#dominik mysterio fanfic

[starlightsreigns]

slow down | the judgment day

summary ⇢ maia looks innocent, that's her trademark, but a certain group of misfits knows an act when they see one. it's time to test their theory, and they've met their match - she's their hardest opponent yet and she's here to win. warnings ⇢ 18+ nsfw! unprotected sex, public (sorta) sex, cursing, drinking. smut x1000, minors please don't interact!! word count ⇢ 3.4k

author's note ⇢ pls this is truly material to call me a sl*t, but here we are with NO shame. one of the only work that I have that's more than two people, so... yeah. part two, maybe???

darling, slow down

Maia’s hips sway to the beat of the loud music blaring in the club. Her hands are in the air, completely in a different headspace, thanks to the immeasurable amount of liquor she’s consumed in the past hour and a half. Her friends surround her, almost as a shield, in their own worlds. Her eyes slowly close, feeling free, not even realizing the eyes that we’re watching her, interested, thirsty, and ready to pounce.

Damian sits at the back of the room, perfectly centered to where Maia is dancing. He crosses his arms, so transfixed on her that he doesn’t even hear what his stablemates are talking about. 

“Uh-oh, look who found Maia.” Dominic slaps his hand on Damian’s shoulder, peering over to watch Maia. “Damn, man, I get it, she’s..” He trails off, almost lost in her movements. 

As the song changes, Maia opens her eyes, perfectly falling on Damian through the crowd. She smiles realizing his gaze on her. For a second, she contemplates her next move, but the fire from his gaze lights something deep inside her and she goes with the action she’d never do on a sober mind because she was way too chicken to ever do it. Her long legs are bare, her skirt is short and her stride is long and sultry as she approaches where The Judgement Day members all sit. She glances at them all, taking a moment to lick her lip. 

“Anyone wanna dance?” She leans over to ask, her breast slightly on display and the guys can’t help but take a look. 

Rhea sits back, taking in the slightly younger woman and how everything she wears hugs her body in the right way. Her eyes settle a moment on the black bralette she’s wearing and the way it doesn’t hide her hard nipples, even in the dark. Dominik focuses on her perfectly red lips and the way the lipstick hasn’t moved all night and the way he wants to smudge it. He shifts in his seat, trying to push the thought away before it manifests in a way he couldn’t hide it. Finn, on the other opposite side of Damian whose sitting in the middle, has his eyes on the length of her skirt and the way that he could drag her into the bathroom and fuck her over the sink without messing up her outfit. Then there was Damian, who is stuck on the thought that Maia wasn’t as innocent as she portrays on screen or backstage — he could see it in the way her eyes light up.

As the next song picks up, Damian stands, “I’ll take a dance with you.” He glances back at his stablemates, sending them a knowing nod. “She’ll be right back.”  

Their plan was in action, and little did they know, Maia was on a mission of her own tonight. 

Slow down. 

Maia clasps Damian’s hand as she leads him to the dance floor. A nice funky, R&B beat fills the tight space. With her back pressing onto him they move slowly and sensually. She is pleasantly surprised at the way Damian falls into step with her. The lyrics felt directed to them and she can’t help but turn to look at the older man. 

Baby, I’ve been fantasizing, just looking in your eye.

Their eyes lock on each other. Someone stumbles past and pushes them further together. Maia rest her hand on Damian’s hard chest, her motions still on the beat. Damian snakes his hand around her back, following. 

You know I’m looking for more, and you’re what I’ve been praying for.

Maia turns again, pressing her ass against Damian’s crotch, whining down, bending at the waist to slowly grind against him. His hands move towards her hips, dangerously close to her ass, and squeezing. 

I’m not one to play around like this, it’s so real, and I love how it feels, love it when we slowly sway.

She comes back up to rest against his chest, laying her head back to look up at him. They sway with the music, Damian's arms now around her stomach, staring back at her. 

I love the way we move, the way we move. 

Maia smiles to herself, feeling his light touch – Damian’s hands start at her shoulders, lightly tumbling down her exposed sides. His warm hand on her lower back makes her hum as she glances back at him. His head ducks down to press a warm kiss on her neck. She sets a hand against his thigh, wanting him to get closer to her. His scent was intoxicating and that’s all she wanted. 

We can have every night, yeah, we can have every day. Ooh, I want you too. I need you.

They stay like that for a while. Maia lets her eyes shut, letting the music take control. She doesn’t even realize the effect that she’s having on the Puerto Rican man behind her or his friends seated not too far away from them, completely checked in to what’s going on. 

And when the song transitions to another, Damian goes to move back, but she holds him in place, turning to look up at him. Nothing is said as he lets his hand slightly fall a little lower, resting on her ass. They don’t move, feeling everyone else around them. Her hand rests on his tattooed arm, slightly grazing her fingernails down making him unknowingly shudder. 

Dominik comes up from behind Damian, resting his hand on her hip. Her bright eyes met his with a smile. He pulls her into him and her thoughts shift. His hand lays flat on her stomach with her back to him, once again dancing. 

“You’re too sexy.” He mutters in her ear and she presses her thighs together in search of some relief from the pressure. “Don’t push it away.” Dominik kisses her neck. 

She throws her head back gently into his neck with her eyes closed. Dominik bites his lip, focused on that red lipstick again, desperately wanting to kiss and taste her. Maia puckers her lips, leaning up slowly as he leans down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and deliberate. Dominik spins her around so they’re chest to chest, reconnecting their lips. She caresses his arm, lost in a trance for a while. 

“Come home with us.” Dominic breathlessly whispers in her ear, letting his hand travel down to the hem of her short skirt. 

Maia turned slowly taking him in, “And what will I win if I do.” Her lips moved perfectly and that’s all Dominik could focus on. “Lost for words?” She teases. 

“We’ll make it worth your time, mami, I promise.” 

He glances back, locking eyes with who could only be described as The Demon. Finn takes his time coming to meet the pair. Dominik gives his place. Maia’s eyes are low in the smoky room and it could drive the Irishmen crazy — and when she licks her lip, he has no choice but to give in to his desires, knowing that he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“C’mere.” His voice was thick with lust. 

Finn leads Maia past the bar, towards a bathroom, pushing the door open with his back. His friends shared a look, knowing things were going perfectly. The bathroom, matching the atmosphere of the club, was dim. He locks the door behind him and stalks towards her, where she leans against the sink, one heel slowly kicked up. Maia smirks when he finally stands in front of her. The music still pulsates through the room and her eyes dips from his to the front of his pants, pleasantly surprised to see how rock solid he was. 

It all felt like slow motion — Finn grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to face the mirror. They stare at each other through it and Maia can’t help but press her ass against him, moving slowly, teasingly. 

“C’mon, don’t try to be a gentleman, take what you’ve come to get.” Her voice was laced with sex. She slowly hikes up her skirt, arching her back as she leans over — nothing hiding her pussy from his vision. 

At the sight, Finn groans, unzipping his pants. Maia’s breath gets stuck in her throat, feeling the tip of his dick pressing against her entrance. Her lips find themselves between her teeth again, feeling Finn pushes into her slowly. Her mouth hangs open slightly, a moan escaping. When he’s flesh against her, Finn moves his hand to sit around her stomach, pulling her up against his chest and thrusting deep. 

“Fuck.” The profanity leaves her mouth. 

As the music picks up, so does Finn’s movement. It’s not soft and she loved every second of it, he pounds into her as if he knew that’s exactly what she liked. And Maia feels like she’s on cloud fucking nine. The moans never stop from her and Finn can’t control himself at the faces she makes. He hits her g-spot, over and over, pushing deeper into her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Maia is breathless, holding onto Finn’s arm, squeezing tightly.

He didn't let up and Maia was in absolute bliss. Finn’s hand moves from her stomach, down to her clit, rubbing along to his pace, making Maia reach her peak quicker. A single tear falls from her eyes and Finn kisses it, feeling her cling around him. 

A moan falls from his lips, “Go on, baby, come for me.” He bites her lips softly as she completely falls apart against him, feeling the orgasm shake her to the core. “Good girl.” He grunts, and his pace becomes sloppy. 

Maia has to muster all the power in her body to pull him out of her, crouching down in her heels to take him in her mouth. She strokes his dick, letting the tip hit the back of her throat until Finn’s eyes squeeze shut, coming down her throat. His groans are like music to her ears and when she swallows, she looks up at him through her eyelashes, plastering an innocent look on her face. 

She stands up, pulling her skirt down. Maia presses a kiss on his neck, smiling at the light red stain that she leaves. Her finger lightly traces it. 

“Wanna take me home?” Her manicured finger rests on his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.” She winks, stepping out of the bathroom, and leaving him to get situated.

After more dancing, Maia stepped out of the club in desperate need of fresh air. She leans against the windows of the building, staring out at the parking lot. Even after her bathroom quickie earlier, she wasn’t satisfied and the cold air hitting her skin only heightened that need. As if on cue, Dominik pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on hers. 

“What you doin’ out here, mama?” Dominik comes up to her, pulling her towards him.

“Just gettin’ some air, what’s up with you, Dom?” Maia hooks her finger around one of his belt loops. “Come to keep me company?” 

They shared a quick look that solidified the fact that they weren’t outside for air. 

The car is parked in the back corner of the parking lot. Maia rested her back on the cool leather, humming as Dominik peppered kisses on her warm skin. She smells like a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. He lays his hand gently on her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. They maintain eye contact as his finger finds her heat, slowly running a finger through her slick folds. Maia bites her bottom lip with an exhale, resting her head back. 

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs, sliding a finger into her wet cunt. Maia’s mouth slightly falls open, arching her back looking for more. “Mm, so wet.” 

“Fuck me, please,” She whined.

Dominik chuckled, drinking her in as he unbuckled his belt. Maia had her skirt bunched up around her stomach and her top down slightly to expose her hard nipples. Maia sits up slowly as he pulls his dick out of his pants, stroking a couple of times, his eyes on her. 

“Come ride me, baby.” 

Maia peels off the leather, straddling over him, pressing a kiss onto his lips as he pushes into her. Dominik squeezes one of her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipple. The sound of their slapping skin is the only sound in the car. 

“fuck,” Maia moans, resting her forehead against his. “oh yeah, just like that.” She holds his face in her palms, printing her red lipstick all over his mouth.

Their pace quickens and their moans start to mix together. The windows start to fog as Maia throws her head back, holding onto Dominik’s shoulder trying to chase the high. His hands connect with her ass several times, the slaps ringing out in the car. Maia groans, 

“You look so fuckin’ good, baby,” Dominik murmurs in her ear. “Come here.”

The new position had Dominik hovering over her with Maia’s legs basically touching the roof of the car. A yelp escaped from her mouth when he slid back in her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. The pleasure rushed over her again. Her breath caught in her throat, pressing her hand against his chest. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Maia moaned, filled with lust. “Holy shit.” she gasped feeling the butterflies in her stomach. 

Dominik’s moans and grunts filled her ears as he drilled into her at a relentless pace. Maia could barely open her eyes to see the fogged-up windows or his sweaty chest, all she could see was stars and her release on the brink. She was so close. 

“Go ‘head, Maia.” Dominik’s voice lulled her on. “Cum for me.” 

And with that, Maia feels all her walls tighten. She lets out a ragged breath as he fucks her through her climax and proceeds to chase his. Maia locked eyes with him while licking her still-red lips. That tears Dominik apart as he pulls out, cumming over her stomach with a grunt. 

Maia smiles drunkenly, closing her eyes for a moment in bliss. 

— 

 The air in the car was thick. The anticipation of what was coming was enough to power the city. Damian sits behind the steering wheel, Finn in the passenger seat with Maia in the backseat between Dominik and Rhea. Her eyes slowly look up to the rearview mirror, catching Damian's gaze as she licks her lip. His hands tighten around the steering wheel, impatiently. 

—

The house is impressive, but Maia’s thoughts were on everything but that. She holds a new cocktail in a square glass in her hands. She stares out at a pool in the backyard, nearly done with her drink when someone comes up behind her. The lights in the room are low, and music from the club is playing. The person behind her moves her hair, resting a kiss on her neck. She slowly closes her eyes, leaning back against them. 

“I never got that dance.” Rhea’s Australian accent fills her ears. 

Maia turns, setting her glass down. “I can give you a dance.” She murmurs, looking around the room to see them alone. “Or something better.” 

Rhea leans down, taking Maia’s lip into hers, kissing her roughly, trying to memorize her sweet taste. She leans down, hooking her arms under Maia’s ass and wrapping her legs around her waist. The kiss is breathless and they both refuse to be the first to pull away. 

“I have plans for you, baby.” Rhea bites Maia’s bottom lip. “But you have to wait.” She presses her lips to Maia’s one more time before setting her down. 

Dominik appears beside Rhea, taking the chance to capture Maia’s lips in a deep kiss, smacking her ass. She rests her hand around the back of his neck, letting her nails graze over the soft skin then moves them down to the hem of his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin. Dominik, not breaking the kiss, moves them back to the center of the room. Another body presses up behind her, peppering kisses on her neck. 

“Let’s take you upstairs.” Finn says, lightly nibbling her ear. 

Finn leads them up the stairs, with Dominik closely behind Maia. She holds onto his hand, keeping them both steady as they enter the dimly lit room. Maia takes a moment to scan the room — it’s huge, and her eyes land on two armchairs near the window where Rhea and Damian were sitting, having stopped their conversation at the sight of her. 

Maia walks around to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the pair. She grabs the straps of her top, sliding them down her shoulder slowly, giving them all a view of her breast. She bites her lip, resting on the palm of her hands when Rhea gets up, stalking her like prey. 

“Touch me, gorgeous.” Maia groans softly. 

The Australian woman caresses Maia’s thighs, deeply gazing into the eyes of the woman under her, then gets on her knees to come face to face with her dripping wet cunt. Rhea places a soft kiss on her inner thigh, so close to Maia’s heat causing her to softly fall back against the mattress. Finn and Dominik watched for a moment but received a look from Damian and took their leave.  When Rhea’s tongue met Maia’s clit, a deep sigh left her lip, slowly arching her back. She can’t help but tangle her fingers in Rhea’s hair. 

“So good.” She moans, her breath hitching in her throat. 

Rhea rests her arm over Maia’s lower stomach, keeping her in place as she devours her as if it were her last supper. Her tongue swirls over Maia’s bundle of nerve, her tongue laying flat, sucking roughly on her clit. Maia couldn’t help but grip the sheets, trying to keep her body flat on the bed, but her body had a mind of its own. The euphoric feeling washed over her, leaving her breathless. Her breathing was labored and her hands searched for something, anything. The release was so close that she couldn’t help but shut her eyes as it washed over her with so much force. 

“Good girl,” Rhea purrs, licking her lip as Maia tries to find her breath. 

Her fingers dug into Maia’s hips to keep her still as she ate her like a starved woman’s first meal in years. Maia tried to push her legs together but was unsuccessful as Rhea dipped a tongue into her, disarming her immediately. She grinded down into Rhea’s face, moaning loudly. Maia glanced to the side to see Damian watching them intently and that only turned her own even more as she threw her head back. 

As Maia tiptoed the edge, the rougher Rhea got until she couldn’t take it any longer. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, she came so hard until all she saw was blackness. Her breath was ragged as Rhea kissed up her body until her lips were on Maia’s in the softest kiss ever. All Maia could do was murmur a word, but she wasn’t even sure of what she said. 

It took a while for her to come to, but when she did, Maia realized that it was just her and Damian in the room. He stood from his chair and came to the front of the bed as Maia got up onto her knees. She watched him carefully as she fixed her clothes. Maia licked her lips as he crouched down to her eye level. 

“Is the nice girl back?” he teased with a smirk. 

Maia shrugged her shoulder, “who says that wasn’t the nice girl?” she whispered, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. “I been watching you priest, you can’t fool me.” 

Damian chuckled, “and what do you mean by that, Maia?” 

“I want you and you want me all to yourself, am I right?” Maia questioned, moving closer to him. “Because I see how you look at me, I see how you all look at me, but you in particular…” 

Maia gave a dramatic sigh, “I can feel your eyes on my body, so I walk slower. Baby, I always know when you’re around, just tell me I’m wrong.” 

The room felt 1000 degrees hotter as they stared at each other. Damian took in the way Maia rubbed his arm then laid back onto her elbows on the bed, watching him with an innocent smile as if she didn’t just turn him on. 

“I want you, Maia.”

:) thank you for reading. let me know if I should do a pt. 2, but I fear I write too much damian x

[ripleylove]

Safe in my embrace.

requested by anonymous saying: I love your writing and no pressure. Would you be comfortable writing a story about reader protecting Don from Liv. You can have full creative control. I just need something to get my mind away from the ick. But like I said if you're not comfortable, no worries.

pairing: Dominik Mysterio x fem reader.

genre: fluff and a bit of angst.

summary: With Liv pulling her usual stunts,you finally had enough of her uncomfortable advances to Dominik,and you decided to teach her a lesson to protect your boyfriend.

warnings: the whole liv and dom storyline,mention of SA,reader fighting liv

A/N: I hate this storyline I hate this storyline I hate this storyline

(this is based on the raw events of july 1st also lets pretend dom won and rey didnt)

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It all started with that kiss.

You knew Dominik wasn't at fault in all of this,hell,he was the victim.

He was the one that didn't consent to this at all,he was the one who wasn't liking this one bit and he was the one being a victim of sexual assault from Liv.

And this got worse every single week.

This week though, you really had enough.

While watching Dominik and Rey's match backstage,you felt someone's shoulder colliding with yours,almost making you lose balance.

"What the fuck?" You said,trying to look for the culprit,that you quickly found.

In fact,in front of you,there was Liv Morgan with her championship belt slung over her shoulder,while wearing a "Daddy Dom shirt".

She turned to you and smirked,while waving her fingers in a 'goodbye' motion.

You were already raging,but now you just wanted to kick her ass.

Also,even her shirt pissed you off; and if tonight she dared to make one of her stupid moves on Dominik, you weren't going to hold back.

As the match your boyfriend had kept going,you suddenly hear the familiar "watch me",and you stood from your sit,ready to storm off in the ring to give her a good old beating.

Dominik slid out of the ring,and his father decided to take action,by kicking him in the back of the head.

Thanks to the kick,Dominik landed on Liv Morgan,making them fall on the floor while they had their arms wrapped around each other.

The panic in Dominik's was evident,and that was your last straw: you rushed out in the ring,ripping Liv off Dominik.

"Leave Dominik alone!" You shouted,while punching her face nonstop.

Everyone was shocked,even the commentators,that,in fact, gasped in the microphone.

"No way Liv is getting her ass beaten by Dominik's girlfriend!" Michael Cole said,and Corey Graves,that was here to take the place of the absent Pat McAfee,laughed loudly.

"I must say,that this wasn't on my 2024 bucket list,but I'm enjoying this!" Corey Graves said,while you still kept on slapping and kicking Liv,the whole scene being shown on the big screens.

Soon enough,medics and referees arrived to take you away from Liv,but you still weren't satisfied.

With one last slap,you got off her and went to Dominik,who won his match against Rey.

"This was-" He started,and he laughed to himself. "Definitely something".

You both laughed,and you continued: "It was deserved though, I hope she won't dare so assault you again,or else we all know what might happen. C'mere,baby."

You opened your arms,and he happily complied with a smile on his lips adorned with the iconic mustache.

"I love you,mami. Thank you for stopping all of this." He whispered,since you all were still in front of the cameras,and he embraced you even more tightly.

"It's nothing,love. Someone would have done it sooner or later,right?" You said and he laughed.

"Also,getting to beat her up was what I have been waiting since,if I'm not wrong,the king and queen of the ring tournament. So yeah,I hope she has learned her lesson,and if she hasn't,I won't hesitate to do the same thing I did today." You continued with a smirk on your face,and Dominik pulled away,giving you a chaste peck on your lips.

"You're right,mami. You always protect me,and I'ma do the same for you." He said while pulling you close to him. You smiled and said,

"That's right,remember,you'll always be safe in my embrace."

After this,you both celebrated his victory,with Liv Morgan still passed out on the floor,while you proudly held up your boyfriend's arm,just like a referee would do.

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[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Thirty-One | Where It All Started…

“Are you gonna answer that?” Dom’s husky voice was wrapped in a breathless moan when I stopped swaying my hips altogether.

I looked up at Dom with tears in my eyes. “I can’t do this. I want to, I do, but I can’t. Maybe too much has happened or maybe I’m not ready to say goodbye like this. We both messed up so much.”

“Are you serious? We’ve done this thousands of times. You know we are end game. You can pretend to move on, fuck as many people as you need to but I’m the one picking of the pieces.”

I grabbed my phone and slipped off Dom carefully, picking up my robe I wrapped it around me and went down stairs. Far away from temptation.

“Finn? How’s your flight?” I picked up on the millionth ring.

Finn: You’re alive! My flight got cancelled. Apparently there’s a storm in London. Mind if I crash? Beats a hotel room.

Me: Yeah, come over. Dom is here though… just a heads up.

Finn: He bothering you?

Dom was standing at the top of the stairs listening with his joggers hanging low on his hips when he shouted. “Bothering her? How can I bother her, Finn, when she’s mine? This is my house.”

Turning it off speaker phone I agreed to see Finn in about two hours before I hung up. Slamming my phone down I glared at him. “You don’t get to sabotage every relationship I have. We need to move on, your words.”

“Pick a fucking stranger. Pick someone I don’t work with.”

“You weren’t the only one who fell in love with wrestling. I was there for matches, training, press, live shows, signings, paper views - I love it all too. My only friends are in WWE. You don’t get to force me to love you and everything your life is just to claim I don’t deserve even table scraps.” I headed for the theater, where I lived, and slammed the door.

Dom wasn’t going to make me invisible just so he felt better about us ending. He wasn’t going to force me to give up parts of my life so he felt better. I was just as much WWE as he was.

Finn arrived hours later with delays and I had even noticed Dom’s truck was absent from the driveway. “He really fled when he heard I was coming?”

I shrugged, leading him further into the house, where I was pouring two drinks. “Are you still medicating?”

Sipping my whiskey sour I rolled my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying you could stay. I lost a baby and the person I loved. You’d be fucked up too.”

Finn’s arms wrapped around me tightly without saying anything.

D O M ‘ S P O V

I convinced Liv to stay in San Diego only so I could keep tabs on Finn staying at my house. It was selfish and stupid but I couldn’t help it.

I still had access to all the cameras from my phone. Something I had installed to make sure she stayed safe while I was away. I saw exactly when he arrived but I didn’t want to rush in. I was waiting for the perfect time to catch them.

Finn was a mentor to me. Hell, a friend. A married friend who was leading her on.

I thought fucking her in front of him was going to stop him from wanting her but it didn’t.

Liv was pawing at me from by my side, her mouth on my ear and her tits pressed against me. “What are you watching?”

Locking my phone I shrugged her off. “Nothing, ring door bell went off.”

“Are you using me to make her jealous?” The desperation in her voice wanted me to say no.

“We broke up. It’s just not that simple when we own property, just lost a baby, finding out she had an aboration at seventeen with our first baby, and now is fucking Finn.” I looked at her like she shouldn’t have asked.

Her hand smoothed down me and cupped my crotch. “I could give you a baby…”

“You’re champ and we have mania next month in Vegas. I don’t want you to give me a kid, I want you on your knees giving me head.”

I didn’t actually but if her mouth was preoccupied we wouldn’t have to talk. Small talk, I hated it.

Watching Liv get on her knees between my open legs I contemplated the mess my life was right now. In shambles actually. Nothing was how it should be, fate kept getting in our way. We fought every feeling, fought everyone who doubted us, fought the realities of adulthood, fought to make it work and now we lost.

I wasn’t paying attention to Liv at all when my phone rang in my hand and I answered it with my eyes closed. As soon as I heard nothing on the other end my heart dropped.

“What happened?” I stood up, brushing her off and was turned off entirely when I put myself back together.

“It’s me… Finn. You should get here. I knew it was bad but not this bad.” His voice was paralyzed, void of emotion and the knot in my stomach grew.

“What the fuck happened, Finn?” I grabbed my keys and fled out the doors before Liv could even ask why.

When I got to our street I saw the ambulance in our driveway and the void in my chest where my heart was suppose to be ached. Barely parking I got out and b-lined it to my front door when I saw her on the couch, fragile and broken.

Suddenly, I didn’t see her as this strong badass putting me in my place and making me forever chase her but someone I put through hell and survived.

Scanning the room I locked eyes with Finn who had tears in his eyes like she was something he almost lost instead of me. Rushing him, I grabbed his shirt and balled my fists up in the material, yanking him towards me. “What the fuck did you do?”

He shouted in my face, “Nothing! I knew she was medicating but I didn’t know it was this bad. We were just making out and she started hyperventilating.”

My firsts balled up tighter at his words. Making out.

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“She doesn’t want me to leave. I’m staying until she tells me to leave.” I glared at him, watching him untangle himself and go kneel next to her.

Pacing my living room, I periodically looked at her trying to compose herself with the EMT. “She just lost a baby. The doctor prescribed those.”

The EMT excused herself, standing up, “Who should I speak with? If we could privately.”

“Finn, sit the fuck down. You don’t know her like I do. Let’s go to the back, straight ahead.” I followed her lead to the further room, a library or a study that she left empty still. “How bad is it?”

“She didn’t overdose but is she is abusing the pain medication. I don’t think she needs an intervention, this was embarrassing enough probably but she does need to be monitored. No more pills and drinking, that’s a lethal combo.”

“Thanks doc,” was all I offered when I let her exit before I threw the painters ladder down to the floor with a crash. I was angry, I wanted to break Finn, I wanted to lock her up so no one else could have her.

The EMT team left and the house was quiet when I waited for them to explain what happened. “Not one person wants to tell me what happened?”

Finn spoke, “I already told you. We were drinking, she was taking pills too, we started to make out and she started to panic.”

I took my phone out, picking the right camera and rewinding back an hour see her straddling Finn on our couch. His hands were all over her body, squeezing her tits and his teeth teasing her nipples through that robe.

Her hips started to ride him when she let the robe fall off her shoulders. I could finally see her ass in that thong she must have slipped on after I left.

My name was visible even to the camera. The only one who didn’t see it was Finn.

Walking away to the kitchen to grab a beer, softening this blow however I could, I kept watching.

“I wanna be with you. I wanna leave her.” I heard Finn’s voice come through the video.

Winner winner, chicken dinner. When her mistakes become too real is when she panics. Every. Single. Time. Finn wouldn’t know that because he didn’t grew up watching it happen.

I wasn’t here to save her the way she always banked on. This time she had to deal with her own mistakes.

Their mouths kept colliding, I could see their tongues wrestling when she whispered back. “Slow down. We just broke a few months ago. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

She rejected him.

My eyes were glued to the screen when I watched his hands pin her wrists together behind her back. “I cancelled my flight to be with you instead. We talk more than I do to my wife. I want you all the time. All those FaceTime calls late at night, I know you’re touching yourself. I was too baby.”

All she said was, “I’m sorry. I’m not ready.”

That was all it took for him to snap, he pushed her down on the couch and yanked her panties down her legs. “Dom has fucked you over so many times and yet you’re loyal to him. Forcing me to watch you fuck him, being half naked around me, getting drunk and horny. You don’t have to want a relationship, baby, but I deserve this pussy.”

My chest raged and heart dropped to my stomach again. He was prepared to take what he wanted if her body hadn’t failed from all the pills and booze.

“Finn. Get the fuck out of my house before I kill you.” I shouted, something I didn’t often do. Rounding the large kitchen island I grabbed his shirt, holding him still and tossed my phone in her scared lap. “You were going to rape her? In my house? I broke Randy’s leg for less.”

“Least he got to fuck the tease.”

“What the fuck did you say to me?” I nearly tackled him to the floor and my fist drove into the center of his face with ease. He got one off but I was tapped into adrenaline instead of pain. Another few punches in I looked up at her and simply said, “Get him an Uber before I forget how to control myself.”

She looked back at me, her wild eyes still full of fear, when she realized I had cameras all over the house. Even if I was absent, I really wasn’t.

Holding the phone up she asked me, “What is this? Cameras? What the fuck, Dom?”

Kneeling into my one knee I kept him on the floor below me trying to juggle my anger and keeping my voice calm for her. “Security. I’m not home a lot.”

Standing up she tossed my phone on the couch. “So you spy on me? We aren’t even together anymore. I can’t believe you. Is that why you’re even here now?”

Standing up, I kicked Finn lightly and told him to get out before I pressed charges. Following her up the stairs I watched her push the bedroom door open, searching for the cameras she couldn’t see. “Are they in here too, Dom? Are you watching me in bed? Watching me walk around naked?”

“It’s not like that. He called me and told me to get here so I did. I had no idea what I was walking into. I had those installed before we even moved in so I could keep you fucking safe when I’m not home. Abusing those pills is over.” I snatched the bottles off the bedside table and snapped the covers off before I let them hit the toilet water.

Rushing over to me she tried to stop me but I towered over her and there was no way she was going to push me an inch on my training schedule. “What the fuck, Dom. I need those!”

Tossing the bottles in the trash I pivoted and held her wrists from slapping me the way I knew she wanted to. “Pack a bag. EMT said you aren’t being left alone and we fly out in two days.”

“I hate you,” her voice shook and she fought for her wrists back. Bracing for the slap of a lifetime she surprisingly didn’t deliver. Pulling her into my chest I held her while she broke, sobbing into my shirt and whispering how much she hated me.

Hated me for seeing all the lows. Hated me for seeing her weak, for not giving up, for loving her anyways.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

DOMINK DOMINK DOMINK FICS

●Dominik Mysterio x Reader●

Summary: Someone from Dom's past returns.

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking into gorilla looking at the tv seeing Dom and Rhea making their way to the ring, I take off my sweatshirt laying it on the chair. I watch the TV hearing Rhea talking about how there is no more women on the roster that can stand toe to toe with her. I fix my kickpads still watching the TV. This is my return to the ring since I was out with an injury and everything changed with Dom. One of the producers walks over to me and hands me a microphone. I grab it and tap on the top of it making sure it's on.

"Woah woah woah."

I walk out of the curtains as my music hits causing the crowd to cheer loudly for me. I do my pose at the top of the ramp than bring the microphone to my mouth as my theme song turns off. Rhea is standing against the ropes staring at me.

"Rhea. Rhea. Did you forget about me?"

I start walking down to the ring.

"Remember breaking my leg two years ago?"

I climb into the ring and look at her.

"Remember that? Yeah? Well now, I'm fully healed.... and coming for you."

I get in her face and she gets in mine. I bring the microphone up to my mouth.

"Also seems like someone's little Dom Dom has seen a ghost."

I throw the microphone on the mat as Rhea turns around, walks over to Dom and lightly slaps his face. Dom shakes his head and looks at her. I grab Rhea's arm, whip her around and go to hit her with a forearm. She ducks, rolls out of the ring and I hit Dom in the jaw really hard. He falls on the mat and I turn towards Rhea walking up the ramp. I pull Dom over to the corner, climb up to the top rope and do a moonsault landing on Dom. I stand up, lean against the ropes and point at Rhea.

"You're next!"

She shakes her head no and I push Dom out of the ring. She grabs him as I celebrate with the crowd. They make their way to the back and the show goes to commercial. I climb out of the ring and make my way to the back.

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*In my locker room*

Taking my kickpads off, I hear someone start banging on my door. I look at the door confused, walk over to it and open it seeing Dom standing there with his arms crossed.

"What do you want?"

He pushes past me into my locker room and I roll my eyes closing the door.

"What was that out there Y/N? You clocked me in the jaw than hit me with a moonsault?"

"I was making a statement to your Mami."

"But I mean you really hit me hard. My mouth was bleeding."

"Does the baby boy need to go see a doctor? Do I have to hold your hand while they check on you?"

I say this in a mocking voice and he walks over to me, getting in my face.

"Stop. Right now."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He raises an eyebrow looking down at me and I smirk looking up at him crossing my arms. He puts both of his hands on the sides of my face looking down at me.

"God I have missed you and your smart mouth."

"Again, what are you gonna do about it?"

He smirks, leans down and kisses me hard. I kiss him back just as hard and run my hands up his shoulders to his neck. We start making out as I run my fingers through his hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the couch. He lays me on the couch and starts moving his lips down my neck as I play with his hair. We don't hear the locker room door open as he continues kissing my neck.

"Woah! What did we walk in on?"

I gasp pushing Dom off of me seeing Damian and Finn standing in the doorway. Dom stands up, clears his throat and looks over at them. I gulp and fix my shirt looking down at the ground.

"Ummm Dom, we came looking for you because we have an interview soon."

"But seems like he is pretty busy, huh?"

Finn hits Damian's arm and laughs.

"Guys, get out! I will be there in a minute."

Damian and Finn laugh while walking out of the locker room. I look up at Dom as he leans down to be face to face with me.

"To be continued tonight. I will text you."

He kisses me one last time and makes his way out of my locker room......

[imaginexwwe]

NOT GOING ANYWHERE - Dominik Mysterio

REQUESTED - DOMINIK MYSTERIO X FEM READER WITH "IM NOT GIVING UP ON YOU"

BY - @micheleamidalajedi

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Dominik starts to worry that his work is starting to take a toll on his relationship with girlfriend Y|N

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Dominik sighed looking down at the text he had typed up to his girl, Y|N contemplating if he should send finally send it.

Or spend another thirty minutes trying to think of another way to re-word it.

But he knew it didn't matter how many times he deleted and retyped the text he had to send.

Canceling is still canceling.

And unfortunately for the woman he had to send the text to, Dominik had to cancel plans they had.

Again.

"You're ready?" Dominik heard his tag partner for his upcoming match, Damien Priest, ask quickly getting a nod from Dominik.

"Yeah." He replied, tapping send.

I just hope she understands, Dominik thought to himself.

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A few days later Dominik paced around around the bedroom of his and Y|N's shared apartment.

He had been home for a few hours while his girl had been out.

And had decided to spend his time decorating their bedroom with rose petals and candles.

Upon hearing noise from the locks on the front door, soon followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.

Dominik stopped his nervous pacing, to bend down picking up the massive bouquet of red roses he'd had made for Y|N.

I hope she's not too pissed, he couldn't help but think still worried from the fact that he had to cancel important plans he had made with her.

"Dominik." He heard Y|N call out. "Babe."

"In the bedroom." Dominik responded.

Y|N's footsteps were heard as she quickly made her way up the stairs and to their bedroom.

A surprised look on her face as she took in the way Dominik had set their room up.

"Babe..." She said, a smile forming on her lips. "What's all this? And how are you here?" Y|N asked, coming closer to him. "I thought I was picking you up later tonight from the airport."

"I was able to get a earlier flight."

Y|N nodded, coming even closer to give Dominik a quick, yet tender kiss on his lips, a smile still visible on her face. "You should've said something, Dom. I would've been there to meet you when you landed."

"I know." Dominik nodded, a smile now on his face also. "But it gave me time to set this up."

Dominik had known with Y|N's classes at the college near by she would be away.

And so when he found out he could get an earlier flight than the one he originally had, he quickly made a few changes.

It all played out perfectly, as Dominik was able to have a few hours at home alone to set up the rose petals and candles before his fiance got back home.

"Are those for me?" Y|N asked, with a giggle as she pointed to the bouquet Dominik had forgotten he was holding.

"Oh, yeah." Dominik chuckled, extending his arms to give Y|N the roses.

"Mmm..." Y|N moaned, as she brought the roses to her nose, taking in the sweet aroma they gave off. "What did I do to deserve this?" She asked, looking back up at Dominik.

Dominik shook his head smiling. "You didn't do anything babe." He replied, his smile slowly dissapearing from his face. "It's more of what I did that I felt I needed to make up for."

"What did you do?"

"A few days ago."Dominik replied, giving Y|N a confused look. "I had to miss our first anniversary."

Again, Y|N giggled, leaning up to give Dominik another kiss. "Dom, you had to work. I understood that." She replied, looking up at him. "I'm sure there's going to be another anniversary you might have to miss and it upsets me, yeah. But I understand babe. You don't have a regular career. You have a career that requires a lot of traveling and you can't just always be off on days you want." She finished, placing the bouquet on the bed, and reaching out to take Dominik's hands into her smaller ones. "I get it."

Dominik pulled Y|N into a tight embrace, giving her a kiss on her head.

How did he become so lucky?

"I was worried all week that I was going to come home and you'd be pissed and ready to leave me." He admitted with a chuckle.

"I can't be pisssd at something that's out of your control." Y|N replied, as she shook her head. "I'm not leaving you, babe." She spoke again, looking up at him. "Leaving would be giving up and I'm not giving up on you. On us." Y|N said with a smile.

Dominik nodded, still smiling down at her. "I love you, baby."

"I love you more, Dom."

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HOPE YOU ENJOYED AND THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST ❤

[daddyhausen]

Hey girly, I was wondering if you can do dialogue prompt 62 with dominik mysterio? Maybe where he like misses something important or like an important day like your anniversary and then just shows up at 3 am 🥺

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{ summary } — after forgetting your two year anniversary, dominik tries to make it up to you by showing up to your house at three am

{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 601

{ pairing } — fem!reader x dominik mysterio

{ genre } — fluff

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{ 62 } — “it’s three am. What are you doing?”

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you couldn’t sleep

thoughts racing over and over in your mind

like a car whose brakes had been cut

the turmoil was never ending

your mind in shambles trying to process exactly why he did not show at the restaurant this evening

it was your two year anniversary

something you were certain dominik would not forget

yet here you were

in your bed, all by your lonesome

tears stained your pillowcase

a salty film clung to your cheeks in trails where your tears had dried up

only breaking the silence that consumed the room with a sniffle or a choked sob

your phone continued to buzz on your nightstand

knowing it was him yet choosing to ignore it

whatever his excuse was you did not want to hear it

at least not right now

another twenty minutes it continues

the soft vibration only irked you, disturbing whatever little slumber you could achieve before silencing for the night

somehow the silence made your attempts at sleep futile

it made you focus on the thoughts you’d been pushing back since you’d left the restaurant

thoughts that you certainly did not want to reminisce on now

little taps could be heard from your window

little pebbles rapped against the glass in an attempt to gain your attention

it did

climbing out from beneath the covers, letting the winter air freeze your bones as you wrapped a throw blanket around your body

you peered through the glass

seeing dominik standing below

the only warmth shielding him from the frozen air was his denim vest

the material worn and fraying, it did very little to help

you opened the window, staring down at him with a mix of worry and disdain

“it’s three am, what are you doing?”

you replied coldly, feeling only a shred of sympathy for him amongst noticing the slight chatter of his teeth

“i’ll explain everything, just let me inside…please?”

his eyes were glossy

as if he’d been crying just the same as you

you gulped down a sob, practically rushing to unlock the door

you did not want to see him freeze

you opened the door, noticing he’d already made his way to your front porch

yet you kept your distance

despite the pleading look in his eyes

arms wanting to outstretch and hold you close

yet he refrained

“how could you forget?”

you pressured him for answers, feeling the tears well in your eyes once more

not allowing him to make himself comfortable inside your home

“baby, i didn’t forget-“

“then where were you?” you accused.

“do you know how embarrassing it was for me? sitting there all by myself waiting for you for hours, people starting to stare-“

“baby please” he outstretched his arms, he grabbed you by the shoulders to try and jostle you from your own ramblings

“i’m so sorry i didn’t show up, they kept me back at work. i tried to call you but my phone died”

you remained silent for the moment, still trying to process his words

“you’re so special to me, i’d never forget our anniversary.”

he cupped your cheek daintily, you could not help but lean into his palm with a heavy sigh

“how could i ever make it up to you, love?”

you contemplated for a moment whether or not you should kick him out into the cold again

but his words seemed genuine

how he silently pleaded with you to forgive

“just stay here and hold me”

he gave a small sigh of relief

engulfing you into his embrace

his palm smoothing your hair

“anything for you, my love”

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[all-risejd]

A New Judgment Chapter 5: The Match and Then Some (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Nessa catches Zelinas gaze across the ring and discretely gives a little nod. Zelina smiles mischievously before their attention returns to the people in the ring before them. The bell rings signaling the start of the match and Rey steps towards Dominik who promptly backs up and tags Damien in letting him start instead, silently proving what he just said about not wanting to hurt his dad.

Alongside Rhea and Finn Nessa cheers Damien on as he just dominates and throws Rey around the ring, Nessa jumping up and down clapping as Rey is thrown in the corner and Dom is tagged in.

"Make him pay Dom Dom," She calls out, giggling along with Rhea as Rey is once again thrown about the ring. Eventually, Rey forces his way to his corner and Santos tags himself in running to the opposite corner of the ring, hitting Damien, making him fall off the apron before turning to Dominik and just dominating the fight. Nessa goes over to Damien helping him up. He jumps in the ring as Dominik slides out only to be flipped right back out of the ring by Rey. Nessa helps Damien up again shaking her head and Rhea is over by Dominik with Finn helping him back up. Dominik gets back in the ring and tags Damien back in who quickly gains control over Santos as he did with Rey.

Dominik tags back in and immediately puts Santos in a hold who pushes over to his corner and flips Dom over so he can tag Rey in.

"Come on Dom!" Nessa cheers as Dom pins Rey who kicks out and regains control. Nessa blanches as Rey dropkicks Dom and Rhea jumps onto the apron about to interfere but Dom kicks out of the pin on his own. Nessa goes to stand by Rhea by the ramp knowing what is coming soon.

Rey sets up Dom for the 619 and Rhea pulls Dom off the ropes as Rey approaches to hit it. Zelina runs up on the apron and Nessa pushes Rhea out of the way, Zelina lands on her shoulders flipping her over, her back hitting the barricade and knocking the wind out of her. Rhea kneels by Nessa checking on her before glaring at Zelina once she was sure Nessa was ok. Zelina starts taunting Rhea, "Come on Champ!" she does the come-on gesture as Rhea glares.

"Yeah, you better run!" Rhea threatens and begins to chase her, disappearing in the crowd. Finn helps Nessa up who groans, still sore from training from the last few days.

"Are you ok luv?" He asks, looking at her as she nods her head, keeping her eyes on the match. Dom tags Damien in who is almost immediately thrown out of the ring and Rey completes the 619 on Dominik before Damien can get back in the ring being the legal man. He slams down Santos and pins him, getting the win. Damien quickly rolls out of the ring as the LWO enters it and the four of them slowly back up the ramp, Dominik's and Damien's arms thrown around Nessa's shoulders. Dominik leans down to her ear to whisper, "Are you ok amor?"

She smiles and smacks his chest gently, "Yeah, perfectly fine. Good job Dom Dom."

Once they are past the curtain and the cameras are no longer on them the boys start flipping their shit. "What the fuck is that. Zelina is out of line for that!" Damien's voice booms making Nessa jump and Finn speaks up in agreement.

"She isn't trained for this, she isn't a wrestler that was incredibly dangerous and stupid"! Finn gives Nessa a stern look.

"Nessa, are you ok, why did you push Mami out of the way?" Dominik fusses over her looking her over for obvious signs of injury and she steps back and holds her hand out to make him stop talking.

"Look guys, I'm fine. It was planned that I step in. I practiced similar things the last few days. We need to find Rhea before she kills Zelina. She wasn't in on that." Nessa gestures down the hallway. She goes to walk down said hallway and the boys share a look before following her, Dominik still rambling.

"What do you mean that was planned?"

"Exactly what I just said, Dom. I am perfectly fine and we both knew what we were doing." He doesn't respond as they hear Rhea yelling at someone. They all run towards her voice to see Rhea in Zelinas face,

"Are you out of your fucking mind? She isn't trained like we are, you could have seriously hurt her!"

"But I didn't, she is fine and agreed to it beforehand," Zelina yells back.

A Cameraman comes up and signals that he is recording so they are aware. "She isn't a wrestler, don't ever touch her again or I will end you." She threatens, and Nessa smirks.

"Then she needs to stay out of the way," Zelina responds before walking away. Once she is out of sight the members of The Judgement Day turn their attention to Nessa, the camera still on them.

"Don't ever do anything like that again. That was so dangerous." Dominik orders and Nessa crosses her arms as the rest of them nod in agreement.

"Let's get a few things straight. First, I am not your girlfriend anymore remember, you can't tell me what I can or can't do. Second, you couldn't even if I was. Third, I will do what I see fit and if it is risking myself to protect you I will. I got a job here just to support you so you need to let me do it."Nessa looks at him like she dares him to contradict her and she hears the crowd cheer and laugh.

"Cupcake, Dom Dom is just worried about you, we don't want you to get hurt. You aren't a wrestler." Rhea tries to soothe Nessa's temper

"I'm tougher than I look. I can handle it." Nessa doubles down and she hears Damien snort behind her.

He puts his hand on her shoulder, "Ay Mamita no doubt, you may be able to handle it but we don't want you to have to." He raises his eyebrows daring her to argue and she holds her gaze and the cameraman stops and thanks them.

"Now that is done, I'm glad you decided to join us mini-me." Rhea pulls Nessa into a hug which she returns.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dom asks, the hurt evident on his face and she shrugs.

"I was told not to." She grabs a bottle of water and they make their way to the locker room. Dominik holds the door open and the boys let Nessa and Rhea in the room first before following them in.

"Do you have anything else to do tonight Hermosa?" Damien asks, plopping down on one of the chairs in the room.

"Yeah, I am supposed to walk to the medical room, and the LWO interrupt so Rey can "apologize"." She explains looking at the clock on the wall and glancing at Dominik who looks uncomfortable. Nessa sighs and goes over to him gently bumping his shoulder with hers. "Hey, we are ok, We will be ok Dom. We just have to learn how to be around each other again. You are on the right track." She tries to comfort him, still knowing his moods. He begins to smile a bit, feeling some relief at her words.

Nessa gestures to the corner so she can have some sort of privacy to talk with him. "I feel like I owe you an apology, I was ignoring you from my own hurt, to punish you and it wasn't right. You are trying to make things right and I was wrong for making things more difficult for you. In the future I will be more understanding" She grabs his hand and gives him a soft smile, not seeing the looks the rest of The Judgement Day are giving each other.

"No Mi..., Nessa sorry. No, I deserved that, you were just doing to me what I did to you. There is nothing to forgive." Dom starts but Nessa shakes her head.

"Two wrongs don't make a right Dom, I should have told you I need space from the get-go instead of ignoring you. So yes there is something to forgive."

"Fine, you are forgiven then for whatever you think you did wrong." He sticks his tongue out at her as her eye twitches in annoyance.

"Hey love birds Nessa needs to go do her next promo soon?" Rhea calls out to them. Nessa rolls her eyes and flips her off and checks the clock again. Seeing that Rhea is right Nessa heads to the door.

"Be careful out there Hermosa!" Damien smiles as she places her hand on the door handle.

"I am heading to medical to check in with my supervisor there," she calls out as she opens the door to cameras waiting. She begins the walk toward where she was directed, the cameras following. She gets some strange looks from some of the wrestlers she passes, some whispering to each other. Eventually, she gets to a break in the hallway and Rey and the rest of the LWO step in front of her blocking her way, Rey standing in the middle.

"Mijita, Nessa, As I said on Raw earlier this week I wanted to see you face to face to apologize. I know how much a proper apology means to you." Rey starts and Nessa nods for him to go on, and she crosses her arms. "I am sorry Nes, really, I never meant to hurt you but-"

Nessa cuts him off, "But what Jefe, anything before but is useless when it comes to an apology. You say a proper apology is important to me. That is true in my culture and religion but the work has to be put behind it to mean anything. Tell me, do you understand why what you did was wrong, do you truly feel bad and would you do it again or are you just trying to use my beliefs to absolve yourself of the guilt you feel?" She cocks her head as Zelina says something under her breath. Rey stands slack jawed for a moment before collecting himself and stepping forward only for Nessa to take a step back.

"Sweetheart I was, still am desperate. I had no choice and no I would never do that." He answers in sequence the questions Nessa asked, holding out his hand for her.

"From your own mouth, you defend your decisions still and haven't done the work behind the apology to earn true forgiveness from me, unlike Dom Dom. So no, apology not accepted. Now if you'll excuse me I have to meet with my boss in medical." She tries to push past the group only to be stopped by Rey grabbing her arm and pulling her back. She tries to pull her arm away but can't because of the strong grip.

"Hear him out," Zelina tells Nessa, who tries to yank her arm back again out of Rey's grip.

"I've heard enough, now let me go so I can work.'' She grunts as she struggles to get out of his grip. The rest of the LWO chime in over each other telling her the same thing. To forgive Rey, to stay away from The Judgement Day.

"Hey, get your hands off of her!" Damien's deep voice booms as he comes into view with the rest of The Judgement Day in tow. Rey releases his grip and she hugs her wrist to her chest as he holds his hands up. She can see the remorse in his eyes. "Are you ok Mamita?" Damien asks gently taking her arm to inspect her wrist, seeing a slight bruise forming.

"Yeah, I'm ok..." She softly answers, a little taken aback from the ferocity in his voice a moment ago. She meets his gaze and smiles before he gently pushes her behind him again, the rest of The Judgment Day except Dominik stepping in front of her as well facing Rey and the LWO.

"Are you sure you are ok Hermosa?" Dominik asks, also inspecting the now bruised wrist and giving it a small kiss like he used to whenever she had a new bruise from work.

"Nessa, Just hear me out-" Rey begins,

"Don't speak to her, don't even look in her direction. You are worse than a deadbeat" Dominik cuts his dad off mid-sentence. The door to the medical finally opens and the person she was supposed to meet pops his head out.

"Nessa there you are, you are late..." He trails off seeing the staredown, "Is there a problem here?" He asks, opening the door further and seeing how Nessa is cradling her wrist.

"No problem we are just leaving." Santos answers tapping Rey on his shoulder and they walk away, the Judgement Day glaring the entire time. Finally, the camera stops recording and she shakes her arm trying to shake off some of the aching that is forming.

"Was that planned too?" Dominik almost growls and Nessa sighs.

"The grab yes, the strength no. We just got carried away, where are you going?" She calls out as Dom storms away down the hallway toward where his father disappeared to. Rhea mouths sorry and rushes after him as does Finn to keep Dominik from doing something stupid and getting in trouble.

This leaves Damien alone with Nessa who looks up at him. "Are you ok Nessa?" Damien asks as Nessa leans up against the wall.

"I'm fine Damien, thank you for coming to my rescue." Nessa smiles maintaining eye contact as he leans closer to her, resting his hand on the wall above her head. She doesn't shy away like some of the women who have interviewed him. Instead, she stands tall and quirks up an eyebrow as he smiles down at her.

"You really do have a natural talent for this. Did you ever think about wanting to wrestle?" He asks shifting his weight to the leg closer to Nessa.

"No not really, I always wanted to help people, to be a nurse because I couldn't afford medical school to become a doctor. It wasn't until I started dating Dom that I applied to work for medical here to be closer to him. My application was ignored..." She bites her lower lip, shivers running up her spine from their closeness.

"Well, I am glad you are able to join us now. You are too beautiful to waste away in a hospital where you aren't appreciated. You will be well appreciated here with us." He promises. Nessa can't stop the giggle that comes out and she is immediately embarrassed but he is encouraged by her reaction. "As a matter of fact let me show you just how appreciated you will be. Let me take you out to dinner after the show." He offers. Nessa can't help the blush and places her hand on his chest.

"I am hungry after the excitement of tonight, but I would much rather sleep. You can take me back to my hotel though." She counteroffers, hearing the crowd cheer. She blushes noticing the cameras on them again.

Damien chuckles and pushes off the wall and offers his arm that she instinctively grabs and he leads her back down the hallway towards the Judgement Day's locker room and he leans down to whisper in her ear. "Triple H told me the plan this morning, good job mariposa." He smiles and pats the hand she has resting on his arm.

"Now that we are alone, is that offer for food on the table still I barely ate a thing because of nerves." She admits making him to stop in his tracks.

"Well we can't have that, do you want it to be just us?" He gestures between the two of them and continues, "Or all of us. The choice is up to you." They start walking again and Nessa chews on her cheek before answering.

"Just us I think. I would like to ask some things and I think you will be the best to tell me and not try to spare my feelings."

"Hermosa whatever you ask I will tell you the truth." He promises as they enter the locker room to wait out the rest of the show.

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cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Bloodline!Reader

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” + “Take out your anger on me. I can handle it."

Summary: Your family is pissing you off, and Dominik is more than happy to let you take your anger out on him.

A/N: Dominik brain rot is real and this is the result of it (this took so long 😭) and was inspired by the gif below. This is my first smut and probably my last, so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 6,016

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing, family drama.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment and feeling the incoming headache about to come as the room got louder and louder with anger. You opened your eyes to see Roman and Jimmy still arguing, yelling and getting closer and closer to each other. Jey was sitting in the corner, jaw clenched as he let them get into it. Solo was standing next to you, keeping a watchful eye on them in case things got out of hand. Your eyes met, and you can tell by the look in his eye he was done with all this shit too.

Why couldn't they talk this out like men instead of acting like children? You thought, rolling your eyes. You snapped out of your thoughts when Jimmy pushed Roman into the corner, all of you quickly getting up to separate them.

"You guys need to stop this!" You shouted angrily as you and Jey held Jimmy back, Solo trying to calm Roman down but to no avail.

"No, he needs to stop being a manipulative asshole! Apologize for losing? Acting like you wouldn't have lost without our help. My help. I ain't apologizing for shit, ‘Tribal Chief'!"

"Jimmy, chill out!" Jey tried, but Roman's laugh echoed throughout the room, and Jimmy tried to get out of our grips.

"Nah, let him run his mouth. You don't see your brothers acting like this, huh? Or your sister? You know why they aren't acting like this? Because they know that I am right, they know that you disgraced everybody. You disgraced this family, your ancestors, your legacy, and me, your Tribal Chief. You need to apologize for them, but most importantly, you will apologize to me."

"I ain't apologizing for anything! You wouldn't have even been Tribal Chief if it weren't for us, uce! You were a disgrace until we helped you get to the top! So if I am gonna apologize to anyone, I'ma apologize to myself for helping you get there in the first place!" Jimmy spat out, nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists, continuing to try and break out of our grip. You felt all the patience slip out of you in that very moment and you snapped, grabbing Jimmy’s shirt and pushing against the wall.

"You all need to shut the fuck up!" You screamed, Jimmy becoming lax in your grip with a look of shock on his face, the others quiet in shock as well. Finally, they shut up.

“You need to put your ego’s in check and start acting like men instead of acting like children!” You yelled furiously, scowling at them.

"He needs to-" Jimmy began, but you gave him a glare that could kill and he shut his mouth.

"You both need to stop trying to be right and start talking to each other like grown ass people. You need to stop holding grudges and let shit go. " You hissed, letting him go and turning towards Roman.

"And you need to keep your 'Tribal Chief' ego in check and stop crapping on people just because things don't go to plan." You snapped at him.

"Uce, calm down." Jey made his way towards you, trying to quell your anger before you said something Roman would make you regret, but you gave him a look and he backed away. You couldn't care less about Roman right now, he needed to hear the truth.

"Calm down? Are you kidding me?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Don't you see what's happening? You're giving everybody what they want. They want to see us crumble, want to see our dominance fall so they could rise and take our top spot here."

You looked at Jimmy, seeing his face turn from anger to a mixture of embarrasment and relization."You're feeding into Sami and Kevin, letting them get in your heads. Why do you think they keep digging and digging? Because they want to keep those titles, and your basically ensuring they win by engaging with their stupid bullshit!"

You turned to Roman, who was stunned silent for the first time in a while. He had rarely seen you angry, even when you were kids. You were always the moral compass for the group, keeping their moral up with your caring energy. But you thought that now they needed the hard truth instead of caring words.

"And you need to stop letting your ego cloud your morals. Just because we're family doesn't mean you get a pass to be an asshole." Roman met your challenged gaze, still silent but didn't look as angry as before. Solo stood next to him, a stunned look on his usually stone-cold face as he watched you rip everybody to shreds with a tone you usually reserved for your rivals.

"You all are out of your mind if you think I'm letting everything I worked hard for go to waste because you don't want to get along. Get it together the next time I see you, I'm getting some air." You casted everyone a look before grabbing your jacket, slipping it on and leaving the room.

You franticly sped out of the arena, needing to just breathe and feel the cool night air on your skin. The fans were long gone by this time, so you didn't need to worry about being spotted. You sat on a bench, putting your head in your hands and trying to breathe through the haze of anger you felt suffocating you and coursing through your veins.

"Trouble in paradise?" You snapped out of your daze, already knowing who it was and not bothering to pick your head back up.

"Shut up, Dominik. I'm not in the mood." You mumbled loudly enough for him to hear. You heard him laugh, not taking you seriously. "Ooh, the full name this time. What happened to Dom? Am I in trouble?"

You picked your head up, glaring at him. "I said I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone and find someone else to bother."

He stopped laughing, realizing you weren't joking. "What happened?"

"None of your concern. Are you deaf? Leave. me. alone." You made a move to stand up, but he pushed you back down gently, sitting down next to you.

"Can you not be annoying for once and actually listen to me?" You spat at him, trying to stand up again but he grabbed your waist, restraining you.

"What happened?" He repeated, seeing your eyes glazed with anger. He had never seen you this mad outside of the ring before, and it made him unnerved for it to be directed at him. You were usually playful with him, sometimes having mean banter with your character work but you both didn't mean any of it. But you were never like this.

"Family business." You finally answered him, short and clipped. You tried looking away from him but he gently grabbed your cheek.

"Look at me, mi corazon." You tried to ignore the way the pet name made your stomach tighten with butterflies and listened to him, looking deep into his eyes, distracting yourself with his brown orbs that almost made you forget about your anger. Almost.

"What did your family do?" You felt the anger rush back and you mockingly chuckled. “Jimmy and Roman keep starting arguments on literally anything instead of focusing on winning. Now everybody thinks were weak and vulnerable, even though I've done nothing but pull my weight!" You huffed out, breaking out of his grip and standing up, clenching your fists. You muttered to yourself angrily, wanting to scream, hit something, do anything to let out the frustration gnawing at you.

But Dominik stood up with you, grabbing your wrists, and yanking you back into his arms. You scowled at him, trying to pull away from him. “Let go of me!”

“Not until you breathe, mi vida.” He held your wrists in one hand and grabbed your face with the other, softly caressing your face, his heartbeat and husky smell of his cologne invading your scenes.

“Look at me, mi amor.” Dominik instructed, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you ignored the way your stomach churned everytime he spoke Spanish to you and kept trying to pull your wrists away from him. But he opted for letting go of your face, bringing your head into his chest, and you felt his hot breath near your ear as he nuzzled his head into your neck. "Cálmate, carino."

Screw him and his stupidly hot Spanish. You felt yourself melt into him, some calmness washing over you the longer you were in his arms. He let go of your wrists, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, shivering when he laid feather-light kisses onto your neck.

Dominik continued kissing your neck, loving the feeling of you in his arms and shivering under his touch. He waited for your breathing to slow down to let you go, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, not wanting you out of arms reach.

"You better now, sweetheart?" You nodded, you still felt that haze of anger but it wasn't at strong as before. "I need words, baby.”

"I'm better now, Dom." You grabbed his free hand and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

"I can tell now that you called me Dom." You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk and grabbed the hand that was around your shoulder and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

“Do you have a ride back? Dominik asked, to which you shook your head. “I was too mad at the boys to drive with them, so I’ma just get an uber-”

“You’re riding with me.” You gave him an amused smile at his demanding tone, it was usually the other way around.

“You sure you don't need mami's permission for that?" You giggled when he yanked you closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forhead leaning against yours and his lips so, so close to yours.

"You know more than anyone I don't need her permission." Dom pushed his lips onto yours, kissing away your smirk and losing himself in the taste of you. God, you were addicting.

You kissed him slowly at first-as if you wanted to torture him-and he hated and loved you for it. He groaned into your mouth when you snuck a hand up to his hair, pulling it just the way you knew he liked it and kissing him even harder, your tongue slipping into his mouth. His fingers dug into your waist almost painfully as you clung to him, his touch burning your skin in the best way and you pulled his hair harder in response.

You pulled away first, the both of you panting and out of breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling brightly at him when he leaned into your touch. You felt the heat creep back up looking at him, his hair slightly touseled and his muscles showing through his dark black tee. You felt the urge to kiss him again, so you did. He laughed into your lips, letting you steal another kiss before pulling away. “I meant what I said before. I'm not letting you go into a random car by yourself in the middle of the night just because you're mad at your idiot brothers."

"They are not idiots."

"They are if they decided to make you angry." You laughed, playfully nudging him, and he grinned before brushing your hair out of your face. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him gaze at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." You bit your lip, struggling to choose between your stubbornness or giving in to what you want. As if sensing your internal conflict, Dominik caressed your face, running his thumb over your lips, making you break out of your stupor. He smirked when you instinctively parted your lips, it’d been too long yet your bodies still remembered each other.

"Please?" You couldn't refuse him, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted to think of.

"Fine, but I get to have the aux." Music was the last thing on your mind, but he didn't need to know that. At least not right now.

"Deal, but only cause you have great taste."

"You're right. I do have great taste." You eyed him up and down, winking at him and giving him a smirk that made him utterly weak for you. "Lead the way. You're driving."

The drive was quiet, music playing softly in the background as you put a hand on Dom's thigh, inching higher and higher the closer you got to the hotel. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to get himself under control. You grinned seeing him like this, letting you be in charge. You needed to release your anger and have a stress reliever, and he was more than willing to let you use him as one. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before you knew it, you were at the hotel. You kept your hands to yourself until you went into the elevator, and as soon as its doors closed, you were all over Dominik, gripping his shirt and pushing him against the wall, giving him a searing kiss.

He welcomed it, kissing you back just as hard, moaning into your mouth when you bit his lip. He grabbed your legs and hoisted you onto his waist as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get dizzy in his arms, letting out a whine when he slid his tongue against your lip to draw it between his teeth. Your mind switched off, and all you could do was feel feel feel. Feel his bruising grip on your legs, his lips nibbling and biting any part of your mouth he can find, the heat growing in between your legs, his muscles flexing underneath your arms as you both turned each other into a writhing mess.

Your back hit something cold, and you pushed Dom away instinctively and opened your eyes, realizing you were in front of the hotel room. He whined at the loss of contact, his mouth moving to your neck, and you groaned and arched into him when he sucked a sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Fuck, do that again." You demanded, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned your head on the wall, giving him more access to your neck. Dom let out an airy chuckle. You were hot when you got bossy. "Whatever you want, Mamacita." He murmured into your skin, obeying and kissing that same spot, trying to distract himself from the way your whines and whimpers were going straight to his dick long enough to get his keycard and open the room.

He brought you both into the room, setting you on the bed, hovering over you, and capturing your lips with his. Any coherent thoughts he had melted away as you deepened the kiss, distracting him with your tongue hot and probing in his mouth.

You took this opportunity to roll the both of you over and switch your positions, not breaking the kiss. You laid on top of him, gripping his shoulders for balance, and grinded your hips against his, internally smirking when Dominik threw his head back, hissing. You did that again, and again and again until he gripped your hips to stop you.

“Too much?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his neck, enjoying him writhing against you. He shook his head, but he could still see the hesitation in your eyes as you stopped kissing his neck. He snuck his hands underneath your jacket and shirt, rubbing circles onto your soft skin, feeling you relax into him.

"Don't be afraid to take your anger out on me. I can handle it." You picked your head up at those words, moving off from him and giving him a questioning look, wanting to be sure he wasn't uncomfortable. He gave you a sexy smirk that had you internally melting in response, shrugging off his shirt. You took off your own, muscled chest heaving as he eyed your bloodline jacket you threw across the room.

"You'd look better in my jacket." You rose a challenging brow, taking off your bra, smirking when Dom's head snapped down to your chest. You leaned down to his ear, sneaking your hand down to his jeans. Your boobs were pressed against his chest and hot breath against his skin making him shiver. You knew just how to drive him crazy.

"Treat me right tonight and maybe I will wear it." You nipped his skin harshly and palmed his dick at the same time. A moan ripped out of him as he arched into your hand, the last strand of composure he had slipping away from him as you continued to palm him.

"Ahh, please, please...don't stop." He pleaded, the rough material of his jeans rubbing into him deliciously and your hands already felt so good. You were making him feel like he was in heaven and you'd barely even begun.

He whined when you moved your hand away, trying to buck his hips up but you pushed his hips down, giving him a glare. "Did I tell you to move?"

"I'm sorry, mi amor-" Dom tried to mutter out as an apology, but you shook your head, cutting him off.

"I'll let it slide this time, but don't do it again. Did you forget that I'm in charge tonight, mi cielo?" He shook his head, his skin heating up and dick getting harder at your words. If speaking Spanish drove you absolutely crazy, imagine how it made him feel.

"Good. Now take off your pants." He obeyed, and you moved off him so he could sit up and pull them off. Once they were off, you moved on top of him, sitting on his chest. He gave you a pleading look, hands itching to touch you. You nodded, and his lips went to suck one of your boobs, his hands massaging your other one.

"Ahh...fuck Dom." You moaned out, the heat between your thighs only intensifying at the feeling of his warm mouth and soft lips sucking on your nipple. You tangled your fingers through his soft hair, biting your lip to contain your moans so the entirety of the hotel filled with wrestlers and your friends didn't hear you. He licked and nibbled at it making you arch your back and stifle your moans. He smirked into your skin, flicked your other nipple until it hardened, before biting and sucking his way down your chest and belly, your skin on fire from his touch.

Before his hands could travel lower, you pressed your hand against his chest. He quickly pulled away once he felt you pushing him, concerned eyes scanning your body for any injury or discomfort.

"Are you okay, Hermosa? Did I hurt you?" He asked, giving you another once over before you cupped his face to stop making him worriedly look into your eyes.

“No baby, you’d never hurt me.” You gave him a comforting look, reassuring him. He looked into your eyes for anything that said otherwise, and once he found none he let out an internal sigh of relief, letting himself lean into your touch. As much of an asshole he made himself to be on TV, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

You smiled when he leaned into your touch, stroking his cheek. You loved seeing this side of him he only reserved for you.

“I just thought you’d like it better like this.” You pushed him until his back hit the bed, straddling him. He groaned when you hovered over his face, his lips inches away from tasting your glistening wet pussy.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me, mami?” Dom whined out, his voice husky with need as he gripped your thighs, trying to pull you down. You held onto the headboard before he could, stopping his attempts. “Please, let me taste you, mami.” He pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes that you would fall for in any other circumstance. But you'll give him what he wants soon enough.

“Listen to me and I will.” You smirked at how quickly he quieted down at that, nodding at you. “This night is about me. I'm in control. Don't forget that, and maybe, I'll give you a reward. You understand, baby?”

"I understand, mi amor," Dom answered, his voice almost turning into a whine as he tried to control himself from yanking you and tasting you, he didn't want to risk a punishment from you.

"Good boy.” You cooed, the nickname and your sickly sweet tone making his cock harden even more. But he didn't have time to think about it because you were lowering yourself down, sitting on his face.

Your knees buckled and you immediately let out a moan as Dom sucked your clit harshly, hungrily eating you out and groaning into your pussy, making you moan even more.

It was like an out of body experience; you didn't register the moans coming out of you as he licked and toyed with your clit, egged on by the pretty sounds coming out of you. You grinded your face against him when he licked up and down your cunt, his tongue lapping at your folds. He gripped your thighs even tighter, and let you grip his hair and use him as you pleased.

Your moans got more high pitched and shakier as he used his mouth and strong jaw to work every inch of you, holding you tighter as you squirmed against him. He could tell you were getting closer to he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again, causing you to moan loudly and thread your fingers into the sheets. "F- fuck, oh my god, don't stop, Dom." You cried out.

"I don't plan on it, baby. " He mumbled, his words muffled under your pussy. You moaned at the vibrations of his voice that felt so good against your pussy and sent shivers straight up your spine, threatening to send you over the edge. He noticed your reaction and continued to mumble incoherently as his tongue played with your clit, making you get closer and closer to your high.

You shut your eyes when the pleasure became too much, clenching the sheets even tighter as you came with loud moans that sounded like music to Dom's ears. He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking and slurping your juices up until you were gripping his hair gently and trying to push him away.

Dominik tasted your pussy one last time before coming up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. He looked so pretty, hair matted and messy, his face red and lips soaked with your cum that you could taste as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

"Do I get my reward baby?" He asked, pulling away from the heated kiss, pupils blown out with lust. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as your lips kissed his sensitive skin, meeting his lips again.

"Of course sweetie, as long as you promise to fuck me so hard I forget everything but you."

He gave you a devilish smile that made your lower body heat up again, and in one swift move scooped you up effortlessly and turned your positions around, smirking down at your naked form.

"I promise. And you know I don't break my promises, mi corazon." His voice dropped into a low sexy whisper, eyes never leaving you like he couldn't wait- needed- to have you right then and there. He gave you one last smirk before lowering down and kissing you with intensity, with passion, like he was trying to tell you all the ways you made him high on you, how you were like a drug that he couldn't let go even if he wanted to.

And as his hands lowered down again, and found that one spot that made your eyes roll back and his cock ache when your body arched into him as if you couldn't get enough of his fingers, he knew he definitely did not want to let you go.

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You stirred awake gently, shifting under the sheets and feeling warmth surrounding you. Your tired limbs ached as you groggily turned, snuggling and trying to get closer to the heat, feeling a cool breath over your skin. It wasn't until you felt a soft, familiar breath against your neck that your eyes fluttered open, seeing Dominik 's face leaned in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

You smiled at his sleeping form that was cutely attached to you like a koala bear, like he couldn't get enough of you even while he was sleeping. You managed to move away from him just enough to get your phone from the nightstand, laughing quietly when Dom quickly pulled you back into his arms.

You snuggled back into his arms, turning on your phone and seeing the multiple missed calls and new messages you had come through from the twins, Paul and Solo, and surprisingly Rhea while your phone was silent while you and Dom were definitely the opposite. You didn't even bother opening Paul, Jimmy or Romans messages, you didn't have the energy for it.

You opened Rhea’s message first, the two of you were close but she only texted you for emergencies, so you were a bit worried.

DOM’S DOM So, did you and Dom Dom have fun last night?

You weren’t surprised. It was like she had a sixth sense for when you and Dom hooked up.

Yes, we did. I’m not even gonna ask how you know. Mami always knows sweetheart. Bit disappointed you didn’t come to my room though. I haven’t seen you in forever! I can see you later if you let me use you as a cover.. please? Can't exactly tell my brothers about Dominik, can I? You know I can’t say no to you and I can't resist seeing your cute little ass. Catch you later, princess. 🖤 Thank you! See you later babe💗

JEY<3

Yo sis, I know you still mad but I ain't asking you to talk to them, but at least let me know if you're safe or not.

You smiled at his concern, texting him back. He was one of the few in your family who didn't annoy you, aside from Solo.

Yeah, I'm good, just resting up. Just know I'm not mad at you though, just those two bozo heads. See you later <3

You then opened, and frowned, at Solo’s message.

Solo<3

So you with a guy?

There was no way he knew. You weren’t even at the same hotel?! Why and how the hell did he suspect it?

No, I was rooming with Rhea last night. Why are you asking? Just making sure you good. Roman’s kinda pissed at you. He wants to see you later. I’m good, and Roman can stay pissed for as long as he wants. I said nothing but the truth.

You shut your phone off, not wanting to think about your family acting like man children any longer.

You smiled and let out a sigh when you felt Dom trail kisses down on your neck, it was like he could read your mind. It was one the many things you loved about him; he knew what you needed before you yourself even knew. You leaned back, giving him more access to your neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. He continued kissing your skin for a few more moments before propping himself up and meeting your eyes, a soft smile on his face as he took you in.

“You sleep well, hermosa?” He asked with that husky morning voice you always wanted to wake up to as his eyes raked over your form, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” You admitted, giggling at the satisfied smirk that played on his lips.

"I'm glad I could tire you out." Dom teased you, smirk widening when you leaned closer to him to kiss him. Your fingers tracing a path down his chest as you slowly kissed him, savoring the taste of morning on his lips. His arms pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the desire that had built up during the night.

Breaking the kiss, you traced your fingers lightly along the contours of his jawline, savoring the feel of his stubble beneath your touch. He relaxed into your touch, his hazel eyes gazing at you with a knowing look.

"Your idiot family still bothering you?" Dominik treaded lightly, not wanting to ruin the mood.

You rolled your eyes at the mention of them. "They aren't idiots." You gave him a pointed look when he lifted up a brow and he raised his hands up in defense. "But yes, Roman wanted to meet up with me."

"To apologize to you, right?" Dom moved away from you and sat up when he was met with silence and a guilty look. "Don't tell me your thinking of apologizing to him, mi corazon."

"I don't know, Dom," you sighed, also sitting up and running a hand across your face. "I know Jimmy will apologize to me, he loves me too much to stay mad at me. But Roman would rather drop dead than apologize. And it'll just cause tension if we act like we are in a cold war with each other."

Your heart hurt at the look Dominik was giving you, but you didn't know what else to do except reassure him. "Trust me, it's just easier this way."

"It would be easier if you just joined Judgment Day!"

You sighed and shook your head at Dominiks words. It wasn't the first time he brought it up, and it wouldn't be the last time you refused his offer either. After all those late nights hanging out after shows at Waffle House or other rendezvous activities you'd have, with the two of you cuddled up next to each other, away from the pressure of famous families and overzealous egos, when nothing else but the moon could shine a light on your innermost thoughts, was when he would gain the courage to ask you.

You always looked like you were close to considering it, but it would turn morning and all signs of even maybe accepting it would wash away and be replaced with fear and with you bringing up Roman. And he'd drop it, but he never understood why you did. He could protect you, give you the power you wanted with the Judgment Day! Why didn't you trust him? Why were you so scared of Roman?

"You know more than anyone I can't do that, Dom."

"But you can! You want to stay at the top, we can keep you there!" Dominik insisted, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. "The guys will like you, and Rhea already loves you! We won't treat you like Roman. He treats you like—"

"Like family." you finished his sentence, a hint of bitterness in your voice and a look Dominik couldn't place on your face. "And that's why I can't leave him. At least, not right now." 

Dominik perked up at your last sentence, his eyes searching yours for a hint of understanding. "Not right now?" he questioned, hope flickering in his gaze.

You gave him a small smile, the look in your eyes telling more than words could. "Not right now."

And that was all the confirmation he needed. He didn't need to know anything else- he knew you'd handle it and come to him when the time was right.

His smile mirrored yours as you moved closer to him, your tone shifted from serious to teasing, wanting to change the tense mood. "But until then, don't get in trouble with my family. Solo already suspects us, I don't need him trying to beat your ass."

Dominik laughed, wrapping an arm around you, the tension between you two dissipating as he responded, "Baby don't worry, you know I can take him."

You gave him an amused smile and leaned into him. "Oh, is that why you were hiding behind Rhea last night?"

Dominik chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I wasn't hiding behind her! I was just... checking out the best angle to hit him, y'know?"

"Mhm, whatever you say baby." You mocked him, giggling at the pout he gave you and deciding to kiss it off of him. Dominik couldn't help but smile against your lips as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours.

Breaking the kiss, you grinned up at him before looking up at the clock and seeing the time.

"Speaking of Rhea, I promise I would hang out with her later. So I better get out of bed before she beats me up." You barely made a move to get out of bed before Dominik whined and pulled you on top of him.

"Can't you stay here longer? She can wait." Dominik pleaded with puppy dog eyes, begging you to stay with him.

You couldn't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes and how he pulled you back onto the bed. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Dominik grinned, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled your neck. "So, does that mean you're staying?"

Your hands gently played with the ends of his hair, "How about this? We hop in the shower, make up for lost time, and once we're all clean and pretty, we can go grab some breakfast, and then I'll meet up with Rhea. Deal?"

Dominiks face lit up with a mischievous grin at the thought of you in the shower with him.

"Deal!" he replied enthusiastically, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. He then reluctantly let you go and climbed out of bed, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you out of bed and lead you to the bathroom. As soon as all of your clothes were shed and the water was on, Dominik picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours, lifting you and bringing the both of you in the shower.

"Dominik... Not now." You managed to protest between kisses as the warm water cascaded over both of you. He ignored your protests in favor of the moans sputtering out of you as he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking harshly into your supple skin.

"Hermosa, I want to taste my breakfast right now." He mumbled into your skin, addicted to the blissed out expression on your face as continued kissing you, lowering himself onto his knees. He was just enamored and completely addicted to you and the hold you had on him.

And you couldn't get enough of him either, just as addicted to him as he was to you. He was just purely addictive- his personality, his charm, his aura,  just him. And as you grabbed a fistful of his hair on the back of his head and guided him right where you wanted him, you knew two things.

Rhea would kill you both after this.

And 2, that you were officially a goner for Dominik. The man who many on the roster called a snake, a manipulative, a liar, a sell out. A man who burned everything he hurt to the ground.

But you wanna know what the scary part was? That you didn't even care.

Not one bit.

And if you got burned?

You would gladly get engulfed in flames if somewhere in that fire you'd get the warmth of his love.

[ripleylove]

The only reason I smile.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader with the prompt "You're not broken, you're human and not everyone is willing to accept and understand it, but I am"?

pairing: Dominik Mysterio x fem reader.

genre: fluff

summary: after hearing the bad comments about himself even after winning the intercontinental championship,Dominik got really upset,but you,his tag team partner and his girlfriend,decided to cheer him up.

A/N: I'm feeding my dom dom girls lately 🤭

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As he entered the ring for his new match,Dominik already heard loud and proud boo's,and he was pissed off.

Why couldn't they let him talk? Why did they have to hate on him?

Meanwhile,you,at ringside,frowned. People are actually so mean to him without a reason,and this frustrated you.

You and Dominik were tag team champions,and Dominik had a match against Sami Zayn for the intercontinental championship; so of course you were gonna be at ringside to support him as his girlfriend and as his team partner.

While Sami Zayn was making his entrance with his belt slung over his left shoulder, Dominik looked at you and blew a kiss,to which you giggled,and you made a catching motion to capture the kiss.

When the bell signaled the start of the match,you mouthed 'good luck' to Dominik,and you knew he was going to win.

This was one of Dominik's best matches,he was agile and he had a lot of strategy,that we learned together while training.

Your boyfriend was giving Sami a hard time,and he even hit a spear on him.

That spear gave Dominik the chance to pin Sami to the ground,which he did.

1,2,3!

The last sound of the referee hitting the mat,made you scream from happiness,and soon,the sound of Samantha announcing the new champion filled your ears.

"And the new intercontinental champion, Dominik Mysterio!"

He happily held the belt up high,but his happiness didn't last long.

As you were next to him in the ring,you could hear all the negative comments between all the bio's and the thumbs down of the public.

Your grip on his hand tightened in encouragement,while the two of you left the ring with his theme music blasting in the arena.

Going down the ramp and backstage,many wrestlers stopped by to compliment Dominik and his match,that,for many's affirmations,was his best one.

But,you didn't see the usual spark in his eyes,and his smile always disappeared after someone who was talking to him left.

So,you decided to discover the reason of his disappointment.

Leading him to your shared locker room,you tried to avoid his questions about where you were going,and your only purpose was to go in your locker room.

Closing the door behind you,he was led on the couch,with you sitting next to him.

You took his hand in yours and you asked the awaited question;

"Why are you so sad,mhm?"

After you asked,you could see his eyes slightly starting to water,and you pulled him in a comforting hug.

"Oh,baby." You said while caressing his long and luscious brown hair. "You should be happy, you're the intercontinental champion! What's got you so down?"

"It's the fact that- that people wanna see me fall so bad everytime,even if I win. You heard all the bad comments I received after I won,why do they always gotta be so mean." He said,sniffling in the middle of the sentence,and you swore that your heart almost broke completely.

He was right,the way everyone always had to say something bad about him,even if he had talent and charisma.

"So,listen to me: don't care about what people think,okay? They want to make you feel like you don't deserve your championship and that you don't deserve to be where you are now,just because you had problems with your father." You said,while wiping the tears that were starting to dry on his slightly red and soft cheeks.

"Just because you might have some struggles,it doesn't mean that they are authorized to treat you like that,after all the pain and the sacrifices you endured. You're not broken, you're human and not everyone is willing to accept and understand it, but I am"

You hugged him even tighter,and he giggled as you started to slowly tickle his sides.

"Now,come on, you're the champ tonight! Let's have fun!" You excitedly said,and you dragged him out of the shared locker room door,with his laughs echoing through the whole backstage hallway.

Nobody had to judge him so badly,and they were wrong,because they don't know what's behind the mask.

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[slutforwwewomen]

Vampires Aren’t Real…”

summary - You just had a match with Rhea Ripley, during the match, after Rhea hit you so hard it busted your lip, she licked the blood off her hands and fingers. Backstage, you asked her why she decided to do that.

Warnings - Blood, Suggestive Explicit Content, Choking, Gagging and all that good stuff! (No smut! If you guys like this one, I’ll make a part two with smut. 😉)

You currently are in a match against the Women’s World Champion, Rhea Ripley, for her title.

Rhea had punched you so hard, she busted your lip. You saw a devious look on her face when the blood started running.

Almost as if she…did it on purpose?

She rolled back in the ring, right in front of the camera, and licked her fingers and hand of your blood.

Rhea had done this before of course, but she looked like she enjoyed that a bit too much.

You finally get back up to your feet, rolling in the ring yourself.

You tried to punch her, but she blocked you, grabbing your fist.

“You’re to weak..” She says to me.

She twisted your arm, bending you ways the human body shouldn’t bend.

You let out a blood curdling scream.

Blood still running down your busted open lip.

You probably need stitches for it.

She slowly, but strongly pushes you down to the ground on your knees. Overpowering you completely.

Rhea has an intense glare on her face as she looks down at you, slightly tilting her head and smirking.

Then…

She head-buts you.

She picks your weak body off the ground and lifts you up for the riptide.

Rhea pins you with her famous pin, and…

1…2…3.

You’re layed flat out on the mat. Out of breath, eyes closed.

Rhea rolls off top of you, sitting on the ground with that same grin on her face.

As the ref brings Rhea her title, she stands up, takes it and walks back over to you, leaning down over your face.

She reached out, grabbed your hair to hold your head steady, and wiped your face with the title.

You squirm in pain, Rhea literally shoving the cold and rigid surface on your open gash.

She pulls the now bloody title back, and grins at it for a split second. Like she physically enjoys doing this to you.

She brings the title to her face and licks your blood off it.

“What the fuck.” You mumble out.

She starts laughing hysterically before backing up and exiting the ring.

All 3 matches you’ve had, she’s made you bleed and you’ve spotted her licking the blood off of herself.

But this…this was different.

After she walks to the back, you exit a minute or two after her, your legs wobbly from the riptide you just took.

You get to the back, walking to the locker room.

One of the medical workers comes up to you and asks to check your lip but you tell them you’ll check back later.

All you wanna do is get changed into something comfortable and get the drying blood off of your face.

As you enter the locker room, you’re met with Rhea.

She’s sitting on the bench, just staring.

“Good job out there.” She says to me, nonchalantly.

“Thanks.” You say to her, slightly smiling.

You walk to your cubby in the locker room, grabbing your bag so you can clean off in the bathroom and get changed.

You turn around and now, Rhea and you are face to face.

She’s holding a wet napkin.

“Can I?” She asks. Motioning to the napkin.

You nod your head.

She places one hand on the side of your head, and brings the other with the cold napkin in hand up to your lip.

You flinch at first due to the sting.

She gently wipes it off, being as careful as possible.

“Rhea.” You say.

“Hmm?” She pulls back to look at you. Removing her hand and throwing the bloody napkin away.

“What was that out there? The whole…blood thing.” You say.

Her face, inches away from yours.

You feel a sense of coldness radiating in the room now.

Rhea doesn’t answer your question.

She just inches closer to you.

And closer…

Your eyes widen.

What is she doing?

She presses up against you. Moving her face in the crook of your neck.

You feel her suddenly…smell you?

She pushes harder against you.

Her body.

Suddenly cold as ice.

“Do you believe in Vampires..?” She asks you.

“Why- are you asking me that?” You breathily ask.

She pulls back from the crook of your neck.

“Just answer me.” She says.

“I like the idea of them…I think they’re cool, but they don’t exist.” You say.

“Wrong.” Rhea says.

What is she talking about?

Rhea leans into your neck once more.

She licks the side of your neck.

“Shit!” You blurt out. “Rhea, what if someone comes in here! The doors open!” You say to her.

Suddenly, you feel a rush of wind.

A blink of the eye.

Somehow the door is now shut.

Rhea pressed against you exactly the same as before. As if time hasn’t passed.

Oh my god.

“Holy shit.” You blurt out again.

“I’m gonna ask you again. Do you believe in Vampires?” She says to me.

“I- I can’t…What’s going on. Rhea, what- what was that.” I ask her, now freaked out as ever.

You wonder if you’re having a nightmare or something.

“No. You’re not having a nightmare.” She says to me.

What the fuck. How did she know what you were thinking?

Rhea suddenly takes her hand and places it around your neck.

Slowly squeezing.

“Out of everyone I’ve tasted…you by far are the best tasting human.”

“Shit, Rhea, please…don’t hurt me.” You say to her.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She says, even though you feel her grip tighten even more.

But…as she tightened her grip, you can feel yourself growing wet.

You look at Rhea, dead in the eyes. The mood changing between you two. You were scared just a moment ago, but now…you were as horny as ever.

She suddenly leans into you, kissing your lips.

You close your eyes. She removes her hand from your throat, now moving it down your sides.

You kiss her back, as passionately as possible.

The wound on your lip, burning, as you two make out.

But you liked it.

You liked how you felt.

You could taste your own blood.

Rhea pulls away to look at you.

Rhea leans back into your neck, but this time…she connects her mouth to it.

At first she was just giving a regular hickey, and then…

She bit you.

You groaned in pain, but the pain subsided into pleasure.

You could feel her actually drinking your blood.

You fucking love it.

You feel Rheas hands sliding down onto your boobs, finally reaching them. Each time she takes a swallow of your blood, she squeezes your breasts.

She pulls back from your neck once more.

Her face, covered in blood.

You feel the blood dripping down your neck.

She takes her fingers and wipes it off your neck.

“Open your mouth.” She says in a demanding tone.

You do what she says, and open your mouth.

She shoves her fingers in your mouth, wiping the blood on your tongue and she pushed her fingers down your throat.

You slightly gag at this sensation, but fuck do you like it.

She pulls her fingers back out and you close your eyes for a moment due to exhaustion.

You feel her let go and back away from your body.

You open your eyes then one moment she’s there.

The next, she’s gone.

( AN - Hellooo! Once again, I’m new to writing. I didn’t have time to proof read so if there is anything missing or misspelled, that’s my fault! Any tips and advice is much appreciated! 💋)

[damiansgoodgirll]

Heyyyy I just read your JD X reader, who's like the baby of the group, and, omg, it was adorable.🩷🩷🩷

Could you go more into detail about A guy hitting on the reader, making them uncomfortable at the bar, and JD (specifically Rhea, but you can choose) helping them?

I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS WAS READY IN MY DRAFTS TO POST AND I NEVER POSTED IT IM SO SORRY 🥹🥹

the judgment day x reader (platonic) - jd is not in this sorry not sorry

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

‼️reader being harassed by creepy men, touching without consent, a little angst, fluff and comfort

enough is enough

“do we have to?” dominik pouted like a little baby as you and damian were looking for a place to end the night after an incredible victory on tonight’s episode of raw.

“just for a few hours” rhea tried to reason with him. in all honesty, she wanted to go out and release some stress. she wanted to spend some time with her friends apart from the company and work.

while you and damian were looking on google what club you should hit, finn was finishing getting ready.

“just a few hours” dominik reasoned with rhea and she happily smirked when she heard those words coming from his mouth.

there was this club downtown, damian thought that it would be cool to try it and you all agreed.

sandwiched between finn and dominik, damian and rhea sitting in the front as they were singing their metal songs, making you chuckle from time to time.

once you got there, damian spotted a quiet table away from the chaos of people dancing. he thought it would be perfect so you could still talk and have fun without screaming over the loud music. as you sat down and ordered some drinks, you eyed two men staring at you. thinking that they might have been fans you quickly dismissed it and sipped your drink as nothing happened. but as time passed by, you couldn’t help but feeling someone’s eyes over you, watching you.

“who wanna dance?” rhea woke you from your trance.

of course damian said yes and in less than two seconds he was already hitting the dance floor followed by rhea dragging dominik.

finn stood back, enjoying his drink as he happily watched his friends having fun. you hesitated for a minute but when you saw that those two men were nowhere to be seen - thinking that they might have left the club - you relaxed a little and joined rhea and your friends on the dance floor.

dancing and laughing with damian as rhea tried to get dominik to loose a little. finn watching you all and taking videos of you to post on his stories.

it was just a normal night with your best friends.

but it took only a minute for you to separate from the rest of the group as you went quickly to the toilet that when you came back it felt like the crowd multiplied. you couldn’t spot rhea or damian, neither dominik. you couldn’t see finn sitting at the table - you couldn’t even see the table. panicking a little you tried to make your way into the crowd, walking between drunk and sweaty bodies. the smell in the air was thick and you started feeling nauseous.

minutes of waking and yet you couldn’t spot your friends.

suddenly you felt a rough hand circling your waist, almost dragging you out of the dance floor. you couldn’t see as you were standing giving your back to that man but it was a stranger’s touch. not comforting as rhea or damian. you felt him holding you by the hips as he turned you around and pushed you into the wall, near the toilet. you recognized his face - he was one of the man who was watching you as you walked into the club - and before your mind could register what was happening, you saw the second man approaching you.

“we saw you before with your friends” the first man spoke, his eyes never leaving your face. his breath smelled like cigarette and whiskey, it was making you even more nauseous “and me and my friend wondered what is a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this” he smirked, seeing how you were trying to free yourself.

“no baby” the second man, probably the older one spoke up “you’re not going anywhere” again, with a smirk too, he tried to put fear in you.

and he was doing it right. you weren’t afraid. you were terrified. you’ve neve been in a position like that. you were a wrestler for god’s sake and yet you felt paralysed in your steps.

squirming against the man’s body, you tried too free yourself but somehow he was overpowering you, making it impossible for you to move.

“don’t touch me…” you whispered, making the men laugh. the older one moved closer to you, bringing his hand over your back, lowering until he met your butt “i said don’t fucking touch me!” you tried to scream a little louder, hoping that someone could hear you but due to the loud music, your voice was almost like a whisper.

meanwhile, rhea and damian realised that you were missing. they didn’t know for how long - one second you were there dancing with them, one second later you were gone.

“where is she?” rhea whispered scanning the room trying to look for you.

damian, who was much taller, tried to see if he could recognise you from your hair but nothing, you were nowhere to be seen.

something caught damian’s eyes. he saw two men standing in front of something or more like someone. he couldn’t see the person behind but from how the men were imposing themselves on the possible victim , made damian’s blood boil. he called rhea and pointed out the scene so she could see what was going on too.

as she was standing there next to damian, something caught her attention - she would have recognised those sparkly shoes everywhere “oh shit…it’s her” she whispered not even sure damian heard that. she sprinted off to the little corner where you were and with damian following behind, she was able to get them away from you “get lost!” she screamed. both of them laughed at her reaction, definitely not intimidated by her or damian.

“enough!” damian screamed, his voice loud made a few people turn their heads.

“why?” the old man laughed “we were just having fun.”

“i said enough!” damian screamed a little more, his voice dark “get the fuck out of here before i call the bouncer” - damian was beyond mad.

in the meantime rhea moved past the men and carefully shielded you with her body. feeling how badly you were shaking, she let you cry on her shoulder. her hand softly scratching your back “it’s okay love, you’re safe…i got you, i got you pretty girl” but her words made you cry harder.

your mind wasn’t registering that it was over and that you were finally okay.

“it’s okay beautiful…” she kept whispering. rhea saw damian dealing with the two men as he got really mad and dragged them both out of the club.

lost in her arms, she held you while you cried. helping you calm down, making sure that you were okay before moving to the boys.

“can we go back to the hotel please?” your broken voice whispered, making rhea’s heart clench.

“of course baby…let’s go” she held you by the hand as she walked out of the club with you. texting damian that you were both waiting the team outside, he called the boys to let them know that you were about to leave.

finn and dominik didn’t know what happened as they were both chatting at the table but grew immediately worried when they received that text from damian.

they saw you crying in rhea’s arms as they both met you in the parking lot.

“what happened?” finn was looking between rhea and damian, searching for an answer.

damian didn’t answer, too pissed at the men.

“two men harassed her…” rhea whispered softly, trying not to hurt you more than you already were.

“what?” both finn and dom were speechless. why didn’t they see anything?

“we’re going back to the hotel if you don’t mind” rhea’s voice was soft, calming, making you relax against her body.

all of the men nodded.

the air while damian was driving was thick. the only noise in the car were your soft cries as rhea sat next to you and kept holding you.

when you got to the hotel, rhea insisted for you to go to her room instead and you couldn’t say no. in reality you didn’t want to be left alone and being in your team presence was probably the best decision.

as you were changing in her hotel bathroom, rhea softly explained to finn and dom what happened, how the men kept touching you and wouldn’t leave you alone.

you knew she told them what happened because none of them left that room that night. finn constantly checking on you, damian trying to crack a joke from time to time, dominik offering you his snacks and rhea gently rubbing your back as you tried to fall asleep.

your cries stopped and were replaced by soft snoring that made the group laugh.

feeling safe, you let yourself doze off, trying to find peace in your dreams and trying to forget about that awful night.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Ry’s Blurbs!

Prompt: can I request funny ass shit with the Judgement Day & Bloodline?!

Request: my best friend Josie. 🩷💜💙

The Judgement Day & The Bloodline — Vegas

Las Vegas was supposed to be a chill night.

The plan? Judgment Day and The Bloodline bonding time. Drinks, some light gambling, maybe a few questionable life choices—but within reason.

But, this was Vegas.

And, more importantly, there was Jey Uso and Rhea Ripley.

So, of course, things went horribly wrong.

The night started normal enough.

The group had settled into an exclusive rooftop bar, knocking back drinks and debating some truly pointless topics like:

• Who had the best theme music (Damian nearly got into a fight with Solo over this).

• If Finn legally counted as a full adult (he does not).

• Whether Dom had ever actually paid for his own drink (spoiler: no).

But then, sometime between round six and round “should we call an Uber?”—Someone noticed the problem.

“Yo… where’s Jey and Rhea?” Dom slurred, blinking around like his brain was still buffering.

The entire table went silent.

Roman, who had been sipping whiskey like an exhausted father, immediately tensed. “Find them. NOW.”

Cue full panic mode.

Bloodline and Judgment Day scattered.

• Damian checked the bar. (Nothing.)

• Jimmy checked the bathrooms. (Got cussed out by a woman inside.)

• Solo interrogated a waiter. (Still nothing.)

• Finn climbed onto a poker table for a “better view.” (Got kicked out of the casino.)

After twenty minutes of failure, the group reassembled, completely lost.

“Bro, they vanished like some damn ghosts,” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head.

Solo exhaled sharply, rubbing his face. “This ain’t good.”

Then—

Dom, who was still three shots deep, suddenly pointed across the street.

“Uh… guys…?”

The group turned.

And immediately regretted it.

There, on top of the Bellagio, standing way too close to the edge—

Jey Uso and Rhea Ripley.

Jhea.

Wearing parachutes.

Holding hands.

And singing I Believe I Can Fly.

At the top of their lungs.

“I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYYYY—!” Jey belted dramatically.

“I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKYYYYY—!” Rhea harmonized flawlessly.

The group lost their collective minds.

“NO, NO, NO—!” Roman’s soul left his body.

His heart slammed against his chest, eyes wild, vein on his forehead about to burst.

“DON’T JUMP, YOU STUPID MOTHERFU—!”

Too late.

Rhea and Jey leaped—

And parachuted off the Bellagio.

Judgment Day and Bloodline screamed.

Jimmy? Cheering like a lunatic.

Finn? Absolutely losing his shit.

Solo? Bent over, wheezing.

Damian? Calmly recording like a proud father.

Dom? Still drunk and confused.

Roman? Having a full mental breakdown.

“I’m gonna kill them,” he muttered, pacing back and forth. “I’m actually gonna kill them.”

Fifteen minutes later, Jey and Rhea strolled back into the group like nothing happened.

Jey? Completely unbothered. “Bruh, that was amazing—”

Roman immediately grabbed him by the collar. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!”

Rhea was grinning, high-fiving Jimmy. “Did you see that? We were FLYING, bro!”

Solo—still trying to process the stupidity—turned to Damian. “How… did they even get up there?”

Damian just shrugged, sipping his drink. “I stopped asking questions five drinks ago.”

“AND WHY WERE YOU SINGING R. KELLY?!” Roman yelled, still losing his mind.

Jey shrugged, adjusting his shirt. “Felt appropriate.”

Rhea nodded seriously. “Big inspirational vibes, Uce.”

Roman? On the verge of yet another breakdown. “I need to lay down.”

That night, as they all stumbled back to their hotel, Roman made one thing very clear.

“From this day forward, we NEVER speak of this night again.”

Judgment Day and Bloodline nodded.

Then Jey—the absolute menace that he is—smirked. “Sooo… when we doing it again?”

Roman lunged at the younger twin.

[all-risejd]

After Shine Part 2 (Damian Priest x OC) (Eventual The Judgment Day x OC)

Dominik

July 4 – San Diego, California

Summer Slam in 2020 might have been the proverbial start to Dominik Mysterio’s career in the WWE, but it had also been the end of his semi-normal private life. His high school sweetheart had left him shortly after because his time on the road was ‘too much’ too hard for her, and for a brief stint he’d fallen into sleeping with his best friend, Danika. He and Danika shared a set of twins, named Delarosa Analucia Raquel (they call her Rosa) and Domenico Andrés Felipe (they call him Nico), but they’d kept that largely underwraps for his career. For the first time in months Danika was at a show tonight, with both almost eighteen month olds (wearing noise canceling earphones) in her arms. He picked her out easily in the crowd, from the backroom when the camera spanned the crowd a second and third time, the babies were rocking little Mysterio onesies, with his and Rey’s logo on the chest, if they were facing forward, she was standing with Aalyah and his mom. 

Angie hadn’t been so understanding about him and Danika’s questionable relationship, Danika was almost two years younger than him, and she was probably a little less understanding now, considering Danika was pregnant again. Not that Dominik minded, he liked being a dad. Danika had skipped two grades and the pair had met in middle school, she’d supported him and his dreams from the moment they met, never once had she questioned who his real father was, nor had she asked him about Rey’s legendary matches. She was one of the few people who saw him for him. Angie had been livid, when the twins were born, that Danika and Dominik refused to get married. On the flip of that, his mother was not foaming at the mouth for Aalyah and Buddy Matthews (known as Buddy Murphy or just Murphy), there was an age gap, and they’d had a rollercoaster relationship since they got together in 2020 (although their relationship had started as kayfabe). They’d broken up for a couple of months over the summer, and Buddy had been linked to Rhea Ripley, briefly before he and Aalyah reconciled. 

Tonight - well, it was rumored to be the start of legitimate hell for him. It’s the fourth of July, they had barely made it through one of the biggest pay per views of the year - Money in the Bank, and he was already on edge because he hated that they dropped the titles after only sixty some days as champions, it was a little irritating, but as far as creative cared to explain, it was the beginning of a massive storyline for him. He caught the sweet smile of Danika on the big screen. He loved his best friend, and positively adored her. She might be the only person who openly accepted Aalyah’s odd relationship with Murphy, although he was pretty sure she’d told him off for leading Rhea on (or something along those lines). Danika wasn’t interested in the WWE or their storylines, or participating, Angie had warned her that sometimes there wasn’t an option.

Last year, he could remember taking the twins to see fireworks in whatever town they were in on the road. Danika is lucky that she can travel with them year round, she’s a tiktoker and an influencer. She’s been beyond careful of sharing too much about the twins with the world - instead she had made it a going mystery. Tonight the twins were at their first real WWE show (Danika had come most of her pregnancy, and had shown up for events a few times after that when Angie or Aalyah could watch the twins). He wasn’t looking forward to facing Judgement Day tonight. He still was a bit confused about how he and Rey had become targets for the Judgement Day, but he chalked it up to the fact that his dad and Edge (Uncle Adam) were such close legends. 

“You ok, Dom?” Rey asked from where they were watching the matches in the backroom - Austin Theory had just interrupted Bobby Lashley, and honestly Dominik sort of wanted to see them wail on each other. He gazed at his dad, watched as Rey looked around the room, obviously checking for anyone who might be bilingual before he switched languages, “Tu madre tiene buenas intenciones cuando se trata de Danika, sabes que los ama a ambos. Tal vez deberías pensar en lo que significa tener otro hijo.”

“I know she means well, and we have thought about it, right now neither of us are even remotely interested in casarse solo para apoyar la tradición.” He looked around to make sure no one had heard him, “And a third isn’t going to break the bank account, currently she makes more money than me.” Dominik murmured unbothered, he wasn’t going to marry Danika just because tradition strongly suggested it, he wasn’t going to marry her just because his mom wanted him to. Sure, there was probably honor in doing that, but Danika was more than vocal on the fact that she wanted to marry for love not obligation. Dominik watched as his father seemed to think that over, “Mamá no está exigiendo que Aalyah y Buddy se casen.” 

“That is different, I think your mom still expects him to dip.” Rey hummed, as Austin started yelling about something in the ring, his right and youth or something. Dominik pulled his phone free of his shorts pocket, he tended to wear shorts and a t-shirt over his ring gear until they were ready to go out. “What are you doing?”

“Checking on Danika.” He offered, slowly, because Damian and Finn had entered the room flanked by Rhea who wasn’t medically cleared to be back, and had arrived with street clothes on - she looked adorable in the skinny jeans and oversized black t-shirt. With no cameras on the trio they looked over friendly with one another, joking and laughing. He caught Rhea’s gaze, the woman sent him a wink, he snickered a little bit to himself. They had to hurry out of the room for an interview, so Dominik pushed his phone away, and scurried out of his overshorts. 

“Gentlemen, do you have a response to the inflammatory comments made last week by Finn Balor?”

Dominik should really work on learning who the backstage interviewer are, his phone vibrated in his pocket, as Rey started to take the question, Dominik stopped him, remembering how soft Damian and Finn had looked together without the camera watching them, “Jefe, I got this, what Finn said last week was not only disgraceful but it was very disrespectful.” He knew he was getting stronger on the mic, even Danika had commented on how much more confident he seemed, “And to be honest, there's no one in this business that I would rather learn from than mi jefe.”

Rey hauled him down to kiss his cheek, it made Dominik grin, he loved making his dad proud - even with the looming heel turn all he wanted was to make his dad proud. Rey spoke clearly into the mic then, “I’m not one to brag, but Dominik and I were the first father and son duo to become WWE Tag Team Champions.” That was a feat that no one else would ever be able to take from them, it filled Dominik with pride, and he knew Danika had made a whole scrapbook dedicated to their short reign as champions, “I must be doing something right, as far as tonight goes, Megan,” Oh, so that was her name, Dominik filled that information away for later, “It's been 10 years since I’ve been here in my hometown, San Diego.” The crowd went wild, “This is Dominik’s first match ever here in San Diego.” Dominik couldn’t help but bounce and dance a little in excitement, “Tonight, just because it’s our house, es nuestra casa y nuestra raza, we’re gonna teach the Judgement Day how to respect Los Mysterios in the 619!”

He doesn’t get to check his messages as Rey’s entrance music blares over them - Danika had asked him once, why he didn’t have his own entrance, or why they didn’t have a specific entrance for their tag team but he hadn’t had an answer, and hadn’t been brave enough to ask Rey. The moment they enter with the crowd going crazy is always his favorite thing, it’s the only place he gets to do anything that’s just his, as always Rey hops onto his back, to get a ride halfway down the ring. Dominik meet’s Danika’s  gaze as he climbs onto the rings edge, she shoots him a wink, while both his kids call out for him, he can read their little lips, papaíto. No sooner than the Judgement Day music starts with the lights dim are Damian and Finn on them, Dominik’s head somehow bounces off the bottom lip of the announce table, and all he can see is Danika’s worried face, Aalyah had taken Rosa so Danika could balance Nico easier. He made it back to his feet, and back to the ring during what he assumes must be a commercial break with how slow the action flowed in the minutes that preceded the attack.

Dominik really hates how hard Finn hits, but past that he sort of hates how happy they are about it. Damian was at least kinder to him, guiding him as they locked up - Rey had told him when they first started gaining traction, that when you worked a crowd, you wanted to do it with someone who communicated with you. Damian was always sharing his moves and goals with Dominik, which was much different than the way Rey and he interacted. Finn and Rey are both fast movers, quick and agile, Dominik is still awkward, but he has height, and a different sort of gracefulness. When he went for the 619 Damian caught him, and tossed him into the barrier just in front of Danika, who had handed Nico off to Angie, and bent over the edge of the barrier, the camera was off him, when she hissed, “Levántate Dom, Nico está llorando por ti, y Rosa está ocultando su rostro. Levántate, ahora.”

Grunting he did what she asked, and hurried back to his feet, and back into the fray, sparing a quick glance at his son - eighteen months and worried about him - before he managed to tag in Rey again. His father was in his element, they called him the giant killer , and Damian was one hundred percent a giant. The way to ‘manage’ Rey Mysterio was to keep him grounded, Dominik wasn’t as much of a high flier as his father, but was getting better at it, he was even better at setting his father up for elaborate moves. The kick to the head from Damian didn’t make him feel any better, he hated the thought of leaving Rey alone with them - the Judgement Day weren’t a tag team, and yet they moved and operated like they were in perfect synch. The double 619 felt amazing, he couldn’t wait to reassure his kids later, he realized belatedly that the twins probably didn't recognize their abuelo. Dominik snickered as Rey pulled a move from Eddie Guerrero’s playbook, pretending Finn had hit him with the chair that Damian had pushed into the ring. 

“Latino heat!” Dominik and Rey shimmied together, even as Rey sent a kiss to the heavens, and then kissed Dominik’s cheek, the pair grinning. They had a backstage promo thing to do with the Judgement Day attacking them before the others could join them, Dominik figured it was probably for the best that his kids not see him get roughed up again, and was secretly hoping that security were already leading them through the secret paths back to the backstage area. 

Rey had told him, earlier, that the Judgement Day was going to be sore losers about it - Dominik hadn’t known exactly what to expect, but another hard hit hadn’t been it. It should have been, everything with the Judgement Day was painful to a point. They headed down the hallway just as Dominik caught sight of Finn’s bandana. He and Rey were talking about the match, as the pair came at them from behind, Damian instantly targeting him, while Finn went after Rey. Damian at least had the foresight to tell him to guard his head, since he was throwing him toward the concrete. Referees came running, before Damian could remove Rey’s mask, then Damian said something in Spanish that Dominik didn’t catch. Together they limped toward their dressing room to wait on their familia to join them. 

They wouldn’t have to wait long for Angie, Aalyah, and Danika to make their way backstage to the Mysterio dressing room, to hang out for the rest of the evening. Dominik dropped onto one of the chairs, after he rolled his shoulder. Rey opened the door, when a series of knocks sounded. Danika was the first one into the room, with Rosa and Nico on her hips, the pair were quick to climb into Dominik’s lap, as Danika pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. Buddy (who couldn’t be seen in the arena unless he was competing, and he wasn’t currently signed to the RAW roster) and Aalyah trailed in next, as Angie hugged Rey and kissed his cheeks. “What did you think, mi familia.”

“Que te dieron una paliza en el.” Danika huffed, Buddy snickered as did Aalyah. 

“I did not get my ass kicked.” Dominik shot her a playful look.

“Damian looked like he was working well with you.” Rey hummed, “You two traded some words, yes?”

“Yeah, he was like Konnan, guiding the moves so we both looked good, Finn not so much.” Dominik offered.

“Finn is the Irish one?” Danika asked as she sat down on the metal bench, across from Dominik, “He seemed particularly pissed off tonight.” She glanced at Rey, “Did you forget to smile or something?” 

Rey rolled his eyes, “It's just his nature, hija.” Dominik would always be thankful of how much his parents had accepted and integrated Danika into their lives, since basically middle school. She didn’t come from the best of home situations, but she had made the best of herself, and more often than not she helped Dominik keep his calm head. “Was the match good?”

“It looked great, Pops.” Buddy offered as he sank down not far from Danika, the pair of them friends in their own way, even though she had told him off (loudly) for whatever had happened with Rhea (which still wasn’t clear to Dominik or his parents). “Seriously, it looked fantastic.” He added, “Dominik, your moves are getting smoother, you look so confident.”

Danika

Dominik had apparently driven himself to the arena since they were in San Diego, so she’d offered to ride back with him - Aalyah and Buddy were flying out to the next NXT show, so they took an Uber, Angie and Rey offered to take Rosa and Nico on back to the family house if Dominik and Danika would pick up some groceries on the way home. “Do you have a light?” Dominik asked as they headed out the back entrance of the arena, he had his cigarettes - not that Rey needed to know he was smoking currently - but he didn’t have a lighter, Danika fished one out of her clutch and lit it for him. “Thanks, querido.” He kissed her cheek, “Want to wait for me here, I’ll jog over and get the car, so you don’t have to do anymore hectic walking.” He suggested, as he pressed the palm of his hand against her midsection, she was due in early September. 

“Sure, querido.” She shot back at him, unamused, he was supposed to be working on quitting smoking, she’d quit after all. He wrapped her up in a thin jacket, before he hurried off in a jog, she’d been leaning against the wall for all of five minutes when a tall dark figure approached from the darkened side of the building. Footsteps echoing off the pavement in an almost menacing symphony. 

“Got a light?” He asked, the deep baritone of his voice rushing down her spine like warm caramel.

“You know, asking a pregnant woman is probably a dick move.” She snarked back, eyeing the man who went by Damian Priest, “Luis Martínez, right?” She ventured, as she once more dug the lighter out of her clutch, “And it is beyond creepy that you hide in the shadows stalking people.”

“I was curious, querido.” He parroted the word to her, patronizingly. “You clearly belong to the Mysterios, but I don’t recognize you.” That made her snort, “So I wanted to know more.”

“No, you had an assumption.” She countered, irritated by the man’s bold statement that he didn’t recognize her - she supposed it was fair, it felt like a lifetime to her too, “You assumed that I was dating Dominik, or worse you assumed that I was Rey’s love child, I have heard both so many times it's frankly annoying.” The man before her looked her up and down, “Oh, I know how it looks, but Dom and I are best friends.” She offered, “Have been since middle school.” 

“You are not what I expected.” Damian admitted, “Want to sit down?” He motioned to the steps, hauling his hoodie over his head, and stretching it out for her to sit on, “Don’t want you to get dirty, and you are wrong on both accounts.” He added as she moved to sit, he sank down next to her, his long legs reaching three steps down, comfortably, to bend at his knees. “I heard you, at the barrier.” He took another drag, “You called those babies Dominik’s, which to me means you aren’t his girlfriend, you're his secret.”

“Legally, I can’t agree or disagree with you.” She hummed, “But I can tell you that you're barking up a dangerous tree even asking, and it wouldn’t be me coming after you.” She watched as he flicked his gaze over her again, clearly thinking about it. “Dom says you're a good one, you work with him in the ring, call the moves, help him.” She flicked her gaze over his long form, “Thank you.”

 “What do you mean by that?” He asked, softly.

“I’ve watched him and Rey workout, Rey just… doesn’t tell him things. The ebb and flow thing, you know?” He nodded his head, “You gave him ebb and he flowed with you. He needs someone to teach him that isn’t so…” She paused, “I shouldn’t have said any of that to you.” She admitted, “Look, Martinez you're smart, you’ll figure it out the more you target Dom, but leave me and those kids out of it, I refuse to allow them to be used like Rey and Eddie used Dom, when he was eight.” The anger and aggression in her voice made the tall man in leather shrink away slightly, “My children are not going to be some kayfabe storyline.”

“Hm.” He mused.

“We’ve met before.” She offered him, as she looked over to gaze him up and down, “Four, almost five years ago, when I worked for Danny Cage.” His eyes widened as he looked her over again, “It’s easy to forget the face of a little girl, huh?” She found herself teasing, his face had slimmed up, and his body had gotten more muscular, but his smile and his eyes were still the same in her opinion, the same as the man who’d knocked and Englishman out in Tokyo for getting too handsy with her when she was eighteen and touring with Ring of Honor on Danny Cage’s orders, when she was still cutting her teeth in the Influencer business, when she was still impressionable, and wanted to marry someone who could protect her and adored her like Rey did for Angie. Before she had kids, before she became the Mysterio no one talked about. Damian Martinez was Luis Martinez was Damian Priest, and his eyes still pinned her down in a way that made her feel alive and uncomfortable, but now she recognized it for what it was. Hunger. She wanted this man to always look at her, hell even back then when she was eighteen she’d wanted his attention, she just didn’t know how to explain it.

Lights flickered into view, “You're ride?” He hummed, eyes still tracking her, like he could pin down specific memories, but those had been dark times for him, even with him winning - she could remember how often women and booze had been his retreat, how often she’d been the one packing his luggage in a hurry while they were rushing to get him together and on the next plane, she could remember doing his hair, when he’d managed to run off one too many hairdressers with his violent and at times largely Spanish rants. She’d been the one to clean his cuts more than once, and she’d been the one to stitch his ring gear up. She wondered if he could remember how even with her slight fear of him, she’d never bowed away when he’d asked her for something, yet he’d never given her anything in return. She’d begged him to let her interview him, he’d broken the window of the hotel in response. She’d begged him to just take a picture with her, her phone had to be replaced because he’d tossed it out the window of the bus. He’d tormented her back then, but she’d been a child in his eyes, and largely an insolent one she’d be willing to bet - because Cage always told her to stay away from him, yet she was always the first to volunteer to help him. 

She nodded, then stood, she moved to pull his hoodie up but only caught sight of his retreating form slinking back into the shadows. She looked down at the SAMCRO hoodie, rolling her eyes as she wrapped it around her, maybe Dominik could return it - Luis Martinez was a giant, especially compared to her tiny stature. Dominik hurried to open the door for her, she climbed in, just as he gazed at the hoodie, “Isn’t that Priest’s?”

“Yeah, he kept me company while you were getting the car.” She offered.

“Really?” Dominik shut the door, and rounded the front, “He was nice, right, I don’t need to… like, call him out?”

“I think he’d break you if you tried.” Danika smarted back, “He was asking questions.”

“About us?” Dominik could read the apprehension she supposed.

“About us.” She confirmed, “But he backed off, I think he and I have an understanding.” She offered, as she cuddled into the hoodie she had draped around herself, “Do you think you can manage to return this without it getting awkward or caught on camera?” 

“Should be able to, do you have the list for Mami’s house?” Danika shot him a look, “Of course you do, are you sure about going on the road with me until August? I know how much you hate traveling while pregnant.” He felt her take his hand on the gear shift. 

“Dom, we are familia, even if we aren’t dating. Rosa and Nico love you so much, and right now they can be on the road with you without school getting in the way.” She offered, “Plus I can work from anywhere, and I don’t have familia except for you and yours.” She squeezed his hand, “And I know you're excited about the rental bus instead of flying. Even Rey is stoked.” That was because they were going to spend all this time traveling together before his big scheduled heel turn, not that Danika was supposed to know that. “What store are we going to?” She asked, curiously.

“Uh, probably Wal-Mart, that seems the easiest and maybe no one will notice me.” He shrugged.

She grinned mischievously, “You could wear the hoodie.” She motioned to the one on her lap. She openly giggled when he shot her a mortified look. “He’s nice.” Danika breathed out, “He’s nice, Damian, Luis, whatever you call him. He seemed concerned, there is something about him, Dom, he’s… I can’t explain it.” She decided on, when Dominik gave her a long look, “Just, he’s good, and I think you should trust him.” There was a weight to the statement, Danika hadn’t understood why he’d wanted Rey to train him, she’d felt like he needed a different first trainer, someone who wasn’t so integral to his confidence, she hoped he understood.

[joannasteez]

the sex life of evie moore - nightingale

summary: evie, after some encouragement from rhea, gets comfy with damian priest.

authors notes and warnings: minors do not interact pls! purely self indulgent. contains explicit descriptions of sex and talks of relationships, romantic or otherwise. descriptions of alcohol use.

word count: 8340 (what'd i say? no baby food this go round)

genre: alternative universe - college

"...it felt like breakin' up all over again...", her tone more somber than expected. even with the words known and leaving. 

...sex is polarizing. an un-categorizable system of communication. it's loud. frivolous. quiet. intimate. soft. the greatest liberation. a prison. bending with time to conform to new space. a dimensionless void of possibility. sex is a ladder. a door. the terrible silence of a grimy alleyway. drips of rain and those wicked scuffling boots just beyond the corner. a full breath in the lungs after much time without air. a sacred crossroad where bliss meets the impossible...

abra dezttone is many things. the department chair of the philosophy department. professor of a myriad of elective courses. old. beautifully grey. too tall for such a slippy, delicate voice, and haunting. in the sense that she gives her eyes like she would her hands for a firm shake. an unrelenting contact, with all the knowledge there is to be possessed about one's life from the give of a simple look. real trippy shit that evie does not have time to unpack. 

but most of all, professor dezttone is a lover of fucking essay's. an essayist in her own right. 

the laptop computer screen brightened to such a sharpness that the stabbing pain of it has gotten to be a bit of a normal sensation. momentum waning in evie's fingers. tired and over-worked from all the curt, bent maneuvers and the awful mental ache that comes with running out of brilliance for words. 

...sex is a game. sex is law. used to determine laws. sex is everything. sex is nothing—a box that takes the form of flesh and bone, lined with the terrible nerve of ideas and blood soaked with thoughts and needs and desires...

"am i missing something?" rhea—evie's dorm-mate— stops mid-cut to look up. a faux lost expression slipping in the eyes. "i thought you two broke it off well enough ago". the scissors in hand continuing to crop the shirt she'd been messing with. "who gives a shit about what he's got to say. your body your choice right?" 

a snort cuts, evie closing the too bright laptop screen. "says the woman dressing me up like a metalhead meat puppet just so she can promote her little band". 

"hey". a playful warning singing through. rhea grabbing a wayward piece of fabric to throw at evie's head. "we're not little. we're just...too niche for the normals...an acquired taste for like...more refined palates n'shit...", her manicured nails easing the blade of the scissors against the front of the shirt till its ripping with a bit of a curve. "...plus you made the design. the least that can come of it, is you wearing your skills...". and whatever d.i.y. trick rhea had found online apparently involves safety pins. meticulously piercing them along the cut path she'd made. like a deconstructed mending of the large cut. "...and, i can help out with your little problem".

evie's brows pull together. confused. 

"my problem?"

"getting you out of your comfort zone and head first into a bit of self-service...", a sparkle in her eye that isn't so unfamiliar. twisting gears and a smirk that troubles evie's belly only slightly. "...or rather ass first considering you—"

"whats the plan?" 

"to get you laid obviously". rhea's aussie accent meshing well with bits of sarcasm. holding up her handy work to assess the quality. "but its less "what", more "who". her eyes peaking from behind the few-of-a-kind band-tee. "you know damian well enough right?"

well enough would be a slight overstatement. there was a baseline cordiality set at best, but nothing overly familiar to categorize her knowing him as 'well enough'. a ordinary share of 'hi's', 'goodbye's' and such. he'd—maybe till this very moment— always been a part of a part of a whole, compartmentalized as 'rhea's drummer friend', and set aside to the recesses of some miscellaneous corner of her mind. due to no fault of his own either really, but evie had never been much of an eye wanderer while with punk. even amidst the year long stint of romance-adjacent, platonic confusion that followed. but the odd loyalty harvested was just from a planting of some self-made guilt. twisting pits in the belly from the anxiety of moving on. that was obvious now.

damian would be new and uncharted. a free hand drawing, playing it by ear, on the fly sort of thing. 

evie pulls the pillow she'd had propped under her laptop closer till its in her lap and hugged up in her arms. "he's kinda intense rhea". 

"in all the nice little ways that count...", she counters. moving about evie's room comfortably. opening a draw to pull out a pair of black short-shorts. the fabric at the ends of the denim pant legs frilled a bit. "...and intense could be good for you. a change of pace maybe. damian is a passionate guy, he'll take care of you".

"and you know this how?" 

rhea tosses the shorts across to land next to the shirt she'd cut and adjusted and pinned to her liking. pulling out a pair of fishnets from evie's sock draw. "nightingale has it's little flock of...admirers...to put it nicely...". picking at the small selection of silver jewelry sitting on evie's dresser. a full outfit for the nights festivities manifesting as rhea wanders about the room. "...they tend to winge about a little too much for my liking when the guys figure they've had enough, but they make for good sources on the gossip". 

evie scoffs a bit. amusement dirtied and coarse. "so you're trying to set me up with community dick?"

rhea's mouth breaks into a bright smile, chuckling as she lays out her styling choices for the night. "dominik is the one with community dick. gives full service like one of those curbside food pantries", her fingers joining to wave about blasé like. because—regardless of how not so well she knew dominik—evie knew that the rather infamous electric guitarist of 'nightingale' got around quite a bit and quite frequently. so to hear of his...valiant...service to the community wasn't exactly unheard of. rhea shoves open evie's tiny closet with a push of her foot, bending to consider an array of boots and sneakers. "damian on the other hand...much more selective...a bit picky actually...", huffing as she rises with a pair of chunky black platforms. "...but tested". 

"why do you know he's tested?" 

rhea shrugs. "the same way i know you're tested and vice versa". 

if they collectively had a nickel for every time they'd bought on a wretched trip to the campus clinic from a pregnancy scare, they'd have 3 nickels. but three was enough. it'd always be enough. 

"touche". 

"he's also asked about you before". 

evie's belly drops. "what?! when?! why didn't you say anything?" 

"it was a few months ago. you were in the middle of your thing with punk and i didn't want you getting confused".

and this was only slightly terrible, but slightly was enough when it felt like the world had gone under a shift after some abrupt unleveling. at least thats what being perceived feels like doesn't it? a slight tug of the rug from beneath the feet. not enough to up turn the body but surely enough to make one well aware that the up turn is possible. 

evie takes to looking over all of rhea's efforts of collecting and matching. clothes and shoes and jewelry sprawled out and ready to be worn. 

"what'd he say?" 

rhea smiles. an excitement evie feels tired from already. "he asked if you were single". 

easier access. the short shorts were a fine pick on rhea's part, but evie figures—already half dressed and running warm from anticipation—she should at least make the maneuver of undressing a little less of a hassle. assuming of course that she won't be the one having to make quick work of peeling her clothes off. the leather mini skirt gives easier access. a zipper just at the back that slips open with a salacious little undoing. and it works well enough with the rest of the outfit. rhea's reconstruction of the band tee leaving just enough to the imagination for intrigue. the curved cut held together by safety pins, exposing skin and teasing parts of her breast. and of course more instructions followed. 'no bra!!', the text message coming in an hour or so after rhea had left for sound check. 

her top isn't so cropped that she cant get away with it either, but cropped enough for some peaks of skin. the heart shaped piercings through her nipples making for an eye catching outline. again, rhea knew what she was doing.

...seduction is art. it is method. a delicate configuration. a form made true with eyes and silence and words and lips and sly touches. seduction: the sister, the mirror, the doer... 

the boots make evie taller. the air warmer just from the four inch lift. or maybe it's that rigid bite in her fingers. doubts, uncertainties and all their nasty associates. the mirror painting a portrait that rivals her old normal. the droning, late night buzz of tattoo guns, blonde box dyes, old torn sketch books and that mainstay, oddly endearing snark. punk had been her normal. a comfortable standard. seduced by her matter-of-fact tones and gritty inflections. a little fast, a little loose, a little crazy. 

slithering out of that stagnation, it'd be a bit of a pivot. a little different, but nothing impossible. no more impossible than the fifteen page papers and midterms and all the other hellish things dressing up as collegiate obligation.

'he's just some guy'

a plate of crinkle cut fries sit along the tiny kitchenette counter as evie corrals a buckled bag made to carry photography essentials. the snack left by rhea, she's sure. covering all the bases. the starchy taste doing well to soak up and dampen that sick, drunk, twist turning her gut. 

'he's just some guy'

the september autumn night air is breezy, but not too cool. those last little lingerings of summer steeped in that give her enough leeway to go jacket free. patient, heeled steps leading off campus and some minutes away to the location rhea had heavily debriefed her on how to get to. but the venue, oh the venue is a lot a ways from that almost chilly bite of cool outside air. a sticky heat blanketing evie's skin as she pushes the creaky door of an almost rundown building. the inside walls graffiti'd to hell and in need of extensive renovation. this is definitely the address. ill-tempered bass shuddering the five story walk up and almost too dim lights flittering the hall way. 

a table just before the entry door to the madness. money littering a jar till it threatens an overflow and that undeniable thick smell of weed. a few freshman-in-the-face kids littered about passing around a blunt and watching easy over the table and handing out check coat tickets and such. 

evie struts up to the table, the under rubber of her boots lifting a little sticky and the hot air rolling over her skin, stuffing a loose $10 bill into the jar. "anywhere i can find rhea?" 

"evie right?", a girl asks. the sound of it almost comfortable, like she'd drilled evie's name into memory as to never forget it for the sake of keeping convenience. her hair undercut with a cute summery orange color and her brows pierced through. 

"they're about to play now, but you can drop your bags off with their stuff". a tattooed finger stretching to point across from where the table sits. another darkish hallway with walls that vibrate from the tough play of music. "last door down on the left". 

evie throws a "thanks" and rushes on quick. that unmistakable drawl to rhea's voice sounding out over the blast of the speakers. her usual fiery introduction, before 'Nightingale' breaks into their set for the night. a routine to get the crowd pumped again. and the almost closet-like break room is a mess. like the slight whip and whirl of a tornado had pulled through and settled everything to some odd function of what had to be controlled chaos. but theres no time to think about the clutter, not when the first drum beats of a crowd favorite play. her chunky boots stepping over till she's breaking open into the hallway and down and about to slither into the crowd.

and a meticulous maneuver around a forming mosh pit has never proven itself easy for evie—the times she's found herself drug from under the covers to see rhea and the guys perform—but she manages. 

haze and a controlled rage. both making for cool, textured digitals. the small stage lights illuminating just enough to catch the essence of things. sweat on the skin and hot clings of hair. the energy burning away that tease of winter air from the cracked windows. 

evie's finger hits the button of the shutter. microphone to rhea's lips and her face caught amidst that performative flow. she'd always been the mainstay of 'Nightingale', since even before the inception of—gigs, standing crowds and droning admiration—everything. a long ranged mouth piece. vocals and songs and ideas. always with something to say. the type of draw with a force made to comply with. 

and buddy, her red-headed bassist of a boyfriend, is as cool and mellow as his guitar. easy flicking strums of his purple near black bass to match his disposition. 

dominik was everything of the opposite. what with his mullet and mustache and that air of mischief about him. a bright sparkle of it in the eye. shredding pitchy, electric tones that bleed something static-like and lively. a sound and an energy living only to rival himself. 

and then of course, theres damian. "priest", as rhea likes to call him. a dark mystique about him. black penciled liner beneath his eyes that make his stare dark. penetrative and daunting. the break and beat of the rhythm all kept in his care as he makes no qualms about smashing cymbals and roughing into the kick drum. 

the crowd tumbles and sways and moshes something feral. an endless melody of motion. an artful madness worth all of it's appreciation.

the ice water doesn't do much. gives evie's hands something to hold onto in place of her camera and cools the tongue off for some few seconds before that sticky heat creeps up again. packed bodies and breath and cap-less beer bottles. the type of heat that rises up youthfully and yearningly so. sex-ish. if thats even a word. if so, evie'll use it for her paper. and no, she isn't hiding. just a slight tactical separation. a strategic retreat of sorts into the corner to catch her breath. a maneuver and a half of getting around the growing crowd to set her gear down in the safety of that back room before she'd squeezed her way to where she is now. settled and moderately eased and tucked away with a dripping cold cup of ice water. right, no! this isn't hiding. just a simple caching till a good enough game plan rolls in. any minute now...

because falling into something with punk those 2 and a half-ish years ago had been fairly easy. both of them a little fiery eyed and eager for something exciting. he'd given his smiles and his snark and his boldness and she'd done similar. the light perpetually on green with a heavy foot on the gas and no speed limit in sight. a little fast, a little loose, a little crazy. but beyond the quick 'hi's' and toothy smiles evie doesn't know much about damian. doesn't know much about his ticks and his likes and his secrets and all the under the surface things that make him. that break him even. but then again, she wouldn't have to would she? long gone from the tangled mess of a relationship and all those minute details. this'll be a delicate maneuver for sure, what with the small talk and flirting and all the physicalities to follow, but inconsequential nonetheless. right?...

hope. sipping from her cold cup and surveying the floor. she can only hope so. 

"you're stalling". 

a slight digging pinch into her hip that makes her flinch and that down under accent that dresses up all rhea's words with a bit of a drawl. her face, makeup-less now and eyes a little blown. her smile wide and a hand taken up. colored cups full and the slosh of it, something that smells all too much like trouble. and yes, maybe evie is stalling, but that word sounds too much like a great exposure. too forthright. 

she sighs. "i'm looking for an opening". stealing a glance across. damian posted up near the makeshift bar at the other side of the space. a flock of folks trying hard to act like they're not vying for a bit of attention. spewing the usuals—'good shit', 'loved the set', 'lets connect', etcetera— evie is sure of it. 

"this is post-gig standard evie". rhea taking a generous sip from one of the red solo cups she'd mysteriously come into ownership of. so different from the crazy scatter of cheap bottles and cans of beer circulating. "it's all blood smelling sharks and too deep water. regular college shit". her eyes rolling as she shifts evie quick with a tough pull. a fast save as some too-drunk-already freshman wobbles and swerves to the music. drops of beer just missing evie's shirt as it splatters to the floor. "listen...", rhea guiding evie along to a better section of the wide room. "...he's 6'5, tattooed, a drummer, and not a complete dick. there is no such thing as an opening really. with priest, the strategy is pure vibe". 

evie scoffs. a pout pulling at her mouth. anticipation warm and burning and stoked the more people dance and sway at all sides. like some great big mocking of fun almost. "i'm elevator pitching my pussy at this point".

"breathe". a little chuckle playing as rhea swaps evie's cold cup of water for one of hers. "you're 23. s'not a husband hunt. just samples, taste tests and a little window shopping". all laissez faire like. "did you eat?"

"yeah. the crinkle cuts you left out". 

"good. carbs are good". tapping the filled red cup she'd placed in evie's hand. "take a shot". 

and rhea is and possibly will never be terrible at hiding her mischief, because she indulges herself far too often to care about it being hidden. 

a teasing curl of a smile taking her lips. "it's fall time...". the soft bump of her shoulder. something sisterly. playful. "...every girl needs a proper jacket". 

and of course, before the present, beautiful, sagacity of junior year—not that theres much of it to revel in considering her current circumstances—evie had soldiered through many a weekend along side rhea. freshman faced and jacket-less amidst the solid cold of an unbearable late fall semester. liquor sloshing their bellies so terribly well that it burned through to warm up the skin. the true form of a grade a type of fuckery only made possible by the self proclaimed invincibility of newly made young adults. weekends of "proper jackets" and monstrous hangovers, followed by colds unbreakable. thank God for on campus nurses and antibiotics. 

the hardwood bends beneath evie's feet. heavy bass and an itch to fall into the rhythm. the liquor steeping her tongue along with bits of sweetness. rum and a splash of something fruity. 

and he's still there, posted up at the makeshift bar. slabs of dark wood stacked and drilled to shape into something not half bad and useable. backless highchairs littered close by for the too-cool-to-dance types and a newly puffed out stream of haze to shroud the air. 

his eyes underscored and attentive. drifting over the crowd till they fall and find her looking already. some seconds of a nameless expression before his lips pull. a tick of a smile before he's pulled else where. heat going on in her belly, and yes its probably the swash of rum but the bass doesn't disconcert her common sense enough to persuade her that it isn't the idea of him either. 

rhea bumps her shoulder again. "what are you thinking?"

"am i moving too fast?" 

rhea takes the emptied solo cup to set down against a nearby windowsill. sincerity corralling quickly. "tonight is about doing what you want. fuck him. don't fuck him. he's like a brother, but he's still just some guy at the end of it all yeah?" 

'he's just some guy'

its a mantra at this point. lends itself to a truth thats partial enough to make evie feel good. feel better. or maybe it's the impatience to do something different. stepping out of boxes and comfort zones. possibly a mixture of both. one thing informing the other. circular and never ending till she's nodding to agree. 

both girls smile silent. rhea's giddy and evie's daring to match. 

"you're enjoying this too much". a light gripe and then a calculative turn on her heels. readying to step off a long rested on stagnation.  

an encouraging pat to the hip is all she gets before she's easing into the crowd. tunnel visioned for the makeshift bar. the slow wind up and over of colored lights. the tease of sweat at her cheeks. thick haze and hoppy alcohol biting the nose. skin slipping on skin. dancing and the slurred song of some flirty speech as the bass holds the room together. tensions lifting quick. fiercely. persuasion steeped in the music enough that it bleeds into the blood. matching and every heel toe. drawing an easiness in the eyes and the penned frown in her lips—etched up by the anxieties of approaching a man—erased to a faintness.  

he's a sharp looker, damian. focused and unabashed. curious and existing big in evie's peripheral. but a little something is needed before the big approach. call it a crutch, but a small drink in hand gives the body a nice center point. a task that lightens the full weight of doing. 

but theres only beer. lagers and ipa's. 

"got anything besides beer?", she gives over the music. 

and the bartender-not bartender—familiar faced and moving away too fast for evie's liking—pushes two types of beer up into her view. an irish accent quick amidst the droning party. "sorry, it's all i got". fingers full of crinkled five's and ten's and cold cans. 

an eye roll doesn't fix much but its a quick expression. disappointment in the fingers and that taunting urge for a second drink after the first. but it doesn't last long. a hand waving in past her peripheral to signal the bartender-not-bartender. damian and his shadow lined eyes. "yoo finn, she's cool, she's with me". a smooth pull up right next to her. the type of bass in his voice that pinches her nerves quick with excitement. "what do you like?"

"sweet". she gives. "not too strong". 

a nod. lingering eyes and a twitch of a smile. like he's just gotten confirmation on something she's yet to be aware of. "he'll hook it up for you". 

so much for only beer. 

but the four inch lift does wonders. gives evie less of a hard time meeting the sound of him. his eyes and that strength of whatever cologne he's got painting over his neck. "thanks for the pull". 

"you're rhea's girl, i gotchu". the heat and height of him surely only tolerable due to low lights and spiked spirit. a charged eagerness made true by the short taste of mid-shelf rum from some almost rundown, always cheap, liquor store. looking down on her with an unhurried study. waiting and testing patience. a slow prying apart that flutters something dangerous in the skin. and he levels with her too, sits in one of those backless high chairs to come down into her view better. long legs parted enough to step and fit right into them. "you two in the corner schemin' on something?"

evie smirks. a short peak at rhea before she's shifting to meet him. slipping wholly into his stare. and God what a strange intensity. strong and absolute but hurt-less. something to fall into. "you're giving me too much credit. m'not devious enough to scheme". drifting to catch the pull of his smile and the way his cross necklace sits. looped through a thin choker and perched at his neck. the metal thick and silver and adorning. "you know how it is with rhea though. she gets bored and gets the brightest ideas. likes to set up entertainment for herself". 

"dolled you up just to push you into the deep end huh?" 

an implication if she's ever heard one. 

"sink or swim right?" his arm resting along the protruding deck of the makeshift bar top. her finger falling faint over his skin. toying with a short stray piece of thread at the wrist lining of his top. a thin, long sleeved mesh shirt that leaves for no curiosity. lean muscle and a load of tattoos for decoration. "i like the motivation though...", evie gives. retracting her hand. teeth stressing softly over her lip. taking a study of her own. "...i mean, if someone asks about you, it's good to make an appearance right? show face. if i knew the drinks came free off just that, i'd have come to another show a lil sooner". 

"they come free with me", he clarify's. 

ego. got to love a little male college ego. 

"look at you being all important". something snide mixed in with evie's laugh. an eye roll to cherry top. "i'll let you get back to your meet and greets then?" the toe of her chunky boots making to pivot and step away. drink-less still and unsatisfied. 

"alright that came out bad, m'sorry". a firm hand at evie'e arm. neither harsh or overdone, but a little pleading just the same. "c'mere". pulling soft before his fingers trail to clutch at her hand. a generous touch and an obscene size difference. the type of contrast she can feel without giving any quick peaks or once overs. taking little steps near him with some faux begrudged flare. cologne steeping her nose and this incontrollable urge to steal a look at his mouth again.

and he makes no real qualms with himself about where his own eyes lead. where they stick and prick and slip at. her lips and the safety pin styled band tee-shirt. a tight enough fit about the skin that leaves impressions in the fabric to reveal heart shaped piercings. these milliseconds of once overs that feel like a millennia. the loss of a quiet game, evie's eyes breaking to stare off at finn. that saving grace of a drink not yet given. like somehow he knew that she'd use it to quell her anxieties and was punishing her for making him go out of his way to prep something other than the crack open of a beer bottle. 

damian also hasn't let go of her hand just yet. an intentional hold that leaves his thumb pressed into the base of her palm. short sweeps and hot skin. his metal rings cold and tingling nerves. to keep her close surely, where his eyes can fall and take in and overawe. "that check in was months ago by the way". 

the music thumps and drives and drowns out. evie leaning in to let her words catch him well. "is this where i plug in my apology for making you wait?" 

"nah". a tug of a smile. surveying the mass of bodies before he's studying again. flitting between the eased set of her eyes. thanks to the rum in her blood. a somewhat cool, collected air to mask the disquiet that has yet to shake. "it just seemed like you had your hands full...", a funny thing now. considering he's found the opportunity to occupy one of them. unflinchingly so. "...not gonna lie, it felt like a waste of breath but i was curious". 

that year long stagnation had done a number obviously. leaving her blind and oblivious to other possibilities. very tall, very fine possibilities. 

and compliments to the dj. a segway into something smooth and melodic . a temper down of the rhythm that makes space for a more rage-less air. haze pluming slow to curl through the litter of colored lights.  

cedar wood and tobacco. hints of sweetness that scatter through the depth. heady and intoxicating. college boys and their cologne experimentations will be the death of her. a good death nonetheless. fingers maneuvering to fold in between his. a closer step into intimacy. nerves aflame. "and m'guessing with all of this...", motioning a finger to the inches of space between them, "...there's some residuals left. enough worth mentioning". 

"of course". 

she hums. lets the notes and undertones of his cologne work thoroughly. 

a red solo cup startles the moment. finn and his shitty timing. setting her drink down in between where the lean of her arm threatens to touch damian's. a little straw added for those waiting troubles. 

"sorry about the wait", he throws. loud and heavy accented over the music. returning to the fray of college students. 

that hand embraced with damian leaves finally. an unhurried departure as she makes to sip. mostly sugary juice and bites of that cheapish rum. enough to taste but not enough for judgements to be overdone. she'll need those for later. if there even is a later. but this—standing at the beginnings of his long legged manspreading, close enough to exist in a middling orbit—is comfortable. the room hot and lively as ever. taunting still. like she's missing the dangerous allure of dancing. 

punk wasn't, isn't, a dancer. didn't, doesn't, do clubs. so it's here, sipping sweetened rum and feeling the mellow tremble of the music, that evie realizes she misses dancing. the party kind. low lights and a smile thats helpless to form. those few awkward missteps before the rhythm cements itself beneath the feet. bodies like puzzled pieces. breath and the lyrics to suggestive songs sneaking on the tongue. 

he reels her back in. "so what's up witchu? how you been?" shifting to the edge of the backless stool he'd eased on earlier. the set distance—enough to breathe without a full consumption—too far in between. legs smoothing out like a barrier, turning in to face the bar. the whole of him angling her in just right to let all her words catch his right ear. 

but this is all too crafted just to preamble small talk, surely. bodily maneuvers to corner her. to fill up his eyes with her face and the more nuanced expressions. maybe even to test her nerves. it was only right to meet him with some collectedness. even if the make of it is a semi-desperate shot in the dark. messy with an inner trembling. a swirl in the belly and tough weights in the chest. 

"toughing it through the semester...regular college shit". seconds of a dramatic sigh. an eye roll to top the cake. "post-boyfriend bullshit crisis averted thankfully". 

"it's time for some antics now huh?" his lips pulling up. a toothless amusement he tries to hide, but evie can recognize the gears turning over. a glint there in the eyes working to reveal the renewal of snuffed out ideas. 

she laughs. "see, you get it". 

"where is he anyways?"

"doing what i'm doing...". a few sips to sprinkle in suspense. his curiosities strung up and tattered with eagerness long before this tip-toe of a moment and waiting to be relieved in full. "...minding my own business. whatever i want with who i wanna do it with". 

a smirk and a hum deep enough to live beyond the bass of the music. 

"what about you?" playing with the tip of her straw. stirring and standing on the other end of that suspense she'd just given him. "i have a feeling i might've skipped the line a little. anyone i should be worried about?"

he shrugs. "i do my thing every now and then but it's all safe". an interesting, vague turn of phrase she's too unwilling to decipher. "nothing serious". 

"good". thats all she needs. a confirmation of the insignificance of all of this. sipping down the last of her drink before she's pulling him up. "lets go". 

a reward for all her steadfast, overthought troubles, that's what this is. an alluring tempo, curious fingers and the simple seduction of his cologne. a little rum swimming in the blood to tap the senses. some minor elevation. she could kiss whichever genius saw fit to create platforms big enough to give her height this much of a lift. a sweet rhythm in her hips, held firm in his hands. and all that residual love, she'll adorn rhea with later. the cut of her top perfect. a slim distance between the edge of the fabric and the waist of her skirt. enough for thumbs and slipping trails. thick palms and settled intentions.

a charming hum riding along the music. just there in her ear. arms thrown over his shoulders and the play of his nose along her neck. just where perfume blooms on the skin. taking advantage of all the exposures to skin. keeping the dance in her body close and the smell of her closer. 

damian makes it easy, makes falling into him far too easy. 

and the music doesn't do much else but fill the urge to leave. a flow beyond the brim. pride in the body, zipping fast and talking sweetly. a readiness, more prominent than those fickle little bits of doubt. 

"...you find yourself wanting to roll around with someone else, don't stop on my account..."

damian priest is card board cut out material. dreamy sighing daydreams. 2 AM, keyboard smashing, group chat sharing, story time gold. and no, not because he's worthy of a malicious little laugh session. no, damian is reserved for those, peaking from beneath the covers, giggle ridden, hot cheek feeling, the girls'waiting with bated breath' moments. because an explanation has got to be given. questions will be asked anyways. evie can feel the skin attempting to rise already on her neck. soft suckles at her pulse and his thick, wide palms taking their sweet time. cupping her face, at her nape, smooth down her arms, firm and urgent in her hips before he scares her. lets his tongue slip from her mouth and lifts in one go. hands at her thighs and an easiness rushing in to his face to match up against the alarm in hers. 

getting picked up like nothing is scary business, and if she were anymore delusional than the rare, obligatory amount, he'd have her thinking she was featherweight and too delicate to ever touch the floor again. 

but she's laid out on the bed before anything can rise up fast enough that sounds like an objection. remnants of beer on his tongue but nothing real to complain about. not when he's hiking her thighs up and about his waist. jeans on her comforter be damned. "sorry about the—the bed, s'really small". fucking cheap college twin mattress. 

"you're good...", an octave below tenor, and the way it plays, akin to purring. breathing at the seam of her lips. smiling, the affects obvious. letting a hand wander at the make of her fishnets. shoes forgotten and an endless shiver riding her bones. "...ican makeit work...", confidence taking up residence between his mouth as he purses. gentle and lingering, like maybe he's trying to temper down the fret shut up in her skin. he can feel it can't he? "you ok?" pushing up to look over her. 

her legs relax. "mmm, yeah i—", releasing him a little less quickly than she'd have liked too. clinching eyes and labored breaths. "...i just...", scrutiny bleeding it's way under her cheeks. because even if he isn't judging her, who'd tell her she's wrong to believe he is?  

"talk to me". 

and oh the fucking compassion. of course he'd give her this. let her make space for herself well enough for a heavy eyed spotlight. darkly penciled and pretty lashes. sitting up tall, even when against his knees. waiting for her to perform the ever terrible procedure of having to give loose thoughts life. "this is uh—happening a lot sooner... maybe a bit easier than i thought it would", giving a quick whip to the braids falling over her eyes as she moves to lean against her elbows. mumbling and avoiding. "...didn't really think up to this point much...".

planning to get laid and actually getting laid are two very distinct things. 

"you callin' me easy?" 

a weight plummeting to the bottom of her belly. "oh shit, no?! ..i mean..", voice wavering with a sliver of consideration, but the quirk in his brow is enough. "no!! i'm not". 

damian smiles. pulls up the hem of his mesh shirt till it's over his head and flopping to the floor. tattoos more clear to her now. muscle lines and the unhurried rise and fall of his chest. "s'not far from the truth". chuckling some. the harsh thud of his shoes kicking off, snapping the better of her attention back to his face. something observatory in his stare as it trails about her body. clothed still but hot and jittered some. an assessment to confirm already made thoughts she won't know unless she builds the courage to ask. belt pulling through and out the loops before it joins his thin shirt. "at least for you".

he moves. patient. sure. precision like second nature. the size of the mattress an easy obstacle. 

"meaning?"

and even with the audacity of all this sudden uneasiness, it doesn't exist well enough for her to stop him. to swat or kick or flinch. his hand gripping her calf to tug her to the center of the bed, thighs split and spread to accommodate his kneeling between them. but there are no caressing touches otherwise. no deep breathes taken from her skin for more of her perfume. no tender kisses and the type of moans that give her belly a good kind of troubling. 

"meaning, i'm down for leaving...", a shrug of something near indifference. not so apathetic. collected but with interest still. like her ending the night wouldn't end his interest but he'd surely comply with her wishes. an inference she's hoping is true. "...but also down for the fun of getting to touch you, if that's all it's gonna be...". this other possibility waking her senses anew after the bit of severing she'd caused. "...meaning we do whatchu want, how you want it".  

...sex is ego. too much. too little. the need for a faultless performance. expressions. impressions. meets and greets and tryst. the hair, the face, the clothes and lack thereof, the body. tough noise and more simple ones. words and the forever nature of outdoing...

it's inconclusive. a part of a whole. ushering him in, in a similar fashion to how he'd done her. closer and careful. testing her mouth against his for something delicate. thumbing his cheek and tasting remnants of beer still.  

he leans over in full, her legs pushing to bend with the motion, as a some years old comforter and pillows urge her to relax beneath him. short, pecking kisses still. interested but lacking. waiting still. his words falling in the midst of breathing and a hand returning to sweep and knead her inner thigh. "don't leave me hangin on hearing what i need". this twist in her belly, a gradual wringing out of already settled thoughts too shy to leave. he squeezes tight though, compelling. "don't get me used to this voice like that just to take it from me". 

the re-approach to intimacy. that's what it is, isn't it? is what makes her shiver and threaten to shrink. having to reconfigure all over again with someone new in the name of pleasure. 

giving to get. 

"i want you", a bright whisper. simple and effective. not too brilliant sounding but, shit, fuck it. no one ever said consent had to sound sexy did they? just clear enough for understanding. 

he enjoys it though. letting an earnest moan speak for him. tongue slipping in past her lips with that timeless ease it seems he's perfected, but it's more unhurried here. deep breathes in the nose for air and a little less than tempered running of her nails into his skin. a curved descent. tough groans from his chest and the float in of that funny notion she'd thought of earlier, back when the heat in her cheeks lived less full than now. short shorts and skirts and which proved more undemanding. but damian isn't bothered by any of the particulars. not the sudden lack of surety she'd taken on before discarding it, or the task of maneuvering her how he likes. 

a steady control, reaching that zipper at the back for a swift, curt opening. lifting to join her legs, pulling the material up and off. 

"easy access". evie mumbling warm at the corner of his mouth. 

he gives a smile. amusement reaching his eyes.

and evie has yet to feel the true blight of desperation—far too young for that type of pitiful bullshit—or at least thats what she thinks. has yet to yearn for something absolute. so hopefully this isn't the first moment of that? wispy sighs stretching into moans and his touch playing at the seat of her panties. ears full of the lower than tenor noise he makes. whatever this is rolling over the skin, it's just a slightly less refined go of things. the normal obligatory urges and needs. her soft tongue and a lazy curl up at his lips. kissing his mouth and her fingers nailing ticklish at his nape. enough to make him hum and shiver and press pass her underwear. the barely there taste of cheap rum and hoppy beer between them. 

a soaked nose and stained lungs. every breath full of his cologne still, more than before. falling out of the daze of his kissing and into the way his thumb catches onto her clit just right. parted lips for her moaning and near closed eyes. palms playing over him, the sort of touch that asks for more without saying. 

thick air and his hair sticking to his skin. satisfaction singing heavy in his chest as he makes to slip a finger in gently. patient enough to save from the trouble of discomfort, but to savor too. the way she melts and clings and pulses, tender and a little more than greedy. 

"you ok?", the question fanning at her pulse. 

and sure, he's sincere. takes her lack of words and wispy sighs as something to quiz. something to draw up concerned about. but even evie, regardless of how fast her brain is turning to mush, can detect the scattered pieces of pride. his teeth grazing and mouth kissing wet at her lip. a partial posturing, to lure her into building his own esteem. fucking college boys. her belly tightening, his finger pressing in till it fits at the base of his knuckle. and it shouldn't be this good for her, not nearly but it is and part of her is springing up with resentment. a very small voiceless, barely breathing resentment. 

a bite out of a whimper. "yeah", curt and small. head tipping into the edge of a pillow, nearly knocking into the wall. the running tip of his tongue at her throat. salty, sweet smelling skin and vulnerability. probably his favorite. 

her crop top lifting, with no guidance of her own. judgements and urges stalemated by the tender play of his finger. heart shaped piercings on display and her hips canting along with a whine. a signal for something more. sounding bright and fragile like the action of asking hurts to give fully. like he shouldn't make her to suffer that much. a short retraction before he gives in again, wet and thick and curling and—"fuuuck", a drawling exhale. a burst of a feeling. his tongue trying itself at her nipple. slow swirls to start, acclimations and such, before he's licking in to hold over and suck. hallow cheeks and stretchy moans. 

and evie hopes the flutter in her belly isn't a warning of the end already. that'd be bad. embarrassing. 

but it feels good. that building anticipation before something complete. 

her nails dull and combing through his hair, curling up from the heat and smooth to the touch. bursting sensations dying on the skin before they bloom again. endless fluttering and breath catching stirs at her clit. about her nerves. a meticulous tempo to dictate the rhythm. playing her well. in his time. a percussionist surely. "when'd you get these?", all casual and unbothered. giving her piercings a generous kiss. 

he expects her to answer doesn't he? 

"why?"

his mouth pursing lazy, more delirious than expected, along the valley between her breast. labored breaths buts its all just some reverencing. an appreciative groan. finding the perfume she'd rolled there before the nights festivities started. "never seen em". the noise of the pillow near her head twisting as his grip burdens it. an excitement maybe, from heart shaped studded piercings and the warmth of spicy sweet perfume. 

evie can't help the shy snort that leaves. his audacity showing, even amidst the heat and pleasure. "my titties aren't an exh—", breath caught short. a tight gasp and her hips rolling mindless for a clumsy rut. a second finger to join the first. cooly paced and so damn good. "oohhshiiit damian". 

"mhmm...", an appreciative groan. for praising his efforts. for roughing him closer. for clutching at his fingers with a greediness he can admire and rise up from with a better made esteem, not that he needs it. breaths drawing on her chest still. lax and wanton and taunting. "they're not a what?" retracting his maneuvers like she wasn't on the cusp of something nice. 

"an exhibition", evie huffs. rolling her hips to rekindle things. a recall to action and such. purposefully denying amidst the throes is dickhead behavior but she'll wade through it for the sake of a good finish. but not before a bit of truth. "i wear em for me...", his mouth drifting up to hers again. sitting at the seams. "...so if you see em, it's cuz i let you". 

"i should be saying thank you". 

"you should". 

and maybe the way he resumes his ministrations and slips his tongue into her mouth is his 'thank you'. fingering thick through her pussy and drawing fervent pass her lips. a kiss made to savor. to suffocate. an attempt to steal the air in her lungs and the moans that try at forming something more melodious. lewd noise prickling her ears and shuddering her skin. evidence of a pleasure stained with need. with a craving she hasn't been able to satiate alone since her chat with punk. making space between them for the sake of not falling into old habits too quickly. 

if she's free to do whatever, then it'd be better to look for something different right? 

well this feels different. tumultuous in the body. curt breaths and her nerves dragging rough and wild amidst exactly what she'd been looking for. the pads of his fingers snug just there, where the bliss grows a little terrible with how great it is. undeniable and wrecking. seizing quietly, held up and reeling. sinking dull nails into his skin from the break of it before the relief washes over. 

blood thumping in the ears a little. evie's breathing underscored with whines. fragile and stressed. 

and you'd think he'd be gracious enough to let her collect her damn bearings, but he doesn't. eases his fingers from the mess between her legs and makes quick work of savoring it. slipping against her till he's off and kneeling at the plush carpet. an abrupt jerking tug to her leg to pull her in. 

evie moore nearly hangs off the edge of the bed. dim eyed and already blissed out. what more could the oh so talented percussionist do to shake her down into nothing but sweet noise? 

she should stop wondering about things just before their inception. it plays like jinxing after a while. lands her in situations like these. spread thighs and the flat of his tongue licking through all the mess he'd just wrung from her. on the verge of a hiccup from the shock. 

a threat in her legs to close. the impact far too grand and rich for still over-boiled blood. she hasn't recovered just yet from the first. her fingers curling deep in the sheets for a sure enough anchoring and her eyes twisting to close. tough breaths and whatever this is pulling through lax and mindless. "...damian...oohhfuuck...". a plead or a warning or a mixture of the two. this is no place to decipher scrambled thoughts for words absolute. 

a full gasp. full lungs and a groan to match the intensity. his mouth wrapping about her clit to suck and his tongue pushing over. a professional method that isn't worth investigating but fuck if it isn't practiced and perfect. 

"ohhmmyy—mhphm", quivering erratic. arched up off the sheets and a barely graceful roll in her hips spurring to meet his mouth. 

but the man is all coordination isn't he? keeping time and playing in the pocket. hot touch lifting her up from where she almost hangs off the bed. ushering her hips into his mouth with a pace he likes. 

and she can't manage much anymore but wordless noise. an abundance of pleasure building again to ruin her. a tired ache in her legs and more of that recking fullness. till the damn breaks. evidence of the end dripping past his tongue and tainting the sheets. laundry issues to figure out later. a heavy hand attempting to push the eagerness of him away to maintain whats left of her sanity. obviously he wants her dead—admonishing the mess of her folds with licks and kisses—and if not dead..

than maybe some rapturous incapacitation...

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Dominik Mysterio NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He needs to feel you close to im after sex. Whether you do this by maybe cock warming him or just simply pulling him closely into your chest is completely between you two. He adores when you leave soft kisses all over his chest and tell him how sell he did for you,

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Dom of course loves his hair, i mean come on have you seen his luscious locks? He is a boob guy 100% he loves when you two have some alone time if you let him lay in your lap and just softly suck on your nipples till he feels calm or falls asleep.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Very messy messy boy, Dom cums so much that its almost impressive that much can come from him in general. If he doesn't cum inside you then he likes to make a mess all over you and himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 100% has humped your pillow while you were gone, he gets so needy for your touch that he will go to any means to just feel something of you near him while the poor baby cums everywhere.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He has very little experience. He understands the full concept of sex and obviously has done it before but when it comes to exploring his kinks he actually has always been a little bit shy when expressing them so he has little experience with that area in particular.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He loves having you ride him when you're rewarding him for being your good boy. He adores that he can reach up and grab your tits and see your face when he plays with your nipples. "Fuck Mami keep riding me, wanna see these pretty tits keep bouncing"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Little bit of both. He loves the moments you two share together where you can giggle and smile while you enjoy the feeling you two are giving each other. Though he loves the more serious moments when you make him beg or he makes you beg (the second option being more rare) just as much as the goofier times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Dom prefers to shave it down quite a bit, though he still has a very small and tidy bush. His hair is a very dark brown that borders into almost being black in color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Whiny. He is always whiny in the moment. Intimacy is something that comes naturally to him so he is always super loving and romantic with you during sex. However, all he does is whine, "Mami, I need it faster!", "Mmmmmm No more, Mami, I'll be good I promise!", "It's too sensitive!".

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He likes to masturbate alot actually, being on the road alot it's something he has kinda grown used to, though if you really wanna get him riled up set the rule for him of no touching without Mami's permission.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Mami Kink slight spanking degrading and praise body worship pegging

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Anywhere to be honest, he doesn't care if he gets caught. He is getting fucked at the end of the day and doesn't care who knows it. Though if he had to pick a favorite place it would be on the couch in the judgement day clubhouse.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) His Mami of course. He loves that you protect him, love him, please him, and so so much more that he couldn't even name if you asked for all the reasons. His motivation is simply your love for him. Though it does turn him on when you use a stern demeanor with him when he's broke a rule or misbehaved.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Sharing you with someone outside of the group he trusts (You'll see more about that in the R section). Anything that involves silent treatment, If you are giving him a punishment for being a bratty boy just don't make him feel ignored it breaks his heart to think you don't wanna talk to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Dom loves receiving. though he actually prefers giving. He will stay 'between your legs for hours if you'd let him. He loves being able to hear you whine for him, it makes him feels so good to know he's making you fall apart with just his mouth. " Just a little longer, Mami....Just wanna taste a little more"

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Dom really likes a mix of things when it comes to pace, sometimes he likes soft and loving sex other times he loves a more rough and fast experience. It really all depends on two things, if he has been a brat or not and his overall mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Loves a good quckie. He would adore it if you pulled him somewhere backstage on Raw and sucked his dick for him before he goes out. Bonus points if it's somewhere you might get caught so you have to cover his mouth with your hand to soften his loud whines.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He is down to experiment to a certain extent. He can get jealous sometimes when the idea of sharing you with someone comes up but if it's someone he really trusts then he will be more comfortable with the idea, Especially Rhea, Finn, or Damian.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Usually only one round, though this is mostly because he likes to be edged and denied the ability to cum so that when he does get to his orgasm is better and more intense.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Dom Dom loves toys. You guys have several that you use, everything from cuffs, straps, to anal toys, most of which all are for dom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Let's be honest here, you tease him far more than he teases you. Though he may be bratty and tease you like wrapping his arms around you waist and saying something like "I wish i had a mommy who would take me home and suck me dry, but i guess I'll have to find someone else to do it huh?". He wants to tease you into feeling jealous so you'll put him back in his place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Loudest bitch in the world. There is zero way you could ever sneak around with dom because he 100% is gonna get you two caught.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) You once walked in on him humping a pillow while he thought you were gonna be gone for a little while. He loves when he sits in your lap and you make him rub his hard leaking dick across your leg for just a little bit of pleasure.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Dom Dom is roughly 6 inches with a light pink to his tip. He doesn't have any prominent veins that show or anything of that sort.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Super freaking high, he has so much energy to get out he figures sex is the best way to do so, Hence why his drive is so high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Almost instantly. The poor babe is just so sleepy afterwards as soon as his head hits the pillow he is out.