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damiansgoodgirll · 3 months ago

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IM SAT FOR DONT BREAK MY HEART PART 5 🖤💖

part one, part two, part three, part four

damian priest x reader (platonic), rhea ripley x reader (platonic), the judgment day x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️angst, crying, nightmares, flashbacks, panic attack, rhea gets violent, family issues, domestic violence, verbal violence, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, reader being self conscious, a little longer than usual, SORRY IT’S ANGST DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE‼️

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed!

don’t break my heart - part 5

“stop that nonsense y/n” your mom laughed in the background while you were talking about your future with your father “you’re gonna be a doctor or a lawyer, maybe a teacher too, you’re gonna have a good education and find a job, you’re gonna find a good husband and you’re gonna give him the future he deserves for providing for you”

“what about the future i deserve? what about my plans? my dreams?” you screamed for the millionth time that day.

“the world isn’t made of dreams y/n. the world is made of fact and it pains me that you can’t get that into your silly brain” she laughed off “being a wrestler means not having a stable place to say, means travelling around the world and being always broke and your father and i can’t support you till you’re dead” she said, sitting in front of you at the kitchen table where you and your father were talking before.

“i don’t want you to support me forever! i’m not asking you to do that! i’m just asking you to be supportive of my dreams and-…”

“i said stop that fucking nonsense! you’re not going to be a wrestler! i don’t know who put that idea into your head but it’s never going to happen!” she screamed, slamming her hands on the table, making you flinch.

“dad please…” you didn’t want to sound weak, but your father took your side most of the times. except, not this one.

“your mom is right y/n, you need to open your eyes about the world we live in. it’s not made of rainbows and dreams. the faster you learn this, the sooner you’ll apply for college and get a degree and then a job, the happier everyone will be” he tried to be more gentle with you but still, he was siding with your mom and you couldn’t accept that.

“so what do you want me to do? settle for a life that i don’t want?” you asked, tears in your eyes.

“you wanna be a wrestler? then start training because those chocolate bars you hide in your room aren’t doing you any favour” she laughed making you look up at yourself in the mirror in front of the table “oh don’t be so focused on that y/n, you look good but you will look even more fabulous once you’ve got your first belt” she laughed, poking at you, making fun of you.

“mom!” you almost screamed “why are you being so mean?”

“i’m not being mean y/n. i’m just telling you the truth! imagine going out to the country club and telling our friends that our daughter is a wrestler” she joked with your dad, making him laugh “it’s gonna be so embarrassing”

“so this is what is about?” you couldn’t believe your ears “you’re embarrassed! you think i’m gonna make you look good because if i become a wrestler you couldn’t brag about how your daughter it’s better than your friends daughters! because everyone of them have their destiny written and they can’t say no! it’s because you couldn’t handle me choosing what makes me feel good because you didn’t have a choice!” you raised your voice, making both of your parents angry “you didn’t have a choice mom! but that doesn’t mean i can’t have mine!”

“y/n don’t fucking raise your voice at your mother!” your father screamed. you didn’t like when he screamed. he always turned to be violent at some point.

“i made my choice! i wanted to stay at home and being a housewife because that was what was better for this family! for us!” she spat back.

“no, you chose to be a housewife because you got knocked up” but before you could even say anything else, a loud slap echoed through the room. your father’s hand still too close on your face while your mother stood back.

“that’s enough! i told you millions of times that you don’t have to scream at me, or at your mother. now, you either apologise to us or you’re gonna be in big troubles” your father said but you were tired of being controlled by your parents. you were tired of being their toy. so you simply left and hid into your bedroom.

both of your parents follow you up on the stairs, trying to open your door “get this door open or i’m gonna break it y/n!” your dad screamed.

“i’m tired!” you screamed from the other side of the room “i’m so tired of you not listening to me! i’m so tired of you choosing for me! it’s my life and i wanna make my choices, i wanna make my mistakes and learn from them! you are my parents and you should be supporting me not pushing me down! this is my life and i wanna live it the way i want it! being a wrestler is all i want and you can’t keep this from me!” you were crying at this point, your voice cracking everytime you spoke.

your dad broke the door down, entering your room with your mom and start searching for something. when he found a backpack, he gave it to you “fill this with some clothes”

“what?” you asked in disbelief.

“don’t make me repeat things twice. fill this with your clothes, brushes, books, anything you might need, and do it quickly!” he screamed again making you jump “you wanna be a wrestler and yet you’re scared of people arguing” he laughed.

you did as he told you, not even caring what you were packing. once he was satisfied enough with how full your backpack was, he dragged you down the stairs and into the living room, your mom following behind “you wanna be a wrestler?” he asked, waiting for your response.

“more than anything in this world…”

he dragged you to the front door, opening and letting some of the rain wash the entry carpet “then go! go live your dream and don’t come back” he was pushing you out and you were trying your best to resist him but he was bigger and stronger so it took you no time to push you out and leave you in the pouring rain “you wanna be a wrestler? go! but don’t expect us to welcome you back once you miserably fail…”

“what? mom…mom, you can’t kick me out! this is my home…i…what am i supposed to…where am i supposed to go? mom please” you were crying, begging but they wouldn’t have mercy on you.

“i’m sorry y/n but you made your choice, we are letting you go as you wanted…” she wasn’t even upset about the whole situation.

“mom…dad, you can’t kick me out, please…it’s dark and cold and…and it’s raining and i don’t know where to go…”

“no wrestler, no failure will live under this roof” your father said, before closing the door right in front of your face.

you were left there, under the rain, with only a small backpack and big dreams in your hands.

your screams could be heard in the every room of the hotel but you couldn’t help them, not when you were dreaming, not when your dreams turned into flashback of the past, making you live a real nightmare all over again.

damian’s room was opposite to yours and rhea’s was just as next so it took them one second to run out of their rooms when they heard you screaming.

rhea opened your hotel room with a kick while damian turned on the lights. it was clear to them that you were still asleep and they didn’t want to scare you awake.

“what do we do?” rhea whispered to damian, who was clearly as worried as the woman.

“i don’t know…we should wake her up, gently…” he said. his heart broke when he saw your eyes closed as much as you could, like you were crying.

damian slowly walked towards your bed, his hand resting on your shoulder, gently moving it as he was whispering your name to wake you up “y/n…please hermosa, wake up” he whispered sitting next to you.

rhea sat on the edge of the bed. in case she needed to held you back. you had nightmares in your past and it wasn’t new to them but you never had nightmares this strong.

“y/n…” damian whispered again.

you felt him touching your shoulder, in your mind he was someone who wanted to hurt you so you woke up with a loud scream, trying to shove damian’s hand away.

“hey hey…it’s me y/n, it’s damian…” he talked softly, his voice low.

“please…please don’t hurt me, i promise i’ll be good, i’ll go to college but please don’t hit me again…” your held up your hands, shielding your face. you were visibly crying, still confused as you didn’t recognise that you were in a hotel room and not your house, that you were with damian and rhea and not your parents.

“hey mariposa…no one is going to hurt you…” damian soft voice spoke to you, bringing you back to reality. you slowly slowed your hands down, opening your eyes and meeting damian and rhea.

they both had a scared look on their faces. they didn’t know what to do.

“it’s me…it’s damian…” he wanted to wipe some of your tears away but when his hand tried to touch you, you flinched away, making him stop his movements.

“hey love…” rhea spoke to you, tears in her eyes “no one is going to hurt you, i promise you, no one’s here…”

“it felt real…” your broken voice spoke “like it was happening again…”

“can i touch you?” damian gently asked you and you nodded. he slowly opened his arms to let you rest on his chest, helping you calm down “deep breaths…deep breaths y/n…”

you tried to calm down as he instructed you to do, and after a few minutes your breathing became natural. tears were flowing down your face, you couldn’t stop them.

“i’m sorry if i woke you up” you apologised, feeling guilty.

“it’s okay love…” rhea softly smiled at you. they both were genuinely concerned.

“what happened y/n?” damian asked gently , not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“i’ve had this flashback…of when, you know, they kicked me out…and this time it felt so real, like they were here again…like everything it was happening all over again just because she reminded me…” you still cried in damian’s arms.

“who reminded you? who’s she?” rhea asked, looking up at damian.

“liv…i saw her last night, in the reception hall and she said how much of a burden i’ve always been to the judgment day…she said that finn told her everything about my past, about me still being in therapy, about how finn was tired of me complaining and crying…she said awful things that made my flashbacks click in i guess…why would finn told her everything about my past? was i really a burden to him? to you?” you asked, looking up at damian with sad eyes.

“no, no, absolutely no. i told you y/n that you would never be a burden for us…i care about you so much and everything you went through is awful…but i promise you that we will always be here for you…” he delicately wiped your tears away and kissed your forehead.

rhea was fuming.

she couldn’t believe that finn would say something so delicate and private to liv. finn knew everything you went through and he was always there to support you and help you. finn was the one who insisted on you going to therapy and he was the one who would accompany you to the sessions every week. he would wait in the car for hours, but he would wait just to make sure you were okay. he never once left you going alone.

so rhea couldn’t understand why finn used everything about your past against you when he was the first person to come to the rescue when you were in a bad place with your mind.

“rhea?” damian called her when he saw her looking at the door.

“liv is dead. and finn’s too…” she said before moving out your room.

she started looking for the pair’s room. looking for liv first, she started banging on her door, not caring if it was three in the morning.

finn, who was on the next room, woke up when he heard the noise coming from outside “what is going on? what is this noise?”

rhea turned to face him, walking toward him.

“rhea what’s going on?” he asked but before he could continue, she punched him right in the face.

“you’re a fucking bastard!” she screamed, punching him again.

liv came out of the room, trying to separate rhea from liv.

“get your fucking hands off of me! you’re not better that him” she pushed liv away.

“rhea what’s going on?” finn asked, a little concerned from the whole situation.

“why would you tell her? y/n didn’t deserve that…finn, she cared about you, she cares about you, she admires you…why would you do that to her?” rhea kept screaming.

“rhea what?” finn then remembered telling liv about y/n’s past. he didn’t want to, he never meant to tell her but he was upset when you joined damian and rhea instead of joining him. so, that night, he told everything to liv, full of rage and anger, he never imagined liv would use this against you “rhea what happened?” he asked, a worried look on his face.

“she’s not feeling good, thanks to you…” rhea looked at both liv and finn “liv, you’re mad at me, you’re mad at the world, i get it, but don’t use someone’s past against them…you have no idea what she’s going through…” rhea said tired “you’re a woman, be more than this…”

in the meantime, you were sure your screamed woke everyone in the hotel. but rhea was making it worse, you could hear her from your room.

“damian…should we do something?” you asked, your head still resting on his shoulder..

“no, rhea will take care of this…i’ll stay here with you, close your eyes mariposa…you should rest a little” he whispered softly.

you nodded, too tired of answering. you were exhausted and waking up in the middle of the night after a big evening of working took a toll on you.

damian felt for you.

you didn’t deserve all of this. he knew that finn was mad with rhea and him so he couldn’t understand why would finn put you into this.

“is y/n okay?” finn asked to rhea, visibly worried.

“no she’s not, thanks to you…” she couldn’t even watch him in the eyes.

“rhea i - let me talk to her…” finn almost begged while liv watched from the side, realising that she might have overstepped and gone too far.

“absolutely not! you are no longer welcomed around her, not after you just put her through…she woke up crying, begging for us to stop hurt her…i don’t know what you told liv, but y/n is hurting right now and it’s all on you!” rhea said before leaving.

finn stood there, too stunned to speak.

dom heard everything from the other side of the door. he knew that if he got out he would cause more damage cause he also said some things about you to liv. and right now, he was feeling like shit.

finn was battling with himself. hating himself for hurting you.

“let’s go inside finn…” liv whispered but he shoved her away, wanting to escape from that moment.

rhea came back to damian and softly smiled when she saw you sleeping against his chest “should we stay here?” rhea asked, watching your figure as it was peacefully sleeping.

“i don’t think i can move rhea, she fell asleep on me” damian chuckled “you can go back to sleep rhea, i’ll stay here in case something happens” rhea nodded and left the room. she knew you were in good hands.

“what are you doing here?” you shockingly asked when you opened the door of your new florida home.

“it’s nice to see you too” your mom joked “won’t you let us in?”

“no…no i won’t, now get lost” you said trying to close the door but your father stopped you.

“that’s not nice y/n…we taught you better than this” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“really? you fucking abandoned me!”

“we know” your mother said “and we came here to apologise”

“no, i don’t believe you” you scoffed “ there has to be another reason if you came here today. is it because of money? you need money? what do you need from me?”

“we…” your mother couldn’t lie “we have been watching you since you joined wwe” she said smiling, suddenly feeling like a proud mother “and we are so proud of what you accomplished”

“what do you want from me?” you asked again, getting irritated.

“listen we had some problems and we had to sell my car…” your mom said, quite ashamed of that “and we told everyone that we were actually fixing it but money are quite low and…”

“and? and you expect me to give you money because of? it’s gonna make you look bad at the country club or are you that broke that you are not even allowed at the club anymore?” you asked, already knowing the answer the moment neither of your parents answered you “like i thought…” you chuckled “listen to me you either go away or i’ll call the cops”

“are you threatening us, young girl?” your father asked looking angry as always, but this time you were a little less scared.

“no, this is a warning. i don’t wanna see you ever again or next time i’m filing for a restraining order…” you said closing the door right in front of their face just like they did with you.

you woke up again that night, the thoughts of your parents never leaving you.

damian sensed that you were awake but it was only 6 am, he knew you could sleep a couple of more hours so immediately he went on alert.

he looked down at you trying to see if you were crying, but he saw you were looking at the ceiling probably thinking of something or someone “hey…you okay?” he asked softly.

“uhm…yes…” you didn’t know what to answer.

“talk to me…” he whispered.

“they are still here somehow, i still feel their presence and i hate it…i hate them, and…and everything they put me through…but i feel them everywhere i go, everywhere i look, i can hear my mom saying how disappointed she is or my dad saying that if i don’t do well or if i fail i’m gonna be in big trouble…and i can’t do this anymore, i felt like i was doing good with therapy…i felt like i was starting to live again and then…then this shit with the team happens and i feel like i’m getting kicked out all over again…losing finn and dom hurts, i cared so much about them…” you didn’t want to cry again but you couldn’t stop a few tears that fell from your eyes.

“hey…just wanted to remind you that it’s okay to feel sadness, it's a natural part of life but please remember, you are not alone in this, i’m here for you, rhea too…you’re not alone in this journey, you are stronger than you think, and better days are just around the corner…i know this will pass, healing takes time, and i will always admire you for reaching out for help…and you are so brave and strong, i promise you we are with you all the way through this…we are so proud of you ” he told you, making you reach for that comfort you lost many years ago. it was the comforting voice of an adult, of someone who cared for you. it was the comforting words, the words that you begged your parents to say but never said.

and that comfort you found it again in damian’s embrace.

“go back to sleep y/n…you can sleep a couple of more hours and i promise you that i’ll be here once you wake up” he smiled, making a promise he wasn’t going to break.

the voices about a fight between the members of the judgment day flew quickly through the hotel walls. everyone woke up with the news of rhea attacking finn and liv but no one knew why. somehow they knew you were involved but they didn’t know why.

drew got worried when he didn’t see you in the gym. it was like an habituè, every hotel you were in, you were always hitting gym in the morning so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t there.

“shayna” he called when he saw the dark haired woman entering the gym “do you know where is y/n? or damian? or anyone from the judgment day ?”

“oh…you didn’t know?” she asked.

“know what?” he asked, a little worried.

“there was a fight between rhea and finn tonight, i think about y/n not feeling good or something, i really don’t know but punk said there was a lot of noise, especially from rhea screaming” she informed drew before starting her training.

drew was left there, speechless.

you were hurt?

he flew out of the gym and went towards your bedroom.

damian and rhea were both there, you were already awake but too tired to do anything. crying took a big toll on you. your eyes were heavy and red, your head was pounding heavily and you were tired.

you all heard a knock on your door and damian went in protective mode, fearing it would be finn as rhea went to open the door. she was met with a worry drew.

“drew” she whispered.

“is she okay? i’ve heard she wasn’t feeling good…” he asked, looking at the man who was shielding you.

“she is…but it’s not the right moment” rhea wasn’t stupid. she knew there was something between you two and even if she didn’t like it a little bit, she couldn’t help but be grateful that someone like drew was worrying about you.

“rhea who’s at the door?” you stood up, walking alongside with damian “oh…hi drew” you tiredly smiled at him.

“hey…” he smiled, observing your face. you were tired and it was clear to anyone that you had a rough night “can i please talk to you?” he asked and you nodded, smiling at him.

“guys…it’s fine i promise, i’ll let you know if it isn’t” you said, trying to let them go.

rhea nodded and damian smiled at you “we are one door away” you thanked them as they left.

you sat on your bed and drew followed you, his eyes never leaving your face. he was trying to see if there was something, anything that could tell him what was going on but he couldn’t find any sign.

“is everything okay? how’s your back?” you asked him. his heart melted, loving how caring you were even when it was clear that you were the one in pain.

“i’m okay…my back is okay, thank you” he smiled at you “what about you? you don’t look fine y/n” he said but you couldn’t find any words to explain what was going on.

after what happened with finn you didn’t know if you could trust him with something so delicate as your past. you knew he wasn’t finn but you’ve always valued the irish man like family, like someone who you could count on but after last night you didn’t know who to trust.

“talk to me…please” his eyes almost begging. he saw the redness around them, he knew you cried but he didn’t know why.

“it’s a long story and i’m sure you have more interesting things to do…” you smiled at him.

“i have all the time in the world for you, i wanna make sure you are okay, and clearly you’re hurting right now…” his clear eyes never leaving yours.

so you told him everything.

you told him about your family. how your dad was abusive and violent. how your mom used to make fun of you. how they never supported you. how they kicked you out when you were only a teen. how they threatened you and came back once you got famous. how you had to file a restraining order against them because they wouldn’t leave you alone. how, thanks to them, you’ve been doing therapy sessions for years. how you thought you found a new family in the judgment day. how broken you were when the team split up because to you was like living all that happened with your family all over again. how you trusted finn with your secrets and how he went and told everything to liv. how liv used it against you last night causing you the worst breakdown you’ve had in a long time.

drew was speechless. he couldn’t understand how your own family could turn their backs on you. you were their daughter and they were supposed to protect you. so he couldn’t really understand how some parents were capable of damaging their kid so much.

“and that’s it” you said, avoiding his eyes “pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” you tried to laugh but it was more of a sarcastic laugh.

“i’m so fucking sorry you had to go through all of this…there are no words to express how sorry i am, i can’t imagine what you had to deal with and i can’t imagine how painful it must have been and i swear finn is a dead man” drew said making you laugh, a genuine laugh.

“i think rhea took care of him already” you smiled.

“yeah, i heard” he laughed “but i want you to know that i’ll be here for you, what i said last night, i meant it…y/n i like you, i like all of you” he slowly reached your cheek with his hand, making sure he wasn’t overstepping “i like you when you go out in the ring and kick asses, i like you when you are just you, the normal you, i like you when you’re sad or happy, i like when you shy away from a compliment…i like you and i wanna be here for you, if you’ll let me”

and again, you weren’t good with words so you replicated the actions from last night. you moved closer to his body, your hands both around his neck while you moved closer to him. your lips meeting his in a delicate and gentle kiss, almost like saying “thank you”.

he smiled into the kiss, his hand resting on your cheek “thank you for trusting me with this y/n” he whispered before meeting your lips again.

there was an awkward silence for a few seconds. where you just tried to avoid drew’s eyes while his eyes couldn’t leave your face. he understood that you were a delicate person, who’s been through hell and more. and he promised to himself to never hurt you like your family did in the past. he wanted to see you smile every day, he wanted to be the reason for you to be happy, he wanted to be there for you so he made a promise to himself, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.

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PART 6

part 6 will be out after monday night raw cause i need ideas, let me know in the comments if you have any idea you would like me to add!

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mamisfavmosher · 11 months ago

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hiiii i love your stories! could i make a request with poly!judgement day (mainly dom x reader) where dom and reader are just acting silly at a park while the others just watch and it’s just overall basically TJD just having fun and make it super fluffy!

(sorry this was a mouthful 😭)

of course! thank you!

you want primarily dom, you shall receive primarily dom with a touch of poly!judgment day

dandelion fluff // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

"Oh, you better start running, sweetheart." Dom threatened me with a devious smirk after I blew dandelion fluff into his mullet. I giggled with a smile and began running through the grass.

Before I knew it, Dom caught me in his arms and quickly spun me around while kissing my cheek. "You're gonna pay for that! Mami spent all morning doing my hair." He said while gently flopping us onto the ground.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Judgment Day stood a few feet away, watching the two of us roll around in the grass and playfully attack each other.

"You two need to take it easy!" Priest chuckled at us. I looked up at Damian and started running toward him to try and get away from Dom.

"Not so fast, chica!" Dom had grabbed me again, throwing me into a fit of giggles.

I maneuvered my body around his to get into a piggyback position. "You can't get me from back here." I smirked at him and gently ruffled his mullet as he groaned. He hoisted me up higher to get a better grip before he suddenly took off in a sprint. "Dom!" I squealed and held onto him tightly.

"Careful, Dom! She's precious cargo!" Rhea yelled out with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever." Dom said while playfully rolling his eyes, setting me down in front of the group. Finn swiftly pulled me into his arms, holding me close against him.

"I've got ya, lass. I'll keep you safe from Dirty Dom!" Finn said with a theatrical voice. I let out another squeal as Dom tackled the both of us to the ground.

Finn quickly got up to join the standing members, both in fits of laughter of their own. Dom and I continued rolling through the grassy field, eventually coming across a rather large hill.

"Woah! Whoever rolls down the fastest gets to pick what's for dessert tonight!" I exclaimed before barreling down the hill, not waiting for Dom to catch up.

Most of the afternoon was spent like this. Tackling, rolling around, and racing with Dom before Rhea, Damian, and Finn called us back to go home.

But I pick dessert tonight, so the fun's not over yet.

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ms-wwe · 2 months ago

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CHAPTER 1 (PT 1) OF MY NEW DAMIAN PRIEST X OC FIC!!

I stood in front of my full-length mirror studying my body and what it’s become, my tattoos that cover from my ankles to my collarbones have weathered and faded ink from years of living. My muscles are still prominent, yet not as defined as they were in my twenties. My short pixie-like almost black hair was still damp from my shower moments ago, my makeup-less face dawning dark circles beneath my eyes that never seemed to fade away even with layers of makeup. I sighed at the thought of what this morning would hold, how my life was fixing to be laid out in vivid detail to a woman I’d only spoken to via phone or email. I closed my eyes and exhaled, taking in the faint sound of the birds outside my bedroom window, being here, being home, always felt like a different world to me, and the thought of someone invading this home to dig up thirty-four years of trauma left a pit in my stomach. But alas, I was the one who asked to do this here, at the compound, in the comfort of my childhood home, the comfort of knowing my fathers were just some hundred feet away from where I was in the comfort of their own homes. I opened my eyes and stared at myself once more, adjusting the bra straps resting on my shoulders, and pulling the waistband of my underwear to a more comfortable position. I turned around to face my bed, grabbed the clothes I had sat aside a mere fifteen minutes prior, and began sliding them on. I figured since we were going to be reliving the horrors that eclipsed my life, I needed to be comfortable, which is why I chose to slide on grey sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt I took from my Orlando home. These clothes still smelt like Florida, of my beautiful modern home with high ceilings and black and white décor. I pulled the sleeves of the large sweatshirt into my palms and held it to my nose, raking in a deep inhale, embracing the comfort of the scent, this sweatshirt smelt of his Cologne, and it felt as if it was keeping me grounded in the impending doom of this day. I pulled myself from my daze, knowing my time to get ready and presentable was coming to an end sooner rather than later. I opened the flimsy old bedroom door and was immediately engulfed in the eerie silence inside the home, I still wasn’t used to it. I proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen, trying not to notice the picture frames still hung on the wall surrounding me, or the faint scent of old cigarette smoke still lingering in the air. My grandfather, the man who raised me for half of my childhood had been gone for years at this point, yet being in his home without him still had this strange ability to make it feel as though he’d just passed recently. It was a sensation I still had not grown accustomed to. I made my way into the kitchen and made a beeline straight for the old coffee pot that had seen better days, I never understood why my grandfather refused to upgrade to a Keurig machine, but now that he's gone I find comfort in this old coffee pot that was hanging on for dear life. I turned the pot on and grabbed the canister of coffee sitting on its right side, it was brand new and had a small note taped to the lid.

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pandorasfavorite · 1 year ago

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AN: super short and sweet guys 🫣

“Are you guys serious?” Damian asks laughing to himself. Me and Dom turn our heads to look at the trespassers. Dom turns his head to look at my confused face and he giggles just a little bit because of it. I rub my eyes trying to get rid of the blurriness of squinting, “How’d y’all get in?” I ask more confused than ever. Rhea snorts at the completely obvious answer, “The door” Damian and Finn laugh to themselves. Dominik is just listening and looking between the people talking, I speak up again, “What if we were fucking? Then what?”.

Dominiks face burst into flames. He flips over putting his face into the mattress, his hands cover his face for the complete effect. Dominik hears everyone laughing all of the sudden making him have his laughs muffled into the comforter. I tap Dom on the back, then I shake him encouraging him to move and join the conversation. He rolls back over, his cheeks are tinted a light pink now. Rhea up to no good smirks at Dom with a impressed face, she makes a jacking off motion. Damian and Finn double over laughing, pushing each other from uncontrollable laughter. Dom’s blush just worsens and I see him seeking me out for comfort or help.

Me being high and a open book I smirk just like Rhea and I confirm her action. “Hell yea we do. My favorite treat of you know what I mean” I wink while giggling at along with the rest of the judgement day. Dom no longer caring about PDA shuffles over to sit next to me again, he shoves his face into the crook of my neck hiding from embarrassment. Now the whole group knows our love life.

Dom feels himself relax more than he ever has before: his shoulders sag and his breathing slows down just a little. I snap out of my fit of giggles at the sight, I coo at Dom laying my head on his. I look back at the rest of the group smiling like a dope at my beautiful moment. When Dom’s breathing levels out completely I ask the rest of the group to politely leave and that we will see them in the morning, sober as promised. I kiss Dom’s forehead firmly before pushing him down onto the bed and covering up while I do the same.

#dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterious #rhea ripley #damian priest #finn balor #the judgement day x reader

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emogoblin-666 · 4 months ago

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What are you doing part 2:

dominik mysterio x autistic reader

A/N: this is set in the readers pov.I also wanted to make a part 2 to this.

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* I was playing my video games when I heard a knock on my door.*

Y/N: Yes come in.

Dom: *walks in* here you go y/nn *hands me the book.*

Y/n: thankie dom.

*I got up from my chair and hugged him.*

Dom: *stumbles back a little.* whoa be careful honey.

*I giggled and let him go*

Y/n: can we read it together please?

*I said to him while giving him the puppy eyes. *

Dom: *sigh* okay fine get comfortable.

*I bounced off and into my bed waiting for dom to sit down.*

*Once he got settled he pulled me into closer to his side.*

We were both relax until Finn was screaming our names.

Y/n: what did you steal?

Dom: uhhh I was looking for dirt on Finn.

Y\N: let me guess him and JD are working with Liv.

Dom gave me a look with surprise.

Dom: how did you know?

Y/N: I just had a feeling.

With that he got up.

Dom: Don’t worry I’ll I got your back.

I smiled at him and continued to read.

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A/N: okay that was something different that I wanted to try so let me know if you like it..

#dominik mysterio x reader #wwe angst #wwe fluff #wwe incorrect quotes #dominik mysterio #finn balor

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ripleylove · 5 months ago

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Sunshine.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have poly Judgement day x Fem autistic reader with the prompt "You’re the sunshine on a dark day"?

pairings: the judgment day x austistic fem reader.

genre: fluff!

summary: Damian,Rhea,Finn and Dominik couldn't live without you,and their little gestures demonstrated it.

A/N: final exam in 2 days. im not happy. i hope this ends soon cause im gonna smash my head on a chandelier.

this is a kinda headcanon type of thing? I hope it's okay!!

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The love you felt around you was special.

You didn't feel different like your previous partners made you feel,you just felt right with them.

The way they made efforts to make you happy was heartwarming,and you couldn't help but fall for them even more.

Damian never failed to make you feel special,his big and strong figure protecting your clumsy one.

The two of you always baked cookies together,and he was always careful about any textures that could bother you.

Also,the way his arms wrapped around you was ethereal,caging you in his protectiveness and his strength.

When you would watch the stars with Finn, you always made a wish and then you kissed,sealing the promise to have each other with a love forever true.

If you felt down and you felt like clouds were in your head,Finn didn't make it a big deal,no,he just tried his best to comfort you while staying in bed,your forever safe place.

When you got hurt, Finn was always be the one to put a cute little bandage where you got hurt,kissing it better after.

With Dominik,life was never boring. He always had fun things to do (some of them extremely stupid,but since it's Dominik we're talking about,it isn't even surprising.), that the both of you would always do.

He was super jealous,in public would always try to be close to you,Damian,Finn and Rhea to show that they're taken and loved.

If people in public made you feel overwhelmed,he always took your hand and took you to the nearest cafe to buy you a boba,not without telling his other partners,of course.

And,finally,Rhea. She always did your make up, experimenting with new styles and new colors that weren't in your comfort zone,to try something new. And,of course, you also did hers.

At lunch time,when the five of you were eating,she always shared half of her food with you,lovingly feeding it to you.

As always,she would softly trace the tip of her nails on your neck while you were cuddling,especially when you needed some stimming. It would give you chills,and your giggles never failed to make her smile.

The four of them were completely delighted when they were with you,each moment spent with you was simply wonderful.

The love they had for you and for each other was incredible,the world for them could not go on if you weren't with them,so every night they prayed to never lose you.

You were the reason they woke up in the morning,and, especially,you were the sunshine on a dark day.

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months ago

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Can I get a Finn Balor x reader fic?, reader is Damian's sister and Finn's secret gf.

When Finn betrays Damian at Summerslam, reader comes out to confront Finn and he asks her to join him but she declines. However on Raw when the new judgement day is revealed, reader is seen standing behind Finn and she kisses him which angers Damian even more (Because Damian made it clear that his sister was off limits)

●Finn Balor x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Finn just turned on Damian.

We all knew it was going to eventually happen.

But not on the same night when Dom betrayed Rhea.

Well at least I didn't think Finn would do it tonight.

I am standing in gorilla watching it on the monitor with one hand over my mouth and one hand over my chest gripping my shirt. I see Finn standing there with an evil smirk on his face watching Gunther choke out Damian making him lose his title. I run down to the ring and stop when I get to Finn.

"What was that? What are you doing?! We are supposed to be a family!"

He puts his hands on the sides of my face making me look at him.

"Y/N. You can join the new family. The new judgement day."

"No. No! You ruined this family!"

I push him off of me with tears falling down my face and slide into the ring to check on Damian. Finn standing outside the ring staring at me with an evil smirk on his face.

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*On Raw two days later*

"I'm gonna wait til you feel safe. I'm gonna wait til you feel comfortable. I'm gonna wait til you almost have forgotten about me. And when your back is turned, I'll be there to stab you in it again and again and again..... and it won't just be me....."

Finn leans back on his chair as JD, Carlito, Liv and Dom walk up into the camera frame. Finn smirks looking at the camera. I slowly walk behind everyone, run my hands down Finn's chest and look at the camera evilly laughing. Finn turns his head as we kiss solidifying me as a member of The New Judgement Day. We break apart as everyone is looking at the camera laughing or smirking. I run my tongue up Finn's neck, bite him a little than look at the camera smirking. The camera goes off and we all look at the monitor seeing Damian freaking out. I giggle as I start rubbing Finn's chest still leaning on him. He looks up at me with a smile.

"Damian is gonna be so pissed off with you."

"Oh well. He deserves it."

The End!

#wwe #writing #wrestling imagine #imagines #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe fic #wwe fluff #wwe fiction #finn balor fics #finn balor fanfiction #finn balor imagine #finn balor fanfic #finn bálor #the judgement day #charley's fics

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deepdisireslonging · 9 months ago

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A Throne Fit for a Queen

The Reader escapes her own birthday with her lover to see what gift he’s hidden away for her. They put it to use, learning together only the beginning of its capabilities.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, sex chair, oral (female receiving), creampie, cw Food mention

Word Count: 2500

Note: Happy birthday to my writing bestie, @neversatisfiedgirl! This was going to be a quick smutty fluffy ficlet… and then I fell down a research hole. Happy reading!

It had been a well-meant gesture. Kenny had planned everything. Had been since the beginning of the year, seemingly more excited for your birthday than you or your own mother. We’re talking the venue, the cake, the pile of presents in one corner. And what felt like hundreds of your closest friends and family from across multiple wrestling companies. All gathered together for you. The extravagance awed you.

“I just completed another orbit around the sun. I’m not retiring,” you muttered under your breath. Still, a smile wasn’t far off as you watched the master of ceremonies pelt Damian with a series of streamers, hopelessly entangling his victim. You giggled behind your hand as Rhea tried to help him out.

Then warm hands slid around your middle. A lingering kiss nestled into the curve of your neck. When you hummed and leaned into the strong torso behind you, a growl answered.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“As if anyone else would dare to hold me like this.” You turned in his arms, draping your own across his shoulders to play with the short hairs at the base of his neck. “Finn, darling, what are you up to?”

He pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t wish my best girl a happy birthday?”

“I suppose.” You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip. “Your best girl, huh? How many girls you got in reserve there, Cassanova?”

“Ha. Ha.” He gave your hips a squeeze. “Just one. Even if I tried to have other girls, they’d always be jealous about how much time and affection I lavish on you.”

“Good to hear.”

Finn smiled into the kiss you gave him, smirking when a few whistles and hoots tried to distract him. “Looks like this party’s in full swing. Would you like your present before Kenny pulls us back into the fray?”

You rolled your eyes. “You already gave me my presents. They were lovely. I really don’t need anything-“

“I know. But,” he bobbled his head with a sparkle in his eye, “I’ve got something else that I hope you can use year-round.”

Intriguing. All of his other presents had been wonderful. Just what you wished for. Apparently, he had been keeping a list whenever you mentioned needing or wanting something, and taking note of things you let linger through your hands while out shopping. You wondered what this one could be, and when you had wished for it. “What is it?”

“Do. You. Want. Your. Present?”

With a big sigh, you dragged out your answer, “yes.”

Off to one side, a flash of red hair darted behind Kevin Owens. A slice of cake splattered all over his face a second later. You’d have to find out later if it was Becky or Sami from one of the closer witnesses. If anyone hazarded to squeal. Finn used the distraction to his advantage. He took hold of your wrist, deftly dragging you through the crowd of laughing and partying guests, until you made the escape to a back hallway. Like a child about to get into infinite trouble, he looked both ways before crashing through a door with you.

The lighting was dim. But candles flickered all around the small space that was probably nothing more than a large closet.

“How-“

Finn cut off your question with a smoldering kiss that made your knees wobble. “Kenny asked me for tips about celebrating you, of course. Originally planned today as a surprise party-“

“Oh, dear-“

“Exactly. But I talked him out of it. And set up my own party space while he was directing everyone else.” His hands lingered up your sides, leaving tingling, hot trails in their wake. You whimpered into his mouth as his touch toyed with the flowy hem of your party dress. “Liking everything so far?”

“Mhmm.” You caught his bottom of lip between your teeth, sucking on it till he pulled himself away to bury his face in your cleavage. “So… I get to use you year-round?”

“Mhmm.”

Then you caught sight of what was in the center of the room. You had wondered if a “pinned-to-the-wall” quickie was the present. Not that it was a bad thing, but not usually Finn’s detailed style. But the centerpiece, that made a lot more sense. How in the world had he gotten that thing in here without anyone noticing?

Finn felt your breath stutter under his ministrations. He followed your gaze. “Oh, yes. That. You are always welcome to use me all year, but I figured maybe you could use and be used on something ornate enough to enthrone my Queen.”

It was a King Edward chair. You knew the one. Designed for the “playboy prince” of the Victorian era. Scholars still didn’t know all the positions that could be accomplished on it. Now that you had your own, and a willing partner to experiment with, maybe you could find out. Already your imagination was swirling with the possibilities. How Finn could take you with you spread across it. Or vise versa. Whereas the original was in white and gold with floral cushions, this one was black and silver with red cushions. The perfect private throne for a Demon King or his Queen.

But Finn wasn’t letting you move. He sank to his knees, pinning you against the door by your hips while his head disappeared under your dress. You covered your mouth as his nose pressed into the front of your sensible undergarments. He nipped your inner thigh for it.

“Everyone’s at the party. No one around to hear you.” With a chuckle, he peeked out from under the fabric. “Unless we really get into it.” From one kneecap to the next, he placed a gentle kiss on your skin. “Don’t hold back, m'aingeal. It’s your day and I want you to feel everything.”

You nodded, letting your hand drop to his hair. With the other, you held back your skirt to watch what he was doing to you. With a pleased hum, he again pressed his nose into your sex, nudging about before catching the fabric waistband with his teeth. His nails and teeth lightly scraped against your skin as he desperately worked to bare you to him. The sight of your slick made him ferocious. He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. Then, he really began to work. Tongue and fingers. Humming and sucking. You leaned your head back against the door, panting and doing your best not to thrust into his face.

All the while, you could see the chair. A pleasurable threat. A dangerous promise.

“Getting close, féileacán?”

You were. But all you could do was moan an affirmation. Your release was approaching. Fluttering nearer with each curl of his fingers, or jolting you with a nip to your thigh.

He added another digit to the ones already stretching you out. Then, when his mouth enveloped you, you fell apart. Your fingers shakily dug into his scalp, making him groan and prolong your pleasure with the vibrations. Those vibrations told hold of your whole body. Your lungs quaked in their cage next to your frantically beating heart, aiding the spotting of your vision. Your other hand dropped your skirt, reaching above you to claw against the door. You were aware of his movements to bring you down slowly, and to bring himself back into the flickering light. But mostly you were trying to remember how to breathe.

Then he was kissing at the underside of your jaw. He smeared your skin with the essence he had just drawn from you.

“We-“ you licked your lips, “we need to go back-“

“Do you really think I was going to show you your present… and then not use it with you at least till one orgasm? Oh, leanbh,” he tugged on your waist, “we’re just getting started.”

That promise dragged a whimper from your soul.

But once you stood in front of the chair, you had to wonder: how were you supposed to… mount this thing? Tilting your head, you considered a few ways. Maybe if you climbed up on it first, you could rotate to lay on your back?

You had just leaned over it to do just that when Finn flicked up the back of your skirt and began to knead the globes of your seat.

“Forget that iced monstrosity out there,” he gave your ass a slap, “I’ve got the sweetest treat right here.”

Another few slaps helped you up, where you could turn to lay on your back. The foot rests (stirrups?) did help you keep your position instead of sliding off. But they also arched your legs *way* open. Finn’s brilliant blue eyes were enraptured by the sight. Unblinking, he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Like a moth to a flame, he drew closer until the bulge trapped in his jeans was close enough for your sex to feel the heat. He took hold of the grips standing up next to your ribs. His knuckles turned white, the only evidence how much this man was holding back from blowing his load from the view alone.

You sat up. And reached for his front button. His hands met yours there. Together, you raced to release his cock into the open. When it finally sprung free, he gave a gasp of relief. The eagerness of it, warm and stiff in your hand, made your mouth water. But leaned over you, making sure to place your hands on the grips firmly enough to tell you that you needed to hang on.

Murmuring filthy Irish curses under his breath, he toyed with you further by sliding his cock through your slick. The head bumped your clit from time to time, making you whine.

“Please. Don’t make me wait.”

“Of course not, Love. I just- hmm. I can’t get enough of you being so wet for me. So ready. Making those sounds of yours. Calling out for me like you do when you beg. But you’re right. I can’t make the birthday girl wait.”

Inch by glorious inch, he filled you. You fully leaned back into the chair, hanging onto the grips for dear life. When he was fully seated within you, and panting with the feel of you around his length, his own hands joined yours on the grips. Thankfully, he started slow. You would have flown apart instantly at that angle if he’d pounded into you immediate like he wanted to. Faintly you could hear the music of the party still going on beyond the walls. But soon, all you could focus on hearing was the slapping of Finn’s hips colliding with yours. His grunts and gasps as he speared deeper and deeper. Your own cries and jumbled words as you pleaded with him to move one way or the other. And the creaking of the chair. The faster he went, the more his hands slid down the grips until they rested over yours. That slightest contact of skin dazzled you.

“Please, please, please-“

Whatever you were begging for, Finn answered in full force. It didn’t take long, despite feeling like you’d been dangling on the edge of a precipice for an eternity, before Finn’s thrusts stuttered. He reached for your clit, thumbing over it until you were weeping his name. He watched, enraptured, as you came apart. Chest heaving. Hair plastered around your forehead. And he watched your lips murmuring like he was waiting.

Your grip on the bars faltered as he kept moving, chasing his own release. “Come on, mo rí diabhal. Fill me, possess me, like only you can-“

With a roar, he did just that. He pumped all he had to give into you. When he was finally spent, he fell over you, his head resting on your breasts.

Again, the distant drifting of the party sounds found you. And, despite the incredible desire to stay just where you were, curling your fingers into his hair, you eventually made the first move to leave. He groaned, irritated when he had to pull himself out of you. He fixed his pants, but stood in the way of your dismount. You cradled his head to your shoulder, wondering if he could still smell the post-orgasmic kiss he gave you earlier.

“We need to go back.”

“Yeah.”

“We smell like sex.” You shot him a playful frown when he seemed unperturbed. “What are going to tell people when they ask where we’ve been?”

“The truth.” He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger so you couldn’t avoid his gaze. “I had to give the birthday girl her present.”

Your eyebrows raised. “Oh? Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And if they ask what the present was?” You gripped his wrist, but he refused to budge.

“We’ll tell them, ‘what do you think’ and leave it at that.” He quickly kissed you before letting you go. “You don’t think I’d tell them about our new toy, did you?” He helped you off the chair and back into your panties, not missing an opportunity to feel you up again. “I would never. It’s our secret. Though we’ve got to end this shindig quick. I’m not through with you.”

You rolled your eyes, starting to wonder who the present was actually for. “No?”

“Not in the slightest. And it’s portable. I’m thinking about attaching wheels to the bottom so we can move it around.”

You startled. Then grinned. “It might look a little odd… rolling this thing around the airport.” You giggled when his surprised face matched yours at what he had insinuated.

“I was thinking-“ his voice cracked. After clearing his throat he tried again, “I was thinking about moving it to different rooms in the house.” He stepped close, once again pinning you to the door so he could whisper in your ear. “Perhaps tie you down to it. Cover those pretty eyes of yours so you’re disorientated. Only able to think about what I’ll do to you.” He snickered and stepped back. “But I like the way you think. Maybe I can borrow someone’s jet sometime and really take you higher than the mile-high club. Remember that flight to Toronto?”

Your pussy threatened to gush again with the memory. “Maybe.”

A wicked gleam filled his gaze. “Then let’s finish up this party quick so I can get you home.”

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Masterlist

Wrestling Masterlist

Other Finn Fics:

Fright Club (Fluff)

The Forbidden Door (Stripper!Balor, Smut)

Dangerous (Smut) [Prince Devitt]

#Happy Birthday Ree!#reader insert #wwe x reader #wwe smut #finn balor x reader #finn balor smut #finn balor fluff #writers writing for writers #had to use that gif since I know it's a favorite of yours #lol

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dirtywrestling · 2 years ago

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Hey can I request a Finn Bálor x Male Reader, where the male reader is new to NXT and he's shy but The Prinxe takes a liking to him? Also, can the reader be a virgin?

Pairing: Finn Balor x Male!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Shy!Reader, Fluff, Nudity, Strip Tease

Commissions: Closed

Imagines: Open

"Go ahead, don't be shy. Show daddy." Finn motioned his hand for you to undress in front of him as he was relaxing on the bench in the empty locker room.

You bit your bottom lip, only being in your wrestling trunks and boots it wasn't too much to strip out of in front of your crush. "Don't make me beg." Finn's voice was deeper this time and his eyes were darker.

Swallowing, you kicked off your wrestling boots and started to slowly tug down your trunks. Your semi hard erection sprung upwards. Once your trunks were down your muscular legs, your hands quickly came up and covered yourself.

Finn clicked his tongue shaking his head. "No, don't be shy towards daddy." Finn slapped at his thigh. "Come here."

Pulling your hands away from your crotch you slowly walked towards Finn who grabbed your waist and placed you on his lap, straddling him. "Why is such a pretty boy like yourself so shy?" Finn hummed the question looking over your body. The tip of his fingers traced over your sensitive nipple.

Shivering you replied out; "I- I'm a virgin." You moaned, arching your back from his touches.

"A virgin?" Finn purred, his hands coming down cupping your ass. "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll make this special." Finn pulled your cheeks apart and slowly teased your untouched hole with the tip of his fingers.

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damiansgoodgirll · 3 months ago

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Hi!!!!! Your writings are amazing! I wanted to ask if you would be willing to write a story based off of this last raw.

When Damian saved Rhea from Doms jump trick I thought it was super sweet and got an idea.

Could you possibly write something where Y/N is jumped back stage by Jd Mcdumbass but The terror twins catch them in the process and while Damian chases him off Rhea comforts you and helps tend to the slight injuries, then Damian comes back to also comfort.

(Platonic)

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

don’t touch what’s mine

you were the last og member of the judgment day and after the disaster that happened at summerslam, you stood with rhea and damian. they were your family and you didn’t want to leave them behind.

now it was you, rhea and damian against the rest of the team, and liv. words couldn’t explain how much you despised liv morgan, she wanted to be that girl but in your eyes she was just a failure.

so, when rhea told you to stay backstage because she didn’t want you to risk getting injured, you were reluctant but you did as she said.

you were nervously watching rhea destroying on the mic both live and dom, smiling at her confidence and wishing you could be like her. you’ve always admired her, her strength and her big personality, she taught you to be the person you are today and all you’ve accomplished in the past was much thanks to her.

the whole liv and dom segment was pure chaos, both trying to say the most stupid things just to upset rhea.

you laughed when damian appeared behind them. he was pissed as much as rhea was and he had every right to start his attack on dom.

but in less than a few minutes it erupted into complete anarchy. damian starting him match against carlito early and of course - winning. but the judgment day, or at least “the budget day”, how you liked to call them, couldn’t stand to see carlito lose so they began their attack on damian.

rhea came to the rescue, scaring everyone away. but your heart skipped a beat when you saw how easily finn sacrificed jd to save his own face.

“it’s not gonna work out for you finn” you whispered, softly smiling at the screen in front of you.

and while rhea and damian were happily celebrating inside the ring, you left the changing room to wait for them backstage.

your eyes met finn who was visibly upset, and maybe a little embarrassed for how his team just lost. you couldn’t help to smile and think how stupid he was to choose the wrong part of the team but your happiness didn’t last long enough because you fell on the floor when you heard liv attacking you from behind.

“should have stayed in the changing room where mom and dad want to hide you” she smirked before leaving with dom.

she didn’t hurt you that much but when a hand grabbed your hair from behind, yanking your neck even more on the ground, in that moment, you felt pain.

“you choose the wrong people to have on your side” jd smirked while he was still grabbing your hair “you should have listened to finn back at summerslam” he kept saying but you couldn’t really understand what he was saying as you were focus on your pain, his hand lifting you off the ground by your hair, your scalp was probably turning red from the strength he put into it “we could have been your new team y/n but you chose the wrong people” he laughed.

“i still have no idea why you are a part of this group, all you do is suck” he replied back, no fear of what he could have done with you as you were feeling pain from your scalp to your neck and into your shoulders.

you couldn’t see his eyes as he was manhandling you from behind but you could feel his body going rigid, getting even angrier.

“you’re all talk y/n” he said moving his hand from your head to your neck, making you yelp from the pain but you weren’t going to give up “if they care so much about you, why aren’t they here uh? if they love you so much, why are you here all alone? where are they?” he laughed into your ear, forcing his hand on your neck.

“right here dumbass” you heard damian’s voice and jd’s held on your neck got limp, as if he was scared of what damian might have done to him.

before he could get away with it, rhea attacked him from behind, making him fall on the ground “don’t fucking touch what’s mine ever again" she spat out, making him shiver.

damian grabbed him from the neck, just like how he had grabbed you earlier while rhea went to check up on you.

“let’s go mcdumb” damian called him making you chuckle. rhea took you to the changing room while damian continued his attack on jd “mom didn’t teach you that you shouldn’t hit a girl?” now jd was scared because he knew damian was bigger and stronger than him “but you touched my girl…someone who was a friend of yours before you turned your back on her too and i won’t allow you to hurt her again, clear?” he screamed in his face, making him shiver.

dom, liv, finn and carlito where nowhere to be seen so jd was all alone with priest until someone heart the screams from the corridor.

“was i clear?” damian screamed again, holding him up from his neck and making him fighting for his life.

“priest let him go” punk screamed watching the scene.

“i’m not letting him go before he apologises to y/n! he fucking hurt her! let me repeat this again dumbass, you touch her one more time and you and your little team are fucking dead, clear?” damian shouted, waiting for jd to nod his head before letting him go “coward” he whispered before reaching for the changing room where rhea took you.

punk took one last look at jd, sensing how scared he was “better not to mess up with the judgment day, and especially with y/n…just an advice from an old man” he smirked before leaving.

in the meantime you were checking yourself in the mirror while rhea grabbed some ice for you.

“it’s gonna turn purple” she whispered gently laying the ice on your skin.

“yeah…”

“y/n, what were you doing outside of the changing room?” she wasn’t mad, she couldn’t get mad at you, you were like a sister to her but she constantly worried for you and seeing you being attacked by jd made her blood boil.

“i wanted to welcomed you after damian’s win…i wasn’t expecting them to being so mean…” you whispered.

rhea’s heart melted when she heard that you risked it all just for them “angel…that’s so sweet of you but don’t put your health at risk again because of us okay?” she softly smiled at you.

“but…”

“no buts please…one thing is you going outside because you have a match, one thing is you risking your own safety because of them, and i don’t wanna risk it, please…”

you knew you couldn’t say no when she asked so nicely so you nodded.

damian joined you two back in the room and he brought something cold to drink for you “it should help…” he smiled “are you okay mariposa?”

“yeah…it’s just…it’s gonna hurt for a while…”

“your neck?” damian asked.

“my head, my neck, my shoulders…everything, i still have to get used to them being against us you know” you chuckled, wiping some tears from your face “but i’m glad you’re still here…it sucks getting affectionate to someone just to see them go” you didn’t want to cry, especially after seeing them winning on stage.

damian’s face soften at your words. he knew how important was the judgment day for you so he understood how much you’ve been suffering the past two weeks “we ain’t going nowhere mariposa and that’s a promise…”

“we will always be here y/n…we ain’t leaving you sweetheart” rhea smiled making you laugh “and it’s okay to feel betrayed, we feel it too, but please don’t keep everything inside okay? if you need to talk about it or to cry, we are here for you…”

you were glad rhea and damian were still by your side.

“okay…it just…i wished they weren’t so dumb to throw everything away but it will pass…thanks for being here” you wiped more tears away but your hand was gently replaced with damian’s one.

he was gently stroking your cheek “i promise you that we’ll never leave, but as rhea said, if something bothers you, let it out okay?”

“i will, i promise…but next monday i wanna kick jd’s ass with you guys, please…it will make me feel better”

“oh don’t use this method on me love” rhea joked, knowing she couldn’t say no when you said that something was making you feel good “but we will let you on stage with us, right damian?”

“absolutely, and i will help you kick his ass” he laughed.

“can we go back to the hotel room now? i feel like i need a hot shower and at least ten hours of sleep” you asked making them chuckle.

“let’s go princess…i’ll help ya to put some lotion of your neck and shoulders after you’re all clean…” rhea smiled.

“yes please…i feel like my whole body is on fire right now…” you said, your hand moving to massage your neck.

“we will take care of you i promise” damian smiled “and then i’ll take care of jd dumb fucking ass” he whispered only for rhea to hear.

you didn’t know what to expect but while you were in the shower, relaxing yourself, you heard some noises coming from the corridor.

you heard jd screaming apologies for you, making you laugh. knowing that rhea and damian were behind all of this, you relaxed a little more, knowing that no matter what happened, you would always have each other’s backs.

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delilahcalicocat · 6 months ago

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hi! How are you doing? I hope you're okay <3 if you don't mind i would like to request a fluff reader x the judgement day (could be platonic or not,you can decide! ) where reader loves micheal jackson's music (ive been his fan since 9 yrs and now im in my mj feelings again) and she always listens to it and slowly tjd start to get passionate about the music too!! Sorry if it's not understandable, have a great day!! You're loved ♡

A/N: I'm doing fine, I was just busy yesterday. So of course I can make this <3

You loved Michael Jackson, you'd always be listening to his music.

One time while you had to drive to a show with Damian, Finn, Dom and Rhea. You heard 'Bad' come on the radio

You literally sang your heart out to the song. Your favorites were 'Bad and Smooth Criminal' you were always listening to them on repeat.

So Finn and Damian started catching on.

Of course your boyfriends would catch on first.

Then Rhea caught on. She would often flirt with you by using song lines.

So Damian and Rhea decided to save up their usual travel snack money to buy you the Vinyl of Michael Jackson you were always talking about.

They all started to get passionate about your music. So that's why they did it.

You were excited because it was a week before your birthday.

So on the night of RAW, you were called backstage by The Judgement Day.

They handed you a bag that was purple with a bow on it.

You opened it and saw your favorite Michael Jackson album as a CD and A record

You ended that night in tears.. of joy..

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe fanfiction #wwe fluff #the judgement day #damian priest #rhea ripley #finn balor

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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Can I request poly! Judgement Day with a s/o who's a stationary enthusiastic? Never leave me alone in the stationary section at the drugstore because I will buy the entire world

thanks for the request!

stationary sweetheart // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

My eyes widened as I spotted the stationary section. All the bright colors, the pretty gels and inks, the various patterns printed onto sticky notes, the different textures of paper, the abundance of notebooks and notepads. All of it drew me in and I couldn't stop myself when my feet started moving closer and closer.

I slowly walked down the aisle, stopping multiple times to admire something. Coming to a halt, I looked around and realized that my four partners were no where to be seen. Furrowing my brows for a second, I shrugged and carried on browsing.

I gasped when I saw it. The prettiest pen I had ever laid my eyes on. The stick of the pen was wrapped in purple ribbon and purple feathers sprouted from the top. I carefully grabbed the pen and observed it in my grasp. Removing the cap, I scribbled lightly on a piece of sampling paper and immediately grinned. The ink was a beautiful purple gel.

Meanwhile, the other four members of the Judgment Day had been on one mission: get cough medicine. That was until they noticed their fifth member and beloved girlfriend was no longer following behind them. Rhea immediately started to panic, thinking of the worst. The four of them made quick work of spreading out through the store to search.

Back in the stationary section, I happily smirked as my eyes landed on the marker display. These were some of my favorites as my partners would usually let me color on their tattoos to waste time, so I'm always on the look out for new colors. I spotted a packet of pastel markers and another packet that had an 'under the sea' color palette. Holding both packets in my arms along with my purple pen, the various shades and patterns of sticky notes caught my eye. Wandering over to them, I inspected all the different prints and picked up a few packs. I knew we needed some more at the house, so my partners should understand.

A dark blur crossed the aisle opening in front of me before stopping and quickly backing up. "Sweetheart, we've been looking all over for you!" It was Dom. He walked over to me and chuckled at the sight of my arms filled with stationary goodies.

"Sorry, Dom Dom. I couldn't help myself! But, look!" I held out the pretty purple pen and moved it around so the feathers would tickle him.

"That's a real nice pen, chica, but you had Mami worried sick." Dom lectured, but gently smiled at me before I could defend myself. "Let me tell her I found you real quick." He pulled out his phone and sent her a text.

Before either of us had time to leave the aisle, Mami came barreling around the corner and swiftly walked over to us. "Baby, you can't just walk away from us like that! We had no idea where you went!" She said in an exasperated manner, her brows furrowed.

"Mami, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to look at all the pretty stuff... Plus, we're out of sticky notes at home." I held up one of the multiple packs of sticky notes in my arms and watched with a small smile as her resolve faded.

She sighed and shook her head before grabbing all of the items from my arms and putting them in her basket. "Well, thanks for getting the sticky notes, babe. Just let one of us know when you want to go down a specific aisle next time. You scared the hell out of me... thought something happened to you." She held out her hand for me to grab, which I did before proceeding to kiss her cheek. Rhea smirked down at me, then switched her attention to the two men jogging into the aisle. Damian and Finn were out of breath as they looked at me with pointed gazes.

"Don't worry, guys. Rhea and I already gave her the lecture." Dom chimed in, picking up a pack of Halloween stickers behind him and holding it up for me to see. "You want more stickers, too, baby?"

I gasped, "Yes!", snatching the stickers and throwing them in the basket.

"Lass, what do you need that many sticky notes for?" Finn eyed the contents of the basket and looked to me. I pulled the three packs out and held them up to him.

"This one's for whatever anyone wants, this one's for dates on the calendar, and this one's for me to leave little notes around the house for you all." I shyly smiled and gently put them back in the basket.

"You're too sweet, babygirl." Damian pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. "I better get the most lovey-dovey shit in those little notes." He said with raised eyebrows.

"Of course! The most lovey-dovey shit for all of you." I giggled and Damian attacked the side of my head with soft kisses.

He nuzzled my face into his chest. "Our sweet little angel. But, don't ever scare us like that again." His voice became stern.

"I won't, promise." They all gave me a quick kiss before we checked out and headed home to make good use of my new stationary goodies.

#wwe #rhea ripley #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #finn balor #damian priest #wwe superstars #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #damian priest x reader #the judgment day x reader #poly!judgment day #monday night raw #friday night smackdown #wwe x reader #judgment day fluff

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