you said as you felt your walls slowly expand before you felt a stinging sensation causing you to wince and Jimmy to instantly stop. “You good?” He asked and you immediately said yes not wanting this to stop. You were already this far and you felt like since this was your first time, it would hurt regardless because you’d never done it. But you trusted the Usos and knew they’d never hurt you. “Y-Yes, keep g-going” you commanded before feeling your walls expand even further, your lower half feeling more full by the second as Jimmy’s dragged out moans and curses could be heard behind you.

“Damn, so tight baby but you taking me so well mmm” he let out a grunt at the end before pulling out and slamming back into you from behind causing the stinging pain that was once there to slowly subside as your walls felt a bit numb at first before being overtaken by nothing but pleasure. Things started off slow, before starting to heat up. Jimmy was plowing you from behind and Jey has his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while lifting your chin slowly. “You don’t gotta shy away from us babygirl, we wanna see all the expressions you finna make.” He said gently petting your face causing it to heat up and make you give an attempt at looking away. “Uh uh, what I say?” Jey still held your chin firm in his free hand before Jimmy chimed in.

“What I tell you bout that confidence mama? Huh?” He said before smacking your ass once and gripping the skin as he pounded you from behind causing you to suddenly let out a loud moan and look up at Jey. “You being so good f’us right now, you know that?” He grunted, his voice low in your ear. “I told you we was gonna treat you tonight didn’t I?” He said slamming his cock in and out of you. You were too stunned to even speak, you couldn’t do anything but let them and the neighbors you three had on both sides of you, know how much pleasure your were receiving. That was until Jey decided that your mouth looked a little too good when it was open, prompting him to fill it with his dick. “That’s right take it all in, ma” he said before throwing his head back as he ran his hands through your ponytail.

Your body was starting to get overstimulated a bit, not use to any of this, but your pussy yearned for more and your mouth only opened a bit wider, prompting Jey to sink his cock further towards your throat. Your moans moved Jey as he began to bob your head, while pushing forward. “That’s right, mhmm” he growled out before looking back at you. His eyes, you wanted to keep eye contact so bad but at the same time, Jey’s stare was different from Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s stare was soft but hungry, like he knew what you needed and was determined to give it to you. Jey’s stare was more intense and seductive, his was also hungry but with how dark his eyes got, it was like he commanded the attention so you couldn’t look away.

Your pussy was throbbing from being drilled by Jimmy and your mouth was salivating all over Jey’s length as he praised you for it. “God damn babygirl, you squeezin’ me tight as hell, you want me to let it out in you huh?” He said before biting his lip showing his top set of teeth. “Mmmphhhff!” You moaned out on Jey’s cock, sending vibrations down the younger twins length. Your orgasm had been building and your legs were shaking below you but you tried so hard to control your release, however, you were too sensitive. So sensitive that Jimmy decided to test the waters and reach down to rub your clit anyway knowing this while giving you back shots. You couldn’t take it as your eyes rolled back and your juices spilled all over his cock. Your body tensed up as your lower body shook, your orgasm ripping through you from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Jimmy wasn’t far behind you, you could tell by how much his dick twitched….until he let it out inside of you and moaned in your ear. Your vibrations from the moans you let out were even enough to send Jey over the edge too as he gripped your ponytail and pushed his hips forward, a salty white liquid making its way down your throat as you swallowed.

As all three of you calmed down from your highs, they both pulled out before Jey pulled you close to him kissing you deeply, the aftertaste of him still being on your tongue. But you loved how Jey tasted and that wasn’t stopping you from colliding your tongue with his as he laid down on the bed, pulling your body on top of his, positioning you to where you were now in front of Jimmy’s cock. “Hey babygirl” he said as you pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him to see him stroking his length. If this was a dream, you’d never wanna wake up. Jey had slowly positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you for a moment before lowering you down on the rest of his length letting a soft moan slip from his lips.

Jimmy on the other hand pushed his length into your moan holding your ponytail loving how nicely your jaws were wrapped around him. “Eat that up f’me” he whispered before groaning and beginning to thrust his hips forward. Your eyes continued looking up into Jimmy’s as Jey held your hips and began thrusting up wards, his head being just under your breasts watching as they moved back and forth.

Jimmy’s cock was so long it didn’t take much of it before you started gagging once as you felt the tip reach your uvula. You gagged but kept it in your mouth, sucking on it anyway getting your own aftertaste on your tongue in the process but none of that mattered. Not when it came to them. Jey on the other hand gripped your ass with precision before slamming his cock up into you loving how your walls would stretch each time. He could feel every bit of it and that’s the way he wanted it because he wanted you. They both did and they were both getting their way right now.

Your hands wrapped themselves around the part of Jimmy you didn’t have in your mouth as you started to move it back and forth, earning a strained moan from him causing his head to roll back. Jimmy could only grip your ponytail tighter as the sounds of your slurping and your moans from what was happening below, was driving him crazy. You started to bob your own head, increasing your speed as it combined with Jimmy already pulling you forward and moving his hips forward at the same time. “Fuck mannn” he let out as Jey noticed how your walls were clenching onto him further.

“You gon cream on me huh? Go head ma, let me know how much you love this f’real” he said thrusting up into you harder causing your walls to expand further and further each time his dick plowed into you. But Jey he felt that orgasm building and he felt how your walls would expand and suddenly clenching around him each time he would hit that spot. “You like it when I hit that huh? Use them words babygirl” he said knowing how close you were, purposely hitting your g spot over and over again.

“Mhmmm!! R-Ri’ dereee!” You screamed out against Jimmy’s cock as your legs shook and eventually buckled feeling the orgasm you were chasing suddenly crashing into you like a truck. Your entire body, especially your legs could do nothing but jerk as your voice fought to catch up with your breath. Jey could only groan feeling your juices leak all over his cock, causing his cock to twitch. “God damn, babygirl you feel that shit huh? So good f’ me, you deserve a reward don’tchu?” Your eyes were rolled back as your body was still attempting to get over your first orgasm. “Mmhmmpf!!” That last vibration you gave to Jimmy sent him to the moon, his breath became shaky as you felt that warm white liquid pool in your mouth. That salty taste being apart of Jimmy combined with the realization that Jey hadn’t came yet m made your pussy drip even more. Having your mouth full of Jimmy’s dick while being plowed by his twin brother below you made your mind a blank canvas. You only cared that you got what you wanted, and that was Jey’s reward. Whatever it was. Even if it was him painting your inner walls white, you wanted every bit of it. With one last bounce, Jey emptied himself inside of you, leaning his head back as he did. Your moans mixed with his as you felt your insides warm up from his seed. You slowly pulled off of Jimmy’s cock with a soft pop just as Jey lifted you up off his cock after a moment as his cock retracted still being hard from the events that just took place.

Jey didn’t let go of you yet though, his hands still wrapped around your waist as he pulled you down toward his chest attempting to catch his breath. He began placing soft tender kisses on your forehead and cheeks before gently wrapping his free hand around your cheeks. “You did well f’real and you’re beautiful as fuck. Ight, anytime you think you not. We gon remind you of this, and it might not be just talking bout it either.” He commented before gently laying you in between him and Jimmy who crawled on the bed beside you and Jey still panting slightly.

“Yup and remember what we said bout that confidence. It’s in them eyes too” he said winking at you. He was so playful like he wasn’t just dicking you down a second ago, damn you Jimmy.

After the tenderness and care, as you lay together, the room quiet and peaceful, Jimmy and Jey make sure you feel completely comfortable, taking the time to pamper you. They held you close, kissing your forehead, stroking your hair as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“Sleep well, babygirl,” Jey says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You more than enough, just remember that. You perfect the way you are.”

Jimmy pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around you. “We gotchu, sweetheart. Know that.”

As you drift off to sleep, surrounded by their warmth and protection, the insecurities begin to fade away, replaced with a newfound sense of self-love and acceptance.

Fin❦

Note: Whewww y’all this was a wild ride but thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you like it♥️

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[afterdarkprincess]

sidelined (by your side)

Rating: Gen Pairing: Sami Zayn/Jey Uso Word Count: 1,013 Summary: Just 1k of Sami being very in love with Jey. He's so real for that. AO3 Link

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Sami doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. It’s a press appearance, no different than any other he’s done in the last few years as a WWE Superstar. They’ve become normal since he’s been in the Main Event scene, it should be no problem.

Except everything is different now.

His eyes wander to where Jey is fussing with the chain around his neck, checking the placement in the mirror.

They were dropped off a while ago and led to this green room to chill out until they’re expected out on the field. Jey took the opportunity to sneak kisses from him the second they were left alone, kisses that Sami can still taste on his lips.

Under his sweatshirt, the weight of the wedding band he’s strung on a thin chain calms and grounds him.

Jey had proclaimed him “Sami Uso” in front of the whole WWE universe a few weeks ago, but no one other than a few trusted friends knew how true it really was. How they’d finally stopped denying the love that had been building between them for years, growing to the point of inevitability.

The first time their lips met, it felt like coming home. And the feeling hasn’t gone away with each subsequent kiss. Sami wonders sometimes if that feeling will ever go away, though he prays it won’t.

He never wants to take this for granted. Take Jey for granted. He knows how lucky he is to have this, for Jey to want him like this in return. For Jey to love him as fiercely as he does.

Jey turns from the mirror and grins at him, that wonderful dopey smile that Sami loves so much.

He crosses the few feet of distance between them, taking Jey’s hands in his before pulling him close to press a kiss to Jey’s warm cheek.

“Love you,” Sami murmurs against the soft skin, captivated by the twinkle in Jey’s dark eyes.

Jey squeezes his hand. “Love you too Sami. You ready for this? First time we doin’ this kinda thing together.”

Sami brings their intertwined fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of Jey’s hand and nods. “I’m ready.”

The door opens, startling them both.

“Apologies, sirs- it’s time to head out to the field.” The staff member smiles politely. Sami wishes he could just tell her to go away, that he and Jey could hide away in here all afternoon but the show must go on he supposes.

Jey drops his hand but smiles at Sami reassuringly. “C’mon Uce- I’ll explain all the football stuff so you ain’t confused.”

Sami chuckles and knocks his shoulder into Jey’s as they follow out of the room.

On the field, it’s mostly easy to remember not to touch Jey too much or linger too close. The roar of the crowd around them is familiar, though they aren’t there for them.

There are moments though. Moments where it’s just them on the sidelines, the camera’s around them aimed elsewhere. They’re standing so close, the few inches between their fingers pulling at him like a magnet.

Jey is delighted to be here, like a kid at Christmas. Just when Sami thinks there’s no way he could love Jey Uso any deeper, he finds new facets to fall even further in love with. Jey loves football, had dreams of making it to a field like this when he was young.

Sami is just thrilled to be able to spend moments like this with Jey- even if they can’t be as open as they’d like.

He can’t resist for long, wanting to preserve this moment for just them. He pulls out his phone, awkward with it as he is. Jey doesn’t notice at first as Sami pans over the field, over the marching band that’s passing by them until he reaches his true subject; Jey’s soft smile as he watches the action.

It lasts for just a moment, until Jey catches him looking, smile turning into a big cheesy grin for the camera before they both fold into giggles.

Even with tens of thousands of people around, Sami only has eyes for Jey. Go figure.

—

Later after the game ends, they’re pulled up on stage to give out one of the collaboration title belts to the winning team, the spotlight on them for just a moment in the celebration.

Sami forgets the name of the young man that Jey handed the belt off to. He can’t find it in himself to care all that much, as much as he would hate to admit it. The quarterback (maybe? or captain? do American football teams have captains?) lifts the belt into the air, triggering an explosion of confetti that rains down on them.

They’re cut off from everyone else by a blizzard of color, no one paying attention to them anymore.

Jey’s eyes find his, those perfect brown eyes shining under all the lights. He’s still grinning from ear to ear and Sami just can’t resist anymore.

He grabs Jey’s arm, tugging him in close in what might look like just a hug to the rest of the world. At the last moment, he turns his head, stealing a quick kiss.

Jey’s expression morphs from surprise to warm fondness, shaking his head but still smiling as the confetti keeps falling all around.

Sami loves him so much. This man that has endured so much hardship in his life and is still able to smile and bring joy to so many. That he still has such kindness in him is a testament to his character after all that Roman put him through.

But no more. Never again. It was one of the things he’d whispered between them, a solemn vow Sami intended to take to the grave. To love and protect Jey always, for better or for worse. His husband. The love of his life.

Sami may not have wrestled tonight, but with the celebration roaring around him and Jey beside him, he can’t help but feel like he’s the real winner tonight.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes.. a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 26: The Room…

October 16th, 2024 8:19 PM.

Jey sat in the hospital room, the steady beeping of the machines surrounding him. Three days had passed, and every day felt like a lifetime. Rhea was still intubated, the ventilator’s rhythmic hiss and the occasional soft alarms from the monitors filling the otherwise quiet room. Her once-vibrant energy, the same energy that lit up every arena she stepped into, was now reduced to these mechanical sounds.

He kissed her hand, cold to the touch, and his lips lingered there as if somehow the warmth of his love could spark something inside her. But nothing had changed. Every day, her heart rate seemed to dip just a little bit more, and it broke him a little more each time.

Jey didn’t care about RAW. He didn’t care about anything outside this room. Rhea was his entire world right now. The show could go on without him, the drama of WWE meant nothing if she wasn’t there to share in it with him. And so he stayed, refusing to leave her side unless absolutely necessary. The only moments he wasn’t in the room were when the nurses bathed her or when his stomach and his body demanded food or a quick shower. Other than that, Jey stayed, tethered to Rhea, holding on to her hand as if it could somehow bring her back.

Rhea’s family had been by every day. They were still staying at Damian’s loft, which was closer to the hospital and gave them a break from the inevitable media frenzy outside. Damian had insisted, wanting to protect Rhea’s family from the chaos while they dealt with their own pain. Calista, Rhea’s sister, had been strong, or at least tried to be, but Jey could see the pain in her eyes, the way she clutched her phone like she was waiting for some kind of miracle news.

Her parents were quieter, doing their best to support each other and Rhea, but they always seemed to leave before nightfall. They needed rest, time away from the constant barrage of machines and the heavy weight of the hospital. But not Jey. He couldn’t leave her, not for long. How could he? This was the woman he loved.

Trinity and Jon had left the day before, heading back to Florida. They couldn’t stay forever, but they promised to return the moment anything changed. Trinity had held Jey tightly before she left, whispering that he wasn’t alone in this, that they were all praying for Rhea. Jon had been quieter, more reserved, but the silent pat on the back was enough to convey his support.

Jey had promised to keep them updated, but the truth was, there hadn’t been any updates to give.

It was just him and Rhea now. Jey stared at her, his eyes tracing the familiar curves of her face, even with the tubes and wires connected to her. She looked so different from the woman he knew—the fierce, unstoppable Rhea Ripley. Now, she was still, and it tore him apart.

He could feel exhaustion tugging at his bones, but he didn’t care. The weight of the sleepless nights and the anxiety gnawed at him, but none of it compared to the thought of losing her. Slowly, he stood up, his legs stiff from sitting too long in the uncomfortable chair. His back ached, his muscles sore, but he barely noticed anymore.

Leaning down, Jey pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing aside a lock of her dark hair. “I’ll be right back, babygirl,” he whispered, his voice cracking from the exhaustion and emotion. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

He hesitated at the door, his eyes locked on her. Every step away from her felt like a betrayal, but he knew he needed a break. Just a quick one. A few minutes to grab a bite to eat and then he’d be right back.

With a heavy heart, Jey left the room, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. The door closed softly behind him, but the weight of it lingered in his chest. Even though he wasn’t physically with her, his heart remained tethered to Rhea. He wouldn’t leave her, not truly. Not until she woke up. He would be here, always.

Jey managed to walk his way down the quiet hallways to the cafeteria, his body moving on autopilot. It was late, but the cafeteria was still open, a small mercy in the middle of his long nights. He grabbed a tray and picked out some fruit and a microwaveable pizza slice that looked less appetizing than he remembered, but at least it was food. He grabbed two waters and a Gatorade, knowing he needed to stay hydrated even if he didn’t have much of an appetite.

As he approached the cashier, he fumbled with his wallet, pulling out some cash. The cashier, an older woman with kind eyes, smiled softly at him as she handed him his change. “Take care, honey,” she said, and Jey nodded, too tired to respond with more than a weak smile. He appreciated the sentiment, even if words felt hollow at the moment.

Jey made his way back to Rhea’s room, pushing the door open quietly. The familiar sounds of the machines greeted him, but something was different. A nurse was arranging more flowers that had been delivered, setting them down on the counter by the window. The room was starting to look more like a florist’s shop with the sheer number of arrangements. Cards filled with well-wishes and hopes of a speedy recovery.

The nurse turned to Jey, offering a small smile. “Would you like me to rearrange these? Make more room?” she asked, gesturing to the bouquets cluttering the room.

Jey nodded, setting his tray down on a small table by the bed. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

As the nurse quietly set about her task, Jey began to pick at his food. The pizza tasted as bland as it looked, but he forced himself to chew and swallow. He needed energy, needed something to keep him going. But even as he ate, his mind stayed with Rhea, his eyes flickering to her still form every few seconds.

Once the nurse had finished tidying up, she gave him a quick nod before leaving the room, her footsteps light and respectful as she closed the door behind her. Jey was alone with Rhea again, the quiet beeping of the machines the only sound.

He sighed, pushing the tray aside after finishing the banana. He turned to Rhea, still holding her hand, feeling the coolness of her skin. His thumb gently rubbed over her knuckles, and for a moment, he just sat there, watching her breathe with the help of the ventilator.

“Pizza ain’t that good after you eat it a couple of times…” he muttered softly, talking to her as if she could hear him. “I think the only thing that’s getting me by is the bananas.”

Jey paused, his voice catching for a moment. He stared at her, waiting for any sign that she might stir, that she might wake up and give him one of those teasing smiles, the ones she always flashed when he said something silly.

But there was nothing.

His throat tightened, and he squeezed her hand gently. “I’m trying to stay strong for you, you know?” His voice was barely a whisper. “But it’s hard, Rhea. Every day you don’t wake up… it’s harder to breathe without you.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on the edge of her bed, her hand still clutched in his. “Please wake up. I don’t know how long I can do this without you.”

Tears stung his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, not wanting to break down again. He had to be strong. For her. For them.

But in the quiet of the hospital room, with only the machines for company, all he could do was wait and hold on to the hope that maybe, just maybe, she’d open her eyes.

Jey took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he looked down at Rhea’s still, intubated form. He missed her smile, her voice—everything. He felt a constant heaviness in his chest, but reading these cards gave him a sense of connection, as though it would help her feel the outpouring of love that surrounded her.

“Rhea,” he murmured softly, his voice almost drowned out by the hum of the machines. “Would you like to hear some of the cards people sent? I know you’ve got a lot of people thinking about you.”

Jey stood up, gently letting go of her hand, and walked over to the vases lined up near the window. One vase caught his attention first—a striking arrangement of black roses. He plucked the card from its place, turning it over in his hands before reading it out loud.

“This one’s from The bum ass Judgment Day,” he said, looking over the note.

“Get well soon, Rhea. We’re all thinking about you. JD and Carlito are trying to fill your shoes, but there’s no replacing you. Dom’s holding it down, and Liv says we need our queen back. We’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to tear things up again. With love, ‘The Temu Judgement Day’.”

Jey chuckled softly as he placed the card back in the vase. “They’re all waiting for you, Rhea. You’ve got a whole army in your corner.”

He moved on to the next vase, this one bursting with vibrant daisies. He picked up the card attached to it and saw Nia’s name. His heart softened, knowing how close Nia and Rhea had become, especially after he and Rhea got together.

“Rhea. I know you’re in there fighting, and I’m here fighting with you. We’ve got each other’s backs, right? Jey’s going crazy over here, so do me a favor and get up soon. We all need you—especially him. Love you, Rhea. – Nia.”

He smiled as he placed the card back. Nia always had a way of adding humor to a heavy situation. She’d been like a sister to Rhea, and it warmed Jey’s heart knowing how much support they had, especially from family.

But as Jey moved to the next vase, something inside him shifted. The vibrant Teuila torch ginger stood tall, Samoa’s national flower. His hands shook slightly as he pulled the card from its place, knowing that this one was different. The weight of family was behind this card.

Taking a deep breath, Jey read the card out loud, his voice trembling slightly.

“Dear Rhea,” he began, “We’re all praying for your recovery. You’re a part of our family now, and we can’t wait to welcome you home when you’re ready. Stay strong for yourself, for Jey, and for all of us. With love, Solofa, Talisua, Jeyce… and Jaciyah.”

Jey’s voice broke as he read his son’s name. Jaciyah, the one who had been so angry with him for leaving his mother, Takecia, had attached his name to the card. It was a sign—a huge step. It felt like a piece of the family puzzle had finally started to come together.

His vision blurred with tears as he set the card down gently. He wiped his face quickly, trying to stay composed, but his emotions were too raw.

“Rhea,” he whispered, turning back to her, his voice filled with a mix of hope and pain. “My family… our family… they’re all here with you. Even Jaciyah… he’s coming around. You’re already a part of us.”

Jey returned to her side, sitting down and once again taking her cold hand in his. He held it tightly, his thumb gently stroking her skin as he fought to keep his tears at bay.

“You’ve got so much love around you,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “My mom, my dad, Jeyce… Jaciyah… They’re waiting for you. I’m waiting for you.”

His forehead rested against her arm as the tears he’d been holding back finally fell. He didn’t care anymore—he let the emotion wash over him. “You’re already one of us, Rhea. You always have been. And we’re not giving up on you.”

The room remained silent, save for the beeping of the machines and the soft hum of the ventilator. But in that stillness, Jey felt the overwhelming presence of love—an invisible force that was keeping them all going.

He squeezed her hand once more, his voice breaking as he whispered, “We’re all waiting for you, Rhea. Come back to us.”

Jey sat in the chair, exhaustion creeping over him like a heavy fog. His eyelids felt heavier with each blink, and the sterile, quiet hum of the hospital room only made the silence more unbearable. He glanced at Rhea again, her still figure unmoving except for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, assisted by the ventilator.

After some time, Jey rubbed his face, feeling the weight of his weariness. He gently pulled his hand away from Rhea’s, even though it hurt to do so. He knew he needed some rest. He stood up, staring down at her one last time before making his way to the other side of the room.

He turned the chair into a twin bed, the mechanical click loud in the otherwise quiet room. He grabbed the pillows and blanket from the other chair, setting them up in a makeshift bed that would allow him to stay as close to her as possible. Sleep had become something of a luxury lately, but if he was going to doze off, he wanted to do it right here—next to Rhea.

Jey lowered the bed guard on her side, his movements slow and deliberate, trying not to disturb any of the machines or wires. Once it was down, he carefully pushed the chair bed closer to her, close enough that he could reach out and touch her. He made himself as comfortable as he could, shifting around until he settled in. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

Once he was lying down, Jey reached out, draping his arm gently over Rhea’s stomach. The soft rise and fall beneath his arm reminded him that she was still here, still fighting. His fingers grazed her side as if he could somehow transfer his strength to her, willing her to wake up, to open her eyes and smile at him again.

“Goodnight, Rhea,” he whispered softly, his voice filled with love and exhaustion.

He allowed his eyes to close, the steady rhythm of the machines lulling him into sleep. It wasn’t long before Jey fell into a deep slumber, still clinging to the hope that when he woke up, Rhea would be awake too. For now, though, all he could do was hold her close, even if it was in silence, and pray for the day she’d wake up and everything would be right again.

As Jey drifted deeper into sleep, his mind took him to a place that felt far more comforting—his memories. The hospital room, the cold sterile environment, and the beeping machines all faded away as a familiar warmth filled his senses.

In the memory, Jey stood in the kitchen, the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs filling the air. He hummed a little tune under his breath, flipping the omelets carefully and making sure they were just right, golden and fluffy. After all, this wasn’t just any breakfast—it was breakfast in bed for Rhea. A special morning where they had no plans but to indulge in each other’s company, free from the outside world.

Once he was done, Jey assembled the plates, adding some fresh fruit to the side. He grabbed two glasses of orange juice and placed everything neatly on a tray. He smiled to himself, proud of the little surprise he was about to bring her.

Balancing the tray carefully, he made his way toward the guest bedroom. The house was silent, the absence of anyone else giving them a rare moment of peace. As he nudged the door open with his hip, he found Rhea lying in bed, completely relaxed, her bare skin glowing in the soft morning light. She stretched lazily, her eyes sparkling as she admired him.

“Someone is pulling out all the stops today…” she teased, her voice playful and full of affection. She sat up slightly, the sheets draped loosely around her body, revealing just enough to make Jey’s heart race.

He grinned, walking over to the bed and setting the tray down carefully on the nightstand. “Well, you know I gotta keep you happy, especially after the night we had,” he winked, leaning in to give her a quick kiss before grabbing his plate.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “After I devour this omelet, I’m going to devour you all day,” she purred, making Jey chuckle as he sat beside her.

“That’s the plan,” Jey said, giving her a playful nudge. “House is all ours today, no interruptions. Just you and me, all day in this bed.”

Rhea’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the idea, and she grabbed her fork, ready to dig in. “Well, in that case, you better eat fast, because I’m not gonna wait too long.”

Jey laughed, feeling lighter than he had in days. In this memory, everything was perfect. The warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains, the taste of breakfast shared with the woman he loved, the promise of an entire day spent together in each other’s arms—it was the kind of simple, intimate joy that he cherished most. A day where the outside world didn’t exist, and all that mattered was their love.

As he sat there, watching Rhea eat with a smile on her face, Jey couldn’t help but feel overwhelming gratitude for moments like this. It was a kind of happiness he wished he could hold on to forever.

But just as quickly as the memory came, it began to fade, pulling Jey back into the present. The warmth of the sun and Rhea’s laughter disappeared, replaced by the cool, sterile air of the hospital. Jey stirred in his sleep, his body shifting slightly as the reality of Rhea’s current condition settled back in. He tightened his arm around her in his sleep, clinging to the fleeting memory and hoping for more days like that—more mornings filled with love, laughter, and the kind of peace that only Rhea could give him.

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October 17th 2024, 7:49 AM

The following day came quietly, the dull light from the overcast sky filtering through the hospital window. Jey stirred awake, his body aching slightly from sleeping in the chair bed. The persistent sound of his phone buzzing pulled him fully out of his slumber. He groaned softly and reached into his pocket, pulling out the phone and answering without even looking at the caller ID.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

“Any progress?” Damian’s voice came through the line, carrying with it the familiar tone of concern.

Jey glanced over at Rhea, her face as still as it had been since the day she was admitted. The machines beside her bed continued their rhythmic beeping, each sound a reminder of how fragile everything felt.

“No,” Jey replied quietly, shaking his head even though Damian couldn’t see it. “Nothing yet.”

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. Damian, always the one to keep things light, seemed to be struggling with this situation just as much as everyone else.

“Alright… You want any breakfast?” Damian offered, his voice softening.

Jey paused, feeling his stomach rumble faintly. He hadn’t eaten much lately, and what little he did eat wasn’t satisfying. “Just a bagel and a hot cup of coffee, man. That’s all I need,” Jey finally answered.

“Got it. I’ll be there soon,” Damian said, before hanging up.

Jey sat up and rubbed his face, trying to shake the tiredness from his body. He glanced around the room, eyes landing on the chair bed he had slept on, now crumpled from the night before. He got up, stretching his stiff muscles before walking over to fix it. Once he had returned the chair to its upright position, he sighed, feeling the weight of the days spent in this room press down on him.

He walked over to his duffel bag and rummaged through it, pulling out his toiletries bag and a change of clothes. He walked back to Rhea’s side, leaned over, and gently kissed her forehead, her skin still cold to the touch. “I’ll be back in a minute, baby,” he whispered, even though he wasn’t sure she could hear him.

Heading to the small restroom in Rhea’s hospital room, Jey stripped down and stepped into the shower. The hot water was a relief, washing away the stress and exhaustion that had been building up over the last few days. He took his time, scrubbing away the grime and letting the water soothe his sore muscles. After the shower, he brushed his teeth, then spent a few extra minutes styling his hair, trying to keep himself feeling somewhat put together despite the chaos in his mind.

Once he was dressed, he gathered his toiletries and placed them back in his bag, throwing his dirty clothes into the duffel. He made a mental note that he would need more clothes soon—he hadn’t expected to be here for this long.

Jey returned to his usual spot beside Rhea’s bed, sitting down and taking her hand once again. He squeezed it gently, offering what little comfort he could. As always, the silence in the room felt overwhelming. The only sound was the soft hum of the machines and the occasional shuffle of footsteps in the hallway.

Trying to distract himself, Jey picked up the remote and turned on the small TV mounted on the wall. He flipped through the channels absentmindedly, not really sure what he was looking for, until he stumbled upon an old classic—Gremlins. He chuckled to himself and decided to settle on it, letting the nostalgia of the movie keep his mind occupied.

As he waited for Damian to arrive, Jey held Rhea’s hand, his thumb gently rubbing over her skin, as if hoping that today would be the day she would squeeze back.

Damian finally arrived, the door creaking softly as he stepped into the room. He handed Jey a coffee and a bagel with some condiments, trying to offer a little comfort in the form of breakfast. “Here,” Damian said, pulling up a chair beside him. “It’s French vanilla.”

Jey barely acknowledged the gesture, taking a slow sip of the coffee, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He unwrapped the bagel but only managed a small bite before setting it aside, disinterested.

Damian unwrapped his own breakfast sandwich, glancing at Jey. “How’d you sleep?”

Jey shrugged, his face emotionless. “It doesn’t get better every night. It’s worse.”

Damian chewed thoughtfully, watching his friend. The weariness in Jey’s voice was undeniable. “And how are you feeling? Like, really?”

Jey’s shoulders sagged, the weight of everything pressing down on him. “I don’t know,” he muttered, staring into his coffee cup as if it held the answer to all his problems. “I’m just… here.”

Damian sighed, setting his sandwich down. “Bro, you can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy. Staying cooped up in this room, day after day—it’s starting to take a toll.”

Jey didn’t respond at first, but he knew Damian was right. As much as he hated to admit it, the isolation, the endless waiting, it was all gnawing away at him. After a pause, he gave a small nod. “Yeah… I know.”

Just then, a nurse entered the room with an enormous bouquet of flowers, followed by another carrying an oversized teddy bear. Jey frowned at the sight of them, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Just… put them down somewhere,” he muttered, motioning toward the already cramped space.

The nurses did as he asked and quietly left, leaving Jey and Damian alone again.

Jey stared at the flowers for a long moment before getting up to grab the card attached to the bouquet. He read it silently, his expression darkening with each word.

Rhea, I miss you. If you would have just stayed with me, you wouldn’t have tried to off yourself. You remember when we talked about having a kid? Talked about being the perfect family? I’ll forgive you being with Jey as long as you come back to me. I love you. I know you’re not thinking straight. Rhea, you will ALWAYS be my wife! Matt.

Jey’s hands began to tremble, his grip tightening on the card until it crumpled in his fist. His heart pounded in his chest, rage coursing through his veins. Without warning, he grabbed the bouquet and began tearing it apart, the thorns digging into his hands, causing blood to drip onto the white petals. But he didn’t stop—he couldn’t stop. The anger, the frustration, everything he had been holding inside finally exploded.

“Jey, stop!” Damian rushed over, trying to grab his arms, but Jey jerked away, his voice raw with emotion.

“Get off me!” Jey shouted, his breath ragged as he continued to destroy the flowers, his blood-streaked hands moving frantically. “He doesn’t get to say that! He doesn’t get to act like she’s still his!”

Damian backed off for a moment, unsure how to reach him. Jey’s rage was consuming him, and Damian didn’t know how to pull him back. But before he could try again, a nurse hurried in, alarmed by the commotion.

“Sir, you need to calm down,” the nurse said firmly, calling for backup. Two more nurses quickly entered, one carrying a medical kit while the other assessed the situation.

Damian stepped in, trying to intervene. “Jey, man, you gotta stop. This isn’t helping her.”

Jey’s breathing was heavy, his chest heaving as the blood dripped from his hands. His face was flushed with emotion, the pain and anger swirling together in his mind. The nurses cautiously approached, one of them speaking gently but with authority.

“Sir, if you don’t calm down, we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” the nurse warned, her tone professional but stern. “We can’t have this kind of outburst in here. It’s not safe for anyone.”

Those words seemed to cut through the fog of Jey’s rage. He paused, his shoulders slumping as the reality of the situation began to settle in. He didn’t want to be kicked out. He didn’t want to leave Rhea alone, especially not now.

Slowly, Jey lowered his bloodied hands, his chest still rising and falling heavily with each breath. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The nurses exchanged glances before moving forward to help. One of them gently took Jey by the arm, leading him to sit down while the other began cleaning and bandaging his hands. Jey didn’t resist, his energy completely drained now that the outburst had passed.

Damian stood by, watching with a mixture of concern and relief. He knew Jey was barely hanging on, and this was just one more crack in the dam that was about to break.

As the nurse finished tending to his hands, she gave Jey a gentle but serious look. “We’ll give you one more chance to stay calm, okay?”

Jey nodded weakly, his eyes distant as he stared at the floor, his mind a swirling storm of emotions. He knew he had to pull it together—for her. But as the weight of everything pressed down on him, he couldn’t help but wonder how much longer he could keep it up.

Once Damian was certain that Jey had calmed down, he stood up from his chair and excused himself quietly. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured to Jey, who barely nodded in response, still lost in thought. Damian picked up the torn flowers and threw them in the trash, he grabbed the teddy bear and made his way out of the room, walking purposefully toward the nurses’ station.

The nurses looked up as Damian approached, concern still lingering in their eyes from the earlier incident. He offered them a grateful smile. “Thank you for helping us out with Jey. I know that was… a lot.”

One of the nurses, the one who had bandaged Jey’s hands, nodded sympathetically. “We understand. It’s a tough situation.”

Damian hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts before leaning in closer to speak quietly. “Listen, there’s something else I need to talk to you about. It’s about Demi—well, her ex-husband.” He glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one else was nearby before continuing. “His name is Matthew Adams, but he also goes by Buddy Matthews or sometimes just Matt Adams. If he sends any more flowers, or if he shows up trying to visit her, I need you to deny it. No contact. Under no circumstances should he be allowed near her.”

The nurses exchanged glances, understanding the seriousness of his request. The head nurse leaned in, her voice low but firm. “Is there a specific reason? We need to note something in her chart for security purposes.”

Damian took a deep breath, careful not to give away too much. “Demi’s been through a lot with him. He’s not safe for her, emotionally or physically. As of two weeks ago she is pressing charges on him for assault.”

The nurses nodded in unison, their expressions hardening with understanding. “We’ll make sure it’s in her chart,” one of them said, typing the information into the system. “No contact from anyone under those names—flowers, visits, anything.”

Damian sighed in relief. “Thank you. I appreciate it. This means a lot, not just to me but to her. Can you also get rid of this? I don’t know if you girls have kids but the teddy bear will do better to someone else than in the trash.”

“We’ll take care of it,” the nurse assured him. “And if anyone tries to bypass the rule, we’ll inform security right away.” One of the nurses grabbed the teddy bear from Damian, making a comment that she will give it to her daughter.

With that settled, Damian gave a small nod and made his way back toward Rhea’s room, the weight of responsibility still heavy on his shoulders but feeling a little more reassured that at least one more problem had been handled. As he walked back into the room, he found Jey sitting quietly, staring blankly at the TV screen but not really paying attention to what was on. Damian sat back down beside him, handing Jey his now-cold coffee.

“It’s done,” Damian said softly, as Jey looked over at him. “No more flowers. No more messages. He’s cut off.”

Jey’s shoulders sagged in relief, the tension finally easing just a little. “Thanks, man.”

Damian gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “Anything for you guys. You know that.”

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3:18 PM

The afternoon light continue to filter into the hospital room, casting soft shadows as Jey and Damian sat with Rhea, mindlessly watching whatever was on the screen. The sound of explosions from some action movie echoed through the room, but neither of them paid much attention. It was more of a distraction than entertainment, something to fill the oppressive silence that had lingered for days now.

Rhea’s family had opted to stay back at Damian’s loft after her father started experiencing chest pains earlier that day. Her mother, always protective, insisted on keeping an eye on him. They wanted to be with Rhea, but her mom feared that her dad’s stress would only escalate if he was at the hospital. So, it was just Jey, Damian, and Rhea, the quiet hum of the TV filling the space around them.

A knock at the door broke the stillness.

Jey perked up, shifting slightly in his seat, while Damian gave a brief glance toward the door. They both looked a bit puzzled. It wasn’t time for a nurse check-in, and they weren’t expecting any more visitors today.

The door opened gently, and in peeked a man in a sharp suit. Julian Velasquez. The lawyer Rhea and Jey were assigned by WWE. He had a calm demeanor about him, a professional confidence that suited his role.

“Hey, Julian,” Jey said, rising to his feet and extending a hand.

Julian smiled as he stepped into the room, shaking Jey’s hand firmly before turning to Damian. “Good to see you again, Jey. Damian, right?”

Damian nodded, standing to shake his hand. “Yeah, thanks for coming by.”

Julian’s expression turned somber as he glanced at Rhea, still in her hospital bed, then back to the two men. “I’m so sorry for what’s happened. I hope she’s going to be okay. My girls love her..”

Jey nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “It’s a waiting game at this point.”

Julian nodded and set down a modest bouquet of flowers on the small ledge by the window. “These are from the firm. Nothing big, just a little something to brighten up the room.”

Damian offered a quiet thank you as Julian straightened his tie and opened his briefcase, pulling out a few folders.

“I wanted to talk to you both about something important,” Julian began, his tone shifting from empathetic to professional. “Before her… accident, Rhea and I had a conversation about her estate. This was about a week before everything happened. She made a decision that impacts both of you.”

Jey’s brow furrowed in confusion, glancing over at Damian before looking back at Julian. “What do you mean?”

Julian cleared his throat, unfolding the papers before him. “Rhea named both of you as co-executors of her estate.”

Jey blinked, taken aback. “Co-executors?”

Damian mirrored the confusion. “What exactly does that mean?”

Julian nodded, understanding their confusion. “Essentially, being named as co-executors means that both of you are responsible for managing Rhea’s affairs in the event she’s incapacitated, which… she currently is. This includes overseeing her finances, ensuring any legal matters are handled, and making decisions on her behalf.”

Jey felt a sinking feeling in his chest. He hadn’t even thought about the legal side of things—the estate, finances, or anything else. All he cared about was Rhea waking up and being okay. “But… why us? She has her family.”

Julian smiled softly. “She trusted you both. She believed that you would make the best decisions for her in the event something happened. She didn’t want her family burdened with everything, especially with how stressful things have been for them. She felt you two would have her back, no matter what.”

Damian scratched the back of his head, looking between Jey and Julian. “Okay, but… what does that mean for right now? What do we actually need to do?”

“Well, for starters,” Julian continued, “Rhea has a court appearance scheduled regarding the assault case against Matthew Adams. The judge has already been informed of her condition, but the court still requires someone to be present on her behalf. Since you’re co-executors, either one of you will need to attend.”

Jey shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around everything. “So… one of us has to go to Florida for this court appearance? When is it?”

“In two weeks,” Julian answered. “I’ll be there, of course, but the court requires someone with legal authority to represent her estate. That’s where you two come in.”

Jey stared at the floor for a moment, processing it all. His mind was still so fixated on Rhea waking up that he hadn’t even considered the implications of the legal proceedings against Matt. The weight of responsibility pressed down on him.

“I’ll go,” Jey finally said, his voice quiet but resolute.

Damian looked over at him, a little surprised. “You sure? I can handle it if you don’t feel up to it.”

Jey shook his head. “No, I’ve got this. I want to be there for her. I need to be.”

Julian gave a small nod, closing his briefcase. “Alright. I’ll keep you updated with the details as we get closer. And if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out. We’ll get through this, one step at a time.”

Jey sighed, running a hand through his hair as he glanced back at Rhea. “Yeah. One step at a time.”

Julian offered one more reassuring smile before taking his leave, leaving Jey and Damian alone in the quiet room once more. The weight of their new responsibility lingered heavily in the air, and though neither of them said it aloud, they knew they were in this together—for Rhea, for her future, and for whatever came next.

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Before Damian knew it, the clock had already struck 8 PM. He stretched in his chair, his muscles stiff from sitting in the same position for hours, then glanced over at Jey. “You want anything from the bodega across the street? I can grab something for dinner.”

Jey didn’t even think twice, his stomach growling in response. “Yeah, man. Whatever you recommend, but make sure the it is a hefty portion,” he said with a tired chuckle. “This hospital food ain’t cutting it anymore.”

Damian gave a knowing nod and got up, grabbing his wallet and keys. “I got you. I’ll be back soon.”

As Damian left the room, the soft sound of his footsteps disappearing down the hallway, Jey turned his focus back to Rhea. Her chest rose and fell steadily, her face serene despite everything they had been through. Jey sighed, his heart heavy, but there was a warmth that always filled him when he was next to her. He reached over, gently taking her hand in his, lifting it to his lips as he kissed her knuckles, his eyes closing for a moment.

A memory washed over him, pulling him back to a time that felt like it had happened both yesterday and a lifetime ago.

They had been in a hotel room, lying on the bed after a long day on the road. Their heads were touching, but their bodies were reversed, sprawled across the bed as they both scrolled through their phones. Jey had his Bluetooth speaker playing softly in the background, the music a soothing hum in the dimly lit room.

The song playing ended, and then Alicia Keys’ You Don’t Know My Name began to fill the air. Jey’s face lit up at the familiar intro, and he turned his head to look at Rhea, his lips curving into a soft smile.

“This right here? This is real music,” Jey had said, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Rhea glanced over at him, a little smirk playing on her lips. “I don’t know this one.”

Jey shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “What? Nah, you gotta listen to the words.” He turned up the volume a little and started to sing along to the verse, his voice low and smooth, effortlessly matching the vibe of the song.

“I see us on our first date, you’re doing everything that makes me smile…”

Rhea’s smile widened as she listened to him sing, the meaning of the lyrics slowly sinking in. Her eyes softened, and she turned onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as she watched him with that look she always gave him when he made her heart flutter.

Jey, still singing, leaned closer, his voice deepening as he sang the iconic line. “You don’t know my name…”

Rhea’s laughter bubbled up as she reached for his shirt, tugging him toward her. Jey laughed along, his hand finding its way to her waist as he let himself be pulled in. The mood was light, intimate, perfect.

With a grin, Jey pushed a loose strand of Rhea’s hair behind her ear, his hand lingering as he cupped her face gently. The song continued to play, but all Jey could focus on was the way she looked at him. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, soft and slow, savoring the moment like he did every time their lips touched.

Rhea broke the kiss first, her hand reaching up to touch his face, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. She gazed into his eyes, her voice soft and almost fragile as she whispered, “What are you doing to me?”

Jey’s smile was tender, his heart swelling in his chest. He kissed the palm of her hand, his answer simple but full of meaning. “I’m loving you…”

Rhea’s lips curled into a small, shy smile, and she pulled him in for another kiss, this one deeper, more intense. Jey smiled against her lips, feeling her warmth, her love, in every touch, in every breath they shared.

Back in the hospital room, Jey opened his eyes slowly, the memory fading but leaving behind a bittersweet ache in his chest. He squeezed Rhea’s hand gently, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.

“I’m still loving you,” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible, but the weight of his words hung in the air.

The hospital room was awash in sterile quiet, the air thick with tension as the machines hummed and beeped with mechanical precision. The ventilator’s steady rhythm was a constant reminder of the delicate hold Rhea had on life.

Now, silence surrounded him, suffocating and heavy and twenty minutes had passed… as if time was important in these moments.

Jey sighed deeply, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles, lingering as he whispered, “Come back to me, baby.”

And then—there it was.

A flicker. Barely noticeable. But enough.

Her fingers twitched beneath his touch.

His heart nearly stopped, his eyes snapping to her hand. “Rhea?” he whispered, raw hope coursing through him. He leaned closer, searching her face, desperate for any sign that she was coming back.

Her eyelids fluttered, a brief, jerky motion, and Jey’s breath caught in his throat. It was small—almost nothing—but it was something.

“Rhea, it’s me. Can you hear me?”

Her fingers twitched again, and Jey stood, gripping her hand tighter as he watched her eyes slowly, painfully begin to open. Confusion clouded her gaze, disoriented as she tried to comprehend her surroundings.

But then her breathing changed.

Her chest started to heave, the mechanical rise and fall of the ventilator clashing with her own panicked attempt to breathe against it. The endotracheal tube lodged in her throat was designed to assist her breathing but now felt like a choking hazard to her. Her eyes widened, filled with fear, and her body jerked, instinctively fighting the foreign object.

“Hey, hey, Rhea, it’s okay,” Jey said quickly, his voice rising in alarm as he stood by her side, squeezing her hand. “You’re in the hospital. That tube is helping you breathe. You’re okay.”

But she couldn’t hear him—not really. Panic overtook her body, her heart rate spiking as the monitor beeped erratically in response. Her eyes darted around the room, wild with confusion and terror, as her body thrashed weakly against the bed.

“Sir, you need to step back,” a nurse said firmly as she rushed in, her demeanor professional yet urgent.

Jey shook his head, refusing to let go. “No, I can help her—just let me stay—”

Before he could finish, more nurses entered, moving to restrain Rhea’s arms as she struggled. “We need to stabilize her,” one nurse said sharply, her eyes scanning the monitors. “Her heart rate is in the tachycardia range, and we need to get her calm.”

One nurse quickly assessed Rhea’s vitals while another prepared a sedative to help manage her anxiety. “Rhea, I know this is frightening,” the nurse said, her voice soothing. “We’re going to help you. Just breathe with us.”

Jey felt his heart racing as he watched Rhea fight against the very machine that was keeping her alive. “Rhea, look at me,” he called out, his voice cracking. “It’s going to be okay. I’m right here!”

The nurse administered the sedative through Rhea’s IV line, hoping to help her calm down as the others continued to monitor her vitals. Rhea’s body jerked one last time before her movements slowed, her breathing becoming less erratic as the medication took effect.

“Her heart rate is stabilizing,” the nurse said, her voice quieter now, more measured. “She’s calming down, but we still need to keep her intubated until she can breathe on her own without distress.”

Jey’s breath escaped him in a shaky rush, and he sagged against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving Rhea. Her body had relaxed, her eyes now closed, her breathing once again synced with the ventilator’s steady rhythm.

“She’s still too weak to be extubated,” the nurse said, turning to Jey with a sympathetic look. “Her body isn’t ready yet. We’ll keep monitoring her closely.”

Jey nodded wordlessly, the fear still clinging to him like a shadow. He felt Damian’s presence beside him, strong and steady. “What just happened?” Damian asked, concern etched on his face.

“She woke up,” Jey whispered, his voice hoarse. “But she panicked… She was fighting the ventilator.”

Damian’s face fell as he listened, and he placed a hand on Jey’s shoulder. “She’ll wake up again, Jey. She will.”

“I don’t know how long I can keep doing this,” Jey admitted, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. “What if this is it? What if she doesn’t come back?”

Jey walked away from Damian, feeling the walls closing in around him. He stepped into the sterile hallway, his heart heavy with fear and doubt. As he wandered through the labyrinth of the hospital, he felt a desperate need to escape the chaos, to find some solace in the midst of it all.

Eventually, he found himself standing before a small chapel tucked away in a quiet corner of the hospital. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, stepping inside. The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, and a hush enveloped him.

Jey sank into a pew, his heart aching as he bowed his head. “Please,” he whispered into the stillness, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Bring her back to me.”

The chapel stood silent, its air thick with the weight of unspoken prayers and flickering candlelight. Jey’s eyes were locked on the statue of God, a figure of stone that seemed to loom over him, cold and unyielding. Each flicker of the candles cast shadows that danced across the walls, but they provided no warmth against the chill that settled deep in his bones. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless rhythm that matched the swell of rage and despair bubbling to the surface.

“Is this my punishment for loving Rhea?” he yelled, his voice cracking as he approached the statue, desperation clawing at his throat. His hands shot up in frustration, palms open as if to surrender to the heavens. “What did I do to deserve this?”

He began to pace, each step heavy with the burden of his anguish. Memories of Rhea flooded his mind—her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled, the warmth of her touch. Each recollection was a bittersweet reminder of what he could lose. “You already took Julie away! Now you’re going to take Rhea?” The pain of his daughter’s loss twisted like a knife in his heart, the agony feeling fresh as if it had just happened yesterday.

With every word, his voice grew louder, filled with anger and sorrow. “What do you want from me? Why put her in my path if you don’t want me with her? Why give me a glimpse of happiness only to snatch it away? Why?”

The chapel’s stillness bore witness to his torment, and with each desperate plea, his pacing intensified, the desperation morphing into anger and despair. The weight of his emotions felt unbearable, as if he were trapped beneath a mountain of grief. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold it together any longer. He crumbled to the floor, the cold stone pressing against him as he let the tears flow freely, the sobs erupting from him like a dam bursting. His cries echoed in the chapel, a raw sound of heartbreak and defeat.

“Take me instead!” he pleaded, his voice hoarse and cracked as he looked up at the statue, hands still raised in supplication. “Don’t take her! Take me! I can’t bear this pain anymore!” The words spilled from him, each one a desperate plea into the void, a challenge to whatever deity controlled his fate.

And then, in the midst of his brokenness, a soft voice emerged, almost ethereal. “Dad.”

Jey’s head shot up, his breath hitching as he turned. There stood Julie, his miscarried daughter, her figure bathed in a soft glow. She wore a simple white gown that flowed around her like light, her hair shimmering as if spun from moonlight. The sight of her made his heart ache anew, and he felt both joy and devastation crashing together in a wave of emotion.

“Julie?” His heart ached, tears streaming down his face. Her presence felt like a dream, yet the pain in his chest was all too real. “Is this really you?”

“You have to be strong,” she said gently, her voice like a whisper in the wind. “You cannot say things like this… you’re making it harder on yourself.” Her words were soothing yet firm, a reminder that he needed to hold on, even as everything around him crumbled.

Jey shook his head, the weight of her words pressing down on him. “I lost you,” he sobbed, anguish spilling from his lips like blood from a wound. “I lost Rhea. At this point, just take me too…”

He reached out, desperate to hold her, but his hand passed through hers as if she were made of mist. The emptiness clawed at him, and he cried harder, feeling utterly shattered. “I’m broken,” he admitted, his voice cracking, the sorrow spilling out uncontrollably.

Julie’s expression softened, her gaze drifting to the statue behind her before turning back to Jey. “Sing it…”

“What do you mean?” Jey sniffled, confusion clouding his mind. Her presence felt real yet so far removed from the pain he was experiencing. For a moment, he thought if he was truly going crazy..

“You’re not going crazy,” she reassured him, as if sensing his doubt. “Just sing it. Remember.”

“Remember what?” he asked, frustration mixing with grief.

“Mom. What she meant to you…” she said, her eyes shining with encouragement, urging him to remember the bond they shared.

The words struck a chord deep within him, and Jey felt a flicker of something—an ember of hope amidst the darkness. He looked at Julie, determination rising within him. “Young and Beautiful…” he repeated, his voice barely a whisper, the melody haunting and beautiful, a bittersweet reminder of what they had lost.

With renewed urgency, Jey bolted from the chapel, the image of his daughter lingering in his mind. He dashed through the corridors of the hospital, his heart racing as he raced toward Rhea’s room. Each step felt heavy, yet fueled by the memory of his daughter and the love he held for Rhea.

He pushed the door open with urgency, and the sight that met him broke him anew.

Damian sat in a chair beside Rhea’s bed, tears streaming down his face as he held Rhea’s limp hand in his own. The sight struck Jey like a punch to the gut, a gut-wrenching reminder of the fragility of life. “Get out!” he shouted, his voice a mixture of desperation and fury, the raw emotion spilling from him like an open wound.

Damian looked up, confusion etched across his features. “Jey, what—?”

“Get out!” Jey repeated, his voice breaking as he felt a primal need to protect Rhea, to be there for her, and he couldn’t stand the sight of anyone else in that moment.

As Jey’s wild gaze bore into him, Damian sensed the deranged look in Jey’s eyes and slowly stood up, backing away with his hands raised. “Okay, man. I’m just… I’m just outside if you need me.”

Jey barely registered Damian leaving as he moved to Rhea’s side, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling his lungs. He grasped her hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, the gentle rise and fall of her chest—fragile, yet still there. “I’m here, Rhea,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he fought to hold back his own tears. “I won’t give up on you. I’ll fight for you. Just… come back to me.”

His eyes roamed over her pale face, the tubes and wires connecting her to the machines that beeped and hummed around them. The sight twisted in his gut, but he couldn’t look away. He remembered their moments together, the laughter, the love, the promise of a future that now felt so distant.

In that moment, Jey knew he had to find his way back to hope, no matter how far he had to go.

Jey’s heart raced as he rifled through his phone’s playlist, searching for the song that had just come to him in a moment of desperation. It felt like a wild, reckless idea, but he was ready to grasp at any hope he could find. He had lost so much—his daughter, his peace, and the love of his life. What did he have left to lose?

Finally, he found it. With trembling fingers, he selected the track and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. This was more than just a song; it was a plea, a lifeline, a connection to Rhea that he desperately needed. He grabbed one of the AirPods and carefully placed it in Rhea’s ear, then took the other for himself. He felt a flicker of hope as he pressed play, willing the music to reach her, to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.

The soft notes of the song began to fill the room, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Jey’s chest heaved with anticipation and fear. “Come on, Rhea,” he whispered, almost pleading with the universe. “Please come back to me.”

The song started slow, and Jey felt a knot of doubt tighten in his stomach. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. But he had nothing left to lose. The love he felt for Rhea surged within him, a force powerful enough to drown out the uncertainty. He took a deep breath, and despite knowing he wouldn’t hit every note, he began to sing.

“I’ve seen the world, done it all, had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel Air now

Hot summer nights, mid-July

When you and I were forever wild…”

Jey poured everything into each word, his voice shaky but filled with raw emotion. He didn’t care if he sang horribly; all that mattered was that he was fighting for Rhea. His soulmate. His everything. He thought of the moments they had shared, the laughter, the late-night talks, the love that had burned so brightly between them.

“Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?”

With every line, he felt his heart crack open wider, letting all the love and pain pour out into the melody. Each note was a desperate promise, a vow that he would love her through every storm, every heartache, every moment of doubt. He was fighting for her life, for their future together, and he was willing to do whatever it took to bring her back.

Then, just as he reached the chorus, he felt it—a twitch in Rhea’s finger. Hope surged through him like wildfire, igniting something deep within. He continued to sing, his voice rising with newfound energy, the words carrying his prayers to the heavens.

“Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven

Please let me bring my woman

When she comes, tell me that you’ll let her in

Father, tell me if you can

All that grace, all that body

All that face makes me wanna party

She’s my sun, she makes me shine like diamonds…”

And then it happened. As the last note of the verse lingered in the air, Rhea’s eyelids fluttered open slowly. Jey’s heart stopped, and for a brief moment, he couldn’t believe his eyes. She didn’t freak out; she didn’t recoil. Instead, their gazes locked, and time seemed to stand still.

“Rhea…” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper, filled with disbelief and hope. He gently pushed a strand of hair back from her forehead, brushing his fingers against her warm skin. He couldn’t hear her voice, but he felt the intensity of their connection radiate between them, filling the room with unspoken words and love.

In that precious moment, everything else faded away—the beeping machines, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the world outside their little bubble. It was just the two of them, and Jey felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over him.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and nurses rushed in, their expressions a mix of surprise and urgency. “What just happened?” one of the nurses exclaimed, glancing at Rhea. “She shouldn’t be awake yet; we just sedated her!”

Another nurse quickly called for the doctor, her voice brisk and professional as they scrambled to assess the situation. Jey remained rooted by Rhea’s side, his heart pounding in his chest, desperately trying to hold on to the moment they had just shared.

Damian stood nearby, watching the scene unfold. As the nurses hurriedly moved around the room, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. Jey and Rhea, against all odds, had found a way back to each other. It was clear to him—they were meant to be.

Jey continued to gaze into Rhea’s eyes, trying to convey everything he felt without words. The love, the fear, the hope. Each emotion coursed through him, and in return, he saw the flicker of recognition in Rhea’s gaze.

The chaos around them melted away, leaving only the power of their connection, binding them together in a way that felt unbreakable. Jey’s heart swelled as he realized that Rhea had fought her way back to him, and he would do everything in his power to keep her by his side.

As the doctor arrived and the nurses began their assessments, Jey held Rhea’s hand tightly, refusing to let go. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together. Because in that moment, love had triumphed over despair, and nothing would ever come between them again.

[kyleoreillylover]

SamiJey x Fem!Black!Reader Headcannons

Summary: What's it like being in a relationship with Main Event Jey Uso and Sami Zayn?

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @afterdarkprincess

word count: 3,563

warnings: nsfw!!

a/n: samiijey brainrot and this is the only way I can cope with it. Hope ya'll enjoy this!

gif credits: samijey on tumblr.

Jey is the most protective out of the three of you. He is a hothead and would die for the people he loves—and you and Sami being his partners means double the protection, double the fierceness. But sometimes, that protectiveness can border on possessiveness, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

If someone looks at you wrong, or if someone so much as breathes a hint of disrespect towards Sami, Jey's fists are ready to fly. It's both endearing and exhausting, his unwavering loyalty sometimes feeling like a heavy weight to bear. But you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sami is the calming presence in your relationship, the one who brings a sense of peace and stability amidst the chaos. With his gentle demeanor and soothing words, he has a way of diffusing tense situations and calming the storm within both you and Jey. Sami's strength lies not in his fists, but in his unwavering support and understanding. He's the one who listens intently to your concerns, who offers comfort in times of need, and who never fails to see the good in people, even when it's hard. And you and Jey love that about him.

You are in the middle. If Jey is the fierce protector and Sami is the calming presence, then you are the glue that holds them together. You're the one who keeps the balance, the mediator in their occasional clashes, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. Both men would do anything for you, and you feel the weight of their love and loyalty every day.

Jey and Sami go feral when you wear their merch in the ring. It doesn't even have to be anything revealing, just a simple hoodie with one of their names etched onto it, but the sight of you proudly wearing their merch ignites a fierce sense of pride and possessiveness within them, and trust that they will kiss and be all over you whenever you do, and that you should hope the locker room is empty when you walk in wearing their gear, because they're liable to forget they're in public.

Jey's grills are something you and Sami are obsessed with. Point blank period. Sami will shyly ask him to keep them on during sex or whenever you kiss, but you are more confident about asking him. Most of your conversations about them go like this.

"You better keep those grills on for tonight."

Jey looked at you with a smirk. "Why?"

You smirked back at him. "Because they make you look so damn sexy, that's why."

Jey chuckles, his smirk widening. "Oh, you like that, huh? I can definitely keep them on for you, baby."

Sami blushed furiously at Jey's cocky tone. "Um, yeah, I mean, if you're comfortable with it, I wouldn't mind… I mean, if it's not too much trouble…"

"Don't be shy, baby." Jey smirked at Sami, and you can feel the heat rising in the room as both Jey and Sami's gazes lock onto you, their desire palpable in the air.

"I'm more than comfortable, sweetheart," Jey purrs, his voice low and husky as he steps closer, the glint of his grills catching the light. "Anything to please my two favorite people."

Sami nods, still blushing but unable to hide the spark of excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, I mean… if you want to, Jey. It's… it's really hot."

With a mischievous grin, Jey leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sami's. "What else do you find hot, baby?"

And in that moment, you know tonight is going to be one for the books.

Jey loves to take on the traditional men role in taking care of his partners. Whether it's fixing things around the house, cooking hearty meals, or simply being there to provide a strong shoulder to lean on, Jey embraces his role as the provider with pride. He finds fulfillment in being able to support you and Sami in any way he can, always putting your needs and happiness above his own.

Sami, on the other hand, thrives in the role of the nurturer. He's the one who remembers birthdays and anniversaries, who surprises you with little acts of kindness and affection when you least expect it. Sami's love language is all about showing how much he cares through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, leaving sweet notes for you to find, or simply holding you and Jey close and whispering words of love and encouragement.

You are the one that ties it all together, balancing the dynamic between Jey's protectiveness and Sami's nurturing nature. While they each have their strengths, you bring your own unique qualities to the relationship. You're the one who plans the adventures, the spontaneous road trips, and the cozy nights in. You're the listener, the problem solver, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. You know just how to calm Jey's fiery temper and reassure Sami's anxious thoughts. You're the one that makes them feel like they don't even have to think when they are with you, because you understand them on a level that no one else does. You take care of the emotional needs of both Jey and Sami, offering them comfort and understanding in times of vulnerability. You're the rock they can always rely on, the constant presence in their lives that brings them stability and reassurance.

Jey is usually on top when you, him and Sami are intimate together. His dominant nature and strength make him naturally gravitate towards that position, and it's not like you or Sami are complaining. If he wants to drive you both crazy, he knows exactly how to do it, his confident demeanor and skilled hands leaving you both craving for more.

But there are times when he's willing to let go of control, to let himself be vulnerable with you and Sami, trusting you both to lead the way and guide him through moments of intimacy with tenderness and care.

Sami, on the other hand, is more fluid in his approach to intimacy. He's not afraid to explore different positions and techniques, always eager to learn and discover new ways to pleasure you and Jey. His sensitivity and empathy make him attuned to your needs and desires, and he takes great pleasure in seeing you both lost in ecstasy under his touch. He loves that you and Jey trust him with your pleasure, trust him to bring you both to new heights of ecstasy and intimacy.

You go on top only when you were in a bratty mood and wanted to tease Jey and Sami a bit. It’s rare, but when it does happen, Jey and Sami find it incredibly arousing and exhilarating. Seeing you take charge and assert your dominance ignites a primal desire within them, and they eagerly surrender to your every whim and command. If you told them to get on their knees and beg, they would do it without hesitation, eager to please you and fulfill your every desire.

"Did I say that you could take your clothes off?" you tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over your chest.

Jey and Sami exchange a glance, their eyes dark with desire as they sat on the bed, fully clothed and ready to obey your every command. They're like two eager puppies waiting for their next instruction, and you revel in the power you hold over them in this moment.

"No, you didn't," Jey replies, his voice low and husky, a hint of anticipation laced in his words.

Sami nods eagerly, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "We're sorry, baby. We'll do whatever you say."

You let out a soft chuckle, enjoying the way they hang onto your every word. "Good boys," you purr, stepping closer to them until you're within arm's reach. "Now, strip."

They waste no time in obeying your command, their movements eager and synchronized as they shed their clothes, revealing toned bodies and hungry gazes that send a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As they stand before you, completely exposed and vulnerable, you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins. It's intoxicating, the way they submit to you so willingly, their desire laid bare for you to see.

With a wicked grin, you circle around them, trailing your fingertips lightly over their skin, reveling in the way they shiver at your touch. They're putty in your hands, ready to be molded and shaped according to your every whim.

"Get on the bed," you command, your voice dripping with authority as you watch them eagerly comply, sinking onto the mattress with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. They lie there, waiting for your next move, their eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that mirrors your own.

You climb onto the bed, straddling Jey's hips while Sami watches with rapt attention, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he waits for his turn. You lean down, capturing Jey's lips in a heated kiss, your hands roaming over his chest as you feel the heat building between you.

Sami shifts beneath you, his arousal evident as he watches the two of you with a mixture of desire and longing. You break the kiss with Jey, turning your attention to Sami as you reach out to stroke his cheek, your touch gentle yet possessive.

"You're next, baby," you whisper, your voice husky with desire as you lean in to claim his lips in a passionate kiss. Sami responds eagerly, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that leaves you gasping for air.

You pulled away when you feel Jey's hands on your hips, his touch grounding you as he pulls you back towards him, his own desire evident as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in his wake.

"You," You turned to Jey, and he automatically lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of passion and longing. "Yes, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

"You're going to watch and kiss me," you continue, your tone firm but playful as you shift your position, straddling Sami's hips instead. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of it."

Jey's eyes widen with anticipation, a spark of excitement igniting in their depths as he watches you with eager anticipation. He knows exactly what you have in mind, and the thought alone sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Sami looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal, his hands trembling as they come to rest on your hips. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper as he searches your face for any sign of hesitation.

You meet his gaze with a playful smirk, your eyes alight with mischief as you lean in to press a teasing kiss to his lips. "I'm sure," you purr, your voice dripping with confidence as you reach down to guide him inside you."Now, get ready for the ride of your life."

The cheat code to making any one of you succumb to your whims was either biting or teasing. Jey couldn't resist a playful nibble on his earlobe, his neck, or his lower lip. It sent shivers down his spine and awakened a primal need to possess and protect you, to show you just how much you belonged to him.

Sami, on the other hand, melted under the gentle touch of your fingers tracing patterns along his skin, teasing him with feather-light caresses and whispered promises of pleasure. His breath hitched, his heart raced, and he surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating sensation of your touch.

You couldn’t resist when Jey would kiss at your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands would roam your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessive hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You would arch into his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he marked you as his own, leaving love bites and bruises in his wake.

And when Sami whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a soothing melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but melt into him. His hands would caress you with a gentleness that belied the fire burning beneath the surface, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin as he worshipped you with every touch. His touch was like fire and ice, alternating between scorching passion and soothing tenderness, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

Jey loved teasing Sami the most. He would playfully taunt him, knowing exactly how to push his buttons in the best way possible. Whether it was poking fun at his blushing cheeks when he would kiss you in public, or teasing him about his affectionate nature, Jey delighted in seeing Sami's reactions, his laughter ringing out like music to his ears. But it was all in good fun, and Jey made sure to shower Sami with love and affection afterwards, his teasing always followed by tender kisses and whispered words of adoration.

When Sami speaks French or Arabic, you and Jey are fucking gone. It's almost comical the way you both practically turn into puddles of goo whenever Sami switches to his native languages. When he makes love to you both, if he speaks French or Arabic, his words take on a whole new level of intensity and passion, igniting a fire within you both that burns hotter than anything you've ever known.

There's something about the way Sami's voice rolls off his tongue in those languages, the way every word drips with emotion and desire, that leaves you both weak-kneed and breathless. It's like he's weaving a spell with his words, drawing you both closer with every syllable until you're lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy. It doesn't matter if you understand French or Arabic or not; the sheer power and emotion behind Sami's words transcend language barriers, leaving you and Jey utterly captivated and completely at his mercy.

On the rare occasion that Jey speaks Samoan when he's kissing you and Sami, both of you are equally enthralled, your hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and desire as Jey's deep, rumbling voice washes over you like a tidal wave. There's something primal and intoxicating about hearing Jey speak in his native tongue, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips as he whispers sweet nothings and declarations of love in Samoan.

If someone flirts with your men, you become a jealous girlfriend, and it's comical the way your usual kind and composed demeanor completely evaporates in the face of jealousy. It's like a switch flips inside you, and suddenly, you're fiercely protective of Jey and Sami, unwilling to let anyone encroach on what's yours. Your jaw clenches, your fists tighten, and a fire ignites in your eyes as you glare daggers at anyone who dares to flirt with your men.

Jey and Sami find it both amusing and endearing, the way you puff up like an angry cat ready to defend its territory. They also get very turned on, and you can expect that you won't be able to walk the next day without feeling the repercussions of their arousal.

You have a tendency to take on too much that it leaves you feeling overwhelmed at times. You're the type who wants to make sure everything is perfect for Jey and Sami, often putting their needs above your own. Whether it's planning elaborate date nights, coordinating their schedules, or just being there for them whenever they need you, you always go above and beyond to ensure their happiness and well-being.

But in doing so, you sometimes neglect your own needs and forget to take care of yourself. You push yourself to the limit, trying to juggle too many responsibilities at once and refusing to ask for help when you need it. You're so used to being the one who holds everything together that you forget it's okay to lean on Jey and Sami for support sometimes, to let them take care of you the way you take care of them. It's something they've noticed and talked to you about, gently reminding you that they're here for you too, that you don't have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders alone. They want to be there for you, to support you and lift you up when you're feeling down. They want you to know that they love you just as much as you love them, and that they'll always be there for you, no matter what. They'll do small things like bringing you breakfast in bed, running you a hot bath after a long day, or simply holding you close and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear. They want you to know that you're not alone, that you have them by your side every step of the way.

At your best, you are a thoughtful partner that does everything before anyone can even think of it. You anticipate their needs, their desires, and their wishes, and you go above and beyond to fulfill them. At your worst, you can be stubborn and overly self-sacrificing, refusing to let anyone else bear the burden of your problems or share in your struggles. When you're in struggle mode, you shut off your brain and let Sami and Jey take the lead and make all the decisions.

You feel airy and disconnected, as if you're floating through life without any direction or purpose as Jey and Sami take care of you, make sure you're fed and rested, and gently guide you back to yourself. It's like a puppy that's lost its way, and your partners are the ones patiently leading you back home.

You constantly have to cake your neck with makeup because Sami and Jey always leave marks on it when they get too carried away. You always complain about having to cover up the love bites, but deep down, you secretly love them. They're like little reminders of the passionate moments you share with Jey and Sami, tangible evidence of the love and desire that burns between you. They may leave marks that you have to hide from the rest of the world, but they also leave marks on your heart that no amount of makeup could ever conceal.

Jey is very physically affectionate. His love language is physical touch, and he expresses his affection through hugs, kisses, and cuddles. He's the type of partner who isn't afraid to show his love openly, whether it's holding your hand in public or wrapping you up in a tight embrace when you're feeling down. His touch is warm and comforting, grounding you in the present moment and reminding you of his unwavering devotion. Jey's hugs are like a safety net, a place where you can always find solace and reassurance no matter what life throws your way. And when he kisses you, it's like fireworks exploding in the sky, igniting a spark of passion and desire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

Sami, on the other hand, expresses his affection through acts of service and quality time. He's the type of partner who shows his love through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, running errands for you when you're busy, or simply spending quality time together doing things you both enjoy. Sami's presence is like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night, enveloping you in a sense of comfort and security that makes you feel loved and cherished. And when he looks at you with those soulful eyes, you can't help but melt under his gaze, knowing that you're the center of his world.

As for you, your love language is a combination of words of affirmation and physical touch. You thrive on verbal expressions of love and appreciation, craving the reassurance that comes from hearing those three little words: "I love you." But you also find solace in physical affection, whether it's a gentle caress or a passionate kiss. You also love gift-giving, and watching your boys' eyes light up when you buy them their favorite limited edition sneakers or surprise them with tickets to their favorite band's concert brings you immense joy.

When it's those long days on the road where all you want to do is curl up into the familiar warmth of your partners' arms, you find solace in the small moments shared between the three of you. Whether it's cuddling together in bed after a long day of traveling, sharing inside jokes and laughter over dinner, driving to the next city with their hands, resting on your thigh, the windows fogged up by some adulterous activities, or simply holding hands as you walk through the bustling streets of a new city, you wouldn't trade your boys for anything for the world. And that was a fact.

And if anyone else had anything else to say about that, they should be prepared for Jey to knock some sense into them. Cause he don't play about the people he loves.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3176

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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13.

OMNISCIENT Tonight marked the highly anticipated Saturday Night's Main Event, where Yasmine faced off against Liv in a fierce battle for the women's world championship. With determination in her heart, Yasmine fought not just for the title, but to reclaim what she truly deserved.

While she was in the catering area, picking up some food to fuel her before the main event of the night, her relationship with Jey had been blossoming over the past few weeks. They had been enjoying dates together, and he had been thoughtful, surprising her with her favorite flowers. He made her feel cherished, reminiscent of the affection they shared when they were just friends with benefits.

As she picked up her plate of food, she made her way to the table, settling in to enjoy her meal while scrolling through her phone. In the midst of her casual browsing, she noticed a story from Carmelo, where he expressed his thoughts on how he deserves to be treated by the right person.

As she enjoyed her meal, a light chuckle escaped her lips; it was hard to fathom how this man could claim he had done no harm. Just then, Yasmine felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she was greeted by the sight of Bianca standing right behind her.

"Hey, girlfriend! I missed you so much," Bianca said as she and Yasmine hugged each other.

"Hey, B," Yasmine replied while scrolling through her social media.

Bianca shot her a knowing glance, fully aware that she was eager to hear the latest about her relationship with Jey. After all, she hadn't provided any updates on what had been unfolding between them lately.

Yasmine smiled brightly before she spoke, "Jey and I are doing well, B. He's really showing me that he's changed from how he used to be," she shared.

"I'm glad he's getting his shit together, otherwise I would've KOD his ass no bullshit,"

Yasmine laughed at the remark just as a bouquet of roses was headed her way. The sound of Bianca squealing in excitement prompted her to respond with a playful gesture.

She peered into the bouquet of roses and discovered a card from Jey, whose handwriting was impressively elegant.

"I cannot wait to see you with the title in your hand mama that means me and you both are champions together, kick some ass out there I'll be watching,"

Love, Joshua.

A smile crept across her face as she inhaled the fragrance of the red roses, listening to Bianca's teasing voice, "So, he loves you, huh?" Yasmine simply nodded in response.

"Yeah, he sure do honey,"

"Is your gear finished I wanted to see it that's why I was coming over here for honestly," She said.

"Yeah, it should be Ms. Kim sent me a text not to long ago so let's go check,"

Bianca and her tossed their plates into the trash before making their way to Ms. Kim's to check out Yasmine's gear for the evening. She felt a wave of nerves wash over her about the match, as it had been quite some time since she last stepped into the ring.

She hoped fervently that she wouldn't make any mistakes while facing her in the ring, as they approached Ms. Kim, who had just finished putting on her ring attire.

"I was just texting you Miss Thang, but how do you like it?" Ms. Kim said as she showed her, her ring attire.

Everyone inhaled sharply at the sight; it suited her flawlessly. The black and silver design sparkled brilliantly, resembling a diamond. Yasmine could hardly believe what she was seeing.

(Yasmine's ring attire)

She embraced Ms. Kim warmly, expressing her gratitude for transforming the outfit into something truly beautiful just in time for her match this evening.

"Of course, dear, you know I am here for you Hon," She said.

They couldn't stop admiring her ring outfit, saying, "Girl, you're about to shine tonight in this! Jey wouldn't even know how to handle it."

"Whatever he'll be alright girl,"

Yasmine shot a playful jab at Bianca's shoulder, her cheeks warming as she heard her sister-in-law's laughter. "You might think that now, but trust me, he'll have you sore and limping for days!"

✧˚° Upon catching a glimpse of her ring attire for the evening, she felt her phone vibrate. As she retrieved it from her pocket, she noticed a message from Jey waiting for her.

IMESSAGE💬 Joshua🤍: wya mama? Yasmine🩵: I was with Ms Kim checking out my ring attire I think you'll like it Joshua🤍: oh yeah? Yasmine🩵: mhm, but why did you wanna know where I was? Joshua🤍: bc, I miss you Yasmine Yasmine🩵: I miss you too Joshua🤍: you like the flowers I sent you? Yasmine🩵: yes they are beautiful boo 🥰 Joshua🤍: I'm glad you like em so how are feeling about your match tonight? Yasmine🩵: I feel nervous asf if I'm being honest with you Joshua🤍: baby, you'll be great out there Yasmine🩵: this is why I love you so much you always encouraging me Joshua🤍: that's what I'm here for mama, but I gotta go I have a interview with Jackie-O Yasmine🩵: tell her I said heyy Joshua🤍: lol aight then baby

Yasmine also had an interview today with Cathy regarding her upcoming match against Liv Morgan, aiming to reclaim what is rightfully hers.

While making her way to Cathy, she noticed Carmelo engaged in a conversation with Paul. Initially, she dismissed it, but her attention was captured when she heard her name being called—Carmelo was summoning her.

 With a heavy sigh and an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she shifted her focus to Melo.

"What do you want Melo? You ain't supposed to be speaking to me or be near me you're breaking the order," Yasmine said.

"I don't give a damn about that restraining order against me Minks I wanna know the status of you and Jey's relationship," He said as Yasmine scoffed at him why does he care who she is with now?

"Why does it matter to you? Wait why the fuck are we having this conversation in the first place I got things to do so you can go ahead and drown in your sorrows Melo,". Before she could walk away he pulled her by the hair gripping onto it tightly around his hand.

Yasmine struggled to fend him off, but his strength overpowered her. As the confrontation escalated, memories flooded her mind of their past encounters, including the moment he unintentionally struck her.

FLASHBACK "Yasmine! She's just a friend from work okay? We didn't do anything," Carmelo said as Yasmine shook her head not believing him.

"If she's just a friend at work then why did I see you hugging all up on her like you do with me Melo? Don't fucking lie in my fucking face," She remarked while folding her arms.

Carmelo felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he rubbed his temple, grappling with his feelings for Yasmine. The truth was, he had cheated on her with a coworker, and now he found it increasingly difficult to cope with Yasmine's constant self-doubt and negativity. He yearned for a partner who exuded confidence and positivity, rather than one who was perpetually down on herself.

Yasmine possessed a strong sense of confidence, yet she often found ways to undermine herself over various issues, a struggle that he couldn't fully relate to.

"Hello? Like answer my question Melo?"

"You what, I cannot stand you anymore Yasmine it's no wonder why I stepped out on the relationship because you aren't confident enough for me," He confessed as the whole room went silent for a moment.

Yasmine was overwhelmed with pain inside, struggling to find the right words. Yet, on the surface, she was consumed by a fierce urge to confront him, to unleash her anger for betraying her trust.

"You deadass right now?"

"Yeah, I am actually she's way better than you'll ever be Yasmine," she had enough of him putting her down she walked up towards him slapping him in his face which caused him to give her the same treatment.

Yasmine stumbled backward as he pushed her with force. When she instinctively touched her nose, she felt something warm trickling down, and to her dismay, her fingers were stained with blood.

"Shit! Yasmine I didn't mean to," Carmelo said as he tried to approach her but she backed away.

"Imma gonna go, and pack my bags..." That's all she could say before walking past him.

FLASHBACK OVER.

Jonathan rushed forward, shoving Carmelo aside as she remained frozen in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

"Yo! The fuck is your issue?!" Jonathan shouted.

Jonathan rushed forward, shoving Carmelo aside as she remained frozen in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

"My issue? Nigga my issue is that Jey doesn't deserve her! Hell he cheated on her with Liv!"

Jonathan sneered at his words, "You really believe you're the superior choice for her? After what you did to her, Melo?" That remark was what drew her gaze, as she watched Liv and Dom sharing a laugh at her expense..

She sensed that a mental breakdown was looming, yet she refused to let it overwhelm her. After all, she had invested in therapy for a reason, and she was determined to stay strong.

She listened as he and Melo exchanged words about Jey's actions towards her, all while Liv sat nearby, enjoying the spectacle.

"I don't wanna hear none of that shit Melo, my brother may did some stupid shit with that whore but he's different now," He said before pushing Melo.

"Don't fucking push me nigga,"

Jonathan raised an eyebrow at him as he stood tall hovering over Melo's figure, "or what? The fuck you gonna do about it?" Yasmine approached Jonathan, who was watching her with worry etched on his face. "Jon, we should leave. He's not worth our time," she urged, and he nodded in agreement, leaving Carmelo in a state of shock.

Liv had a point to make. "Honestly, Carmelo is spot on. Jey deserves better than someone who's constantly down. It's no surprise that both men strayed from you," she remarked. Yasmine maintained her composure, offering Liv a subtle smile before walking away with Jonathan.

As she and Jon strolled toward Jey's locker room, Jonathan suddenly paused her for a moment.

"Hey, hey! Yasmine wait...are you okay?" He asked.

"Jon, I'm feeling fine you know I just can't wait to beat liv Morgan's ass like I should've did couple months ago." Yasmine said with a smile on her face as they both entered Jey's locker room.

✧˚° YASMINE As I stood in Jey's locker room, gearing up for tonight's final match, excitement coursed through me. I could hardly contain my anticipation to show that arrogant contender just how mistaken she was about her superiority. Little did she know, Dom was playing her for a fool, sneaking around with Tiffany. Tonight, I was ready to set the record straight.

While I was preparing, I suddenly heard the door creak open behind me. Just then, I felt a warm embrace as someone wrapped their arms around me. When I turned to see who it was, I found Jey beaming at me with a smile.

"You ready for to go out there my future woman's world champion?" Jey asked as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

I giggled at him before speaking, " of course I am love I cannot wait to see the crowd cheer for me," I said while touching up my makeup before heading out.

"Yasmine to the gorilla, Yasmine to the gorilla,"

As I sensed it was time to go, I felt Jey's hands wrap around my waist, gripping my hips. In an instant, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, and we shared a passionate kiss that lingered for a moment.

This kiss felt unlike any we had shared before. As his hands gently gripped my waist, a thrill surged through me before we finally parted. Our eyes locked, and I couldn't help but smile at him as I made my way toward the door.

As I made my way toward the Gorilla, I overheard a heated argument between two individuals. Curiosity got the better of me, and when I leaned in to take a closer look, I realized it was Liv and Dom engaged in a fierce dispute just moments before our match.

"You were with that bitch Tiffany!"

"We were just talking! That's all God why do I have to go through this with you!"

"Because you're a cheater Dom! You were all over her is she better than me or something!"

As I stepped into the Gorilla, I focused on my own thoughts, trying to shake off the nerves that were bubbling inside me. It had been a few months since I last faced the crowd, and I couldn't help but wonder how they would respond to my return. Just then, I noticed a cameraman approaching, and as my music kicked in, the energy of the crowd surged, sending a wave of excitement through me.

I looked into the camera before mouthing "I'm backkkk babes," I walked outside the gorilla seeing the crowd cheering for me as I blew them kisses. They were chanting my name I knew that they would miss me.

"She's back! Yasmine is back in the flesh!"

"If I'm being honest Cole I did miss seeing her,"

"From Brooklyn, New York weighing at 150 pounds, YASMINEEEEE,"

I bounded playfully toward the ring, sending kisses to the crowd before gracefully climbing in. Perched on the ropes, I executed a flawless flip into a full split, rising effortlessly as I settled on the turnbuckle, eagerly anticipating Liv's entrance.

As her music echoed through the arena, I watched her make her way to the ring solo, a striking departure from the usual presence of Dom by her side. It was clear that they were facing some challenges. She paused at the ropes, holding the title tightly in her grasp, before stepping into the ring with determination.

 While I initially felt inclined to sympathize with her, I couldn't bring myself to do so after everything she has put me through. In all honesty, this seems to be her just desserts.

The lights faded to a soft glow, centering on Samantha, the ring announcer, as the bell chimed.

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, for the women's world championship!!!"

"Introducing the challenger from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 150 pounds Yasmineee!!!"

I sent kisses to everyone in the audience, proudly reminding them that I am a two-time women's world champion, all while noticing Liv's frustration.

It's not my responsibility that the crowd is more drawn to me than to her. Honestly, after Samantha introduced us, the referee raised the title high before signaling the start of the match.

After a fierce struggle filled with tension and determination, Liv attempted to take me down with her signature move, the Oblivion. However, her efforts fell short. In a surprising twist, I countered with a powerful spear that left the audience stunned.

"SPEAR SPEAR! Yasmine hit Liv Morgan with a Spear!"

"I wonder where did she learn that from,"

I climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, ready to execute my signature move, a crowd favorite. With precision and grace, I launched into a moonsault, landing squarely on her stomach. The impact elicited a pained groan from her, showcasing the power of my finisher.

I grabbed her leg up as the referee began counting so did the crowd.

1! 2! 3!

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted in cheers as I knelt in disbelief, unable to comprehend that I had actually defeated Liv Morgan. I had done it! Tears streamed down my face as the referee raised my arm in victory and handed me the championship title.

As I climbed onto the turnbuckle, raising the title high above my head, I caught sight of Jey and the others emerging from the gorilla position, making their way into the ring to join in the celebration of my hard-fought victory.

Jey lifted me onto his shoulders, and as I perched there, I could hear the crowd cheering, affirming that I had earned this moment after all the time spent waiting to confront that woman.

I locked eyes with Liv as she clutched her stomach, shooting me a fierce glare before turning to leave. It seems her tour has come to an end.

 Following the celebration of my victory, I took a moment to capture a photo with Paul, who expressed how proud he was of my journey back to health and strength. His words truly warmed my heart. I noticed Jey standing nearby, patiently waiting for me, and I made my way over to him.

As I nestled my head against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me with a warm smile. When I finally pulled away, it was clear that we were both champions in that moment.

"You ready mama?" Jey asked as I nodded my head.

As we stepped out of the building and made our way to his car, he clasped his large hands around mine, creating a warm connection that felt reassuring, especially since I had left my own vehicle at home.

✧˚° We arrived at the hotel, and as Jey unlocked the door with the key card, a refreshing aroma filled the air. I inhaled deeply, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Eager to unwind, I began to remove my clothes, looking forward to a rejuvenating shower.

I could feel his gaze locked onto me as I undressed in front of him, but it didn't bother me; I was confident he wouldn't take any action. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, patiently waiting for the water to warm up.

As I was immersed in my skincare routine, diligently removing every trace from my face, I leaned over to rinse it off. In that moment, I suddenly felt someone pressing against me.

I recognized him instantly as I felt his rigid form pressing against me. When I turned to confront him, his gaze was filled with desire.

"What? Boy?" I questioned him.

"Girl, don't play with me right now, you know better not to get naked in front of me,"

"Oh? What are you going to do about it Mr Fatu?" I was testing this man's patience at this point that's when I felt him grabbing by my throat pulling my face closer to his.

Jey pressed his lips against mine, igniting a passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his other hand firmly grasping my backside, and in an instant, he lifted me by my thighs, carrying us both into the warm embrace of the shower.

The warmth of our lips was unbroken as I felt his tongue dancing within my mouth, holding me firmly against the chilly wall behind us.

"I love you so much mama," Jey said between the kiss.

"I love you too Joshua," I replied.

For the rest of the night we passionately made love to each other as the room was filled with nothing but ours moans and groans throughout the night.

Hell probably the whole entire hallway people could probably hear us being loud but we didn't care whatsoever.

Something Bout' Us.

A/n: BACK WITH A UPDATE! Mane work as been killing my ass bro I be coming home tired fr fr doing retail ain't for that weaaaak.

Bu I hope yall enjoyed this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

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Swipe Right | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC (18+)

•┈••✦ Epilogue ✦••┈•

~ 1 year later ~

The news of the proposal had spread like wildfire through their circle of friends and family. Jax and Jey were both excited to be part of the wedding preparations, though their feelings towards each other remained unchanged. Every since what happened last year there was no love lost between Jax and her former favorite wrestler. When Roman had proposed to Iris, she had selected Jax as her Maid of honor. Roman had chosen Jey as his best man.

As the wedding date drew closer, there was a mix of emotions in the air. Iris was ecstatic to be marrying the love of her life and so was Roman, while Jax and Jey couldn't wait to have their roles in the ceremony over and done with.

Roman, Iris, Jax, and Jey found themselves sitting together in the living room, discussing the wedding plans. The tension between Jax and Jey was palpable, but Iris did her best to keep the conversation civil.

Jax and Jey exchanged glances, their eyes filled with annoyance. They simply could not get along, they were oil and water and being forced to sit in the same room together for the sake of the wedding preparations was pure torture.

A year ago, Jax and Jey had gone on a disastrous date after Jax had requested Roman set her up with one of his cousins and he gave her number to Jey. They couldn't have been more different, and it showed from the moment they sat down.

The date was filled with awkward silences, forced small talk, and outright disagreements. They argued about everything from where to eat to how to pay.

Jey had been stubborn and unyielding, insisting on paying the bill despite Jax's protests that she is an independent woman who can pay for her own meal. They had stormed out of the restaurant in a huff, each blaming the other for the failed date and hoping never to see each other again.

The memory of that disastrous date still haunted them, especially Jax. She found herself seething with anger whenever she had to interact with Jey.

Meanwhile, Jey couldn't help but feel annoyed at the way Jax seemed to hold a grudge against him. He had tried to be polite and charming on their date, but her stubbornness and refusal to back down had ruined any chance of a connection between them. He was a simple guy, he'd only been trying to be a gentleman. But maybe his Dominant side peaked out too much.

As the wedding planning continued, the tension between Jax and Jey grew even more palpable. They tried to keep their disagreements to a minimum in front of Iris and Roman, but their constant bickering and snide remarks towards each other couldn't be ignored.

Iris could sense the growing tension between her sister and future cousin (brother?) In law but she didn't know how to diffuse it. She had hoped that they would at least try to get along for the sake of the wedding, but it seemed like an impossible task.

One evening, Iris decided to confront them about their constant fighting. She gathered them both in the living room and sat them down, her expression serious.

"Alright, you two," she began, looking at them both sternly. "I've had enough of your bickering and constant arguing. You're both adults, act like it."

Roman stepped forward, his voice firm but calm. "Jey, I understand that you and Jax have a history, but this wedding is important to us. Can't you two put aside your differences for just a few hours? It's just a matter of getting through the wedding and then you can go back to hating each other."

Jey scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. "Man, Roman, It's not that easy, Uce. You don't know what it's like to be around someone who just rubs you the wrong way. All. The. Time."

"It wasn't a request, Jey." Roman said his 'tribal chief' tone slipping out.

"Who the fuck he think he talking to?" Jax questioned looking from Jey to Roman and back again.

Jax couldn't help but bristle at the authoritative tone in Roman's voice. She had always been fiercely independent and the way Roman was speaking, although it was directed at Jey, was not it.

"We both grown." Jax exclaimed.

"Again, act like it, sis!" Iris responded.

Jax rolled her eyes at Iris's response, feeling a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment. She knew her sister was right, but it was difficult for her to let go of her pride and admit it.

Jey clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of Roman's stern tone and reprimand. He knew he had to fall in line, no matter how much he disliked the situation. As per usual.

"Fine," he muttered.

Roman nodded in satisfaction, pleased that Jey had finally agreed to cooperate. He looked at Jax, silently urging her to follow suit.

Jax let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that she was outnumbered. She crossed her arms and muttered a begrudging "fine" as well.

Iris felt a sense of relief wash over her. At least now, she had managed to get them both to agree to behave for the wedding.

She looked at Roman and smiled, grateful for his intervention. "Thank you," she mouthed to him silently.

This wedding was going to be one hell of a ride...

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Worth More ☝️

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: I've been meaning to write these two for awhile actually just never had the push till now. So anon, this is for you! Also I will not even try to replicate how Jey talks (don't know if it would come off wrong). This is for all my samijey lovers, I see the appeal and I'm here for it! Also sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Word count: 2,637

Warning: mild/reference to Kevin and Sami, comfort, confessions, first kiss, and family drama

Summery: After being reunited with Jey thanks to the Judgement Day, Sami begins to contemplate some very glaring problems with his friendship with Jey. And without Kevin around he has a lot less people he's close to for comfort after losing to Bron Breakker.

Sami has always been a loyal man no matter the person, whether it be returning the favor to Dragunov or going out of his way to help former allies or people he aligned himself with. This was especially the case for Kevin Owens and now Jey Uso. He could recall the Bloodline days like yesterday, a distant painful memory of what was.

He could remember how hard and long it had taken to form a trustworthy spot within the faction as an outsider. Especially when it came to Jey who was the only one (aside from Roman secretly) who had refused to accept him as part of the group. His twin brother was chill and easy to chat with but Jey was always so closed off and stoic as his baby brother like he was afraid of letting anyone but family in.

What had begun as Sami wanting to be part of something to connect to people in a way that he hadn't been able to do since Kevin began doing other ventures, then it all began to bleed into the truth of the dynamic. The verbal abuse, the manipulation, and the ego of the Tribal Chief. The chained leashes of everyone in the Bloodline to be kept in line by the ever dominant force that was Roman Reigns. It was like a minefield. Anything, even something as small as a hint of attitude or questioning could get you tipping on the edge of the Chief’s wrath.

Everyone was on edge even with the laughs and good times shared between the group because of the ever lingering threat of the Tribal Chief’s temper and pushing your luck. If he even sensed you were becoming too comfortable within the family he was pushing the boundaries ensuring his own power stayed.

What was worse was Sami felt stuck at the time from fear of his wrath and not wanting to lose that meaningful connection he had created within the Bloodline. It was a cycle of manipulation and guilt that even for someone like the Canadian, it felt to hard to push back from. What he feared more for though was losing Jey.

Jey had become a close friend once the heat had settled and he had accepted him as part of the faction, even becoming closer to him then his older twin Jimmy.

What had started as a friendly companionship started to drop down beyond casual touches and lingering glances. It was something he knew well from his relationship and former partnership with his best friend Kevin. The line between his platonic feelings began to step over to a dangerous sentiment of love.

However these newfound feelings were teetering on the edge of danger with the dynamics of the Bloodline not only because he was an outsider but because Roman was fiercely protective of his family. Or that's how he painted the picture but he knew better than to believe the manipulation played by him now that he had begun to see his true colors.

Roman was power hungry and willing to treat his family with calculated gaslighting and deceit. Everything was subtle but it sent the message of who held the reigns (pun unintentional) and the atmosphere started to feel suffocating for Zayn and Jey.

Even with Romans abusive ways, Zayn kept his friendship with Jey closely knitted like something he was needed to protect at all costs. It went between keeping Jey in line the more he began to snap back in frustration at Roman and being the other man's rock. And in return the younger twin had reciprocated those protective gestures especially during the interrogation between him and the Bloodline where Sami nearly got struck by a Samoan spike.

Following Tribal Court he had snuck into SmackDown to give his thanks to him for the save and during their brief exchange he had thrown in a playful but sincere ‘I love you’ towards Jey. At the time it had been platonic but then he heard the Samoan return the sentiment back. God if he wasn't already smiling like an idiot he felt his heart do a leap and grinned knowingly when he caught Jey's subtle reaction to his own slip up.

Though come Royal Rumble of 2023, it had all culminated into a full circle.

Years and months of abuse and manipulation from Reigns had pushed Sami to do the one thing no one else in the Bloodline wanted to do. Defy the Tribal Chief.

In the heat of the moment Sami had been pushed and pushed till he could no longer take the bullying or the sight of his best friend motionlessly cuffed at the mercy of this tyrant. In his emotional outburst he had snapped and within the moment Roman turned his back..he had swung on him.

The attacks from the Bloodline still lingered like an irreversible trauma to his psyche but one thing engraved in his mind was that Jey refused to indulge or even look at the vicious beating of Sami. Should the Canadian have felt angered by the lack of help? Maybe in other people's eyes, but in his own eyes he had pushed a domino effect in hopes of breaking his friend out of the abuse of the family dynamic.

Each attack from everyone had felt like a knife to the heart from the brainwashing and hold over the Head of the Table had over everyone in his family. But in the end he knew making himself an enemy of the Bloodline was what was best to push Jey to start breaking away from his cousin.

To protect two men who meant the absolute world to him.

After his fallout with the Bloodline his interactions with Jey had become less frequent aside from sparse backstage moments but what he was more happy about was watching his friend gain such a cult following. It filled him with joy watching how much the fans had grown to love him and how Jey had come into his own since the days of the Bloodline.

With Jey on the same brand as him there were more chances to get time to make sure the other man was doing fine. It still worried Sami that Jey was still catching his footing as a singles competitor now without the backing of his family in his corner. He tried to give comfort in small gestures of reassuring words and keeping other people on SmackDown from being upset due to the past Bloodline association.

Not to mention his best friend Kevin wasn't entirely fond of Jey sticking around which he could understand considering his and Sami's past with the Bloodline. But as always he played peacemaker making sure Kevin didn't get aggressive with Jey being around. His friend could be unpredictable and it wasn't easy to regain his trust (as ironic as it sounds).

However things between them were complicated and got even more so when Kevin ended up being traded to Raw while Sami was left without his best friend in his corner. And to top it all off he had to watch Jey tag team with Cody like they were buddy buddy in the way Sami had been with the other man. Internally he was seething, struggling with his feelings and the sight of someone else being so close and friendly with Jey when he had tried so hard to get him to be his friend.

..Wait as he,,jealous?

Fuck…

July 19, 2024, SmackDown

During one of his interviews Sami had paused among hearing a commotion somewhere backstage and began to move off to the sound of the problem hoping Bron hadn't gone after someone again. No wait..he recognized that gear.

Sami quickened his pace and discarded the championship with no second thought as he after the Judgement Day who were attacking Jey. His motions were quick in driving them off as he went after JD, quickly slamming the other man into the table out of anger before Carlito moved to tug his team mate from the Canadian.

Once they were out of sight he turned towards Jey placing a hand on his arm and his other on his chest as he steadied him. “You alright, uce?” Zayn questioned the familiar term slipping like it used to back in their Bloodline days.

“Yeet.” Was all he managed to get out the other man but with his frustrated motion over his head, he could tell Jey was far from alright.

Oh they were going after Judgment Day for this.

And they made good on their team up even without being a tag team officially they had an undeniable chemistry that went beyond a casual pairing up. They worked well off each other like a well oiled team and made good work of the Judgment Day within minutes.

Once the bell rang Zayn was quick to slide into the ring as he got in his knees checking on Jey still laying on the canvas. He felt Jey grabbing at his back as he held him and carefully helped him up with a hand casually brushing his waist as they stood. He leaned heavily into the other man's body feeling disoriented and old feelings resurface as Jey held him close to himself.

It felt like the first real win in the weeks of his friends and allies constantly getting wrecked by a certain hot tempered wrestler.

As soon as the thought came and his guard slipped he turned right into a spear by Bron who had seized both men being distracted to attack Zayn yet again. While Bron slid out the ring he noticed Jey quickly moving to his side sending the other man a look they made Sami's heart race.

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August 5, Monday after SummerSlam

The loss of his Intercontinental Championship still stung like a loss he hadn't felt in a long time. It made him feel a sense of failure even if he had already asked for a rematch. He was frustrated with his own inability and couldn't shake the loss from his mind.

That was till Jey came over.

Each word of encouragement and Jey pressing to boost his confidence like how he had done for him so many times within the Bloodline and after he had broken away from them. The conviction and belief in Jey’s voice made Sami light up and their usual banter came as natural as ever.

“Me and you? We got some unfinished business with the Judgement Day Uce, you can be a double champ man.” Jey kept poking him and grinned like an idiot as he gave Sami a knowing look. Oh. Did he remember the frustration he had when he was with Cody as tag team champs?

The thought brought a small smile to Sami's face almost subconsciously.

“Yeah, you like that huh?” The Samoan asked with a knowing look and chuckled lowly almost husky with a teasing undertone.

The tone and way Jey put that had went straight to Sami’s core and he swallowed, composing himself with a firm nod. Their familiar handshake followed after the banter as they chuckled among each other.

“God, I missed you.” Sami admitted with a softer tone and gingerly touched his friend's arm with a warm smile. “Thank you Jey.” He wasn't sure what he'd do without Jey by his side now that Kevin wasn't around as much with different brands and Randy.

“No problem, uce just returning the favor if you know what I mean.” Jey playfully hit him in the chest with the back of his hand as he chuckled out in amusement but his tone held a level of sincerity that made his heart flutter.

The quiet that followed wasn't awkward but more so soaking in the familiar presence of each other after so long of being apart.

“So..” Zayn began slowly as he moved himself back and forth on his heels, turning his gaze back to Jey who quirked a brow in curiosity. “You want to go to Waffle House after this?” He grinned widely as he nudged him in the arm with his own.

“You asking me out on a date, man?”

“What? No i- I was just saying-”

Sami's embarrassed sputtering and attempts to back pedal were met with a loud laugh by the other man who rolled his eyes. His face felt so hot and his heart drummed like he had been asked the most embarrassing thing in his life.

“C’mon Remi don't be coy with me, man. I see the way you look at me I ain't blind y'know?” Jey teased good heartily and stepped closer to him with furrowed brows. “My only question is if you're gonna keep running from it.”

The clear challenge from Jey had Sami staring, feeling like he was gaping at him like a fish out of water. He had been so sure his feelings for Jey were subtle and passing friendly not enough to arouse any suspicion, but here he was stuck with the truth. Jey knew. And worse of all he was stuck in place feeling like his whole world was reeling.

Jey moved till he was right in front of him and grabbed his chin gently making him tilt his gaze back towards him. “Tell me the truth man, I know you well enough by now don't I?” He scoffed with a frustrated look as he squeezed his chin giving him an expectant look.

Sami felt a blush dusting his cheeks as he blinked trying to register the touch and words in a jumble of emotions. He paused feeling his heart pounding in his ears and his old emotions flooding back like a dam about to break under the pressure. Fuck it.

Without thinking twice about the consequences he reached out gently pulling his hand off his hand down and moved his own hands to cup his cheeks. He watched the puzzled look pass into surprise as Jey caught onto the move but made no move to try and stop him from what he was about to do. That gave him the push he needed to close the distance between the two of them.

The kiss was tentative to test the waters but became more passionate the longer they were locked in the moment. Sami could feel Jey relaxing into the kiss and slowly reciprocating the affection with his own need matching his. The pent up feelings and months of pining, pretending they were nothing beyond friends felt just as painful as Jimmy's betrayal to him. Eventually he placed his hands on Sami's hips pulling him flush against his own body while his free fingers threaded through curly ginger locks.

Sami felt Jey shiver upon skin to skin contact when he flipped a hand under his shirt and he reached up gently, slipping the ‘Yeet’ glasses off the other man's head. He slipped them folded in his pocket and reluctantly parted as they breathed heavily, staring at each other. His heart racing from his own bold move and the fact his affection had gotten reciprocated.

“What? You think I wouldn't feel the same? I thought you knew me better than that, Uce. Plus I will take that Waffle House offer.” Jey gently untangled his fingers out Sami's locks and patted his chest with a cheerful grin. “You're paying though man.”

Zayn let out a genuine chuckle feeling his heart swell as he grinned with him feeling excitement wash over him like a pleasant sensation. He reached up and put on the Yeet glasses doing the motion with his arms which got a laugh and playful shove from Jey.

“Shut up you idiot.” Jey shook his head wrapping an arm around Sami's shoulders and pulled the other man along with him to leave the arena.

It was the best date he had in years.

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Ties That Bind - Character Profiles/Face Claims

I had a lot of fun putting all this together. I think there'll be extras added in whilst I work on the whole plot and get everything right, but these are the characters that are most important and integral to the story. I take my story/world-building rather seriously, and I'm doing a lot of research to make sure everything is as accurate as it can be. Also I'm selfishly integrating the Russian aspect into this, since it's a culture I'm extremely interested in, as well as it being a language I study when I get the time to.

The actors/models of my original characters have no relation to how the characters are described, they just reflect how I imagine the character to look.

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Roman Reigns

Born: 25/05/1985 Samoan, Italian-American English (fluent), Samoan (fluent), Italian (fluent) A powerful mob boss, Roman is fiercely protective of his family, especially his daughter Ava. He struggles to balance his duties as a leader with his role as a father. Known for his strategic mind and physical prowess, Roman commands respect and loyalty.

Natalka "Nate" Volkov

Born: 17/04/1995 Russian, British (English) English (fluent), Russian (fluent), French (conversational) A strong-willed and intelligent woman. Strives to prove herself in a male-dominated world. She has a complicated relationship with her father, Dimitri, and is haunted by her mother’s mysterious death. Nate is determined, resourceful, and deeply protective of her younger sister, Katya.

Dimitri "Mitya" Volkov

Born: 23/08/1966 Russian Russian (fluent), English (fluent), French (fluent) The patriarch of the Volkov family. Cunning and ambitious mob leader. His involvement in various illegal activities reveal his dark nature. Believes in arranged marriage. Known for numerous affairs, contributing to a ruthless and manipulative personality.

Katerina "Katya" Volkov

Born: 11/01/2002 Russian, British (English) English (fluent), Russian (conversational) Nate's younger sister. Innocent and somewhat naive about the full extent of her family's dealings. She looks up to Nate as a role model, focusing a lot of her time on studying and staying out of the family's activities.

Borislav "Boris" Sokolov

Born: 02/05/1988 Russian Russian (fluent), English (fluent) A long-time family friend. Dimitri's choice for Nate's husband. Manipulative, aggressive, and a significant threat to Nate's autonomy. Has a predatory and controlling nature, especially towards Nate.

Sergei Volkov

Born: 15/07/1977 Russian Russian (fluent), English (fluent) Nate's uncle. A significant figure in the Volkov family. He is suspicious of Nate's motives and aligned with Dimitri's ambitions. Known for his ruthless and strategic liaisons.

Ivan Volkov

Born: 01/12/1979 Russian Russian (fluent), English (fluent) Another of Nate's uncles. Deeply involved with the family's criminal activities. He supports Dimitri's plans and opposes anything different. Mirrors his older brothers' ruthless and strategic partnerships.

Irina Volkov

Born: 05/11/1971 Died: 15/03/2014 English w/ Russian heritage English (fluent), Russian (fluent) Nate and Katya's mother. Compassionate and intelligent. Her mysterious death deeply affected Nate and strained her relationship with Dimitri. Irina's love for the arts was passed down to her daughters. Married Dimitri in 1993 through arranged circumstances.

Jey Uso

Born: 22/08/1985 Samoan English (fluent), Samoan (fluent) Roman's cousin. Passionate and hot-headed. Fiercely loyal and often pushes for aggressive actions. His loyalty to Roman is unwavering, even if they do sometimes clash on strategy. Prioritises family over everything.

Jimmy Uso

Born: 22/08/1985 Samoan English (fluent), Samoan (fluent) Jey's twin brother. Shares similar traits of loyalty and fierceness. Often acts as a mediator between Jey and Roman, balancing their differing approaches.

Solo Sikoa

Born: 18/03/1993 Samoan The Usos' younger brother. Impulsive and sometimes reckless, requiring Roman's guidance to stay on track. Alert, vigilant, and rarely utters a word unless asked to. The enforcer of the family.

Tamina Snuka

Born: 10/01/1978 Samoan English (fluent), Samoan (fluent) A distant cousin. A skilled investigator and enforcer. A valuable asset to Roman. Strong-willed and dedicated to the family's safety. Works as a medical aid when needed, and assists on legal proceedings.

Maria Larusso

Born: 13/09/1989 Italian English (fluent), Italian (fluent), Samoan (minimal) Roman's ex-wife. Manipulative and uses their daughter as leverage to control Roman. Her relationship with Roman is contentious, centred around custody issues. Has a deep-seated hatred for her ex-husband and his way of life, and married him only out of financial necessity.

Alexandra "Ava" Reigns

Born: 03/06/2016 Italian, Samoan English (fluent), learning Italian Roman's beloved daughter. Light of his life. Her safety and wellbeing are Roman's top priorities, driving many of his actions.

Sami Zayn

Born: 12/07/1984 Canadian, Syrian heritage English (fluent), Arabic (fluent), French (conversational) An outsider eager to join Roman's ranks. Resourceful and determined. His loyalty is questioned by Jey relentlessly, but maintains his intelligence and skill, making him a valuable ally in the face of adversity.

Paul "The Wiseman" Heyman

Born: 11/09/1965 American, Jewish English (fluent), Hebrew (fluent) Keeps his personal life separate from his professional dealings. A shrewd and experienced consigliere. Known for his brilliant legal mind and strategic acumen. Has been with the Reigns family for years, offering counsel and managing many of the family's business affairs.

Becky Lynch

Born: 30/01/1987 Irish English (fluent), Irish Gaelic (conversational from childhood) A former member of the Irish mob. Escaped her dangerous past and now lives a secluded life with her husband and daughter. She has a history with Nate from when their families did business together. Becky's knowledge and connections make her a valuable ally for Nate. Fiercely protective of her new life, making her weary of getting involved in old conflicts.

Seth Rollins

Born: 28/05/1986 American w/ Mexican heritage English (fluent), Spanish (conversational) An old friend of Roman's. Seth's loyalties are tested as he navigates his past friendship with Roman, whilst valuing his peaceful life with his wife, Becky, and daughter. Cautious about being drawn back into criminal activities.

Could also include:

Damien Priest Naomi Dean Ambrose Nia Jax Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson Lana Rusev

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Found Family. | (Part 3) Jey Uso x The Judgement Day! Polycule

There's a loud 'crash!' from inside the bathroom of the faction's shared hotel room, the same bathroom a crying Jey had slipped into and locked, just five minutes prior. 

Dominik knows what upset his partner.

He knows exactly what set the man off, but he can't fix it. 

Even if he wants nothing more than to erase all the pain Jey is feeling, now and always. 

The younger can't, because Jey is tucked away from him, gasping for air quietly in an effort to muffle his cries.

Dominik tries to no avail, to get his boyfriend to at least open the door so he can join the elder and offer him some much needed comfort. 

Jey doesn't budge, and the increase in noises that sound eerily similar to things being thrown around and Jey trying to swallow down his sobs, makes Dominik's frown deepen, his own eyes welling with tears.

He wishes he could do away with all of Jey's trauma. He wishes he could reach into the past and prevent any bad from ever happening to the older man, but he can't. All he can do is love him wholly, even if the word hadn't yet been spoken, and remind him that he has not one, but four partners who would go to the ends of the earth for him. 

Well, in theory he could tell him, in practice, though he's stuck being separated from his boyfriend by a stupid wooden door, unmoving and ever present in a way Dom is no longer grateful for.

His voice is laced with concern but gentle, when he calls out, 

"Mi Rey…please open the door." 

He takes a pause, listens for any indication that Jey may be caving. 

He finds none sadly, so Dominik continues, recounting only slightly the events that led to Jey's retreat to the previously unoccupied restroom. 

"It wasn't your fault, baby! Finn knows better than to creep up and scare you. 

Jey…you didn't hit him on purpose, we know that…Finn definitely knows."

It had taken Dom the full five minutes to convince the entire group that bombarding Jey right now would make matters worse. He was firm in his stance that only one of them should try and talk to the man, and that it should be him.

They hadn't liked that one bit, especially Finn who wanted to apologize to his younger boyfriend, his guilt growing with each passing second. But, eventually; Rhea had seen the determination in Dominik's eyes, had noted his fierce tone and coaxed the other two into letting Dom try to get through to their boyfriend. 

Everyone of them knows how hard Jey has been working to heal from the trauma Roman and the rest of his family had put him through for the bulk of his life. None of them expected the progress to be linear or quick paced, they were content to allow things to move at their own speed. Jey was already doing so well, this was just a slip. It wasn't always going to go so smoothly, but they would stick by him through it all.

Dominik can't see Jey, no matter how hard he stares at the barrier between them and wills it to become transparent, but he knows the Samoan is shaking his head in response. 

His hand reaches for the knob, and he debates over giving it a twist, but decides against it when he considers how it might make Jey feel.

Cornering him is the last thing Dominik wants, so he settles on wrapping his hand around it, preparing for the chance when Jey may let him in.

Time passes slowly for Dominik, almost twenty minutes goes by without major change.

On Jey's end, things have fallen silent save for the occasional sniffle or heart wrenching sob, so Dominik hears with clarity when Jey unlocks the door but doesn't open it; instead he brokenly whispers, 

"Dom…please…" 

Which is coincidentally all it takes for Dominik to open said door, immediately stepping inside the admittedly small space and letting the door click shut behind him.

In moments, Dominik has an arm full of Jey Uso, and it's undoubtedly the best feeling to the young wrestler who feared for the briefest intervals that Jey would break up with them, condemning the entire group to a world where there was no longer the beaming smile of their boy, but in his place an emptiness no one would ever be able to fill.

It was irrational, Dominik knew that. 

He knows none of The Judgement Day would let Jey go so easily.

However, they also wouldn't force the man to stay no matter how badly they may long to, they wouldn't make him stay in a relationship he was unhappy in.

Even if it were remotely possible to try, Dominik knows they would respect Jey's wishes should he be against another chance. 

Thankfully, that didn't appear to be the case, furthermore enforcing just how unfounded and unwarranted the thoughts were to begin with.

Something that was wound up in Dominik unfurled with ease when Jey's beard grazed his cheek. He breathed a sigh of relief when the larger man pressed in close to him. 

His own arms wrapped around Jey's frame, tightly embracing his lover like it would be their last time seeing the other for years to come. 

Jey seemed to find a plethora of comfort from the arms that enveloped him, his body all but melting into Dominik's own.

Dominik isn't complaining, not now, not ever. An armful of Jey Uso is a luxury the Mysterio hopes to always be able to afford. A life where his boyfriend isn't glued to him, or vice versa, doesn't sound at all like a life.

They're silent for a beat, if they'd been laying down, Dominik knows without a doubt Jey would've fallen asleep in his hold.

But, instead they're upright and have an emotionally taxing discussion awaiting them. A discussion Dominik knows Jey wants to avoid, but for the sake of their relationship, they need to have. Preferably, sooner rather than later. 

Before the younger man can even open his mouth to speak, Jey is tensing up, his beautifully brown eyes once again filling with tears; this time unshed, which Dom will count as a step in the right direction. No new tears down his boy's cheeks is a win.

He doesn't want Jey to cry anymore, but they can't pretend Jey hadn't been so startled by Finn hugging him from behind and all but shouting a greeting to the group, unbeknownst to the Samoan, as he was wrapped up in a conversation with Damian, so badly he'd accidentally hit their partner. 

Without hesitation, Jey had elbowed Finn in the stomach and whipped his body from the hold.

The Irishman had immediately clutched his midsection and groaned in pain, the sound which served as the reminder Jey needed of where he was, and who had touched him. Realization of what Finn had done, and Jey in retaliation, fell over the group as well as silence. 

Finn was visibly fighting the urge to reach out to Jey once more, something everyone noted.

After that, he sped off to the bathroom, now bringing them to the present, where Dominik had somehow talked his boyfriend into letting him inside his makeshift hiding spot, and now, Jey was safely in his arms.

"Baby love, you know it wasn't your fault, right? Nobody is upset with you, we just all want you to be alright."

It's shaky and slightly unsure, but Jey nods his head when Dom is done speaking, his fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his shirt. 

Jey buries his face in Dominik's neck, their barely there height difference unimportant to either male at the moment. 

It hardly ever matters, Jey is only an inch taller, but in lighter moments, the elder will gladly tease Dom about being short; ignoring the younger's playful anger.

Right now though, they don't joke about the inch, Jey simply whispers into Dom's ear, his voice thick with anger towards himself and anxiety,

"I t-thought I was gettin' better, I thought I was doin' better. This ain't doin' better, I hit my own fuckin' boyfriend because he tried to hug me. That's jus' fucked up."

The way Jey berates himself and his progress has Dominik pursing his lips to avoid frowning, not wanting to further upset the man, his hand flying up slowly to cup the back of Jey's head.

"Joshua Fatu, my sweet love, listen to me okay? You've made so much goddamn progress in these few months. You've grown in ways you can't see, but we all do, and we are so proud of you." 

Jey doesn't say anything, he just sniffles once, stubborn as ever, the tip of his nose grazing an ever shrinking hickey left by Rhea days ago; and Dominik understands that. He understands that in Jey's silence is reluctant agreement, or at least acknowledgement. For now, he'll take it. For now, he'll accept the silent reply, especially since the chances of Jey vehemently denying his growth was rather high.

Dominik is thankful Jey allows him to hold him like he's something special, something rare and unlike anything ever seen by another. And to Dominik, and the rest of The Judgement Day, he is. Jey is irreplaceable, he's more than special, more than unique. He's something completely brand new to the world, and with every day that passes, he shifts from being just Jey, to being Jey. 

Sweet, doe eyed, Jey who can change the mood of an entire room with a smile or pout. 

Jey, who makes all of them want to be better versions of themselves when they see how hard he's busting his ass to improve. 

They were happy before Jey was added to the fold of their relationship, but there was an emptiness unlike any other. It felt miniscule most days, but sometimes it veered into dangerous territory and threatened to consume the existing relationship, especially on days they'd see a downtrodden Jey Uso wandering the halls of whatever venue they were working. 

No one could explain what felt off, all those months ago, but now? Now, everyone could say with certainty that the feeling of a ticking time bomb hiding in their relationship was because none of them could admit their feelings for the Samoan. 

Once they had, things fell into place and somehow, the universe dropped Jey into their laps and allowed them to love him up close, rather than from a distance. 

They were embracing for an unknown amount of time before there was a hesitant knock to the bathroom door, and Finn's accented voice was tentatively flowing into the room.

"You fellas okay in there? We're all a little worried."

Jey doesn't tense up when he hears Finn, in fact he seems to relax more, wordlessly nodding to Dominik. 

Unsaid words ring loudly to Dominik, and in moments he's sadly pulling away from the hug, but he takes Jey's hand, intertwining their fingers before he's unlocking the door and tugging it open. 

When Finn's eyes fall on Jey, Dominik can tell he's been crying, and it pains him to consider how their boyfriend felt all this time. He was upset with himself, not Jey at all, Dom knew that, even if Jey hadn't before now.

"I'm so sorry, baby Jey. I really didn't mean ta' scare you…"

Though he never drops the younger's hand, Jey shuffles in front of the elder and wraps his free arm around his waist. 

"S'okay. I'm sorry too…"

Finn doesn't waste a second before he's enveloping Jey with both arms, and dropping a kiss to the crown of his soft, product void curls; reassuring the male he had no reason to be sorry.

Jey looks a bit like a cat when he nestles into their boyfriend's warm hold, but Dominik just smiles, and doesn't make a comment. 

He'll definitely be bringing it up later though. 

It isn't until he hears someone clearing their throat in his direction, that Dominik locks eyes with both Damian and Rhea. 

Rhea just winks at him, while Damian nods approvingly.

Yeah, things wouldn't always be perfect, but they would always get better. They'd jump over any hurdles as a family, as a messy, unexplainable couple. 

One day though? One day everything would be better, for Jey especially. He'd heal, they were all sure of it.

[samijey]

Does it make you laugh or cry how quickly the Jey/Sami friendship grew once Jey accepted Sami. They went from 0 to 100 Sami couldn't keep his hands off him 😂

Legit tried to climb him like a tree the first few times they hugged. Then he went to leaning his forehead against him so gently. My fave hug though is 100% when Jey hugs him when they beat the judgment day. It was so much joy in that man that we rarely get to see 😭

Yeeeessss this is one of my favorite aspects to Jey's character - he's so damn INTENSE about things - he spent months dissecting everything Sami did in order to find weakness or potential betrayal in Sami's action because the default setting Roman beat into him during their feud was to be fiercely protective of his family and regard anyone outside of it with suspicion.

And let's be real, Sami could've given up on trying to make peace with Jey long ago, given how often Jey belittled, antagonized and questioned him but he didn't. Jey looked quite annoyed every time Sami defended him to Roman and I believe he 100% was but all those instances registered with Jey, so much so that at the trial he made it very clear that he knew Sami "never" gave up on him - It wasn't just WarGames, it was everything Sami had done at that point.

He spent so much time "hating" Sami yet the moment it became irrefutable that he was loyal to Jey and to the Bloodline, Jey just dove head-first in the loving-Sami-pool and he dove so fucking deep that he hasn't been able to shake free from it even all these months later... he a true ride or die even if he fights it 😭😭

[afterdarkprincess]

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Rating: Explicit Pairing: Sami Zayn/Jey Uso Word Count: 1,058 Summary: Jey tells Sami all the things he'll do for him once he becomes double champ

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Back at it again with these two!!! 😁🩵

tag squad: @jeysbvck @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 @feelschicken @harmshake @southerngirl41 (If anyone else would like tagged or if I'm forgetting someone please let me know!)

This fic is Explicit and contains: Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk/Fantasies, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, etc (Full list on AO3)

Enjoy!!

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“And you gon’ be a double champ, Uce. You like that?”

Jey’s hands are still lingering on Sami’s shoulders when the producer calls cut signaling the end of their segment. His fingers drift along the soft lines of the flannel he has on before resting at the base of his neck applying soft gentle pressure.

From the outside it looks innocent enough, they’re both touchy guys, always have been. But Sami feels that secret little thrill in his stomach knowing there’s so much more behind Jey’s touch.

They’ve been able to keep this thing between them under wraps, for now at least. Jey’s family situation is complicated of course, and they’ve decided to just keep this to themselves.

Both of them have been hesitant to give it a label, but Sami has been happier these last few weeks than he can ever remember being.

Jey is… everything he thought he would be and more. Sweet, kind, and fiercely loyal- all the things he’d been to Sami as a brother in the Bloodline and as a friend once he moved to Raw. But now with their desires and feelings known to each other, he’s also discovered a whole new side to Jey that might just kill him.

Jey is insatiable when it comes to his sexual appetite. And by some miracle, Sami is the object of his cravings.

It’s becoming a bit distracting, especially given Jey’s exhibitionist streak.

They’re in a pretty isolated spot, the producer and camera guy having cleared out. There’s voices that carry down the hallway but for the most part they’re alone.

And Jey pulls Sami closer to him until there’s only a few inches between them, the gingers back to his chest.

Jey’s thumbs continue to rub at the sore muscles in slow deliberate circles, and Sami feels hot breath against his ear.

“That feel good, Sami?”

He opens his mouth to respond but his tongue refuses to make words, not when pure pleasure and desire is dripping down his spine. He nods.

“Meant what I said, Uce.” Jey continues, voice low but thick with intensity. “You gon’ look real good with two belts ‘round your waist.”

Jey’s fingers drift down as he speaks, finding the hem of Sami’s shirt and ghosting against the skin underneath. The heat in his stomach grows with each faint touch.

Sami turns to look at him, clocking the grin on Jey’s face immediately. He knows exactly what he’s doing right now.

“Killin’ me, Jey-“ He looks around, they’re still safe but the threat of discovery is certainly there.

“Nah you like it though,” He sticks his tongue out playfully, knowing that it’s driving Sami crazy. His joggers are already beginning to feel tight and he’s just a bit too warm in his flannel.

Sami’s fingers come to the top button, struggling to undo it as his fingers shake. But Jey comes to his rescue, making quick work of the row of buttons. It feels intimate, loving, and it sends his heart fluttering.

“Gon’ take care of you. My Champ.” Jey’s eyes are wide and dark, drinking him in.

Sami watches them flick down, guide Jey’s hands as they free him from the flannel, leaving him in his t-shirt, but he feels far more exposed. “W-what-“ He gulps. “What will you do?”

Feeding this is probably not a good idea, it might get them both fired, but he is all too willing to give in to Jey.

Jey bites his lip, his tongue flicking out for a moment. “Gon’ get you into bed wearin’ nothin’ but those belts, get you laid back all comfy.”

“Yeet,” Sami replies.

“Yeet,” Jey laughs, hands back on Sami’s waist, trailing under his shirt again, bolder this time, pressing his warm hand against Sami’s skin. “Gon’ wear them little shorts you like, give you a show.”

Sami feels his face flush at the thought. The tiny trunks with YEET emblazoned across the back, that cling to Jey’s thick cheeks and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Then what?”

Jey slowly walks them back a few steps, until Sami’s back meets the wall and the younger man is crowding into his space.

“Then…” Jey glances around before getting in close, whispering into Sami’s ear. “Then I’m gon’ take my time, gon’ put my mouth on you, work you til’ you ‘bout to bust. Get yo’ thighs shakin’ with how bad you want it.”

Sami’s fully hard and aching, both mortified and thrilled by the possibility of being caught like this, trapped in Jey’s arms and thoroughly debauched.

He moans softly, “Baby please-“

Jey’s finger covers his lips. “Shhhh. Gotta be patient, Sami. Then once you can’t stand it no more, M’gonna ride you. Hold onto those belts while you fillin’ me up.”

His leg presses between Sami’s thighs, and he can’t stop his hips from rutting against it, providing some much needed relief to his dick. He’d be embarrassed to be this close to the edge already just from Jey’s words, but he can’t really find it in himself to care right now.

“You like that, Sami? Gonna come for me jus’ from hearin’ ‘bout it, right here where erryone can see?” Jey’s hand finds it’s way under the waistband of Sami’s joggers and wraps around him.

A high whine escapes his mouth, it’s too good, too much. Jey smashes their mouths together to cover the noise and Sami shatters apart, coating Jey’s hand and the inside of his sweats with his cum.

Jey kisses him deeply as his muscles tense and shake, holding him steady so Sami’s wobbly knees won’t collapse.

“Got you,” Jey breathes when they part. “Got you, uce.”

Sami takes in a deep breath, reality settling back in. He whips his head around, but there still isn’t a soul around them. They were lucky this time.

“Ugh,” He pulls at the wet front of his sweatpants. “You’re gonna pay for this when we get back to the hotel.”

Jey’s got a shit eating grin on his face, and Sami can’t even pretend to stay mad at him when he smiles like that. “Oh I was plannin’ on that. Let’s get up on outta here- they ain’t need us no more.”

He nods, following Jey closely back to the locker room. Even without the title, he still feels like the champ tonight.

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Thank you so much for reading!!

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 9: When it happened..

Flashback: May 5th, 2023

The echo of Damian Priest’s words rang through the locker room, the accusation slicing through Rhea Ripley’s defenses.

“He is cheating on you, Rhea!” Damian had yelled, his voice sharp with frustration.

Rhea’s face flushed with anger. “No, he is not! Jey would never cheat on me with Tiffany Stratton of all people!” Her voice was a mix of disbelief and fierce loyalty, but inside, a seed of doubt had already begun to sprout. She couldn’t let it grow. Not now. Not with everything on the line.

Damian didn’t back down. “I saw them, Rhea. Tiffany and Jey. They were sneaking into an empty closet together,” he said, his words practically dripping with venom.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. No, she thought. No, this isn’t happening. She shook her head vehemently. “You’re just jealous of me and Jey’s relationship!”

Damian’s eyes flashed with anger. “I would never be jealous of a fucking cheater!” He shot back, his voice cutting through her denial like a hot knife.

The words stung more than they should have, but Rhea wasn’t ready to face the truth. Not yet. “I’m so fucking done with this!” she snapped, her fists clenching at her sides. “Every damn day since I told you about him… it’s a fucking argument with you! I’m not dealing with this anymore.”

Damian raised his hands in exasperation. “You know what? I don’t care.” He took a deep breath, as if calming himself before delivering his next blow. “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but Hunter asked me if The Judgment Day should split up. And you know what? I’m gonna go tell him.”

Rhea’s heart dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Hunter? Was this what it had come to? Her family turning on her, all because she dared to trust Jey?

“Well, fine,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice cold. “Go for it. I don’t need you.”

With that, Damian stormed out of the locker room, leaving Rhea alone in the silence. She sat down heavily on the bench, her head in her hands, her mind a storm of confusion and hurt. The anger still simmered, but underneath it was something deeper—dread.

The thought of Jey betraying her… it was unthinkable. But now, with Damian’s words haunting her, she couldn’t push the idea away completely. She had loved Jey. Trusted him more than anyone. But was he really capable of this? Could it all have been a lie?

The minutes dragged by, stretching into what felt like hours. Rhea’s thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop herself from spiraling.

Later that night, everything would change. The Judgment Day’s betrayal came swiftly, unexpectedly. During the evening’s show, as Rhea made her way to the ring, the members of The Judgment Day—Damian, Finn Balor, and Dominik Mysterio—turned on her without hesitation.

The crowd went wild with shock, their boos ringing out as the trio stood united against Rhea. Rhea’s heart sank as she looked around at the men she once considered family. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

No, the worst part came next.

Liv Morgan stepped forward from the shadows, a smirk on her face. Rhea’s stomach twisted as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Liv? Her former ally? Now, the newest member of The Judgment Day?

The sting of the betrayal was sharp, even though a part of Rhea was told the finish, but knowing it was coming didn’t make it hurt any less.

As Liv posed in the ring, side by side with Damian, Finn, and Dominik, Rhea stood frozen. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest, and for the first time in a long time, she felt completely alone.

Her body felt heavy, the weight of the moment threatening to crush her. Everything she had worked for, everything she had trusted, was slipping through her fingers. And now, the last person she had left—Jey—was the one who had caused the destruction.

After the betrayal, it only got worse. Fans stopped caring if Rhea was on the card. The momentum she once had was gone, replaced by the sense that she was now irrelevant. She went from being one of the most feared competitors in WWE to someone whose name barely caused a stir.

But that all changed on June 16th when she would receive the call from Jey.. the call that made her relevant once more.. but this time as a mixed tag team competitor.

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While Rhea was experiencing with the betrayal of The Judgment Day, Jey was unknowingly deepening his own betrayal. It was supposed to be a onetime thing—a fleeting moment of weakness-but the temptation felt too strong for him to ignore.

In the dimly lit hallway backstage, Jey's lips pressed urgently against Tiffany Stratton's, the once-clear lines of loyalty now blurred by desire.

He pulled away from her, breath heavy, eyes searching for clarity in the storm of emotions crashing through him.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Jey muttered, his voice strained, guilt already beginning to gnaw at him. He pulled back, his hand still resting on Tiffany's waist, unsure of what to do with it.

Tiffany looked up at him, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "But you want this, don't you?" Her voice was soft, teasing, and filled with an edge of challenge. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his chest as if testing his resolve.

Jey's mind raced, conflicting thoughts whirling through his head. "It's just... you're different than Rhea," he muttered, though even he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. He could see Tiffany was beautiful-elegant in a way that felt fresh and alluring-but was it enough to make him forget about everything he had with Rhea? Tiffany raised an eyebrow, sensing the crack in his armor. "What do you mean different?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and something darker-something more dangerous.

Jey hesitated, his gaze flicking to the floor, then back to Tiffany. "You're more feminine," he admitted, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

"But don't get this twisted. It's just a one-time thing, alright? Nothing more."

Tiffany smiled coyly, a glint of something mischievous in her eyes. She leaned in close, her breath brushing his ear as she whispered, "We'll see about that."

Before Jey could respond, Tiffany pulled away from him, her steps light and carefree as she skipped off, leaving him standing there with the weight of what he had just done settling heavily on his chest.

A part of him felt guilty-he loved Rhea, had sworn loyalty to her. But another part of him, buried beneath the fog of lust and confusion, wanted to see where this path with Tiffany might lead. The guilt, however, was unavoidable.

As Jey stood there, alone in the hallway, the pieces of his own betrayal began to fall into place.

He had done something that could never be undone. But he pushed it away, refusing to confront it. For now, he would focus on the excitement of the moment, ignoring the fallout that would inevitably come.

—

Present Time.

“THAT WAS SO COOL!” Rhea exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement as she walked alongside Roman and Jimmy after their fiery promo against the old Bloodline. Her energy was contagious, and her enthusiasm filled the backstage corridor.

Roman let out a deep, hearty laugh, shaking his head at the younger wrestler’s exuberance. “You’ve got a knack for this, huh?” he teased, the corners of his lips quirking up in amusement.

“I HIT A MAN WITH A CHAIR!” Rhea yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway. Her grin was wide, and her eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy, making both Roman and Jimmy chuckle as they tried to calm her down.

“You hit him twice,” Jimmy corrected, smirking as he nudged her shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

Rhea grinned even wider at the reminder, her adrenaline still pumping from the promo. But just as the trio turned the corner, the air shifted. They found themselves face-to-face with Damian Priest and Dominik Mysterio—Rhea’s old family, the ones who had once been everything to her.

Rhea stopped dead in her tracks, her earlier excitement evaporating in an instant. Her body tensed, and the wide smile on her face faded into a neutral expression.

Damian was the first to speak, managing a small, hesitant smile. “Welcome back, Roman,” he said, nodding respectfully at the Tribal Chief.

Roman gave a slight nod in return, but his focus shifted to Rhea, who was unusually quiet. Damian’s gaze followed Roman’s and landed on her. “Rhea,” he said softly, acknowledging her presence. His tone was neither warm nor cold—just… there.

Rhea nodded in response, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Damian.”

Dominik chimed in, his voice lighter, though it carried an edge. “Good job with that ‘Elevated Bloodline’ name,” he said, crossing his arms. “Can’t wait to see what you do next, Rhea.”

“Thanks,” Rhea replied, her voice low and lacking its usual confidence. She avoided their eyes, keeping her focus somewhere over Damian’s shoulder.

Jimmy, noticing the shift in her energy, stepped forward slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. “What are you guys doing here?” he asked, his tone more defensive than conversational.

Damian shrugged, his expression remaining neutral. “Liv’s got a feud with Ms. Money in the Bank, Tiffany Stratton,” he explained. “Just here to help is all.”

“Well… you guys have fun,” she said curtly, already taking a step back.

Damian nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment. “Keep doing what you’re doing,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like an olive branch.

With that, Damian and Dominik turned and walked away, their presence fading as quickly as it had arrived. Rhea let out a long, shaky sigh, watching them leave until they disappeared around the corner.

Roman, sensing her tension, tilted his head and asked, “You okay?”

Rhea blinked, snapping out of her daze. She looked up at Roman, her face betraying a mix of emotions she didn’t know how to articulate. “Just… missing old times,” she admitted softly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Jimmy and Roman exchanged a brief glance, both of them noticing the way her energy had plummeted since the encounter. Neither of them pressed her further, though—they knew better than to push when she wasn’t ready to talk.

The trio continued down the hallway in silence, the weight of the past lingering in the air. For Rhea, the excitement of earlier felt like a distant memory, replaced by an ache she thought she’d buried long ago.

—

As Roman and Rhea entered the spacious hotel suite, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken thoughts. Rhea, still subdued from the earlier encounter, headed straight for her bedroom without a word. But before she could disappear behind the door, Roman’s deep voice stopped her.

“Let’s talk real quick.”

Rhea froze, her hand resting on the doorknob. She let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders dropping slightly, before turning back toward the living area. Roman had already taken a seat on the plush couch, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, his sharp eyes locked on her.

Reluctantly, she crossed the room and sat down in the armchair across from him. She didn’t say anything, just waited for him to speak.

Roman’s tone was measured, calm yet probing. “Now, I’m not the kind of guy who relies heavily on friendships. But I’ve seen you, Rhea. You’ve always valued loyalty, the people close to you. So… what happened between you and Damian? Because from what I’ve heard—and what Jey used to say—about a year ago you two were inseparable.”

Rhea’s lips pressed into a thin line, and she exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair. “It’s complicated,” she muttered, her gaze fixed on a random spot on the floor.

“Uncomplicate it,” Roman said simply, his voice steady.

Rhea hesitated, running a hand through her hair. “When I first started seeing Jey, Damian hated it. He said it would distract me, that it was a mistake to mix my personal life with my career. We argued about it… a lot.” She paused, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Then one day, Damian came to me and told me he saw Jey and Tiffany together. He said they were sneaking into an empty closet.”

Roman’s expression remained neutral, though his eyes sharpened as he listened. He didn’t interrupt, letting her continue.

“I didn’t believe him,” Rhea said, her voice growing quieter. “Jey wasn’t that type of man—I thought Damian was just jealous or trying to control me. We fought about it, and… well, that was the beginning of the end. He told Hunter to go through with the Judgement Day split and he stopped trying to talk to me after that, he even blocked my number.”

Roman leaned back slightly, his jaw tightening as he processed her words. He studied her closely, the way her voice wavered, the way she avoided meeting his eyes. There was something she wasn’t saying, something buried beneath the surface of her explanation.

As Rhea continued to talk, Roman’s mind started piecing things together—a realization began to form, quiet but undeniable, settling heavily in his chest.

That realization being that Jey lied to him.. and Jimmy was right… she deserved someone better.

—

Flashback: June 9th, 2023

The air in the locker room was thick with tension as Jey walked in, still slightly sweaty from his earlier match. He grabbed a towel, patting his face as he made his way to his usual spot. Roman was already there, seated on the bench with a focused, almost brooding expression. Jey noticed the shift in his cousin’s demeanor immediately.

“What’s good, Uce?” Jey asked, tossing the towel over his shoulder.

Roman took a deep breath, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice steady but carrying an edge of seriousness.

Jey raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering. “Yeah? ‘Bout what?”

Roman gestured for him to sit, and Jey reluctantly plopped down next to him, the weight of the moment sinking in. Roman didn’t speak right away, choosing his words carefully. Finally, he broke the silence.

“How are things with you and Rhea?” Roman asked, his tone casual but his eyes studying Jey closely.

Jey gave a small shrug, leaning back against the lockers. “Things are good. No complaints. She’s been busy, but we’re solid.”

Roman let out a dry chuckle and cleared his throat. “Really?” he said, his voice lowering slightly. “Because your brother just came in here earlier and said he saw you getting cozy with Tiffany Stratton.”

The smile vanished from Jey’s face. He stopped fidgeting with the towel and looked down at his hands, the guilt washing over him like a wave. Roman didn’t press him, letting the silence hang in the air like a weight.

After what felt like an eternity, Jey finally spoke. “Alright… yeah. I’ve been… seeing Tiff for about a month now,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Roman.

Roman’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching. “A month?” he repeated, his voice laced with quiet disappointment. “You’ve been lying to her for a month, Jey? To Rhea?”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Jey said quickly, his voice tinged with desperation. “It just… it got outta hand, Uce. I swear I care about Rhea, but Tiff—she’s—” He stopped, realizing there was no excuse that would make this right.

Roman sat back, crossing his arms. “I’m gonna tell her.”

Jey’s head shot up, his eyes wide. “No, no, no! Don’t do that, Uce. Please,” he begged. “I’ll tell her. I promise. I’ll tell her tonight.”

Roman’s gaze was cold, his disappointment evident. “You’d better,” he said sharply. “Because if you don’t, I will.”

Jey nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he wiped them on his jeans. “I’ll do it,” he muttered. “Tonight.”

Roman didn’t say another word. He stood up, towering over Jey for a moment before walking out of the locker room, leaving his cousin alone with the weight of his choices.

—

Flashback: June 16th, 2023

The backstage area buzzed with activity as the crew prepared for the upcoming show. Roman navigated the maze of hallways, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the impending meeting. He hadn’t seen Jey since their last conversation a week ago, and the unease gnawed at him. He’d promised Rhea answers if Jey didn’t deliver them himself, and he was determined to ensure his cousin didn’t try to dodge his responsibility.

As Roman approached catering, the unmistakable sound of laughter caught his attention. There he was—Jey, sitting at a table, eating and chatting animatedly with a few crew members. Roman couldn’t help but feel a flicker of irritation at how carefree Jey seemed.

“Yo, Uce,” Roman called as he walked over.

Jey glanced up, flashing a grin. “What’s up, Uce?” he said, pushing a chair out for Roman to sit. “You ready for this meeting? I feel like it’s gonna be fire.”

Roman eased into the seat next to him, watching Jey closely. There was an ease about his cousin that Roman found hard to reconcile with the situation. He decided to cut straight to the point.

“You talk to Rhea yet?” Roman asked, his tone casual but laced with an undercurrent of authority.

Jey didn’t falter. “Yeah, man,” he said, nodding as he took another bite of his sandwich. “I told her everything.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping into his expression. “And?”

Jey shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “She was mad, obviously. But she got over it already.”

Roman tilted his head, studying Jey intently. Something didn’t sit right. “Rhea Ripley got over you cheating on her?” he asked, his voice low and deliberate.

Jey chuckled nervously, running a hand over his hair. “I mean… yeah, Uce. She punched me, said some things, but, you know, we worked through it. It’s done now.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. His instincts told him there was more to the story, but he decided not to press further. For now.

What Roman didn’t know—what Jey wasn’t saying—was that he was still lying. He hadn’t told Rhea anything. The guilt gnawed at him, but he buried it deep, pretending everything was fine. After all, in Jey’s mind, what Rhea didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

But secrets had a way of surfacing at the right time and place..

—

Present Time

“HE DID CHEAT ON YOU!”

Rhea sat frozen for a moment, Roman’s outburst echoing in her ears. She stared at him as he downed another shot of whiskey, the tension between them thick and suffocating. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat.

Finally, she muttered, “I’m going to go shower.” Her voice was quiet, almost distant.

Roman looked at her, his expression softening slightly as he realized how shaken she was. He didn’t say anything, just nodded as she rose from the couch.

Rhea walked briskly to her bedroom, closing the door behind her with a firm click. She locked it, her back pressed against the wood as she let out a shaky breath. The tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over, and she slid down to the floor, her head resting in her hands.

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—anger, sadness, guilt. She felt like a hypocrite. How could she be upset about Jey’s betrayal when she had been doing the same thing with Jimmy? Was she even allowed to feel this pain, this regret?

Standing up, she crossed the room and entered the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of the water was soothing, almost drowning out the noise in her head. She stripped off her clothes and stepped under the stream, letting the warmth wash over her.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest. The memories flooded back—the way Jey used to look at her, the way she felt when Jimmy touched her, and now Roman’s words cutting through all of it like a blade.

She leaned against the shower wall, her forehead pressed to the cool tile. What am I doing? she thought to herself. She felt like she was spiraling, caught in a web of lies and mistakes she didn’t know how to untangle.

As the water cascaded over her, Rhea made a silent vow to figure out what she wanted—to stop running from the truth and to finally confront everything she’d been avoiding. But for now, all she could do was stand there, hoping the water would wash away the weight of it all, even if only for a little while.

Back in the living room, Roman sat with his head in his hands, the whiskey bottle forgotten on the table. He stared at the floor, his mind racing. He knew he’d crossed a line with his outburst, but he also knew Rhea needed to hear the truth.

“Damn it, Jey,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure how to fix this mess, but one thing was certain—things couldn’t stay the way they were. Something had to give.

[romanstheory]

Complete a Solo Sikoa One Shot

Warnings: fluff, heavy make out , interrupted sex

Word Count: 846

18+

** TW Mention Of Death **

Solo has been my best friend for years, more than I can count. We’ve been by each other’s side through everything the world has had to throw at us. A few months ago, my grandmother passed away. She meant the world to me, besides Solo she was my only safe space. No judgment, she was soft, and kind. I remember the day so clearly, my grandmother wanted to pass away at home with the people she loved most around. I held her hand while he held me tightly, sort of like he was trying to protect me from the inevitable pain that would come from what would happen next. His brothers and cousin Jimmy, Jey, and Roman sat in the living room in silence heads bowed while Solo and I sat at her bedside for hours. The air was full of sadness as I watched the woman I loved so much drift further and further into eternal rest. He never left my side, before then and after he has always been fiercely loyal to me. The following weeks and days I would sit on her back porch staring into the woods, waiting on her to come back. He visited every day, and if he couldn’t he called.

Months later we’ve both been drafted to smackdown, he with his family joining the bloodline, and me with my edgy persona. The new storyline is for me to become an ally to the bloodline due to my friendship with Solo, we had a mixed tag team back in NXT. Tonight is the night! The Bloodline is doing their promo when out comes Drew McIntyre and Madcap Moss accompanied by Liv Morgan. They make their way to the ring to pick a fight with The Bloodline when my entrance music begins blaring through the arena. Out I walk and enter the ring. The crowd is both confused and loving every second of what is happening. “Now now now” I begin with a smirk on my face “What do you two need with someone like her?” I say looking Liv up and down. “I mean truly none of you are impressive, but her?” I cackle. Liv gets into my face and I mush her away “I’m not one for talking, but I know that I’m ready to hand you this asswhooping liv” I begin “But let’s make this more interesting. Your two dancing monkeys and you against me and which ever two of these men they choose”.

The challenge is accepted! Drew, Madcap, and Liv vs Solo, Jimmy, and myself. Blows were exchanged but ultimately my team won leaving Liv and her team laid out around the ring. Roman sits ringside nodding in approval of me, insinuating that I had just become their ally. After a long night of travel the next morning at breakfast I rave to solo about the night before. “Yeah it really was dope” Solo says smiling. I couldn’t help but look at him and feel something, I mean I could be with him every single day and still look at him in amazement every time I see him. I can tell he loves the way my eyes light up when I see him. He makes my knees weak and my heart flutter a little when he wraps me into a big long hug. We head up to my hotel room, he always refused to let me take my own bags down to the car or even to let hotel staff do it. “I think I need to tell you something” i say “But I just don’t want to make things weird”

He stops what he’s doing and looks at me “After everything we’ve been through? We solid don’t worry about it” He responds with a chuckle. I take a deep breath and my cheeks go red “You make me really happy” I begin “You make me feel like I’m the only person that matters. My heart feels full when you’re around and no matter how broken I am you see me as perfect. Solo…… I-“ He interrupts me my planting a kiss on my lips. It felt as though we melted into each other, like all of this time and all of these years were leading to this very moment right here. He slowly pulls away “I love you too” He says softly. His body hovers over mine while I softly grab his face, leading us into another passionate kiss. Our lips smacking together while our tongues battled back and fourth. My body became warm with lust while his hands slid Nader my shirt.

It felt as if our bodies were becoming one. My hands explored his solid frame while our lips continued to wrestle. I reach for his belt buckle, tugging at it when we hear a bang at the door. “Come on Uce we gotta be out of here in 5” The voice says from the other side. Solo and I look at each other and laugh while we collect ourselves and he grabs my bags. “Maybe next time” He says with a wink.

[theyungrose]

Chrysanthemums and Daisies (Roman Reigns X Jey Uso)

Chapter 6: Insults and Interference

“What?!” 

Chrysanthemum turned to Daisy with an incredulous look on her face, following the insane demand she had just made.

“Don’t look at me like that. I want you to ban Jey from ringside for Roman’s match tonight.” 

It sounded even crazier the second time she said it. Daisy was all too serious though, sitting with her arms folded on the arm of Chrysanthemum’s office couch. Surprisingly, this was the first time the two sisters had actually sat in her office and spoke since the night of Daisy’s debut; not to say they weren’t speaking outside of work, but when they were at work the duo was just plain distant. 

“Why on Earth would you want me to do that Daisy?”

Daisy scoffed at her sister; sometimes her head could be just as empty as people perceived Daisy’s to be. 

“Shall I write you a list your majesty? How ‘bout so it can be a fair fight for a change? What’s the point in having a rematch anyway if you’re just gonna let shit play out the same way each time. It’s boring.” 

Chrysanthemum sneered at the sarcasm and spite in her younger sister’s voice, but she chalked it up to PMS and maintained her composure. She’d just finished hers and of course being sisters, well you understand. 

“Daisy, let’s leave the big decisions to me okay? I love you to pieces but it’s really not your forte nor is it your business. I don’t tell you how to wrestle.”

“Because you can’t.” 

Daisy quickly shrunk into her seat at the speed of Chrysanthemum’s nasty glare towards her, it was meant as only a small dig but obviously this wasn’t the forum, the tension already at a hundred. Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum once again gripped tightly to her calm sanity as she walked towards Daisy. After a deep breath she spoke to her sister again.

“Why are you in here making demands on Jey’s behalf anyways? I’m sure his mouth works perfectly fine.”

‘It sure does’

Daisy giggled quietly at her own thoughts.

“Come on sis, you know Jey is only doing this because his cousin forces him too. I mean what type of family threatens to throw you out of it because you won’t do his bidding? Your champion is an asshole, an evil one at that.”

Chrysanthemum sighed, wishing she was in a position to defend her champion. There wasn’t much she could say though; they both knew that the people they were in and outside of work were two things that would clash if they ever merged. It was a power thing, and of course only her and Roman would understand. 

“Look Daisy, I bet Jey probably appreciates you sticking your neck out like this,  but the answer is no. I make matches, not interfere in them.” 

Daisy scoffed, an even bigger one this time, and rolled her eyes at her sister. As cute and kind as she was, she had a natural bratty side that simply came with being the younger sibling, and it always when she couldn’t get something she wanted, especially at the hands of her sister. No matter the situation it was always Chrysanthemum’s way or the freeway, and when she wasn’t on the winning side of that it irked her in more ways than she could imagine. 

“You’re such a punk.” 

Anticipating the strike that was most likely coming, Daisy stood up and moved out of arms reach as she said that. Chrysanthemum, though a ways past irritated now, didn’t hit her sister and instead plopped onto her couch with a groan. She knew the childish temper tantrum that was coming from years of experience, and tonight she simply would not feed into it. 

“Whatever Daisy.” 

Daisy’s blood was starting to boil a bit as her sister scrolled through her phone; she hated being dismissed more than she hated being told no, and when Chrysanthemum started this nonchalant bullshit with her it made Daisy want to tear her hair out.

“You and Vince McMahon, y’all protect him like he’s a boy. Next time you see him tell him I said to grow some balls between his legs if he wants to carry that championship.” 

When Chrysanthemum still paid her no mind, Daisy’s fast mouth took it ten steps further before she even had a chance to think about it. 

“You probably won’t though, they’ll be too busy in your mouth.”

She knew she’d succeeded in getting a reaction out of her sister when she dropped the phone from her hand, but when she saw the rage in Chrysanthemum’s stare as she stood up from the couch, Daisy knew she’d gone too far. If she was expecting a hit before, she could anticipate an ass beating now. 

“Get out.”

Chrysanthemum was fuming, legit shaking, with rage as she got in her sister’s face. Her heels made her a couple inches taller than she already was over Daisy, and she could see the slight fear in her eyes. 

“Look I’m sorry okay, I took that too far.”

Flames of anger still licked up Chrysanthemum’s blood stream even following Daisy’s apology.

“Get out Daisy.”

Her voice was calmer but still enraged, and Daisy saw there was no fixing this situation right now. A few salty tears pooled into her irises as she turned away from Chrysanthemum and walked out, gently closing the door behind her. 

Chrysa fell back to the couch with her hand covering her forehead. The fears of her nightmares were already beginning to take root in her conscious reality, and it’d only been a few weeks. She wanted only to protect her sister from the subsequent crash and burn that her hasty actions often gifted her, but it was becoming apparent that Daisy was already beginning to resent that. Not only that; Chrysanthemum feared that this sudden uproar was not of Daisy’s own will, made obvious by the person she stormed in to defend. 

Chrysanthemum could tell this was headed for a very messy direction,and usually the one to jump in front of the train to take the blow, this was the first time her position in the matter left her hands tied. 

She’d just have to pray it’d blow over.

~~~~~~~~~

Daisy was still fuming following her earlier exchange with her sister, Jey had noted the fire in her eyes when she came to sit with him while he strapped up for his match. Of course, being akin to the “Head of The Table” didn’t secure you a locker room, or a maintenance closet for that matter. Instead the duo sat a few feet from the bathroom on a rolling crate, taking turns wrapping each other’s hands and lacing boots. 

“Are you excited for your rematch with Liv babe?” 

Jey assumed his words had fallen on deaf ears when Daisy didn’t reply, but upon a quick glance up from his fists he realized that she was staring intently at him.

“Daisy?” 

It’d been a short four weeks, but even Jey could say he didn’t recognize the look in his girls eyes. He’d never seen her green eyes look so cold, and distant. What he didn’t know is that her infatuation with AJ Lee might’ve run a little deeper than attire and move set. The most advanced translator couldn’t transcript what was going on in Daisy’s head, for it was a whirlwind of emotion and angst. 

“Babe?” 

A dangerous sparkle was alight in Daisy’s eyes as she all of a sudden snapped awake from her trance.

“What if we interfere in your cousins match tonight? Like I can come out during the match and distract him somehow, and you kick his head off while he isn’t looking.” 

Jey was floored. What scared him most was she was being serious, like deathly.  She spoke with no hesitation, and stared into his eyes the entire time. 

“Daisy...I appreciate that ma but I can’t have you inserting yourself in family business like that. It’s not safe.”

The rejection made her tongue thick with spite.

“Well it’s not like anyone else is doing anything about it. We have to take a stand baby.” 

Daisy framed her man’s face in both her small hands, hoping the intimacy would be enough to convince him. She had already been told ‘no’ once tonight, she couldn’t accept hearing it a second time. 

Jey sighed taking both her hands in his, both overwhelmed and frightened by the depths of his girl’s loyalty. 

“Thank you for being a solider babe, but I made this bed and I gotta lie in it. You should focus on your match with Liv, don’t worry about me. I got this.”

Jey sealed his promise with a chaste kiss to her lips. 

“I promise.” 

Daisy sighed in defeat, she still hadn’t gotten her way but he had succeeded in soothing the savage beast, at least for now. A brief smile appeared on Daisy lips, but the moment was fleeting as she caught a glimpse of Roman rounding the corner.

“Let’s go.”

Roman didn’t break his stride as he passed the two, barely sparing his cousin a passing glance.

Jey and Daisy exchanged glances, the warmth of her palms still radiating on his cheeks as they fell from his face. Daisy was visibly upset again, but with his cousin already down the hall there wasn’t much Jey could do. He left her with a lingering kiss to the crown of her head before jogging down the hall to catch up with his cousin. 

Daisy eyes bore flaming holes into the back of Roman’s head as the two continued down the hall. Right before they disappeared Roman glanced behind him; meeting the rage in Daisy’s features. The fierceness in her gaze shook him a little bit as was telling from his expression. Daisy smirked coyly as he turned his back to her and continued walking. 

She’d just have to take him down herself. 

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SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 4296

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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YASMINE I was on the road, fiercely defending my title as if my very existence hinged on it. I've proudly held this championship for nearly three hundred and thirty days, and it has been an incredible journey. Meanwhile, Jey had to surrender his title after suffering a broken arm in a brutal match against Drew. It was a tough moment, and now he's at home recuperating, missing me dearly.

Our wedding was an unforgettable experience, filled with love and joy. Meeting his family was a highlight; they were incredibly warm and welcoming. It felt wonderful to become a part of his family, especially as I navigate my career in the wrestling business.

Today marked the final day of the tour, and I can finally head home after feeling a bit battered and bruised. I suppose that's the price of being a champion. I've missed my partner immensely, and I can't wait to see him and enjoy some well-deserved pampering.

As I sat in my locker room, casually scrolling through my social media, a knock on the door interrupted my moment. I called out for the person to enter, all while double tapping on Instagram photos. That's when I noticed Bianca and Trinity stepping inside.

"Heyy Babygirl!" Trinity said as she gave me a hug

"Hey girlies are y'all ready to go home? Because I am I miss my man," I said sighing deeply while they chuckle at me.

Bianca inquired, "We totally get where you're coming from, but have you both discussed your dream honeymoon destination yet?"

I've been reflecting on our honeymoon plans, and I can't help but dream about Montego Bay, Jamaica. Picture us relaxing on the beach, riding dirt bikes together, and enjoying countless adventures. However, we haven't had the chance to really talk about our plans since his arm injury. It's time to start planning something special.

"No, we haven't discussed on the matter, did y'all have any ideas?" I said as I had seen a grin on their faces

My face turned into a confused one what did these two have planned? Sometimes their ideas scare me, "What?"

"We were considering that you both should head to Montego Bay in Jamaica for your honeymoon; it would be an amazing getaway." I was actually having the same thought—could she possibly be reading my mind?

Trinity remarked, "This way, you can steer clear of all the drama surrounding Melo and Liv. Speaking of him, I heard he got into some trouble for breaching the restraining order you had in place." I nodded in agreement.

"He mentioned that if he breaks it again, he won't think twice about sending him to jail, especially considering what he did to me a couple of months back. They have the evidence ready, just in case he tries to deny it."

"But going to Jamaica doesn't seem bad we both need to be away for a while until he is cleared."

We are actively discussing our plans to make this trip to Jamaica a reality, and as part of that, we've all begun searching for an Airbnb for Jey and me.

✧˚°  After a lengthy drive, I finally arrived home safe and sound. I informed Paul that Jey and I would be taking a week-long vacation to enjoy some quality time together. As I opened the door, our adorable corgi dashed toward me, instantly bringing a smile to my face.

"Hiii my little pumpkin, where's your father?" I said while giving her some loving as I shut the door behind me.

I set my bags down on the couch and slipped off my shoes, neatly placing them on the shoe rack. As I made my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but smile at her tiny, adorable figure. I filled her bowl with food and poured some fresh water into another. With that done, I headed upstairs in search of Jey.

We moved into my house a few months back after he proposed, and shortly after, he surprised me with the cutest little corgi. She was so tiny and adorable that I felt like I could just melt! We decided to name her Ella. As I entered our shared bedroom, I opened the door to find him lounging on the bed, engrossed in a TV show. It seemed he hadn't even noticed me come in through the front door.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention, and as he turned to me, a smile spread across his face. I approached him confidently, settling onto his lap while he placed his free hand firmly on my hips.

"Hey, baby. I didn't hear you come in," Jey said softly as I leaned in forward to give him a kiss on the lips.

"Well Ella heard me coming in just fine, probably had the TV volume up to high huh? I missed my man," I said while showing him with kisses all over his face.

I heard him chuckling at my affection placing a soft kiss on my neck, "I missed you too baby it was boring without you here," that warmed by heart hearing that from him.

I settled into his lap, feeling at ease, when I noticed Ella entering our bedroom. She attempted to climb onto the bed with us, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable antics. I scooped her up, helping her join us on the bed.

I found myself toying with his shirt as I prepared to discuss our exciting honeymoon plans together.

"Hey Papi," I began, drawing his gaze as he looked up at me. "I was chatting with the girls earlier, and they suggested that we should consider Montego Bay in Jamaica for our honeymoon," I went on.

"That sounds like fun did you already talk to Paul about it?" I nodded my head carefully caressing his broken left arm.

I truly empathized with him when he broke his arm during the match and had to relinquish his title. It must have been incredibly challenging for him to manage daily tasks independently while recovering. However, once he receives medical clearance, he will undoubtedly reclaim his title, and I believe that moment will be a significant triumph for him.

"How's your left arm? You've been taking your medication when I was gone?"

He nodded, saying, "Yeah, my arm hurts, but I'll manage. Now, about our honeymoon trip—when are you going to book the flight, Mama?" he inquired.

"I was going to do that later on tonight so that way we can be prepared to head out in the morning, and I'll have Trin watch Ella for us until we come back, she need some dog friends," Jey was listening to me attentively while caressing his hand all over my body as he gave my butt a squeeze.

I could sense his intentions clearly; the desire in his eyes was unmistakable. It brought a smile to my face as I rose from his lap, fully aware that his gaze was fixed on me.

I figured he might be feeling a bit helpless after his left arm surgery, so I thought it would be fun to playfully tease him by undressing. I understand that it's been tough for him with me away on tour, and I could sense that his desire was building up inside him.

He locked his gaze onto my eyes, his tongue teasingly tracing the edge of his lips as he watched me slowly peel away my layers, revealing the delicate lace of my underwear beneath. I noticed him curling his finger, beckoning me closer with an irresistible invitation.

Did I follow his instructions? No, I didn't. Instead, I stripped completely while observing him lose himself, and as I stood up and stared into his eyes, I started to touch myself.

As he climbed over the bed, I noticed that he was growing erect, which made me grin. I pulled down his shorts and boxers and watched as his large, meaty dick sprung up.

I took hold of it and started to stroke it up and down, feeling him shudder at my touch as I massaged my thumb over his sensitive head and noticed pre-cum leaking out of the tip.

"M-mama...quit...it.." Jey moaned softly.

I just chuckled at him as I started kissing his shaft gently before descending on him and observing his erratic breathing. As I twirled my tongue over his tip, I noticed him tossing his head back into the pillow.

SMUT WARNING I began bobbing my head up and down on his dick while continuing to swirl my tongue around his tip hearing nothing but his sweet moans escaping his lips as I was slurping his dick down.

I could feel him trying to take over but I swatted his hand away holding his thighs down so that he wouldn't thrust his hips in my mouth, I went down on him letting his dick hit the back of my throat.

"Shit, mama,"

"Mhmm," I responded back to him stroking his shaft up and down seeing him rolling his eyes in the back of his head I just knew that he wasn't going to do anything since his arm was fucked up—or so I thought.

I went to suck on his balls catching him off guard while continuing to stoke him up and down watching him crumbling underneath my touch.

"Fuckk, mama, you driving me crazy keep goin," He moaned feeling him gripping onto the sheets.

"Yeah? Is this all mine big daddy?"

"Yes, it's all yours mama," that made me smile knowing that effect I had on him seeing him losing control.

I continued to show his balls some loving feeling his dick twitching inside of my hand signaling that he was going to cum soon, but he wasn't going for it he sat upright pinning me down on the bed with his available hand.

He began rubbing my slick folds feeling how wet I am for him and only for him Jey had my legs pinned over my head while he aligned himself inside of me pushing his dick causing both of us to groan loudly while he began giving me his deep strokes that I love so much before going crazy

He wrapped his available hand around my throat while fucking me slowly as I gaze into his eyes seeing him leaning closer to my body so that we could feel each other's warmth placing his soft lips on mine as our lips began moving in sync.

We were passionately kissing each other feeling his dick circling around my g-spot while moaning between the kiss feeling every single inch of him.

"This my pussy ain't it baby?" Jey muttered replacing his lips onto my neck sucking it.

"Yes, fucking, yes this all yours big daddy," I moaned throwing my head back in the sheets just like how I had him earlier.

I held my legs together keeping them in place so that he wouldn't have to do all of the work due to his arm while watching dick sliding in and out of me coated up with my cream.

This man loved me down unconditionally like no other would not even Carmelo he didn't show me no love and respect during our time together but Jey he was so different and a changed man indeed, Jey kept pushing his dick deeper and deeper within me as my eyes were rolling in the back of my head.

We had pulled away from the kiss catching each other's breath while he placed his forehead on mines his gaze never leaving mines, I bit the bottom of my lip showing him my sweet innocent face feeling all of the pleasurable pain that I was experiencing right now.

He kissed my lips some more, "how this feel mama?"

"Ouuu it feels so good daddy, fuckk,"

He had a grin on his face slamming his hips deeply inside of my wet cunt causing me to gasps softly at this effect now digging my nails inside of his back causing him to hiss.

All you could hear was skins slapping against each other that sounded out the whole room he kept circling his hips around my g-spot making me go insane, it felt like I was losing control of myself during this moment.

"Daddy beating his pussy up huh princess," the way he was speaking nasty in my ear just made me melt in the inside making me even more wetter for him. "Yes. Daddy, yess ouuu fuck,"

My hand went down towards my clit as I began rubbing it in circles seeing him watching me do it knowing that he loved that shit, he was kissing my feet and my thighs yearning for me.

Jey pummeled my gushy insides to the oblivion leaving my mouth in a "oh" shape causing me to rub my clit more faster to chase my orgasm.

He was whispering all kinds of vulgar and nasty shit in my ear while talking me through it trying to keep myself together. "Cum on this dick, I want you to cum, wanna see all of your milky cream coating my dick like vanilla ice cream baby," Jey cooed at me while his dick was kissing my cervix so well.

I felt myself clenching over and over on his dick while my available hand was holding onto his arm sticking my tongue out for him like a slut, "just a fucking slut only for me tho baby," he spit inside of my mouth while beginning to tongue me down again in the process as our tongues were fighting for dominance.

We pulled back for a moment seeing the salvia coming from our mouths before heading back into the kiss feeling him gripping my throat tightly as he fucked me good.

That's when I felt a knot forming in my stomach feeling an orgasm creeping up on me I knew he could feel it too thrusting his hips.

I pulled away from his lips seeing the rest of our salvia dripping out from his lips, "fuckk I'm finna cum daddy," I mewled out.

He placed a wet kiss on my neck, "lemme' nut all in this fucking pussy this pretty ass pussy you got mamas," he grunted feeling his dick twitching since he was edging on from earlier.

His thrust became sloppier and sloppier within each second while the air thicken between us feeling the sweat coming off our bodies.

"I-it's coming! Ouu fuck Joshuaaa,"

I let out a cried moan feeling juices flowing out of me causing my body to shake while he continued at it placing nothing but gentle kisses on my face to calm me down from my insane climax that I just experienced.

At this point I felt defeated letting him do whatever he wants to me now since my body was in full shock mode I could feel his dick twitching again inside of me never leaving eye contact with him.

I managed to pull him closer towards my body whispering sweetly things into his ear that drove him crazy, "cum for me big daddy, I want all of that nut inside of me, you fuck me so good with that big ass dick," I whisper softly.

"C'mon big daddy you got it," that's all he needed to hear from me hiding his face in my neck while curing underneath his breath in the process.

"Ohh, mama, I'm finna nut," He slammed into me one last time as his warm seeds started shooting ropes after ropes inside of my inner walls as his filled me up good mixing my juices with his nut.

He kept thrusting inside of me gently making sure none of his nut spilled out of me, we were both out of breath as he laid there on my chest with his dick buried inside of me still.

SMUT OVER

We lingered in that intimate moment for a few minutes until Jey gently withdrew, leaving me with a sense of emptiness that made me whimper. He looked down at me, showering my body with tender kisses, his smile radiating warmth and comfort.

"Put yo' ass to sleep with this one little girl," Jey said in a cocky manner.

I shot him an exasperated look while suggesting he get the bath water running. It would be perfect for us to enjoy a relaxing soak together before I grab those tickets for our honeymoon getaway.

✧˚° OMNISCIENT Yasmine was in the kitchen preparing dinner after finalizing their honeymoon flights to Montego Bay, Jamaica. She sent a text to Trin, letting her know they would be leaving in the morning to catch their flight and would be dropping Ella off beforehand.

As she prepared dinner, a warm sensation enveloped her waist, prompting her to glance over her shoulder. There stood Jey, his tall 6'2 frame contrasting with her petite stature. He tenderly brushed her hair aside and planted soft kisses on her neck, eliciting a smile that lit up her face.

"What's on the menu tonight mama?" Jey asked while continuing to place kisses on her neck and shoulders.

"Tonight I will be making some Honey Glazed Salmon with some yellow rice along with asparagus with wine on the side to drink," she said feeling Jey pressed his stiff member against her which made her feel fuzzy on the inside.

He leaned in closer, resting his head against her shoulder as he watched her prepare dinner. A playful spark ignited within him, and he began to sway his hips gently, ensuring she felt the undeniable desire he had for her.

While preparing dinner, she attempted to swat him away, issuing a warning, but he paid her no mind. He was all too familiar with her, especially when she seemed preoccupied; he knew he could still get her attention.

He grabbed her by the throat with his available hand catching her by surprise placing his lips on hers causing her wrap her arms around his neck in the process.

He hoisted her up by the thighs with one hand, effortlessly setting her on the kitchen counter. His fingers glided over her backside, giving it a playful squeeze as he drew her closer, their bodies connecting intimately without the barrier of a shirt.

"Josh..c'mon now I gotta finish cooking dinner," she tried to push him away.

"That can wait I want you as my dinner for right now mama,"

"Joshuaaaa," Yasmine whined out of annoyance as he stopped what he was doing seeing her pouty face which made him chuckle making him step back. "My fault mama imma let you finish cooking but afterwards I'm coming for you and don't be running away either,"

A mischievous smile danced across her lips as she remembered the last time they engaged in such antics at her previous job, where she had dashed around like a carefree fool. It was clear to her that she was in for another round of delightful chaos.

After preparing dinner, Yasmine and Ella settled onto the couch, dimming the lights to create a cozy atmosphere. Yasmine selected a show to watch on TV, and they both began to enjoy their meals, with Ella happily digging into her own food as well.

Yasmine savored her wine, her eyes drifting toward Jey, who was completely absorbed in the show flickering on the large screen. It was hard for her to fathom that she was married to such an incredibly handsome man.

Yasmine set her glasses aside and resumed watching the show with Jey. Noticing that Ella wanted to join them on the couch, she gently lifted her up, making sure Ella settled in comfortably beside them.

"Girl you know how to throw it down for real, can you cook for me forever mama?" Jey said as she chuckled at him.

"You know I will be cooking food for you until the day I die pumpkin," Yasmine responded with a smile on her face.

✧˚° Yasmine was busy washing the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, when she sensed someone behind her. It was Jey, returning to complete the task he had begun before their dinner together. She had a clever plan brewing in her mind for this moment.

She pivoted to face him, her gaze tracing his towering 6'2 frame, while he looked down at her petite stature. Gently, he cupped her chin and pressed tender kisses against her lips, and in that intimate moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, fully embracing the connection they shared.

He took advantage of his free hand to gently grasp her waist, drawing her nearer to him as he showered her neck with soft, affectionate kisses that trailed down to her chest.

That's when she grabbed his dick rubbing her hand against it teasing him the process just to get him fired up that's when he pulled away for a second grabbing her by the throat giving her a warning look.

"Minks, don't play with me right now," Jey warned her as she looked at him with innocent eyes.

"Do what baby? I'm not doing anything to you just showing you some affection," She said softly placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Mhm, yo' ass ain't innocent little girl," she kept rubbing her hand against his dick hearing his breathing getting uneven tightening his hand around her throat.

Yasmine pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, then swiftly pulled away, striding off with purpose. He rested his hand on his hip, fully aware that she was teasing him, daring him to pursue her if he wanted to get what he desired.

As she playfully dashed around the house, her laughter echoed, and she could sense him closing in behind her. "Minks! I'm not chasing you with one fucking arm c'mere!" He shouted chasing after her.

She dashed into the living room, weaving behind the couches as they faced off, both panting heavily from the intensity of the moment.

"Having fun yet big daddy?" Yasmine teased hearing a dark chuckle coming from him.

"Oh, I'm having fun alright when I snatch yo' little ass up and take you in that damn bedroom quit playing with me minks," She laughed softly as she glanced at the stairs, and he mirrored her gaze, observing her every action like a lion stalking its prey, poised and ready to spring into action.

She took off, sprinting up the stairs with him hot on her heels, fully aware that he was indeed quicker. A playful laugh escaped her lips as she heard his footsteps echoing behind her. She dashed into the bedroom, hesitating to shut the door, relishing the thrill of the chase.

Jey entered the bedroom, captivated as he watched her slowly untie her red silky robe, letting it cascade to the floor and reveal her figure. He approached her, his hand gently encircling her throat, drawing her closer.

"You so fucking sexy it doesn't make any sense got me chasing after yo' ass minks," Jey whispered softly.

She ran her fingers along his inked skin, planting a soft kiss on his neck. "I wanted you to chase for what you want big daddy and now you have caught me," she said so sweetly causing a smirk to appear on his face.

"Me? Chasing you? you tryna make me work for it huh?" Yasmine nodded her head smiling innocently at him as he scooped her up with one hand slamming her onto the bed.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his large, thick dick jutting out and smacking him in the stomach as she assisted him in taking off his sweatpants and blue PSD boxers.

As she began to caress him, feeling his pre-cum on her fingers and watching him toss his head back to give her what she wanted, his eyes were filled with desire and want.

When he saw her chewing the bottom of her lips, he moistened the back of his own lips and then tucked them in while staring into her innocent ones.

He used his available hand and caressed her face along with her chin pulling her in a kiss, "so fucking pretty you gon' let big daddy take care of you pretty baby?" Jey said as Yasmine nodded her head.

"Yo' ass better not run from me either tryna make me work for it tuh you funny baby girl,"

He aligned himself inside of her entrance and began thrusting deeply inside of her causing her to throw her head back in the sheets.

"O-oh fuckk," Yasmine moaned seeing a smirk appearing on his face.

"That's right baby no running from me, lemme' take care of you,"

They spent the remainder of the night wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a whirlwind of passion, eagerly anticipating the moments they would share during their honeymoon.

Something Bout' Us

A/n: THE MFN IT BOY OF THE WWE COMPANY HE FUCKING DID IT AND I AM SO PROUD OF HIM YEETMANIA ALL THE WAY IN 2025 US USO FANS ARE SOOO UP.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter will be finishing this book soon so that I could focus on my other books and things on tumblr.

STAY UCEY