#dom!becky

[eepyslut]

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“I let the photo slide, I even let you putting your ass in Nia's face slide, but you won't disrespect me on live TV just because you are a needy slut and get away with it” she tightened her grip on Rhea's hair forcing her to make eye contact through the mirror.

“I'm sorry daddy” rhea gave her the big round eyes and the guilty little tone she used when she felt anything but sorry.

“You're not” she untangled her fingers from rhea's dark locks and occupied herself with her belt instead, taking her time to unbuckle and slide it off “But you will be. Hands behind your back” her tone left no room for disobedience and Rhea quickly followed her command, knowing she was already in deep shit.

She quickly put the belt around her wrists, making sure the brat was only supported by her chest against the bathroom countertop.

“I bet you're so fucking wet already” she slapped Rhea's ass, an almost silent gasp leaving her lips “such a little slut, making a show out there all for what? To get a little rough treatment from daddy?” Unlike the belt, the jeans were undone hastily with Becky pulling them down just above her knees.

“Look at this” she ran her fingers down Rhea's clothed core, “pathetic slut, you ruined your underwear and I haven't even started” a disappointed sigh left her lips before she continued to taunt the girl "My little fuck doll, you miss daddy's dick? Is that why my princess is misbehaving? Your pretty cunt feels neglected without my strap? You're jealous I was busy with livvy and I didn't have time to bounce you on my cock until you're dumb?"

Every question was punctuated by the touch of Becky's fingers over her clit, the damp fabric rubbing her sensitive bud the right way, reducing her to a moaning mess. “Daddy” she whined pushing herself against Becky's hand trying to get more friction.

“What is it, pretty girl?” She toyed with the edge of Rhea's panties, running her fingers along the seams of the small piece of fabric.

“Please, I need you” she lifted her head looking for Becky's eyes in the mirror, when she found them she saw a wicked glint on them, knowing she was going to pay for her earlier stunt.

“You can do way better than that princess, tell me what you want” she hooked her fingers on the ruined fabric and gave it a hard tug “you wear some flimsy underwear for someone that knows I like trophies” and before Rhea could respond the lace gave in leaving her exposed, “that's better” she caressed Rhea's ass “now use your words”

She could feel her cunt dripping. There was something so humiliating about Becky restraining her with her own clothes. If she decided to leave she would have to scream until someone found her with her pants half down her arms bound and a wet fucking mess.

“I need you, please…” she rubbed her thighs trying to get any friction “you were busy the whole week, and I'm so fucking needy” she paused to gather her thoughts. “It's not the same when I fuck myself, it doesn't feel as good as when you do it and I can't wait anymore I miss you and i really really need you to fuck me until I can't spe-” a moan cut through her speech when she felt Becky's fingers knuckles deep in her.

“You're so cute when you get needy and desperate for me” she pumped her fingers with no rush, not looking to make her cum just stretching her for the strap.

“More” she moaned, backing her hips trying to fasten Becky's pace. Digging nails on her hip soon stopped her movements, and right after, a hard wet slap came down on her ass making her gasp at the stinging sensation.

“Greedy girl” Becky stepped back “Eyes closed don't look up, head down unless I tell you different”

“Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy” she waited, struggling to keep herself still as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“Good girl” she praised while silently adjusting the strap to her hips. She knew it drove rhea insane when she didn't give in, when she didn't give her the rough fuck her heart needed. The teasing, the slow pace, the wait gave her time to grow desperate, and with desperation came obedience.

“Daddy…” her tone was hesitant something in between a plea and a whine, a week of frustration was coming down on her, no touch was worse than slow touch “please, I won't do it again”

“You want me to touch you, angel?” She leaned over Rhea's body, one hand lightly tracing over her bound arms while the other guided her strap along Rhea's folds.

“Yes please” the feather-like touches raised goosebumps all over her skin, making her buzz with anticipation, but the last nail on her resolve was the head of the strap bumping her clit repeatedly. Her brain was on overboard, she couldn't see, she couldn't move, all she could do was feel. “Becky please” she whimpered, a few frustrated tears ran down her face “I can't take it anymore, I need you to fuck me, please I'm sorry I'm not lying I'm really sorry, please I need you”

There she was, Becky smiled. “Now that's a sincere apology. Such a polite well-behaved girl” she caressed rhea's hair moving it so she could see her face “don't cry angel, not yet, I'm going to give you just what you want”.

She slowly entered rhea's dripping hole, watching her mouth fall open as every inch stretched her out, “good girl. You're taking it so well” once she bottomed out she stayed still for a few moments “you can look up now doll, I want you to see how pretty you look on my cock”.

Rhea lifted her head, her face tear stained and Becky standing behind her caressing her hips, the view alone made her moan, her walls clenching around the strap, she could imagine how she looked split open on her favorite toy. “Fuck me please” she was far away from pride and refusing to beg, she would probably sob if Becky didn't start moving in the next minute.

“Since you asked so nicely” she grabbed rhea's bound wrists for leverage and started a fast and hard rhythm, it was a mix in between her hips driving in and her bouncing rhea down onto the strap. The force of her trust filling the space with the sound of their skin clapping and on top of it, the sound of rhea's loud little mouth.

“Yes yes yes yes, feels so good, thank you daddy” her eyes closed in pleasure as she got aggressively dragged onto the strap over and over again.

“That's a good girl, so polite” she chuckled, “look at you taking me so deep”. She was entranced, loud moans filled the room playing in her head like her favorite song. One hand on rhea’s lower stomach feeling the bulge of her strap, her round ass bouncing against her hips at every trust, and if she listened closely she could hear the wet sound of rhea's perfect pussy splitting on her cock over and over again.

“Fu-fuck soo good” her mouth open and panting, Becky was hitting her in places that made her see stars, and she was pounding her so hard it was fucking the air out of her lungs “cl-close”

“Already?” She laughed, “gonna cum baby? All over daddy's cock?” She mocked, making rhea whine in response “don't worry little doll I won't make you wait, now suck” she put two fingers in rhea's mouth gagging her on them “good slut, split on my cock gagging on my fingers” she pushed her fingers deeper into rhea's mouth making her droll uncontrollably before letting her breath properly “so pretty all fucked out for me” she reached in between rhea's legs to play with her clit.

“Daddy I can't gonna…” her legs trembled, her mind was slipping, she could barely think all there was in her brain was the feeling of Becky strap and Becky's fingers, her hips bruising her ass “can I-”

“Yes, yes you can, cum for daddy baby” and that was all it took, she came with a loud moan, jaw slacking as she gushed around her favorite cock “that's my good girl, so pretty, doing so good for me” she kept pounding rhea's cunt, her pace never faltering making rhea whine in overstimulation as the ride of the first orgasm quickly became the start of the second “again baby I know you can give me another” her grip changed from rhea's hands to her hips holding her upright as her legs shook

“I-i ca-cant too much” her legs felt like jelly “da-ddy I can't” she whimpered “can't take it” tears started to fall from her eyes “icanticanticant”

“Yes you can, you're crying, but your little pussy is sucking me in princess, you're my good girl, of course you can and will take it”

“No, I can't” she sobbed in between moans, her brain too overwhelmed to really understand what she wanted “too much” she babbled, too cock drunk to think.

“Just a little longer doll, daddy will make you feel so good” she took a moment to undo the belt around rhea's wrist letting it fall to the floor as her hands went to hold onto the counter “that's better isn't it angel” not like rhea was in any form able to respond, her vocabulary was reduced to a series of whines and I cants at this point, but giving her a bit more of freedom always soothed her when she felt overwhelmed.

If her nails could dig into marble they would, she scratched the countertop as he body went taut once again “I'm- i- daddy- i” was all she could babble too fucked out to form a coherent sentence.

“I know baby I know, we are almost done” she kept Rhea on edge until her pace faltered due to how impossibly tight she was clenching on the strap “come for me princess”

And she did, her mouth parted in a silent scream as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, wave after wave of pleasure rolling down her spine and her thighs as her moans filled the bathroom. It was so good, every slow trust Becky gave her prolonged her ride to heaven until her legs completely gave out. She would have collapsed onto the floor if it wasn't for Becky's hands on her hips, instead she went limp half on the counter, half on her daddy's arms.

“Good girl, you're my best girl, you did so good for me, took it so well angel” she praised.

She stayed still for a few moments, giving her sub time to calm down, tracing soothing circles on her skin until she was able to slowly pull out. She turned Rhea around and held her until she was ready to hold herself up.

Once she came back to earth, she sat her on the counter to inspect her. She massaged her wrists and took her pants fully off. When was done and sure her girl was okay she wiped the trail of tears in Rhea's face and then let her curl into her neck.

“There we go” she carried Rhea to their room and laid down on the bed, letting the girl curl in her lap. She stayed silent, the weight of rhea's body acting like a blanket as she caressed her damp hair “are you okay my love?” a small nod against her neck settled her nerves about taking her girlfriend beyond her limits “I love you my pretty girl”.

“Love you too” rhea whispered, nuzzling further into her neck.

[lesboriptide]

Maybe you could do something along the lines of power play w/ Becky nd Rhea? They have that type of dynamic! 🤍‎・₊✧

Hmm. That’s certainly an intriguing concept 🤔

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Becky is a bit of a control freak, but Rhea absolutely loves it. She tells her what lingerie to wear underneath her clothes, what to pack for the upcoming Raw show, and most importantly, what to wear for these shows. It doesn’t matter whether or not Rhea is fighting that night — Becky gets final say on her outfit, no ifs ands or buts.

This dynamic of theirs is why it wasn’t surprising that Rhea found herself wearing sheer pants on national television. Sure, she was only being filmed from the chest up tonight, but it still felt scandalous wearing the pants. It isn’t out of the realm for the Eradicator on television, as Rhea’s certainly worn her fair share of suggestive outfits both before and after she turned heel. But now that Becky is in charge of picking out her outfits, those fits have felt like child’s play compared to now.

She remembers the older woman’s hands running against her ass after trying the pants on. “So fucking gorgeous,” Becky mumbled, “can’t believe a pretty lady like you is my bitch. You better make sure your plug isn’t noticeable in your your panties, though. Can’t have you embarrassing me, right?”

Oh, Rhea could drop to her knees right then and there, but she had to get to her interview with Nia soon. She couldn’t show up wrecked by the type of sex her and Becky have on the regular — how would that possibly reflect upon her, her title reign, and most importantly, her dominant?

“No,” replied Rhea, “I won’t embarrass Daddy tonight.”

That caused the stern dom look on Becky’s face to soften. “I know you wouldn’t, princess,” Becky continued, “now go out there and tear her apart.”

[damiansgoodgirll]

 hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing 

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

[rheasbrvtality]

NAH THIS PUNCH WAS PERSONAL

[salemshotspot]

SECRET

CM Punk x Little!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

DESC: After a stressful day y/n reveals to Phil that they're a little

Gender Neutral Reader [They/Them]

WARNINGS: SFW Age Regression//Not Proof Read//Implied Anxiety//Overstimulation//Alcohol Mentions//Mentions Of Drunk People//Mentions Of Stress//Crying//Characters Probably Acting Out Of Character//Generic Pet Names

A/N >> This is my first time writing for a little reader so apologies if it's not great, I've been thinking about writing for other wrestlers with a little reader [as well as more Punk!] So hopefully this isn't that awful no one wants to read any other stuff from me lmao

TAGS: @seasonal-depression-of-punk

Enjoy!

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The entirety of the wrestling roster were more than familiar with and accepting of age regression due to how open The Judgement Day were about Dominick's age regression; however this didn't stop y/n from keeping their regression a secret from everybody. They had gone as far as trying to avoid The Judgement Day while they were caring for a small Dominick as y/n found themself slipping into a regressed state whenever they were around other regressed people and their caregivers. This is why when y/n felt themself slowly slip into a regressed state they wanted nothing more than to go home for the evening so they could do so without any fear of being seen.

After a successful episode of Monday Night Raw a handful of wrestlers decided to go out for a drink to celebrate, y/n couldn't think of a worse situation for themself right now; they were exhausted, they were anxious and going to loud, packed bar wasn't going to help them at all.

'Hey y/n a few of us are going out to celebrate, do you want to come with us?' Phil's voice echoing through y/n's dressing room, pulling them from their thoughts. Y/n forced a smile to paint their features, Phil always made sure to involve y/n in everyone's plans as he knew they tended to go unnoticed due to their quiet, self-reserved nature. 'I think I'll give this one a miss Phil, I'm not really feeling up to it' y/n softly replied to which Phil jokingly rolled his eyes; 'come on y/n' he began, 'It'll help to take your mind off of things and plus, it won't be the same without you' he softly pleaded. Despite the anxiety slowly filling y/n as well as the difficulty to not fall into a regressed state slowly becoming greater y/n couldn't bring themself to disappoint Phil so, after letting out a subtle sigh, y/n replied; 'alright Phil, I'll come out, just for a while though ok?' Phil's eyes practically lit up, completely unable to hide his excitement; 'awesome!' he exclaimed, 'we'll see you there.'

Once y/n arrived at the bar their eyes tiredly scanned the building until their eyes landed on Phil, Drew, Becky and Seth who simultaneously waved to y/n, signalling for them to come over to the area of bar which they were sat at; 'Y/N!' Drew shouted, his voice laced with intoxication 'you made it', wrapped in Seth's arms, Becky reiterated what Drew was trying to relay; 'we're really glad you're here y/n.' Before y/n could reply, Phil playfully patted the empty seat next to him signalling for them to take a seat next to him, to which they agreed, instantly feeling at ease from Phil's presence alone.

Around half an hour had passed and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for y/n to stay focused on their surroundings despite the grounding feeling they got from Phil's presence; they couldn't take it anymore, it was so loud, every decibel of sound infiltrating y/n's body, attacking their senses. As their head began to pound, y/n silently and abruptly shot up from their seat and rushed outside to their car, haphazardly pulling the door open, crawling onto the back seat and locking the door. Y/n wanted nothing more than to go home, they wanted nothing more than to have all of their comfort items so they could comfortably regress but instead they were stuck in the back of their car, completely overwhelmed. As their stress and desire to go home grew y/n found themself unable to stop themself from finally slipping into little space, inadvertently meaning that they were officially stuck in their car as operating a car whilst not only overwhelmed but also in a regressed state was definitely not a good idea.

Y/n did the only thing they could in their situation; they curled up on the backseat of their car and allowed tears to cloud their vision. Suddenly y/n was pulled back into reality by a gentle yet prominent knock on the car window, as their eyes shot up they met with the concerned and unwavering eyes of Phil who motioned for y/n to roll the car window down so he could speak to them. Y/n was reluctant to roll the window down, secretly hoping if they didn’t do so then it’d mean Phil never caught them in the state they were in, however they couldn’t bring themself to ignore Phil, he had a look of concern in his eyes which was impossible to ignore. Once the window was rolled down Phil leaned into the car so that he could speak to y/n without raising his voice, sure that speaking loudly right now would distress y/n. Softly he requested; ‘can I come in sweetheart?’ Sweetheart? Phil had never uttered such a name to y/n, surely he was just trying to provide comfort and right now comfort was all a little y/n needed right now.

With a subtle nod y/n unlocked the car door allowing Phil to climb in, once he was seated, y/n couldn’t contain themself, they instinctively crawled over to Phil, laying their head on his lap. As y/n lay down Phil took his calloused hand and began gently running it through y/n’s hair before softly speaking; ‘can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset sweetheart?’ Mumbling into his lap, hiccuping from the tears still pouring from their eyes y/n replied; ‘want home.’ Phil lightly chucked, ‘well there’s a very simple solution, you can go home, there’s no need to cry is there?’ He said in a tone which he intended to be playful but came across as mean-spirited, causing y/n to cry further. Realising his tone, Phil spoke once more; ‘shh y/n I’m sorry, why aren’t you going home hmm? Is everything ok?’

Y/n froze for a moment, slowly realising that the secret they were so desperate to keep from everyone was moments from coming out. Phil, growing anxious himself from y/n’s change in demeanour, gently rubbed circles into y/n’s shoulder with his thumb, silently encouraging y/n to speak. Further burying their face into Phil’s lap in order to muffle their words, y/n muttered out ‘I'm like Dom’ secretly hoping that Phil wouldn't hear them. 'I can't hear you sweetheart' Phil spoke out to which y/n repeated themself at the same register. Warmly smiling down at the person on his lap, unable to find their shy nature anything short of amusing, Phil took his large hands and placed them on y/n's shoulders, pulling them into an upright position. 'I can't understand you when you're hiding that face of yours y/n' he lightly chuckled, 'can you repeat yourself one more time?' After a moment of thought filled silence y/n let out an anxious sigh and repeated themself for a final time; 'I'm like Dom' they said lowering their head.

Phil admittedly wasn't the smartest man but once y/n uttered those words he instantly understood what was going on; 'and do you have somebody to look after you like Dom does?' Phil asked anxiously, the thought of y/n not having a caregiver to keep an eye on them while regressed worried Phil more than he'd ever like to admit. Y/n quickly shook their head, they had been without a caregiver for as long as they can remember, pulling them into a sympathetic embrace Phil planted a soft kiss on the top of their head before suggesting something tempting to y/n. 'How about we get you home hmm? What kind of a guy would I be if I didn't make sure you were all looked after?' Y/n giggled softly and nodded at the prospect of having a caregiver, and Phil of all people? They couldn't help but feel excitement well in their chest.

With that, Phil climbed into the front of the car, sure to keep a hand spare to drape around to the back of the car for y/n to hold onto for comfort. Once they had arrived home y/n retrieved all of their comfort items before joining Phil on the sofa. Tomorrow they would discuss Phil becoming a more permanent member of y/n's life, possibly becoming their caregiver but right now all y/n needed was to feel safe so they could finally sleep and out the stress of the day behind them.

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A/N >> I'm sorry this isn't great but if anyone wants to give my writing a second chance drop requests in my inbox lmao and lmk if you'd like to be tagged in any future fics

[mexxs-blog]

*on a phone call*

becky: “behave, ripley. you’re on speaker.”

rhea: “what are you gonna do, spank me?”

becky: “absolutely.”

[anime-writing-everything]

Seth Rollins: *mocking Dom* and maybe you should go before Mami spanks your ass

Dominick:*rolling his eyes* tough words for a man who definitely gets pegged

[maineventpapiuso]

Dom was like "Damn she really just rocked my shiiid"

[tudoacabaemtorrada]

I love the judgment day, don't get me wrong

But i really hope rhea finds others in her own category to align to

She ends up not really interacting with jds story lines and only dom interacts with her

They were hinting at adding someone to the team and i love Andrade, he's really really good, but i hoped so hard itd be a woman...

[domripley]

BE THAT WAY THEN!!!!!! Rhea goes back to Becky’s dressing room backstage to find her still in the same outfit, but with a distinct bulge in her pants. Becky’s standing so cockily like she’s showing it off before pulling down her zipper and letting the strap pop out

-👩‍💻

hfasldkfjhfdd Rhea licks her lips, trying her best not to look down, but the growing smirk on Becky's face tells Rhea that she's been caught. Becky would sit down on and grab the base of the toy and say, "Come on, Puppy, you can suck it."

[queenielacy]

Becky hit Dom and Rhea went feral

[damiansgoodgirll]

hi people! i’m back with a new account! i was @applejuicefruit but i won’t be longer using that one and i’ll be using this brand new instead!

this is a safe place for everyone!

rules are easy to follow :

i mostly write fluff and angst but i don’t mind writing smut either, it just depends based on the request + check my masterlist to see for who i’m writing for, i don’t accept requests if it’s for other people

be specific when requesting so i can make a more detailed one shot + i don’t do requests inspired by songs because i do suck writing those lol

don’t send me the same request you’ve sent to other blogs

please, don’t copy my stories without consent, ask first!

if i don’t like or feel comfortable with a request i won’t simply write it

don’t send me the same requests 3/4 times please, i promise you i’ve seen them :)

requests are currently OPEN

masterlist

[rheasbrvtality]

LIV VS BECKY REMATCH IN A STEEL CAGE TONIGHT????

[domysterio]

Rhea out here lying her ass off now I see how it is 😔 we're all just lying now

[mexxs-blog]

becky making rhea wear this outfit because she looks exactly like a doll in it

[biancabelairs]

wwe throwing heyman, asuka, cody and JOHN CENA at the nxt show going head to head with dynamite next week is so fucking funny. half expecting to wake up tonorrow and see they announced cm punk is also coming back on that show