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Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

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

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!- 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy! 

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Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit. 

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions… 

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’ 

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what? 

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road. 

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken. 

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin.  Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world. 

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too. 

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’.   That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd. 

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room. 

*Sigh* 

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf. 

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink* 

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck. 

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch. 

Christ the things that woman does to me. 

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit. 

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely. 

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad. 

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support… 

But I am only human. 

And Rhea Bloody Ripley…. 

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention. 

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE. 

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow. 

“No distractions, ya hear!” 

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down. 

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction. 

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant. 

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason. 

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it! 

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation. 

“Me? I would never��” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.  

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me! 

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again. 

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion? 

Maybe I was out of my depth? 

Rhea should be in this match not me. 

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion? 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen. 

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food. 

Honestly this lot, I love them so much. 

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all! 

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet… 

But within a split second I felt something behind me. 

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed. 

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask. 

“You did this Y/N…” 

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.” 

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul. 

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?” 

TO BE CONTINUED

[rootedinrevisions]

Birthday Girl

SUMMARY: Jasmine Harris, a confident WWE superstar, has spent years dancing around her feelings for her best friend and fellow wrestler, Damian Priest. When her birthday night spirals into frustration after Damian’s jealousy over a colleague spills into the open, the tension between them finally ignites. Fueled by a heated confrontation, old feelings resurface, and Damian takes it upon himself to show Jasmine how she truly deserves to be treated—both in and out of the ring. What starts as a volatile argument soon turns into an unforgettable night, where Damian's patience and Jasmine's long-buried desires collide in a whirlwind of passion.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to my bestie @caramara3 for requesting this one! I hope I did your idea justice, babes!

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT.

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

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The Orlando club pulsed with energy, a mix of colorful lights and throbbing bass that enveloped Jasmine as she stepped inside, her birthday dress hugging her curves in all the right places. She had chosen a fitted black dress with a daring neckline, paired with strappy heels that made her legs look impossibly long. It was her night to celebrate, and she intended to make the most of it.

Jasmine spotted a few familiar faces among the crowd, but her gaze was drawn to the dance floor, where the music pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. She laughed, throwing her head back, the sound a melody of confidence as she made her way to her friends. The night was just beginning, and she felt a surge of excitement course through her veins.

“Jazz Hands!” a voice called from behind her, breaking through the music. 

She turned, a wide smile spreading across her face as she saw Damian approach, his tall frame cutting through the crowd effortlessly. He had a way about him that made him look effortlessly cool, and the tattoos that adorned his arms were a reminder of the fierce man he was in and out of the ring.

“Happy Birthday!” he said, wrapping her in a warm embrace that felt both familiar and electric. 

For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the comfort of his presence, the years of friendship wrapping around them like a cozy blanket.

“Thanks, Damian,” she replied, stepping back to look up at him. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Got a special birthday drink waiting for you,” he said with a playful wink.

She rolled her eyes, smirking. “You mean the one that’s mostly fruit juice and sugar? Very manly of you.”

“Hey, I have to keep you alive for the after-party, don’t I?” He chuckled, but his gaze flickered past her shoulder, and she sensed a shift in his demeanor.

Turning to follow his gaze, she saw Carmelo Hayes, a recent addition to WWE, casually approaching. He was exuding confidence, and when he spotted Jasmine, his smile widened as if she was the only person in the room.

“Looks like you’ve caught the attention of the new kid,” Damian said, his voice low. 

There was a hint of something in his tone—possessiveness?—that made Jasmine raise an eyebrow.

“Carmelo’s just being friendly,” she replied, shrugging off his concern, even as her pulse quickened under his intense gaze.

The night progressed, and as the drinks flowed, Jasmine found herself drawn to Carmelo’s magnetic presence. He was charming, witty, and had a way of making her feel seen and appreciated in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. They danced together, their bodies moving in sync, and for the first time in what felt like ages, she felt free.

Damian watched from the sidelines, a storm brewing inside him. Every laugh she shared with Carmelo, every playful twirl, was like a knife to his chest. He was supposed to be the one making her laugh, the one pulling her into his arms.

As Jasmine tossed her head back in laughter, Damian could no longer contain himself. He stormed over, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“Hey!” he shouted, trying to pull her away. 

But in his frustration, he accidentally knocked into Carmelo, causing a drink to spill all over Jasmine’s dress.

“Damian!” she exclaimed, stepping back, the anger in her eyes cutting through him like glass. “What the hell?”

“I—” he started, but the hurt in her expression stopped him cold.

Jasmine was fuming, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She glanced at Carmelo, who looked equally shocked, and then back at Damian. 

“You just ruined my birthday!” With a growl of frustration, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the club, the sound of her heels echoing on the pavement. 

Damian followed her outside, his heart racing. “Jazz!” he called, but she didn’t stop.

“Why would you do that?” she yelled, spinning around to face him in the dimly lit parking lot. “Why would you make an ass out of yourself like that?”

“Because I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Damian shot back, his voice low but fierce.

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “You don’t get to dictate who looks at or touches me. You’re not my boyfriend, Damian.”

His heart sank at her words, but he couldn’t let her walk away. 

“I want to be!” he blurted out, the admission hanging in the air between them.

Jasmine scoffed, disbelief etched on her features. “Oh, really?” A few days, weeks, or months ago, maybe she would’ve jumped at the chance. But now? After he embarrassed her like this? “Well forget it. I would never date someone like you.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, and Damian could feel the weight of his mistake pressing down on him. This wasn’t how he wanted things to be, but the longer she stood there, hurt and angry, the more he realized how much he had to lose.

With the air crackling between them, Jasmine’s anger hung in the air like a tempest ready to break. She stood there, her chest heaving, eyes blazing as she fought back tears that threatened to spill. Damian could see the hurt behind her defiance, and it twisted something deep within him.

“Jazz, please,” he started, desperation creeping into his voice. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night. I just... I don’t want anyone else to have you.”

“You don’t get to decide that!” she shot back, her words sharp like daggers. “You’ve had your chance, Damian. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for years. I thought tonight would finally be different.”

“I was going to,” he replied, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But you were having fun. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“Too late for that!” she snapped. “You’ve already ruined everything.”

“Damn it, Jasmine! I’ve liked you for so long, and watching you dance with him, seeing him touch you... I lost it. I didn’t want to stand back and watch anymore.”

Her expression faltered for a moment, confusion mingling with her anger. He never called her Jasmine. It was always Jazz or Jazz Hands. Jasmine was reserved for when he was pissed off with her. Which only happened once before.

But her anger only faltered for a moment before it returned. “So, you just thought you’d spill a drink on me and that would somehow make it better?”

“No! I thought I would get him away from you,” he admitted, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I thought I could show you that I’m the one who deserves you. The drink getting spilled on you was an accident. I’m an idiot, not an asshole.”

Jasmine’s heart raced at his words, the sincerity in his voice momentarily softening her anger. But she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. “You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend, but you’ve never even asked me out, Damian. You can’t just expect me to jump at the chance now.”

“I know,” he said, his voice hoarse. “And I’m sorry. I should have made my intentions clear a long time ago. I don’t want to lose you, Jazz.”

She took a shaky breath, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. “And what if I’m done waiting? What if I want to see where things go with Carmelo?”

“That’s not what you really want,” he said, his gaze intense, as if he could read the very thoughts racing through her mind. “I see how you light up around me, Jazz. Remember that night we stayed up talking until dawn, sharing secrets that no one else knows? You were so animated, laughing like the world outside didn’t exist. Or the way your eyes spark when I mention something you love—like your favorite old wrestling matches or that stupid ‘90s sitcom we binge-watched together on plane rides. You don’t do that with anyone else.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I know when you’re pretending, putting on a brave face for everyone else, but when it’s just us, you let your guard down. Like when you told me about that tough match last month—the one you thought you’d lost. I could see the fire in you, but I also saw the vulnerability. You don’t show that side to anyone else, Jasmine. You trust me.”

Damian’s expression softened as he continued, “And what about that night at my place, when we were supposed to just watch some stupid reality show? You fell asleep on me, and I didn’t want to wake you. But just as you were drifting off, you sleepily whispered that you loved me. You probably don’t even remember it, but I do. That moment meant everything to me.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between them. “I know you feel it too. You might want to act like you don’t care, but I can see it in your eyes, in the way you react to me. You’re not just pushing me away; you’re fighting against something real.”

She hesitated, the temptation to give in battling with the anger still simmering in her veins. “You think you can just flip a switch and everything’s okay?”

Damian stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “No, but I can try. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

“Then start by apologizing for being a jerk,” she challenged, arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

“I’m sorry for being an ass tonight,” he replied sincerely. “You deserve better than that.”

Her heart softened at his words, and she could feel the walls she had built around herself beginning to crumble. But the hurt still lingered. “It’s going to take more than words, Damian.”

“I know,” he said, determination in his eyes. “Let me show you. Just give me the chance.”

With her heart racing, Jasmine considered his offer. Could she really take that leap after everything that had happened? But deep down, the thought of finally giving in to what had been simmering between them for so long felt exhilarating.

“Fine,” she said, her voice steady. “But if you screw this up again, it’s over for good.”

A grin broke across his face, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding through him. “I won’t let you down, Jazz. I promise.”

As his words hung in the air, a warmth spread through Jasmine’s chest, melting away the remnants of her frustration. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way his gaze held hers with a mix of determination and tenderness. The weight of their unspoken feelings settled between them like a comfortable blanket, wrapping her in a sense of security she hadn’t realized she craved. For the first time in a long while, Jasmine felt a flicker of hope igniting within her. Perhaps this night could mark a turning point, a chance to finally explore the depth of what had been simmering beneath the surface of their friendship for so long.

“So, are you going to take me home, or should I get an Uber?” she teased, breaking the spell of the moment.

Damian blinked, pulled from his thoughts by her playful tone. “I’ll take you home,” he replied, a grin spreading across his face. With that, they made their way to his car, the atmosphere shifting as they stepped into a night filled with possibilities.

Damian opened the car door for her, a charming smile gracing his lips as he extended his hand. 

“After you, birthday girl.” Jasmine took his hand, her heart racing slightly as she climbed into the car, feeling the weight of his gentle touch.

As he drove, the atmosphere inside the car shifted to something more comfortable, yet charged. Damian’s hand rested on her thigh, warm and reassuring. It was a gesture filled with respect, not invasive but undeniably intimate. She glanced sideways at him, catching the glint of determination in his eyes.

When they arrived at her place, Damian was quick to open her car door again, offering his hand to help her out.

“It’s the least I can do,” he said, his voice low. He placed a warm hand on her lower back as they walked to her front door, the touch igniting something deep within her.

They paused in front of her door, the air thick with unspoken words. Damian opened his mouth to say goodnight, wanting to respect her space and not push her limits. “Goodnight, Jazz. I hope you had a—”

“Are you going to come inside?” she interrupted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He hesitated, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he stumbled over his words. “I— I wasn’t sure I’d be invited,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “Well, I am still waiting on a birthday present from you,” she said, her voice laced with playful challenge. Before he could respond, she reached up, grabbed his tie, and pulled him inside.

Damian’s heart raced as he stepped over the threshold, running his tongue over his lips in anticipation. The door clicked shut behind them, and the playful air of the moment hung thick between them, charged with tension and unfulfilled desires.

Once inside Jasmine’s apartment, the atmosphere shifted again, charged with anticipation. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the cozy space, casting a warm light over the living room. She set her keys down on the small table by the door, stealing glances at Damian as he stepped in behind her, closing the door softly.

“I, uh, didn’t think I’d be invited in,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of nervousness breaking through his confident facade.

Jasmine smirked, leaning against the doorframe with an air of playful confidence. “You know, it’s not every day I get a ride home from a big, tall Puerto Rican,” she teased, the glint in her eyes revealing just how much she enjoyed his presence.

Damian chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Well, I’m glad I could offer my ride-share services. Just wait until you see what else I can do.”

Her heart raced at his suggestion, and the playful banter between them felt charged with something deeper. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You think you can impress me?”

He took a step forward, closing the space between them. “I’m hoping so” he murmured, his gaze locked onto hers, intense and full of promise.

Jasmine felt the heat radiating off him, the memories of their earlier conversation flooding back to her. She was still waiting for her birthday present, and the thought sent a thrill through her. “Speaking of impressing me,” she said, biting her lip, “I’m still waiting for that birthday present, Damian.”

A slow grin spread across his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, is that so?” he asked, stepping even closer, his presence enveloping her. “What do you want, Jazz?”

Without thinking, she reached for his tie again, gently tugging him closer until their bodies nearly touched. “Why don’t you come find out?” she challenged, her voice laced with flirtation.

Damian’s breath hitched, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his face. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, but the playful glint in his eyes said he was all in.

“Maybe I like fire,” she shot back, emboldened by the electricity crackling between them. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

With that, Damian closed the distance, his lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. It was everything she’d been longing for, a whirlwind of pent-up desire and unspoken promises. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding around her waist as if they were meant to be together like this.

As they broke apart, Jasmine could see the heat in his gaze, and it sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “So, about that birthday present…” he said, his voice low and teasing, filled with unspoken intentions.

Jasmine smirked, her heart racing as she looked up at him, feeling emboldened by the kiss. “I’m curious, Damian. What do you have in mind for this birthday present?” she teased, her voice playful yet laced with desire.

He took a step back, giving her a thoughtful look as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “Well, I was thinking something unforgettable,” he replied, his gaze scanning her features as if he were memorizing every detail. “Something that makes you feel special… because you are.”

Jasmine felt a warmth spread through her at his words, but she kept up the playful banter. “I mean, a simple ‘happy birthday’ would have sufficed,” she replied, her tone light, though her heart was racing.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he countered, stepping closer again, the heat radiating off him as he enveloped her in his presence. “You deserve more than just a few words. You deserve to be treated like the queen you are.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle over her. “I’ll take that compliment, but let’s see if you can deliver,” she challenged, her confidence shining through.

Damian chuckled, leaning in, his breath brushing against her ear. “Oh, I can definitely deliver.”

Jasmine felt the heat of his body so close to hers, the anticipation hanging in the air as she tilted her head slightly, catching his eye. “Then show me,” she whispered, the challenge hanging between them.

With a smirk, he took her hand, leading her deeper into the apartment. The atmosphere shifted, becoming heavier with the promise of what was to come. He stopped in the living room, looking around before focusing back on her. “Do you want to play a game, Jazz?”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game?”

“I’m going to make you a deal,” he said, his tone serious but with an underlying playfulness. “If you can guess what I’m thinking right now, I’ll give you whatever you want for your birthday.”

She crossed her arms, a challenge in her eyes. “And if I can’t?”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice to a sultry whisper. “Then I get to have my way with you. No questions asked.”

Jasmine felt her breath hitch at the implication. The thrill of the challenge ignited something deep within her, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, I’m in. But you better not go easy on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jasmine took a moment to consider. She stepped back, trying to think like Damian. He was intense, and brooding at times, but he had a playful side that came out when he was comfortable. 

“You’re thinking about… how much you want to kiss me again?” she guessed, biting her lip as she watched him closely.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Not even close.”

She feigned disappointment but quickly recovered, trying to think of another guess. “How about… you’re wondering if I’m going to actually make you work for it?”

“Getting warmer,” he said, leaning closer, his breath warm against her cheek. “But still not right.”

The tension between them was palpable, and Jasmine was beginning to feel the heat rising in the room. “Okay, okay. How about… you want to know if I’m going to scream your name tonight?”

Damian’s gaze darkened, and the playful challenge melted away, replaced with a raw hunger. “Now you’re just trying to get under my skin by giving me ideas,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

“Maybe,” she replied, stepping even closer, her heart racing. “Maybe I like it when you get frustrated.”

In one swift motion, he closed the gap, pinning her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Jasmine Harris,” he warned, his eyes blazing with intensity.

She could feel her heart racing, the thrill of the moment coursing through her veins. “I know,” she breathed, a smile teasing her lips. “But you’re the one who made me do it. You wanted to play a game, remember?”

Damian leaned in, their lips just inches apart. “I think it’s time to remind you who’s really in control here.”

With that, he pressed his lips against hers once more, deepening the kiss, pouring all the frustration and desire he had been holding back into that single moment. Jasmine melted into him, feeling the weight of everything that had come before them and all the possibilities that lay ahead.

The kiss ignited a spark that traveled through Jasmine like wildfire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she melted into him, deepening the kiss. Damian’s hands roamed her sides, his touch igniting every nerve ending in her body.

As they pulled away, both breathless, Jasmine could see the heat in Damian’s gaze, the tension still crackling in the air between them. “I didn’t know you had it in you to be so bold,” he teased, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Guess you don’t know me as well as you thought,” she shot back, her confidence growing with every passing second.

He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. “Oh, I know you, Jasmine. I know how fierce you are in the ring and how soft you can be when it’s just us. You can be both, and I find that incredibly sexy.”

Jasmine felt her cheeks heat at his words. “You always had a way with compliments, Damian,” she said, her voice teasing. “But I’m still waiting for that birthday present you promised me.”

He took a step back, contemplating her challenge. “Alright then, how about we make this a little more interesting?” he proposed, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ll give you a taste of what you’re missing, but only if you can guess what my next move is.”

Her heart raced at the idea of another game, the thrill of the chase reigniting her playful spirit. “Challenge accepted,” she replied, a smirk dancing on her lips.

Damian stepped away and moved to the living room, glancing back over his shoulder with a devilish grin. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

Without thinking, Jasmine lunged forward, her competitive nature ignited. She dashed after him, laughter spilling from her lips as they raced through the apartment. He moved quickly, his long legs easily outpacing her, but she was determined.

Finally, he stopped in front of the couch, turning just as she reached him. With a swift motion, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground. “Gotcha,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck.

She laughed, feeling exhilarated as he set her down, their bodies still close. “You’re going to pay for that,” she teased, shoving him playfully.

“Bring it on, Jazz,” he challenged an edge of excitement in his voice.

As the playful banter continued, Jasmine felt a magnetic pull toward him. She stepped closer, her heart racing as she leaned in, teasingly brushing her lips against his cheek. “So, what’s next?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Damian’s expression shifted, the playful nature giving way to something more serious. “I want to show you how I feel, but I need you to let me know I can first.”

Jasmine’s breath hitched at his words, the weight of his sincerity hitting her. “I… I want that, Damian. But I’m scared,” she admitted, her vulnerability slipping through.

“Trust me,” he said softly, cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I won’t let you down. I promise to take care of you.”

With his words hanging in the air, she felt the last of her defenses crumble. The intensity of the moment wrapped around them like a cocoon, and she knew she wanted to dive deeper. “Then show me,” she whispered, leaning closer.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips captured hers again, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken promises. As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in that intimate space.

When they finally broke apart, Damian searched her eyes. “Are you ready for your present?” he asked, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

Jasmine nodded, feeling exhilarated. “Absolutely.”

“Then let’s make tonight unforgettable,” he said, taking her hand and guiding her back toward the couch.

As they settled onto the couch, Damian turned to her, his expression shifting to one of complete devotion. “Tonight is all about you, Jasmine. I want to know everything you like,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “What makes you feel good?”

Jasmine felt a thrill run through her at his words, excitement and vulnerability mixing in a delicious blend. “You really want to know?” she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his gaze steady, unwavering. “I want to make you feel amazing. So tell me.”

She bit her lip, feeling a flutter in her stomach. “I don’t want a quickie or something casual,” she confessed. “I want to feel every touch, every kiss. No rushing. Just… savoring the moment.”

Damian nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.” He leaned closer, brushing his fingers along her arm, igniting tingles that spread across her skin.

Jasmine nodded, her heart racing in anticipation. He leaned in, placing gentle kisses along her collarbone, trailing down to the soft curve of her neck. Each kiss was deliberate, full of intent, making her body arch toward him instinctively.

“Tell me if I’m doing it right,” he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating.

She inhaled sharply, her pulse quickening at the sensation. “You are,” she whispered, reveling in his touch. “More… just like that.”

His hands traveled to her waist, fingertips dancing over the fabric of her dress, sending shivers down her spine. “I want to know what makes you moan, what makes you squirm,” he urged, his voice thick with desire.

Jasmine felt bold and liberated under his attention. “I love when you take control,” she admitted, looking into his eyes.

With that, he began to explore, his hands roaming her body with a mixture of tenderness and strength. He pulled her closer, making her feel like the only person in the world. As he kissed her, each movement was slow, deliberate, meant to draw out every moment, every reaction.

He paused, meeting her gaze. “What else do you want, Jazz?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“I want you to take your time,” she replied, her voice slightly breathless.

Damian smiled, the kind of smile that made her heart race. “Good. I want to worship you,” he said, dipping his head to plant soft kisses along her shoulders, trailing lower as he reveled in her reaction.

With each kiss, he took his time, teasing her with his lips, igniting a fire deep within her. He pulled the hem of her dress up slightly, exposing more of her skin. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.”

“I want you to touch me,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, the heat rising to her cheeks. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

“Then I will,” he promised, his voice low and commanding. He shifted, moving to kneel before her, his hands sliding up her thighs, sending electricity coursing through her veins.

“Damian,” she gasped, the anticipation building as he hovered just inches away from her most sensitive spots. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” he replied, looking up at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “I want you to feel that. Just remember, it’s all about you tonight.”

With that, he leaned in, placing soft kisses along her inner thighs, teasing her, making her squirm with need. Jasmine’s fingers grabbed the top of his head, her fingers digging into his dark hair as she urged him closer, her body arching instinctively toward him.

“Please,” she breathed, desperation creeping into her voice. “I need you.”

“Be patient,” he replied, his voice thick with desire as he continued his exploration, each kiss a promise of what was to come.

Jasmine let out a soft whimper, the tension and anticipation coiling tightly within her. “You’re doing a good job,” she praised, her voice shaky. “I promise.”

“Just wait,” he murmured, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “We’re just getting started.”

As Damian lavished attention on her inner thighs, Jasmine squirmed, every kiss igniting more need within her. His warm breath caressed her skin, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, fueling her own desire. “Damian,” she breathed, gripping the couch as she tried to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

“Just let go, Jazz,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “Trust me to take care of you.”

With a slight nod, she surrendered to him, leaning back against the cushions. He captured her gaze, his eyes dark with intent as he trailed kisses higher, teasing the edge of her lace underwear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I want you to feel every second of this.”

As his fingers danced along the waistband of her panties, he paused, looking up at her with a smirk. “Tell me what you want,” he coaxed, his voice dripping with desire.

“I want you to touch me,” she admitted, her heart racing as she felt the heat of his hands so close. “I want to feel you.”

Damian’s smirk widened as he slowly peeled her panties away, exposing her to him completely. “You’re so responsive,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I can’t wait to make you feel so good.”

With deliberate slowness, he let his fingers glide along her most sensitive areas, coaxing out soft gasps and moans from her lips. Jasmine arched her back, feeling herself unravel under his skilled touch. “Oh God, yes,” she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency.

“Keep talking to me,” he encouraged, his fingers expertly working to build her up. “Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels amazing,” she panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re driving me wild.”

“Good,” he replied, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Damian. I want you to make me feel good,” she gasped, her body craving more.

“Then I will,” he promised, leaning in to capture her lips with his, the taste of her mixing with the intoxicating air around them. He kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, the rhythm matching the movements of his fingers, drawing out every sound, every reaction from her.

As he continued his teasing, he could feel her tensing, the pressure building within her. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured against her lips, his fingers moving with precision.

“Damian,” she whimpered, her body begging for release. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised, deepening the intensity of his touch. “I want you to come for me.”

With each stroke, he expertly pushed her closer to the edge, Jasmine’s breath hitching as pleasure washed over her like waves crashing against the shore. “Yes! Oh my God, I’m—”

“Come for me, Jazz,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, just the way she liked it.

With a final stroke, she shattered, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Jasmine cried out, her body arching off the couch as she let herself fall into the pleasure he’d given her. Every sensation was amplified, sending her spiraling into bliss as he held her, guiding her through it.

“That's it, baby. Just let it all go,” he whispered, his fingers slowing to a gentle caress as her body trembled with aftershocks.

As she came down from her high, Jasmine felt a warm sense of satisfaction wash over her. Damian pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased lightly, his fingers playing with her hair.

Jasmine chuckled softly, still riding the wave of pleasure. “You really know how to treat a girl.”

“I told you I’d make it about you,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “And I plan to keep that promise.”

With newfound confidence, Jasmine tilted her head to meet his gaze, her heart swelling with affection. “So, what’s next? More of this?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Absolutely,” he grinned, leaning in to press his lips against hers once more.

“I want you to make me feel even better,” she whispered, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I want all of you, Damian.”

“Then let’s take our time,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “I want you to enjoy every second of this, birthday girl.”

With that, he began to explore her once more, ensuring Jasmine felt cherished and desired, every kiss and touch a testament to the connection they were building. Each moment was filled with promise and passion, a dance of intimacy that drew them closer together, pushing the boundaries of what they’d once shared.

[kyleoreillylover]

We’re Just Friends 💘

Summary: What’s like being best friends with benefits with Jey Uso?

A/N: This is for all my Jey girlies out there!

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more

Warnings: Smut!!!

Best!Friend Jey who always needs to be touching you in some way. Whether that’s resting his head on your shoulder during a promo, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close and nuzzling his head into your neck, he needs to feel you when you’re with him.

Best!Friend Jey who gets unexplainably jealous when male wrestlers/colleagues get too close to you, even if it is just a friendly conversation. He’ll walk towards you, glaring at them until they get the message to back off. But he’ll always play it off with a casual smile at you, claiming he got bad vibes from them or that he’s just looking out for you.

Best!Friend Jey who thinks that no man is worthy of you, except himself, and his heart hurts when you come to him with tears in your eyes because of another man who shouldn’t have even been in your vicinity. This was the reason he brought up the arragment in the first place, so he doesn’t have to put himself out there for rejection he couldn’t handle from you if you didn’t return his feelings, and so you can be intimate with someone you trust and satisfy your own needs without it being awkward.

Best!Friend Jey who’s mind feels airy whenever he hangs out with you, like he’s floating on cloud nine. He’s addicted to your presence, whether that’s training, backstage, or just chilling. His favorite moment of the night is when you can finally unwind at the hotel, sitting on a couch with your legs tangled together, talking about everything and nothing. The night goes one of two ways, the two of you cuddling on the couch, too tired to do anything and dozing off in each others arms, or him taking you to the bed and unwinding between your legs, licking and sucking on your folds softly, making his dick strain against his underwear and you moan uncontrollably, getting you both out of your heads from the Bloodline drama of the day.

Best!Friend Jey who knows you like the back of his hand, and can always tell if somethings bothering you, even if you're trying to hide it. He always tries to take the brunt of Roman's anger for you, but sometimes that is not enough. So whenever you are downcast and isolating yourself cause of being yelled at by Roman, Jey will find you no matter where you are hiding, he knows everywhere you might go. Words aren't needed, you just his arms wrapped around you and to hide your head in his chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the sweet nothings he murmurs in your ear.

Best!Friend Jey who helps you design and pick out your gear. Cause one, he wants to match with you, and two, it gives him an excuse to ogle you without you teasing and giving him hell for it, and and three, the man has good taste (of course he does, he likes you) and knows you appreciate his input. You try on the different colors and low cut styles, twirling in front of the mirror as Jey gives you his honest opinions and eyes you up and down appreciatively. You know you found the right fit when Jey get's up from his seat, turns you around and gently pushes you against the wall, his fingers running over the fabric as his mouth as his mouth swallows yours in a deep and passionate kiss, hot and demanding and heated and everything that described Jey and more. "That's the one." He whispered against your lips, pulling back slightly to admire you one last time before enveloping your lips, senses, your mind with another mind-numbing kiss.

Best!Friend Jey who lives for your attitude and sassiness. He loves the way you carry yourself, the way you are cold-hearted and show no mercy to those that are in your way, insulting them with your sharp tongue and cocky demeanor that made them shrink away. And it didn’t hurt that you had Jey standing beside you protectively, an intimidating glare on his face as he watched you tear the person to shreds. He loved your attitude and seeing you put them in their place, but try that shit with him? He’s gonna be dragging you to the nearest room and be ripping your clothes off and breaking you off in half with his dick, teaching you why you ain’t gon’ treat him like that.

Best!Friend Jey who is addicted to the way your pussy tastes. It’s his favorite drug in the world, the one thing that makes him insatiable and that he can't get enough of. He'll taste you anywhere, and everywhere, and won't care about who hears you. You got this man pussy-whipped and he wouldn't have it any other way, your muffled moans as he is in between your thighs is all he needs.

Best!Friend Jey who makes you almost break character whenever he gives you the look. The look that means he wants to take you into his arms and make you cum right then and there. He'll usually accompany that with standing behind you and not so subtly pushing his cock that was straining against his pants into your lower back, smirking when you glared at him-he knew you weren't actually mad at him, you were just mad at the fact you couldn't have him right then.

Best!Friend Jey who somehow convinced you to let him fuck you in Nick Aldis' office cause he was bugging him. The two of you almost caught cause you both can't shut up to save your life, but it was worth it when you passed him and Jey winked at him and licked his lips that still had your remnants on them, making your core heat up again and making you push him into the nearest closest so he can have his way with you.

Best!Friend Jey who always hypes up your instagram photos in the comments, because you literally look like a goddess on earth, and makes snarky comments at your lil fanboys who think they even have a little chance with you. He also secretly masturbates to them when your away from him and too busy to call him ;)

Best!Friend Jey who is always at ringside for your matches no matter what, (and has to catch himself from ogling you in front of the cameras) and motivates you for your bigger matches by promising to give you a reward if you win (which usually means sitting on his face for as ling as you want until your both spent)

Best!Friend Jey who loves when people mistake you for a couple. The matching gears, the physical affection between the two of you, people are shocked when you guys say your just best friends. But Jey always fights the urge to add “with benefits” just to get on their nerves. Cause he can have you and no one else can.

Best!Friend Jey who will have you anyway he can, and will wait for you, no matter how long it takes for you to realize he can see the hidden feelings you have for him too.

[madhatterbri]

Thanksgiving | M.J.

Summary: Being comforted during the holidays since its the first one without them here. Matt Jackson, please????? Do anything you want with it!

Requested by: Anonymous

Matt Jackson Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

Author's Note: The last sentence was brave of you. 😂🤣 Taken from my prompts list. As always, my requests are open. ❤️

Taglist: @magicalbuttertarts @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl

Matt watched the snow fall from his hotel room. He couldn't believe he would be missing Thanksgiving with his Y/N. Despite all the promises he made, the weather had other plans. No flights were taking off right now. No warm Thanksgiving in California. For now, he was grounded in dreary Chicago.

The next morning, Y/N woke up with a smile on her face. Thanksgiving. Her most favorite holiday. The food, the parade, the football games, there wasn't one possible thing that could go wrong today. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand. A message from Matt. He must be updating her on his arrival. When she opened the message and read its contents, she frowned. There wasn't going to be a Thanksgiving with Matt.

When she replied, he called her immediately. Her doting boyfriend apologized about one hundred times. This wasn't his fault, of course. None of this was his fault. Weather in the midwest was unpredictable around this time of year. Y/N knew the risks of dating a wrestler. It still didn't alleviate the sting of disappointment.

Matt started to list all the ways to make it up to her. She insisted that there was nothing to make up. All she wanted was to spend the day with him. An idea hatched in his mind. One that could still have them be close together even while they were hundred of miles apart.

Their phone call turned into a video call. They beamed when they saw the other's face. Their phones were set up to show themselves to the other. They flicked through the channels until they found the Thanksgiving Day Parade.

The next three hours were spent chatting about the floats and the people crazy enough to stand in such cold temperatures. Y/N always dreamed of seeing the parade in person. Matt promised to make it happen one day.

Once the parade was over, they decided to watch Christmas movies that were playing. The happy couple never dropped their phone call. Closer to dinner time, there was a knock on her door. Y/N told him not to hang up, and she'd be right back.

When she answered the door, a delivery man holding a bag of Wendy's stood before her.

"I didn't order anything. I think you have the wrong number," she informed him.

The delivery man read the name on the receipt. It was her name. Still confused, Y/N accepted the order and went back to her room. When she looked at the phone, Matt held a Wendy's bag in his hand. A cheeky smile on his handsome face.

"Wendy's?" She asked and laughed.

"Well, Chick Fil A isn't open, and Wendy's have chicken sandwiches. It may not be the bird we wanted to eat, but we can still eat it together,"

Y/N smiled and blinked back the tears. Her Matt was always so thoughtful.

"You never cease to amaze me, Matthew," she commented while rummaging through the bag. They ate their sandwiches together while talking about their future Thanksgivings together.

[fandomfucker]

Hi, do you have a list of wrestlers you'll write for or is anyone (besides JD) okay to ask for? Thanks!

Thank you for asking!

I'm still getting into smackdown and don't watch Nxt so this list is gonna be all over the place but its who all I feel comfortable enough to write about in a way I feel accurately portrays their character

*writing this list out I just realized how little I actually pay attention to the men🤡

This is in no particular order and I will edit as need be but a few rules before requesting!!

I do NOT do real names or involve real relationships, if you ask for a specific kink I'm not comfortable with (piss, cnc, ageplay, etc) I will just delete it. I will write age regression but nothing sexual!!! I can do gender neutral or female x readers but no men (sorry guys). I also will do polys or throuples but for right now its all x reader only.

Requests will take a while!! I have like 40 in my inbox rn from months ago that I just haven't gotten to yet (I didn't forget I swear😖) and my creative process takes time so please be patient!

Anyways y'all, have fun!🫶

The Judgment Day- Rhea Ripley, Damian Priest, Dominik Mysterio, Finn Balor

Drew McIntyre

Liv Morgan

Zelina Vega

Chelsea Green

Bayley

Bianca Belair

Shayna Baszler

Zoey Stark

Cody Rhodes

Becky Lynch

Seth Rollins

Jey Uso

Dakota Kai

Cathy Kelley

[theworldofotps]

You Look Like You Love Me

Pairing: Adam Page x Reader Word Count: 1,066 Description: While at a bar Adam is approached by a beautiful woman.

I keep hearing this song on tiktok and it just screamed Adam to me. I hope you enjoy, I tried to switch back and forth between both of them without it being confusing. _______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal ​ @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _____ The dim lights of the small-town bar that Adam decided to visit tonight were a nice contrast to the bright lights he worked under in AEW. He sipped the cold beer occasionally listening to the story his friend Kenny was telling from his days in Japan. A few of their coworkers had eventually found the small bar as well so the place was semi packed for a Wednesday night.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Huh? Sorry man no, my mind was wondering but I’m listening this time.”

“Nah forget it I can always tell you it later, why don’t we go stand over by the dancefloor? I think Matt is currently trying to refrain his brother from taking his pants off and dancing in his underwear.”

Adam chuckled in amusement as he sipped his beer reluctantly standing from his barstool and walking over to the dance floor. A mix of town folk and wrestlers were dancing to music from an old jukebox in the corner of the room.

“With the life we live sometimes I forget to just stop in the moment and enjoy the present.”

Kenny muttered leaning against the wall while his eyes scanned the place before landing back on Adam, a grin on his face.

“You know you really fit this bar setting with your outfit and them damn cowboy boots I think the only thing missing is a hat.”

Rolling his eyes Adam sipped his beer glancing down at his attire, his friend wasn’t wrong, but this was normally what he wore for work. Being the Hangman wasn’t just a gig for him it was a comfortable outfit if he was being honest.

“Thanks man I guess, now why would I hide this gorgeous head of hair?”

Smirking he looked around the room hearing a commotion from the center of the dance floor a laugh falling from the two men.

“And there goes Nick trying to do a square dance, this is why we don’t go out often with these guys because they’re wild.” Across the room Y/n stood up from her chair her legs a little unsteady from the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream. She hadn’t meant to drink more than one beer but after the tough week at work she didn’t think it would hurt anything. The girls she had come with to the bar were either chatting together at the table or on the dance floor.

Blinking a few times, she gave herself a moment for the room to stop spinning then walked across the bar. Her eyes had been on a cowboy all night long and with the liquid courage she finally felt brave enough to approach him. She had noticed that his eyes kept finding her more than once during the night.  Despite being drunk she felt a magnetic pull to speak with him. Pushing her way through the crown y/n hesitated for just a moment before tapping his shoulder.

“Hello, my name is y/n, and well I think you’re going to want to hear this.”

She said tugging him away from his friend as the song switched to an upbeat country tune, the man smiled at her which caused her stomach to swirl.

“Excuse me, you look like you love me you like you want me to want you to come on home.”

Y/n couldn’t look away from the beautiful blue eyes watching her every movement as she spoke. The man’s smile grew as he let out a chuckle rubbing his chin as she spoke again

“Baby I don’t blame you for looking me up and down across this room I’m drunk and I’m ready to leave. You look like you love me.”

“Well then ma’am why don’t I take you home, I can call an uber for us.”

Adam walked over to Kenny telling him he was heading back to the hotel for the night, making his way back to the woman he held out his arm.

“Lets go.”

Leading her through the crowd of people, Adam pulled his phone out texting one of the staff that AEW had hired to transport the wrestlers tonight so nobody would be drinking. Y/n inhaled the fresh air once outside which smell much nicer than the stale beer scent of the bar. When the car pulled up the two of them got in the backseat, y/n’s eyes closing as her head rested against the seat. She wasn’t sure why she felt so safe with this man, but she wasn’t going to question it right now.

Adam kept his arm around y/n glancing down at her every so often to be sure she was doing okay. When they pulled up outside the hotel he tipped the driver, carefully helping her from the back seat. The pair made their way inside to the elevator, Adam pressing the fourth-floor button. Listening as y/n laughed quietly to herself. Smiling, he walked with her to the room sliding his key card then just scooping her up. Taking her to the bed Adam laid her against the sheets after pulling the blankets back then removed her shoes.

“Could I have some water please?”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

Y/n waited as the man left the room, she could hear him in what she assumed was the kitchen opening drawers. When he returned with a bottle of water and two Tylenol pills in his hand.

“It’ll help you in the morning.”

He said helping her drink it then tucked her into bed pushing the hair out of her face he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Sweet dreams darling.”

Y/n didn’t remember falling asleep, didn’t remember him climbing into bed with her either, when she opened her eyes the next morning her head throbbed but slightly less. She felt movement beside her, groaning she pulled the blankets up.

“How you feeling this morning baby?”

“Kind of shit if I’m honest.”

“Hopefully not as bad as you would if I hadn’t given you the medicine, you tried to pick me up again?”

Opening her eyes y/n turned looking at her boyfriend who lay beside her with a grin on his face.

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm it was rather cute but I’ll tell you about that later try and get some more sleep.”

Adam pulled her close to him once more his hand rubbing soothing patterns on her back as she was lulled back to sleep.

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

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To Anyonymous: Thanks for sending in your request! I hope you enjoy what I came up with 🥰 Word count: 957 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIF credit: @cowboyshit Original Anonymous Request: can you please write an Christian Cage X Fem Reader Story where both are dating and she's also an Wrestler in AEW, but their relationship is secret due to their age gap, while reader is on the way from her locker room to the ring an production dude came pretty close to her and made some offensive comments because of her revealing gear which makes her uncomfortable and he witnesses it and he runs to her to guard her and make sure she's save and says something like "leave my girlfriend alone you perv" and when everyone is looking at them after he said that Reader confirms they are dating and she kisses Christian. Reader's best friend Anna Jay comes up and said "you could tell me he's an good catch, i'm happy for you" Disclaimers: Harassment. When Christian rushes to your aid, the both of you accidentally oust your relationship...

You had just gotten changed into your new ring gear when there was a knock on the locker room door.

“Come in,” you called out.

Christian poked his head into the room, making eye contact with you and smiling. “Are you alone?” he asked softly.

You nodded your head, and he closed the door behind him before making his way over to you. He grabbed your hand and spun you around slowly, admiring his girl and her new gear.

“You look incredible baby! I’m glad you went with your original design, it suits you,” he complimented sweetly. “I’m a lucky guy,” “You’re sure it’s not too much? It’s a lot more revealing than I thought it would be,” you asked sheepishly.

Your self-consciousness suddenly kicked in, but Christian put your mind at ease when he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you.

His lips were next to your ear as he whispered, “It’s perfect, Y/N. You’re perfect. All that matters is if you like it and are comfortable wearing it. Anyone else’s opinion is irrelevant,”

A smile covered your face as you nuzzled in closer to him, reveling in the way he was holding you in his strong arms. A knock at the door interrupted your sweet moment, bringing your attention to the clock on the wall.

“Shoot, I’ve gotta go baby. Thanks for stopping by, seeing you was just what I needed,” your words sincere and full of appreciation.

“Of course! I’ll be backstage watching on a monitor, cheering you on the entire time. Knock em’ dead baby,”

With a final kiss, you exited the locker room, Christian lingering there for a while longer to keep his presence unknown to anyone nearby. So far during the course of your relationship, the two of you had been successful at keeping it hush hush. Your age gap didn’t bother either of you, but you didn’t want the rest of the world judging it or sticking their noses where they don’t belong. It was yours and Christian’s little secret, making your relationship feel that much more intimate.

Your least favorite production team member was waiting for you on the other side of the door. Most of the time you were able to avoid them, but it looks like tonight luck wasn’t on your side.

“Why are you here? I didn’t see your name on the list earlier,” your words laced with annoyance.

“Not happy to see me princess? I sure am glad to see you! New ring gear tonight?” he replied, making your skin crawl.

After rolling your eyes, you ignored his questions started to walk away.

“Oh, don’t be like that! Although seeing you walk away in those skimpy little shorts of yours is making me forget all about your attitude,” You stopped in your tracks, whipping your head around in the creep’s direction, trying to fight off the intense anger you were feeling.

“Excuse me?!” you shouted. The eyebrows of a few people passing by you were raised, but they kept on walking. “You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you?” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes when he moved in closer to you, making sure to block you when you tried to move away.

“Hey, no need for this hostility sweetheart. I’m just admiring the goods. And boy do they look good! You should make all your gear this low cut and skimpy,”

Just as you were about to respond, the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching caught your attention! Christian came into view and shoved the production team member out of the way.

“Leave my girlfriend alone you pervert!” His protectiveness over you shined through as he turned to face you and asked if you were okay.

Christian rubbed your arms soothingly, only breaking eye contact with you for a moment to address the creep once more, “If I ever hear you talk to Y/N like that again, I’ll break your jaw so you won’t be able to!” Much to your dismay, a crowd of people had gathered due to all the commotion, their eyes large with confusion and intrigue. After the production member ran off, Christian embraced you tightly, holding your head against his toned chest. Your mind was still reeling from the events that just played out, but you were thinking 100% clearly when you pulled away from him and placed a hand on each one of his cheeks.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips before crashing yours against them. The kiss was filled with so many emotions that it left you breathless when it eventually ended.

Someone standing behind Christian cleared their throat, so he moved to the side so the both of you could see who it was. Your best friend Anna was revealed, her face unreadable as she stood with her arms crossed.

“Um, could you give us a minute, baby?” you asked Christian, feeling bashful all of a sudden. He kissed your forehead before taking a few steps down the hallway, still keeping his eyes on you. “You know, best friends usually tell each other things,” Anna said flatly.

You shifted on your feet, nervousness bubbling to the surface while you tried to think of something to say.

“You could’ve told me, Y/N. Christian is a good catch! I’m happy for you,”

Relief washed over you when she pulled you into a hug, all tension leaving your body.

“He really is, isn’t he?” you smiled. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, we were just enjoying it being our little secret for now. I guess that cat’s outta the bag now though,” With your arms intertwined, you and Anna walked over to Christian, and the three of made your way backstage for your match.

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School Fight

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Synopsis: Jonathan gets a call from his daughter's school informing him that she got into a fight.

A/N: Have a married!Stonathan with a daughter fic to brighten your day ✨

Jonathan isn't the kind of person who gets angry or irritated. Disappointed yes, but angry? Rarely. So when his 14-year-old daughter's school called and said she had gotten into a fight, Jonathan was extremely disappointed with her. He thought he had raised his daughter better than that, that he had taught her that violence is not the solution for things, but apparently, he was mistaken, and now he has to deal with the fact that he has a probable 14-year old troublemaker wrestler on his hands.

He crossed the school corridors at a brisk pace, the clatter of his shoes against the floor echoing through the empty halls as Jonathan drew closer and closer to the principal's office - with every step, his disappointment grew even greater and he was already starting to think about what kind of punishment he would give his daughter; a month without going out with friends? No allowance for two months? Maybe increase her list of household chores? So many options...

With a deep sigh, Jonathan put his hand on the doorknob, the cold metal sending a small shiver along his arm as he turned the knob, the hinge creaking as the door opened. The principal's secretary, a woman in her mid-40s with brunette hair and a pair of "teacher's glasses" - the ones every boring and obnoxious math teacher wears - looked him up and down and smiled. 'What a fake smile', Jonathan thought as he approached her.

"Hi," he said, his expression neutral but with a slight tone of disappointment and unhappiness, "I was told my daughter got into a fight."

The secretary's fake smile dissipated immediately and a more neutral, tense expression filled her face as she straightened her posture and adjusted her glasses. "Ah, yes. You're Elizabeth's father?"

Jonathan nodded slightly as he tapped his fingertips against his thigh - a habit he has when he's nervous, tapping either his fingers on his thigh or on the table or his foot on the floor. He suppressed a sigh of impatience as the secretary got up and knocked on the door of the principal's office and opened it a little.

"Sir? Elizabeth's father is here."

The woman nodded when the principal said something Jonathan couldn't hear, probably telling her to let him in. She turned to him and gestured for Jonathan to enter the office, "You can go in, sir. He's waiting for you."

Jonathan nodded in thanks and entered the principal's office.

The scene in front of him again made Jonathan suppress a sigh, but this time of irritation. The principal, a man in his late-50s, almost bald and with an expression of someone who had just sucked a lemon, was looking at Jonathan and his daughter, who was sitting opposite to him with her arms crossed and an expression that mixed anger, annoyance and a hint of regret; but all these emotions were replaced by apprehension when Elizabeth's eyes met her father's and she shifted in her chair as if trying to find a more comfortable position while Jonathan silently scolded her.

"Uh... Hi, Dad." She waved her hand slightly, trying to ease the tension - needless to say it didn't work.

"Hi," his voice was so cold that it almost started snowing inside the office. Jonathan sat down in the chair to the left of his daughter's and faced the principal. "What's going on? I was told that my daughter got into a fight."

Elizabeth didn't appear to have gotten into a fight - apart from her slightly messy hair, she was perfectly fine, with no bruises or scratches. The principal cleared his throat as his attention shifted from Elizabeth to Jonathan.

"Yes, that's correct. Elizabeth got into a fight in the middle of the cafeteria. According to other students, two boys approached Elizabeth and started talking to her, but she lost her temper and attacked them both."

"Both?!" Jonathan's eyes widened as he stared at his daughter, his disappointment slowly turning to irritation. Jonathan could never have imagined that his daughter could assault two students and come out of the fight intact. He took a long breath before addressing his daughter, "Liz, I thought I'd raised you better than this..."

"Dad, you don't understand! They were..."

"Don't interrupt me, Elizabeth." He called her 'Elizabeth'. Jonathan only calls his daughter by her full name when he's really disappointed at her. "Now, why don't you explain what happened?"

Elizabeth crossed her arms, a frown forming as she muttered.

"That's what I'm trying to do..."

Where is this rebellious and snippy attitude coming from?! Jonathan narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to control his emotions.

"Don't start with that attitude, young lady. You're in enough trouble as it is. Don't make it worse."

The principal cleared his throat, getting Jonathan's attention again.

"Regardless of the reasoning, our school has a strict policy against fighting and Elizabeth will be punished according to our rules. Now..."

"Sir, you can't go in there!"

"What'd you mean I can't? My daughter's in there!"

A commotion from the waiting room disturbed the principal. Jonathan and Elizabeth turned their heads around simultaneously as the door opened violently and a figure came tumbling in.

"I'm here! I'm here! What happened? Oh, my God, Lizzie!" Steve quickly knelt beside his daughter as he looked for injuries, checking her arms, legs, and face as the secretary positioned herself at the door, trying to make sense of the situation and hoping the principal wouldn't blame her for Steve's abrupt entrance. "I heard you got into a fight. Are you all right? Are you hurt? Who hit you? I swear when I find out who did it..."

Jonathan rolled his eyes at Steve's dramatic entrance. He's not in the mood to put up with his daughter and her new rebellious personality and his husband and his dramatic personality.

"Steve, stop it. Liz isn't hurt and nobody hit her. She hit someone..."

The principal cleared his throat, catching Steve's eye. "And who would you be...?"

"Huh? Oh..." Steve got up from the floor, ran a hand through his hair, and flashed his classic charming smile at the principal, "I'm Steve Harrington, Lizzie's father."

The man nodded as he murmured in understanding as he dismissed the secretary. "Oh, yes, of course. I forgot that Elizabeth has two... fathers."

Jonathan suppressed an 'ugh' of disgust when the principal said 'fathers'. He's lost count of how many times he's heard that simple word spoken in a tone of surprise, confusion, and a tinge of disdain or displeasure. Regardless, the principal knows he's in no position to criticize the life of a student's parents and would be in trouble if he's caught doing it, so he straightened his posture and adopted the classic "tough principal" stance as his gaze focused on Elizabeth.

"Well, back to the point; Elizabeth's punishment..."

"Now hold on a second, pal," Steve interrupted the principal as he stood next to his daughter, "first I want to know why my daughter hit a student..."

"Two students, Mr. Harrington..."

"Two?! Shit, Lizzie, you're as good a fighter as your dad, huh?"

Steve put his hands on his daughter's shoulders as he gestured towards Jonathan, who was pinching the bridge of his nose, now exasperated by the situation. First, his daughter gets into a fight with two students, then, she starts with a rebellious attitude, then, Steve makes a dramatic entrance, interrupts the principal, calls him 'pal', says 'shit' in the principal's presence and now he's praising Jonathan and their daughter's fighting skills?! At this point, Jonathan isn't sure who he's going to ground first, his husband or his daughter.

"Mr. Harrington, the reason for the fight doesn't matter. What matters is that your daughter injured two students and..."

"It doesn't matter to you, but it does to me!" Steve puts his hands on his waist as he frowns at the principal before turning to his daughter with a friendlier but still firm expression. "Lizzie, what happened? Tell me everything. Don't hide any details."

"This is ridiculous, Steve." Jonathan is not in the mood to listen to whatever excuse his daughter has to tell them. "She started a fight and will be punished for it."

"It wasn't me...!"

"Quiet, Elizabeth. Don't interrupt me."

"Regardless of the reason, Elizabeth violated our rules of conduct and will be punisehd accordingly..."

"Hey, wait a minute, pal. You're not going to do anything until she explains herself."

"Steve, stop it..."

"Jon, for God's sake..."

"Gentlemen, please..."

"THEY WERE MOCKING ME FOR HAVING TWO DADS!"

Elizabeth's words echoed around the room, leaving a haunting echo that made Steve and Jonathan's souls freeze - especially Jonathan's. He was so disappointed in his daughter and angry about the situation that he wasn't thinking straight. He should have known better. Of course his daughter wouldn't get into a fight for no reason. Of course he raised her better than that. And yet, Jonathan did nothing but admonish her and think of punishments. God, he feels like the worst father in the world right now.

"Liz," Jonathan breaks the silence first, turning to face his daughter and gently resting his hand on her shoulder, "tell us what happened. Please."

Elizabeth sighed as she tried to work up the courage to speak, feeling the scolding look from the principal and the gentle but firm glances from Jonathan and Steve.

"I was sitting at a table talking to my friends when two boys approached me and started talking. I already know them and I can tell you that they're two assholes..."

"Language, Liz." Jonathan gently chastises his daughter for her poor choice of words in front of the principal. Steve glares at Jonathan, silently telling him to let Elizabeth continue.

"Anyway, these two guys approached me and started asking weird questions, like 'Where did I come from if I don't have a mother' and 'Which one of you is the woman in the relationship'..."

Her words make Jonathan widen his eyes as Steve clenches his jaw so hard his teeth might break at any moment.

"I tried to ignore them, I swear I did, but when they called me a freak and said our family is a bunch of screw-ups, I... I lost my mind..."

She lowers her head slightly, afraid of what the reactions of the adults around her will be and a little remorseful, because if it weren't for her actions, no one would be here at this very moment. Despite this, Elizabeth's heart continues telling her that she did the right thing - she defended her family's honor. And yet, she's the one on the verge of being punished while those two jerks will go unpunished (at least Elizabeth gave them one hell of a beating).

Her parents, although still a little annoyed and irritated at the whole situation, looked at their daughter and then at each other for a couple of seconds, mentally conversing and reaching a consensus - their daughter did nothing wrong. Unfortunately, the principal disagreed with this decision.

"Well... That's... unfortunate, for sure, but it doesn't change the fact that Elizabeth physically assaulted two students and that can't go unpunished..."

"What?!"

"No way!"

Steve and Jonathan shout in sync, visibly irritated, Steve in particular, is ready to pounce at the man.

"Didn't you hear what she just said? Or have the hairs in your ear made you deaf?"

"How dare you say Liz did something wrong?!"

"Mr. Harrington and Mr. Byers, please. Miss Harrington-Byers' behavior is unacceptable and she will be punished with a month's suspension..."

"A MONTH?!"

"All right, that's enough!" Jonathan takes his wallet out of his pocket and starts searching for something, silently wondering where it is, until he makes an 'a-ha!' sound and removes a blue card. "Here it is! If you're not going to do the right thing, then we'll go after someone who will..."

Jonathan turns the card to the principal and shows him what it says. The man who until now had been posing as a tough guy and trying his best to intimidate Steve and Jonathan is now paler than a sheet of paper the moment he lays eyes on the card:

(A/N: Yes, I made a fake business card for Nancy because that's my level of devotion to my fics)

"You know, principal, one of the advantages of being a photojournalist is that you meet several interesting people out there, including my good friend, Nancy Wheeler. I bet you've heard of her, haven't you? I bet she'd love to know that you're complacent with this attitude from your students."

Jonathan takes out his phone and starts dialing the number slowly, saying the numbers out loud, one by one.

The principal is shaking as if he's been hit by an earthquake. If they call a journalist, his career will be ruined, in shambles!

"Wait, wait! Two weeks' detention for your daughter and one month's detention for the other two students. How's that?"

"The next number is a '3', Jon..."

"A week's detention for Elizabeth and a month's detention for the students and they'll go through sensitivity training!"

"3... 4... 5..."

"A day's detention for Elizabeth... Please don't do this!"

"How 'bout this..." Steve turns to the principal with a fake smile, "Lizzie won't be punished in any way and the two brats who said those things will get a week's suspension and then a month's detention and they'll go through sensitivity training. And if their parents start whining, tell them that Police Officer Harrington will be more than happy to explain the situation to them. Sounds good, pal?"

Jonathan keeps his finger millimeters away from the green button on his phone, waiting for the principal's reply. The man sighs and deflates.

"All right. Agreed."

"Great! I knew you were a reasonable man!" Steve comments happily as he rests his hands on his daughter's shoulders. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we'll get Lizzie home. She must be exhausted after all this unfortunate mess... And of course, she won't be marked absent from the remaining classes, will she?"

Despite the question mark at the end of the sentence, this was not a question, but rather a statement, and the principal knew it very well. He nodded and dismissed Elizabeth from the rest of the day's lessons. Steve and Jonathan shared a look of triumph and escorted their daughter out of the office.

Once they were sure they were a good enough distance away from the principal's office, the trio started laughing.

"I can't believe you pulled that trick, Jon. It was incredible!"

"Did you see his face? It was like he saw the devil himself!"

"I think the principal's going to have nightmares about us for a year."

"Definitely! By the way, Liz..." Jonathan caught the eye of his daughter. "Who were the two assholes who said those things?"

"Oh, it was Tommy Hagan Jr. and Chris Holloway."

"Hagan?"

Steve and Jonathan said the name in sync while making disgusted faces. That name brought back not-very-pleasant memories of high school.

"Of course, it had to be Hagan... Hey, Lizzie, did you know your dad gave Hagan's dad quite a beating back in our school days?" Steve pointed at Jonathan. "It was one hell of a beating, worthy of a belt and trophy, and it looks like you've inherited your dad's fighting skills, huh?"

"Steve..." Jonathan admonished. "Don't encourage her, please."

"Oh, come on, Jon. Hey, maybe she'll get a boyfriend after beating him up! That's how I fell in love with you - when you beat the shit out of me back in '83..."

"God, not this story again..." Elizabeth groaned as she watched Steve wiggle his eyebrows while looking at Jonathan with that "lovesick idiot" look - frankly, that's how Steve looks at his husband 90% of the day. "Can you two wait 'til later to start acting like that?"

"Oh, what's the matter, sweetheart?" Steve teased his daughter with a smile while ruffling her hair. "Your dads have only been madly in love since 1983. You'll understand when you have a boyfriend... Or girlfriend."

"Yeah, but only after 30, Liz. If you show up with a boy at home, we'll throw him out... And if you show up with a girl, your Aunt Robin will throw her out!"

"That's right, no dating for you, young lady. I don't want to chase any boys with my spiked bat."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her dads while trying to suppress a smile at their overprotectiveness. This wasn't the first time they'd had this conversation about boyfriends (or girlfriends) and it certainly won't be the last one either.

God... Wait until they find out she already has a boyfriend... It's going to be hell on earth.

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[snorkling-in-sodasea]

Thoughts about Sinsmas

Well, I was right. Stolas got more called out than ever but Blitz immediately swooped in to comfort him and take care of him, like he did throughout the entire episode. Even though literally the only thing Stolas ever thanks Blitzo for is saving his life. Not cooking him every bit of breakfast food they had so that Stolas could still eat something, not giving Stolas a job to ensure he still has money of his own, getting Stolas whatever he wants and even resorting to stealing it to make sure he gets it... Seriously, Stolas is repeatedly called the nice guy. Well, wouldn't nice guys not seem so judgmental about their host's graciousness and actually thank them for everything they've done? But no, Stolas only took note of saving his life so he highly likely thinks that it's the only thing that counts. Seriously, that damn bird is seeming more and more to me like my mother's side of the family. They say things like 'we're trying to take care of you' or 'call us any time' but then they turn around and do shit like badmouth my dad and obviously act like he doesn't count as my dad just because we're not related by blood (he's the actual dad of some of my brothers so that's why we still see each other, if this explanation is actually needed). Oh, geez, my grandmother especially hated that I called Dad 'dad' and she insisted - yelled, even if we semi-separated via sitting in a car - that my real dad is the same guy who tried telling me that caring about the brothers who aren't biologically his sons is solely Mom's job. (Okay, that's not his exact words, but that was the gist of what my birth father was saying).

But yeah, Stolas is reminding me more of my mom's side of the family because any 'love' I get from them is lip service. Anything good I get from them is material items that they bother giving me because they're obligated to or because they hope to butter me up for something they want from me. They've proven time and time again that they'll care more about themselves than they ever will me. Well, I still can't think of much that Stolas has done to show that he loves Octavia. Literally the list of things he's done is hug his daughter whenever she's distressed and I guess warn Striker to not go after Octavia after he implied a threat to her, even if that was the only time that Stolas thought about her during Western Energy. Also, at this point, I'm not liking how it's seeming that all the good times that Octavia has had with Stolas is just when she's a little little girl, like she's not even ten yet, by the looks of it. What about that guitar that Octavia plays in Sinsmas? Other than wanting to see Octavia play that instrument in the background earlier in the show, I can see on the back that it says 'Love Dad'. What, can't we see a time of Stolas gifting that to her, when she's bound to be older than ten? Couldn't we get any memories of good times when Octavia's over ten?

Speaking of Octavia, I thought of an episode of Invincible Fight Girl when Blitz said that Octavia will 'come around'. (God, I hate that saying ever since one of my uncles said it). But for anyone who doesn't watch the show or know about it, Invincible Fight Girl is about a girl who wants to be a wrestler. She lives in a whole world full of them, I guess like Mucha Lucha but unmasked. There's this famous retired wrestler, the girl wants the retired wrestler to be her mentor, and the would-be mentor sets up a goal to master a move called 'The Perfect Strike'. Well, the main characters go to a worn down town for any leads on accomplishing it and they meet a girl named Bertie.

Bertie wanted to take everything away from her parents so that they have nothing left to focus on but her, because apparently the parents got defeated in a match by the retired wrestler by the Perfect Strike. The parents were so devastated by the loss that they obsessed over it, thought they made a discovery to help master the move that defeated them, but divorced when they didn't see eye to eye. What's more, the divorced parents spent at least ten years having an ongoing war with each other over their differing opinions. Bertie has an ability to hulk out and she definitely did due to her anger over being neglected so heavily that she's practically abandoned.

The show has narration from time to time so there was this one line. 'Where understanding failed, hatred blossomed'. That line was aimed at Bertie failing to understand her parents focusing on wrestling far more than they did her. As in, it sounds like to me that Bertie's supposed to be understanding of being left alone all the time ever since she was a kid. Over wrestling and her parents having lost a match. Naturally, I thought of Bertie's overall situation when that line came up and I thought 'what is there to understand?'

So what's there for Octavia to understand? About Stolas frequently choosing Blitz over her, taking his time remembering she exists, and, as far as the show has actually shown me, mostly just expresses his love through saying that he loves her? Not to mention, it feels like Octavia 'has' to understand her father breaking his promise and leaving her behind like she was afraid of. Bertie and Octavia 'has' to accept having been hurt because their parents are more important

Well, screw that

(Also, I couldn't fit this in anywhere without breaking the flow, but I'm even getting tired of Stella now, definitely of Andrealphlus. Seriously, Andrea is just gay guy Stella at this point, especially since it's taken two whole seasons for Stella to ever directly talk to her own daughter on screen. Can Stella be obsessed with bathroom decorations or something? It'll be doing something that isn't laughing at Stolas's misery or being pissed off at Stolas's existence. Fuck, it'll be something outside of Stola's influence in the fucking first place. I still love Stella, definitely more than I ever will Stolas, but just have Stella do or be anything other than a Stolas hater, PLEASE!)

(Another thing I just remembered, I personally would have liked it if the client had green hair. I mean, there's already spikes on her hair like thorns and she has tree bark antlers and it is Christmas where she used to be when alive. So why not make her hair and shirt collar - which look like leaves - green? Then we would still look at her face thanks to her eyes being one of the few traces of bright red to her design and her green colors would help her stand out more from the red background)

[kyleoreillylover]

Welcome to my Account! I am a wrestling/true crime blog that has a special love for womens wrestling, Jey Uso, Dominik Mysterio, and many others:) I take requests for WWE and NXT wrestlers. I will not take requests that are homophobic, racist, islamaphobic, anti-semetic, sexist, etc. No hate is welcome here :) My master list is below!

Series

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

CHAPTER 1- THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER 2- THE TEST

CHAPTER 3- TIME

CHAPTER 4- JEALOUSY

CHAPTER 5- CRACKS

CHAPTER 6-LOYALTY

CHAPTER 7- PART 1- THE BATTLE BEFORE THE WAR

CHAPTER 7- PART 2- THE BATTLE BEFORE THE WAR

Jey Uso

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Attention (ft. Sami Zayn)

Show, Don't Tell 📸 (ft. Sami Zayn)

Protectors(w/Sami Zayn)

Monster (w/Roman Reigns)

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐖𝐞 𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 ♡

What's it like being the female member of the Bloodline?

Keep My Hands to Myself

Beat Them or Join Them

Sami Zayn

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Always Take Care of You (ft. Kevin Owens)

Attention (ft. Jey Uso)

Polaroids And Kisses📸

Anger Management (ft. Kevin Owens)

Show, Don't Tell 📸 (ft. Jey Uso)

Weakness

You look so Good Under Me

Protectors(w/Jey Uso)

Hotel Room(ft. Kevin Owens)

Dominik Mysterio

Proud of You

Addicted to You

Three's a Crowd (w/Carmelo Hayes)

Dominik Mysterio Headcanons

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 1

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 2

Instagram AU! Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Black!Reader

Snuggles

Rhea Ripley

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 1

The Bloodline!Reader x Dominik Mysterio x Rhea Ripley Part 2

Finn Balor

In Sickness and In Health

Roman Reigns

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Monster (w/Jey Uso)

Carmelo Hayes

Relationship Headcanons

Kiss and Make up

Three's a Crowd (w/ Dominik Mysterio)

Besties with Carmelo

Instagram AU! Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Tiffany Stratton

A Few More Minutes

What's it Like Dating the Center of the Universe?

Wake Up Call 🩷

Kevin Owens

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Always Take Care of You (ft. Sami Zayn)

Hotel Room (ft. Sami Zayn)

Anger Management (ft. Sami Zayn)

Jimmy Uso

Loyalty (ft. Jey Uso, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Kevin Owens, and Jimmy Uso)

Kyle O'Reilly

Comfort

Undisputed Era

Fem!Reader winning the Royal Rumble

Comfort in Losing

[rainbowxocs]

Name: Magda Thoroughgood

Nicknames:  Magpie, Mags

Age:  20

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Demisexual

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Disorders: CPTSD, ODD

Physical Disabilities: Damage to her right eye from the scar that goes across her forehead (almost always hidden by makeup)

Religion: Atheist

Job: Professional wrestler, part time streamer

Degree: Highschool diploma

 Lives in: Nakano, Tokyo (regularly travels)

 Languages: English, Japanese, Spanish, New Orleans French, some German (the swear words), Some Korean

 Height: 5’8

Eyes: Dark brown, almost black

Hair: black, extremely curly, with a white streak on her left side, often braided in protective styles

 Race: African American

 Accent: Either polite midwestern accent, or back alley Chicago street. Her Japanese pronunciation is incredibly good but she does badly on purpose sometimes for the Show

 Vehicle: She had a shitty stickshift pickup truck until she moved to Japan, now she relies on public transportation.

Weapons:  Barbed wire baseball bat, steel chair, wrestling gloves with thumbtacks poking through the knuckles

Alignment: Neutral Good

Text Color: Black

Main Animal: Crows

Main Hobbies: Feeding/befriending crows, parkour, cooking, streaming, collecting shiny things

Favorite Food: karē (Japanese curry)

Favorite Flower:

Scent: Spices from the kitchen and whatever cologne she’s wearing this month

Awareness: none

Birthday: January 6th

Theme: My Name is by Once Monsters

Playlist: WIP

Fun Facts: She ran away from home at 7 years old after watching an episode of Full House that made her realize she was being abused. She has incredibly sticky fingers when she’s dissociating or in distress, which has resulted in her owning a very expensive watch she stole from a man on the fbi most wanted list. She has befriended many flocks of crows across the US and one in Japan.  She spends what little spare time she has with her little sister, Ruth, and what little extra money she has goes straight to vetted charities.

Special Interests: Wrestling, Video games, classic literature, fantasy, charity, Entertaining, storytelling, birds (specifically Corvids), Streetart/tagging.

Stims: card tricks, twisting her silver rings, drumming on anything nearby, singing whatever is stuck in her head

 Stimboard: WIP

Moodboard: WIP

 Fashion Board: WIP

Comfort Objects: two silver rings, an incredibly expensive gold watch that she never wears, glass baubles and shiny trinkets she’s collected, the Ocarina and flute Mouse made her years ago, her Knife from *********

Family: Ruth, Mouse, Tom, Todd, Marcus, Laney.

Friends: Fox, Firebird, Carlos, Alex.

Enemies: Her Parents, Mrs. Briggs(Highschool English teacher),

 Pets: several flocks of crows recognize her, bring her gifts.

Brief Personality: Mags is at her best entertaining people. Whether it’s on a street corner with a guitar, in front of a computer playing games with friends, or setting up story-arcs for her pro-wrestling persona, she’s confident and knows how to work a crowd to her advantage. Call her an entertainer, or a con artist, it’s all the same to her. She is completely capable of holding herself as a professional adult and can snip and snide her way through a PTA with the best of them, despite her age. Given the choice, however, she’d prefer to drop into a back-alley accent- although it always seems to be from a different area, with a frankly outrageous mix of slang terms from every city she’s ever been to- and showing her rough background with pride. CW: Magpie had a really fucked up childhood. TW for Child abuse and child trafficking.

Brief Backstory: Born into a family that valued appearances over all else, ****** had a rough start. Her parents married more because they thought it would look nice than the fact that they loved, or even liked, each other. The abuse started young and continued until a teacher in her elementary school reported mysterious injuries to CPS, who conducted an investigation and found nothing wrong, then continued until she was seven. ******, upon watching an episode of Full House that touched on abuse and connecting that to the weird social services lady that Mom said to lie too, came to a realization that what was happening might not be normal. She ran away two weeks later, on the last day of school. She simply got off the bus at the wrong stop and started walking.

                ****** miraculously survived a few weeks on the street before Tom and a few of his buddies found her beneath a park bench. Their first approach was to ‘scare her straight’ and take her home, but they quickly realized that the little girl was clearly more afraid of her parents than them, and eventually got her to admit that she had been abused and CPS Would do nothing about it. Not knowing what else to do and refusing to leave a seven year old alone on the streets, they took her in. They also eventually picked up on the fact that she flinched every time they called her name and started trying out nicknames, eventually settling on Magpie. After a few months, Tom clocked onto the fact that he wasn’t in the best crowd, as someone had given Mags a hit of something and taught her how to pick pockets. He figured that was probably bad. He jumped ship and took Mags with him to work with Mouse and Todd.                 By the time Magpie was ten, Laney had also joined the group, and the two had become best friends. Laney had the whole horror thing going on, and Mags had learned that if she gave Crows scraps they’d follow her and give her things. Everything culminated in the two of them “haunting” an abandoned house for a month straight and Magpie ‘accidentally’ teaching a murder of crows to divebomb people when she whistled. Luckily for them, the only responsible figures around at the time was a 13-year-old Mouse and 14-year-old Todd, who both thought that was hilarious. The two of them also developed a surprisingly good street magic routine, raising money for “Unhoused Youth in the Local Area” and spewing off statistics if asked- they just never elaborated that the unhoused youth in question was them the whole time.  The two learned how to escape handcuffs and zipties as part of the act, which came in handy a little while later.

Mags was 15 when she learned about her little sister, a two year old named Ruth, living in the same abusive home she had grown up in. She let herself get caught and returned to her parents custody, where she was beaten, starved, and abused. Mags kept herself between her parents and her sister, taking over the childcare as much as she could and doing everything she could to make sure her parents were never left alone with Ruth.  Her parents spread rumors about her through the PTA; they had high standing in a lot of local communities and used that to discredit their daughter as a lost cause who constantly started fights and lied habitually. They did everything they could to be the victims of the story, doing their best for a child who had “gone through so much” and “was really good, deep down” as they undermined her whole life. They put her in wrestling school as an excuse for the bruises. The school graded her lower than the other kids and she got detention nearly every day, no matter what she did.  She managed to make friends with the smarter/nerdier kids by protecting them from bullies.

 Magpie had planned to sue for custody of Ruth when she turned 18, but life threw a wrench in the works. Her parents beat her and slammed her face into the kitchen counter, nearly killing her. A neighbor called the police, thinking it was a robbery, and they were caught red handed. Mags spent 16 days in a coma before waking up and exposing her parents abuse- she’d taken some advice and documented everything that had happened in the past three years. She managed to get a small apartment with the money she got suing for mental and physical damages, and custody of her sister. She worked part time at a barber shop for a while and started doing basic jobs in the pro wrestling community.

Now, Mags’ wrestling career is picking up and she’s moved to Japan with her sister to pursue it. She keeps in touch with the other streetrats by playing online games with them and doing watch parties of all the shows they missed in their childhoods. They started streaming so they could play together and connect with other friends all around, but that started picking up and now they’re making some good income from Twitch as well.

[mr-wrestlemania]

Might as well do an intro, hi im Keryth and I succumbed to my fixation on wrestlers. Might write some shit here soon on certain wrestlers bc I'm cringe but free.

Rly new here to this side of tumblr, so stick around if thats your thing. Otherwise you'll see me in the tags occasionally like a roach

My main is @cynical-bonehead

Fic List under the break

Fic List:

Shawn Centered Fics

Monster AU

Features Shawn as the main character while he traverses the messy realm of wrestling with literal monsters

Vampire Shawn X Reader

Shawn from the monster au is hungry and the reader is looking like a complete snack that he wants a taste of.

A hurt comfort fic that has Shawn confess a bit of things to Bret after an awkward encounter.

Hartbreak Hotel (Shawn X Bret)

Hold You For A Bit Longer (Shawn X Triple H)

Hunter tears his quads and Shawn goes to pick him up from the hospital. A very fluffy drable

Team Hell No

Stubborn Comfort (Daniel Bryan x Kane)

A comfort fic for Kane on May 19th and his stubborn partner who refuses to let him grieve by himself.