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sydsaint · 8 months ago

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Make fun of my big forehead man ONE MORE TIME!!!

Summary: With Rhea gone, TJD start to fall apart at the seams. Tired of taking Damian's abuse, JD decides that it's time for the Irish Ace to make his return to singles action. But JD isn't about to leave without his favorite girl.

"Crap." You grumble to yourself in the hotel room as you sift through your suitcase for your Judgement Day shirt. "Come on!" You grit your teeth. "It's got to be in here somewhere."

Across the room, JD finishes throwing his ring gear into his gym bag. He notices the distressed look on your face, so he walks over to you to ask what's got you looking so upset for.

"YN, love. What's got you all worked up?" JD asks you.

"I can't find my damned shirt!" You curse the air and shove your suitcase away from you.

You let out a frustrated sigh and run a hand through your hair.

"Alright, no need to take it out on the suitcase." JD chuckles to lighten the mood. "What's so special about this shirt you're looking for, anyway?" He asks you. "You know that you look good in pretty much anything, YN."

"Ugh, that's not the point!" You whine. "Damian has been up my ass about wearing Judgment Day merch to Raw." You explain. "I swear I packed the damn thing! But now I can't find it." Your voice cracks slightly due to your frustration.

Jordan rolls his eyes at the mention of Damian giving out more ridiculous orders to the team. Priest has been getting more and more authoritarian ever since he won his championship and Rhea had to leave due to her shoulder injury.

"Alright, just relax, love." JD walks back over to his suitcase laying open on the other side of the room. "Your suitcase might not survive another outburst." He jokes and pulls his Judgement Day shirt over his head.

JD tosses the shirt over to you and step forward to catch it. You watch him reach into his suitcase and pull out a different shirt to put on.

"Let Damian bitch at me for not wearing any merch today." JD offers as he pulls a plain purple shirt over his head.

"Thanks, Jordan." You crack a soft, thankful, smile.

You step into the bathroom with Jordan's shirt and the rest of your outfit for the night and get changed. You pull the shirt over your head in the bathroom and notice that it smells like Jordan. Which makes you smile to yourself.

When you come back out of the bathroom, JD is on his phone texting with Finn about the show. He looks up from his phone when he hears you come out of the bathroom and smiles at you.

"Like I said earlier." Jordan pockets his phone and gets to his feet. "You look great in just about anything, YN." He compliments you. "Damian and Dominick are already at the arena, and Finn is waiting for us in the lobby if you're ready to go." He adds.

"Yeah, just let me grab my bag." You nod and retrieve your bag from its spot on your bed. "And hey, thanks again for the shirt, Jordan. I don't know why I was freaking out so much about it." You thank him.

JD shrugs and gets the door for you. "Don't worry about it, YN." He assures you. "Happy to help."

You and JD meet Finn in the hotel lobby and the three of you head out to the arena for Raw. Once you make it to the arena, JD is quick to fall into a conversation with Dominick. You decide to take a minute to catch up with Finn while everyone waits for Damian to arrive back from wherever he's at.

"You ready for Raw, tonight? Finn?" You ask Balor casually. "You've got a match against Jey Uso, right?" You ask him.

"Yep." Finn nods. "I've gone up against Jey, before. It shouldn't be too much of an issue." He assures you. "How about you, YN. How's traveling with JD been?" He asks you. "The two of you getting along? It seems like you are. Especially since, and I mean no offense, but your shirt reeks of him, YN." Finn alludes to something or other involving you and JD.

You laugh at the way Finn maneuvers the conversation around the obvious accusation that he could be making. "Damian's been nagging me about wearing merch for Raw." You explain. "I forgot to pack my shirt, so Jordan lent me his. That's all."

"Oh." Finn replies. "Right, sorry, YN. I didn't mean to accuse you and JD of anything, you know?" He apologizes.

"It's okay, Finn." You laugh. "And to answer your other question, Jordan and I are getting along fine as travel partners." You assure him.

Finn nods and changes the subject to something else. Damian finally makes it back to the locker room right before Raw is set to start, and the mood in the locker room instantly changes when he arrives.

"Good, you're all here." Damian barges into the room, his voice booming as he slams the door behind him. "YN, I see you got the memo about your wardrobe." He comments on your shirt when his gaze happens to flit over to you. "And I see that JD did the opposite." He adds when he glances over at JD who's talking to Dominick.

JD rolls his eyes, but doesn't try and argue with Priest. Damian glosses over the schedule for Raw. He mentions Finn's match against Jey as well as his plans for a promo in the ring before the match.

"Alright, that's everything for tonight." Damian addresses everyone after he's done going over plans. "Y'all can do whatever you want until it's time to head out to the ring."

"How generous of you." You mumble to yourself, which earns some side-eye from Damian.

Damian turns his full attention on you, still siting next to Finn still. "You got something to say, YN?" He asks you.

"Nope. Nothing, boss." You reply dryly and rise from your seat.

Damian's gaze follows you as you walk past him and take a seat next to JD and Dominick. Damian stares at you for a moment, but eventually scoffs and walks off. Dominick heads out to go do something before it gets too late into the night, which leaves you with just JD to talk to.

"Some attitude he's got tonight." You whisper to Jordan with a sour expression.

"Got that right." JD agrees. "Who dies and made him boss anyway?" He adds.

Later into the night, it's almost time for Finn's match against Jey, so Damian rallies the troops and orders everyone out to the ring with him. You bring up the rear of the group with Jordan. Damian leads the pack and talks with Finn about making sure that he doesn't lose to Jey tonight.

"Is he really giving Finn the, 'you better not lose this.' talk, right now?" JD asks you quietly, so Dominick can't hear the two of you whispering.

"It sounds like it, yeah." You nod. "What the fuck is his problem tonight?" You wonder aloud. "I mean, Finn's been a champion way more times and in way more promotions than he ever has." You scoff.

JD nods in agreement, and you both glare over Dominick's shoulder at Damian. "And people like to say I've got a big head." He jokes with you.

You giggle and knock shoulders with JD playfully. "It's not that big." You laugh with him. "Just...larger than average. And it could be worse. You could have a big forehead and be ugly, right?" You add playfully.

"Well, we can't all be as effortlessly pretty as you, YN." Jordan chuckles. "But, I try."

You and Jordan laugh with one another, and for a moment you forget about Damian and his little ego trip.

Everyone files out to the ring and Damian gets a microphone from someone in the timekeepers area. With his microphone in hand, Damian makes his way to the middle of the ring and begins his speech.

You hang out in the corner of the ring with JD and Finn, and Dom is posted up in the other corner while Damian talks. Priest's speech eventually catches the attention of Jey, who was bound to head out to the ring sooner or later. But Jey doesn't come out to the ring alone. With him is Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens, who's visiting from Smackdown since you're in Canada for the week.

"Oh, great." You comment as Sami, Jey, and Kevin all file out to the ring. "He just had to run his mouth, didn't he?" You sigh.

Jey confronts Damian in the middle of the ring, still pissed off about JD and Dom helping Damian cheat to win at Backlash a couple of weeks ago. Sami and Kevin offer Jey support by keep an eye on you, JD, Dom, and Finn, on the other side of the ring.

Eventually, a fight does end up breaking out between the two groups in the ring. You do your best to stay out of the carnage, But it's a little difficult to stay out of the way when bodies are flying around everywhere with reckless abandon.

"Shit! Move, Damian!" You accidentally smack right into Damian on your journey to make it out of the ring.

Your hit knocks Priest off balance and allows Jey an opening to hit him with a pretty nasty super kick. You feel bad for causing it, but slip down to the floor anyway. JD pops up at your side a few seconds later after barreling through Kevin over near the corner of the ring.

"You alright, YN?" JD checks up on you as the chaos of the fight begins to dissipate.

"Yeah, I'm good, Jordan." You nod and head over to Finn as he rolls out of the ring as well.

Dominick joins your trio a few seconds later and everyone gets clear of the ring. Everyone except Damian. Priest remains in the ring and furiously tries another attempt at attacking Jey.

Jey backs off with regroups with Sami and Kevin, leaving Priest alone in the ring. Damian realizes he's alone and frantically starts looking around for his team. He turns around to find everyone waiting for him at the top of the ramp. You gesture for him to join you in a friendly manner, but Damian takes it as anything but a friendly gesture.

You and the group wait at the top of the ramp as Damian makes his way out of the ring. And Dominick is the first one to notice that he looks like he's fuming mad.

"What the hell was all that?!" Damian stomps up the ring and confronts everyone. "So you guys just leave me in the ring alone?" He glares at the group. "And you!" He directs his attention to you. "What the fuck happened in the ring? You tripped me right into Jey!"

"I was trying to get out of the way, Damian." You reply calmly. "It's not like I meant to trip you." You try and assure him that you meant no harm.

Damian rolls his eyes, anger rolling off him like heatwaves. "Right. I swear, Rhea leaves for a week and it's like the four of you turn into a bunch of idiots!" He huffs. "Did you all forget how to listen to simple directions?" He goes back to confronting everyone.

"And who died made you boss?" You reply sharply, not about to take this verbal abuse.

"Rhea did." Damian turns his angry eyes back on you.

You scoff and tsk at him. "The fuck she did." You protest. "Rhea didn't say shit about putting you in charge of anything, Priest! And I'm getting real tired of you bossing me around." You add.

"I'm the champion!" Damian points to the belt hanging off his shoulder. "So what I say goes. You don't like it? Then you can take your bad attitude and get lost." He glares down at you. "Rhea is plenty enough women for this group. We don't need another one."

Before your brain can register what you're doing, you raise a hand and smack Damian across the face. The sound echo's off the barricades either side of the ramp and you suddenly remember that everyone is still standing on the stage and not in the secluded backstage area. Meaning the whole WWE universe just saw you smack Priest across the face.

Damian's nostrils flare and he stares down at you with murder in his eyes. But you don't budge from your spot.

"She's right, Priest." JD speaks up from your side. "You're not our boss. And we're tired of you acting like you can order us around." He comes to your defense.

Damian's rage switches from being directed at you to JD. He towers over Mcdonagh with a locked jaw and glares at him. "Yeah? Well you can join her then." He growls at JD.

"Gladly." JD replies. "Finn, Dominick, don't let this bloke order you around like his lackies, mates." He gives a friendly warning to the remaining Judgment Day members. "Come on, YN. Let's get out of here."

You glance between Finn and Dominick, offering them each a sympathetic smile before you join JD. The two of you walk toward the curtain while the WWE crowd roars throughout the arena.

"You know that we're going to catch hell from Priest for this, right?" You laugh to yourself as you and JD step through the curtain. "And we aren't exactly popular in this locker room." You add.

"Eh." JD shrugs and grabs your hand hanging at your side. "I've got you, love. Nothing else I need." He grins at you.

You giggle and clutch at his hand in yours. "It might not be so bad then." You joke.

You know that being against Priest won't be an easy battle. But you're willing to take the fight head-on as long as JD has your back.

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joannasteez · 8 months ago

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almost blue (1)

pairing: cody rhodes x black reader warning: explicit descriptions of violence and sexual activity. minors please do not interact. readers eighteen and older interact only please. descriptions of alcohol consumption and the use of deadly weapons. authors note: JOHN WICK AU!!! so excited to share this! i had this sorta kinda in my back pocket for a while, while trying to build up tanks of blood, which you can find to read here. not everything in this is super true to the world of john wick but the most im using as inspo is the aesthetic anyways. also a one off mention of john wick lol. that and some of the names for certain things. italics in the beginning represent flashback perspective music inspo: almost blue by chet baker word count: 4800 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @southerngirl41 @2-muchsauce @crxssjae

new york. the continental hotel and it's flatiron shape. september 2019. the rain, this soft unsteady pitter patter. a gentle gray coloring the sky. the air cold and biting. the city filling its brim with a sleepless droning.

and amongst the deathly sort of decadence—gold trim and blood red carpet floors—bath water disturbs till its sloshing to overtake the tub. a messy spill against the floor. his lips working over yours. fingers kneading deep enough into skin that it stains with the print of his touch. nails tender in his hair and your body melting in till the heat of him breaks over your skin. his everything settled into the wisp and charm of your voice as his pleasure becomes whole. too great.

—but his memory tires from old moments like these, a shell of itself as it attempts in vain to restore to it's former glory. has been in a perpetual state of exhaustion for sometime. but this straining is singular. a throbbing at the forefront of his skull. a tight pulling pain at the nape of his neck till it's creeping wild at the tip of his spine. forcing him to grow ill as he works to reminisce. body wistfully undone. and what words do the men of our time say about insanity? to be in a perpetual state of trying, doing, in hopes of something new. and so on he went, flirting with this disaster, this run of nostalgia, so much so that memory has forsaken him, taking these little complexities —the new york rain and the taste of your lips— along with it.

but cody can handle the load and reload of a glock 26 as fast as he does it well. a deft maneuvering before the barrel raises and he pulls the trigger, the recoil driving sharp. a bullet through the skull and the splattering of blood. whoever meant to kill him, now dead in his wake.

but what cruelty this is. a traitor to his own body. living with nothing but the means to kill and tattered memory. with him still, only, all of the things left unsaid��

you'd smelt of vanilla. the yearning about his tongue deep and yet to be settled. his lips a shadow as they feathered against yours. his questions overdone with a frightening passion. "where are you ten years from now?"

your fingers slipped over his skin, as easy as they would over porcelain. a delicate taking over wet soapy muscle till it clawed over his shoulders and against the heat of his cheeks. "somewhere warm and comfortable. retired".

where ever you were, is where he wanted to be. "am i with you?"

a reversion, just barely perceptible, but there all the same. something like fear, like hesitation, pushing against a situational sort of tenderness in your eyes. the warmth slowly but forcibly outdone by the cold. lukewarm. just like the fate of too old bath water. not enough of either extreme. lukewarm.

"seems more like a question for you to answer".

"answer it anyways".

and he couldn't feel your lips anymore. too much air, too much distance. caution thick. woven about your words. the tones. the inflections. "ten years from now, you'll be somewhere as warm, as comfortable and retired too".

"am i with you?"

to draw such a long length of need into the air. passions and hopes and dreams. cody knew. it would've been easier to take the sear of a bullet, the ripping tear in of a knife or the crack of something blunt and unforgiving to his skull. those things easier than the down trod of such a silence. your eyes having gained more and more distance. fear peaking soft and brown before the quick slip over of indifference. like you didn't care for his whispered words sounding too much like forever. and recovery from bullets and knives and blunt force was tedious. sewn up skin and the reformation of fine motor skill. but this. the way you suffered him to feel the drift away of your body and the simple, delicate, eager push in of your touch. something in his heart—amongst the lukewarm water—failed. this low dropping into a less lively place.

new york. the continental hotel and its flatiron shape. june 2024. a peak of the sun amidst more grayish than white clouds against an icy pale blue sky. the air breezy with a teasing smell of rain. like a stray tendril before some great unraveling. the city as sleepless as it's ever been.

and amongst the deathly sort of decadence—scarlet sage in bloom and the ever present air of readymade violence—cody sips at a short glass of brandy. an edgy spike to his tongue as it settles. everything of the continental he possessed now lost to time and the overwork of his sore tired memory. lost to a bout of corrosion done by words left unsaid. because he did not remember your answer after the persistence of his "am i with you?” all thats left, this great blurring. of words and the finer littler complexities. your lips and your eyes and the soft ways of your touch. and maybe it came to be this way for good reason. using such a burn to his ego to fuel the fire of his rage. revenge for memories unforgettable. around the glass of brandy, his hands feel stronger. less careful in how they hold. caution be damned. he sips again to finish. his finger buttoning his suit jacket, making way from the bar and across the communal space of the hotel.

warmth at his ear and a twitch in his trigger finger. something like eyes resting over him. watching him.

he continues to a connecting hallway. elevators and mosaic floors. maybe the brandy wasn't the best idea, but neither was coming to such sacredly awful ground. lovers trauma and all that bullshit jazz.

the fourteenth floor is quiet. his steps carpeted by soft wool. a second twitch in his trigger finger that leads into the sharp driving heat reminiscent of staggering gun recoil. a sweet burning in his arm, the muscles knowing, remembering. but he has nothing of use on him. nothing to snuff out and quiet that vicious call of death. his hotel room styled with a modernistic flare to it's luxury. clean and unadorned. a simple reflection of his own style thankfully, but nothing extravagant to weaponize. he would have to, if needed, to make due. a slim ball point pen, sleek and multifunctional, rests next to a complimentary bottle of wine. "enjoy your stay", in cursive. cody feels the warmth at the tip of his ear again, something greater than a simple bout of paranoia. his fingers slip the pen into his pocket, a reversing in his steps to triple check the locking function of the room doors.

and he shouldn't be so wound up should he? conducting business was, is, has always been forbidden on hotel grounds.

his fight or flight saying otherwise. breathing over his skin overwhelmingly warm. lingering wearily. intuition always a nagging son of a bitch but never wrong. it's never failed him.

cody showers, stands amidst the icy rain of too cold water. cody showers, because warm baths terrify something in his body. the possibility of turning stale and lukewarm. too distant and uninviting to be either extreme. like eyes and soft lips he can barely form well enough to reimagine.

and the bed sheets are welcoming. slipping along his skin with a delicate relief. but still, something feels wrong. a heaviness to the air that precedes this faithful old tryst with life. with death. the ring of his phone working to unburden him suddenly, but for only some seconds. the number blocked. he answers, rushing to fish that ball point pen from his dress pants. sleek and multifunctional in his grip. but the urgency in his maneuvering cuts short with the slip in of something dangerously angelic. memory sore and exhausted no more, but now rushing back to him fervid and unrelenting. a tender charming tone in his ear that disrupts the stalwart build of his resolve. september 2019. june 2024. five years of an almost complete pain. icy feeling wind with the teasing of a torrential down pour. almost there but not quite. the anger and the pain never red enough. the sadness almost blue.

"the loft in tribeca" you start. cody commits it all to memory. the words, the tones, the inflections. shuffling to rough his pants on. pen in his pocket. phone wedged to his ear as his fingers rip off the casing of a pillow. body easy as it maneuvers to protect his six o'clock, leaning against the wall. his eyes scope along the room. an over examination. waiting. "if you're not dead in the next 30 minutes, meet me there".

the call drops.

the slow unlocking click of his hotel room door. his muscles burn with remembrance. eyes sharp. his ears attune. the shells of them warm. cautioned steps approach the entry way of the bedroom but they fail to go unnoticed. thudding against the soft carpet. and if not for the possibility of his demise, cody would laugh. surely this was amateur hour. boots and inconspicuous were no more suited together than suede in the rain. and he'd made that rookie mistake before. back when he was a rookie. but the high table were no idiots, sending rookies to bring his head in, unless they hated him that much and felt he should feel the brunt of that hatred with some disrespect. and disrespect it was.

cody's breath holds. his head thumping against the wall before he makes a swift crouch to his knees. a gun rounding the corner, and a bullet flying aimed for where his head had knocked in. a simple quick diversion. nothing special or particularly extravagant, but enough to give him seconds to maneuver. and oh this is disrespect in deed. dominik mysterio the source of his current heavy breathed, adrenaline rushing circumstance. cody knuckling the hold of the still upward pointed gun with a punch before another sinks into domink's abdomen. a short grunt breaking from the scrappy, ill-sophisticated, mullet wearing piece of shit. and surely dominik is more of a piece of shit when his heavy boot toughs into cody's jaw. racing for the gun.

but cody is quick. has felt and faced harsher things. if anything, its more of an irritation he feels than a full measure of pain. it was hard maintaining good skin considering the life he led. he spits against the carpet. iron on his tongue. red staining the clean line designs. he reaches for dominik's leg just before he's in reach of the gun. pulling him near and flipping him over quickly. a rough hand in the silk of domink's mullet as he rains down punches with the other. cody ill satisfied as he hears the sloppy singing of grunts from the younger mysterio. and as his frustration mounts, swindled by the audacity of the high table, dominik gains an advantage. his hips shifting up to propel cody, his arms lean and tight and trapping over cody's and rolling.

"you three piece suit, hugo boss wannabe wearing motherfucker", dominik's face bloody and angry. his fists balled and quick as he comes down against cody's face.

the impression of the pen presses into cody's thigh. memory and dexterity working like a trained muscle. amidst the barrage of fists, cody reaches for the sleek ball point pen. clicking the tip and rushing it into dominik's side. harsh vicious stabs till the pain takes hold enough for him to hesitate. plunging the inky tip into his neck, where blood flows to gush. breaking up out of his skin. choking on air and the pain of a slow to come death.

"bulletproof three piece suits asshole", cody roughs out. kicking dominik for satisfaction.

if you're not dead in the next 30 minutes, meet me there

the loft is the same. unadorned by that uncanny but natural weathering of time and neglect. warm homely autumn inspired tones with splashes of green and hand carved wooden furniture. cody ever the horrendous sucker for hand carved shit. an intimate union of labor and passion. ever the reflection of a once lively relationship. carefully cultivated, ending poorer than a bastard dying with his eyes wide open. because when you go that way, you deserve it. but cody? his passions didn't deserve that violent abrupt end. and yet here he is, creeping past the entrance. a painful stuttering of footfalls as he goes. muscles sore and his skin on fire.

dominik mysterio was a warm up. a warning even. the call must've went out. a bounty worth enough for people to try him. the train ride to tribeca interestingly violent. a woman with a knife, a man with a gun and another thinking his bare hands were some great unstoppable force. and no, cody did not make quick work of them. not as quickly as he would've liked. but he managed. and at the very least, he'd suffered a slitting cut to his cheek and a laceration to his chest. that piece of shit running the blade right through his tattoo. some maybe secondary bruising and a bad headache. but he's not dead. not like the idiots that tried and failed to kill him.

the loft, much like the continental hotel, is agreed upon neutral ground. a place for trysts and the sharing of information. or rather, thats what it used to be. now, cody isn't so sure.

and his limping is pathetically loud. shoes a heavy clack against the floor. makes him bristle annoyed. you stand just behind the kitchen island. wine bottle opened. a glass in hand as you sip. more beautiful than he remembers. soft looking still, your eyes casting over the rim as you sip, undeniably deceptive.

a gun lays easy on the coffee table sat between two couches. too easy. but his displeasure gets the best of him. he shifts for it quickly. a swift up of his hands positioned about the gun, aiming for your face.

you knew his whereabouts. so much so that you knew the whereabouts of the people trying to kill him. taking the chance to trust could cost him his life. and cody quite likes his life.

"you had me scared a little bit". a gentle float of words. a finger dancing along the rim of the wine glass. a daring stare down the barrel of the gun. "i thought you got bested by a second rate mysterio". and when cody doesn't move, captured by pain, caution and the mystique of your presence, your eyes roll. his form fixed and perfected. trigger finger cool, but his heart unsure. "cut the melodrama. put the gun down cody".

"you knew i was being followed", he clips. jaw tight.

"i mean...duh...", you give. dry and teasing. finishing your wine. "half of that was me, and lets not be silly", covering the length of distance between your bodies slowly. a stalking patience. a fierce feline approach. "you shot a bullet through the skull of one of thee most important men. finding out don't come cheap when you fuck with the high table".

"everybody seems to forget I had to bury my father", the barrel of the gun kept high with perfect aim as you near closer. "killing that sack of shit was just me evening the score".

"i didn't kill your father cody".

was that sincerity? empathy? a sudden waft in of warmth after years in the cold. it felt unreal. true but unreal. and he was sure it wouldn't last.

"obviously", cody bites out.

your forehead nestles against the barrel of the gun. his memory overwrought. his senses in a frenzy. a horrible mixture in his skin of pain and elation. steeped with the fear of having to endure another sudden vanishing. angry that such an endurance was his portion in the first place.

"so then why is the gun still pointed at me?"

his fixed form eases. your hand slipping the gun from his hold gently. fire over his skin as you touch him for the first time in five years. a deft maneuvering about the cold heavy metal to expose the contents of the magazine. amusement coloring your eyes and spreading over your mouth for a teasing little smile.

"they're blanks anyways", emptying the magazine as the faux bullets fall to the floor. your hand settling down the gun and its magazine on the coffee table. leaving him in an exasperated awe as you head toward the kitchen. "just wanted to see how thin your patience has worn".

your chin jutting over to the couch. hands full of medical supplies as you pad over to him softly. his body aching and slow as it rests into the tender leather seating, but moving without delay still. always under the gentle charm of your voice, his being falling under this servile sort of subjection. making him bristle silently within himself. all that time and distance amounting to nothing for his resolve.

cody surrenders. mind over matter no longer needed. succumbing to the full weight of his pain. hair messy with red droppings of other peoples blood. his muscles sore and the hammering about his skull diligent and taunting.

"my pain has always been a funny little joke to you".

you pull the coffee table closer to the wide spread of cody's legs. your own slipping over to straddle the strength of one of his thighs. your body warm and comforting against his skin. an old feeling blooming in his chest. you were doing this on purpose. he's sure of it. to see him waver and yield to the charm of your presence. gentle touch dabbing to rid his cheek of dried blood before you went about cleaning the wound. his fingers itching to form to your body, desperate to push dull nails into your skin again. to form in and caress with the intent to renew his memory.

your eyes flit to his crotch. "its a lot more than little. give yourself some credit", you muse. applying butterfly stitches.

the air is thick. forces him to maintain a steady breath. memory overwrought once more. a mighty rushing in that heats him whole. your hands working his button up open. the lax take of your palm to his belly forcing a throb to the crux of his thighs. the closing in of the distance makes for easy intimacy. a registration of the lesser noticeable, more complex things. the prick of your nails telling familiar stories, as they work to rid him of the shirt all together. tender and caring, similar to how they used to be. your eyes roaming and thinly glazed over. he spares a glance at the wine bottle. halfway done. your ministrations functional but indulgent of the moment. of his skin.

a quicksand sort of state of affairs. if he doesn't pull himself together now, he would fall into you. full consumption. and he can't possibly risk his life because he's half hard and overdone with sentiment.

"how long have you been following me?"

you apply something like a salve after cleaning the nasty chest wound. an anesthetic. how sweet of you. to suddenly take his pain into consideration.

"a few months".

"why am i not dead?"

your body adjusts a top of him. somehow closer. your knee nearly running into his crotch. "yet", you give. beginning the process of suturing. "the question everyone wants to know is why is cody rhodes not dead yet". breaking shortly to peer over him. a full examination it seems. heat rising in his cheeks. "cause he's no john fuckin wick. so why is he still here". pressure of the needle feeding into his skin. your lip tucking under your teeth in full concentration. "people don't know resilience is the bane of even your own existence. a little meat puppet made to take push pins".

he scoffs. "this doesn't feel like a compliment if it is".

you finish off the suture. a hesitant but delicate maneuvering off his thigh to rid of the medical supplies. the heat of you gone in an instant. "its an observation". the uncorking pop of that half drunken wine bottle. a generous crimson pour that you sip at.

"on what basis exactly?"

a whipping swing of kitchen cabinet doors. a bottle of brandy and a short glass. for him it seems. and the pained parts of him grow excited at the possibility of a simple taste. anything for a temporary fix. something to numb the burn in his bones.

"very close encounters".

and no you don't dip into the leather to sit beside him when you return. you assume a much more compromising position. a full straddle of his legs as you gift him his little amber colored remedy. and if at any moment he ever thought he needed it and actually didn't, let this be the moment where that edgy spike to his tongue becomes essential. something to help him as he searches for a secure hold at control. and of course he drinks it all. an easy burning slip against the back of his throat as he feels the heat of you settling back into him. once dormant urges awakening in his fingers. supple thighs lined up over his kevlar woven dress pants. the baggy button up you'd decided was good enough for his visit thin and something like revealing. the other details left to his imagination. and God was that prone to running at any moment. tripping and falling away from him well enough till his crotch became to uncomfortable to bare the perfect fit of his pants. your empty hand returning to where it'd been. roaming tenderly against slow but steady bruising skin. his nose picking up the sweet wine on your breath. the glaze about your eyes. thighs over him, clenching slightly.

"you were always a little too indulgent with the wine", cody gives.

your eyes flitting to his crotch again. bulge more prominent. the teasing of your nails inching over past his navel. your throat humming. "and you with me".

"don't think much of it". an attempt made in vain he thinks. feeling the hard throb of himself as soon as the words leave him. "it tends to happen. adrenaline from almost dying multiple times", his thigh knocking up into yours to grab at your attention. tipsy eyes drifting to the cold blue of his. "now spill. why am i still breathing?"

"because the number isn't high enough yet". another sip of wine before turning to rest it at the table. your hands free to run over the muscle of him. about his shoulders till your thumbs are caressing at his nape and the hard cut of his jaw. and that nearly drives him to insanity. the weight of you resting right where he pulses with life. "i take your head now, i'd be settling. and the game of it all ain't that fun right now anyways. its too amateur hour-ish for me. i wanna battle it out with the adults".

"im flattered", cody deadpans.

you smile. thumb soothing over his lip. "as you should be".

"why else", the pulse about his blood wild. an unadulterated beating that coaxes to life the run off of his imagination. his touch a staggering grip at your jaw. pulling your eyes to him. lowly sat pretty brown eyes with a penchant for doing him inexplicably dirty. but they draw him in all the same. his stomach empty. filled with nothing but the slosh of brandy. cody feeds into the daze of it. the possibility of a buzz. your lips a breath from his. desire on your tongue by way of the sweet smell of wine. "talk".

your hips shift over him. a rut into the fabric. friction to appease the ache, he's sure of it. thin panties and the desperate curl in of your nails. running into his scalp. trying to persuade him with tender touches and the charm of such wanton need. and its working. fuck, itsworking well. had worked some time ago and doing well now just the same. because cody, despite such deadly skill, was not immune to this type of torture. could not battle it with stalwart patience or dapper precision. and as you rut against him again, mind clouded by wine and your own intent, his fingers burn to touch you more. not so simple and plain but disgustingly greedy. his lips smooth against the seam of yours. amber brandy and red wine a near perfect melding together.

"fuck", you relent. your nose knocking soft into his. laughing with a wry sort of amusement. "it would stroke your ego to a nice little finish if i did say it wouldn't it?"

cody hums. slips his hold till its anchored about your neck. measured in its pressure. his tongue licking to wet his lips. the slight of it forcing a tremble into your body.

maybe his suffering isn't a lonely one after all.

you whimper. taking a hard swallow.

"vindicate me", cody rasps.

your struggle is apparent. surfaces with a tear that stains your cheek. body undone by the defeat of such an intimate admission.

"i miss you", fragile and nearly unclear.

he smiles mirthless against the soft ways of your skin. his nose buried into the dip of your neck. "i don't trust your sentiment".

"it's true cody".

"she says, after admitting she wants to kill me".

"better me than someone else". your fingers abandoning him to grip into the leather of the couch. a tight take to it that fastens your body into him. your mouth lax as your lips slip over his. the tease of a kiss filled with too much tension to bare. "touch me", you give. a plea and a command all the same.

his fingers working in swiftly, a firm obedience, cupping your cheeks to steady the wild go of your tongue as it snakes to slip at his. a frail whimper singing from your chest and the return of your sharp nails. digging against his scalp to bring him impossibly closer. nearly suckling his tongue whole as your hips rut at him again. a less cautious shifting as you look for harsher friction. the pain of a murderous sort of labor and the pleasure of touching you again warring over the tenderness of his skin. coaxing him to groan and wince. strong, tired fingers forcing your hips to rock over him. an easy, stable grind along the hard bulge of his cock that leaves you living without the proper brilliance of words. reduced to the struggle of too pleasured moans.

your teeth prickling and sharp as they snag against his lip. fingers deft, undoing his zipper. the heat of him hard and throbbing dangerous. his headache out done by more pressing matters, hazy and his senses going numb with lust. palms persistent, sinking into supple flesh. and fuck does it feel good. even better when his patience thins. fingers stretching the fabric of your panties till they tear. the slick way of your arousal making for an easier pace. a sweet teasing slip through your slit. his imagination wild and unfettered. even the thought of slipping in to have his full way with you enough to twist the base of his belly. groaning into your mouth.

fire in his fingers as they pull against the fat of your ass. sweltered skin sweet in his palms. forming with every push and spread and pry that he gives.

your mouths depart. a hesitant slipping away. breaths heavy. your face hiding in the dip of his neck. your pussy messy. bewitching even as you grind mindless into him. an undulating heat over his skin. "cody", a mantra as it travels to slight the beating of his pulse.

the tell tale trembling in your body. a breath away from bliss. and he can feel the build in his bones. the return of an ache thats been transformed. throbbing and restless. an urgency he works to relieve. and with it so does your mouth. less desperate to consume him. melting to linger at his lips. breathy and stuttered.

"right there angel", he gives. a whisper against your lips. corralling the last bits of resolve to break. your hips stuttering but caressing faithful still. coming undone. rutting greedily to grasp at the last bits of pleasure.

and here he finds that charming sort of relief. an unfurling warmth about his skin. snatching your body into him as he strokes against you and throbs, coming undone. release pooling and spurting against the baggy button up you'd worn to tease him with.

your lips finding his again. needy still. and he accepts without wait. ready and willing. your moaning along his tongue delicate and wispy. reminiscent of a memory once forgotten. new york. september 2019. cody cups your face again. thumbs dusting over the apple of your cheeks. on a mission to stain himself with this moment. sweet red wine mixed with aged brandy.

she was getting to be a lil too long so i had to break her up! but how do we feel about our little hitman?

#cody rhodes #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes fanfic #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes smut #john wick au #hitman!cody rhodes #black female reader #dominik mysterio #judgement day trying to kill cody #they dont know hes kinda into the pain thing #cody trying to avenge dusty in every timeline #dom isnt a second rate mysterio #i just needed to get that piece of dialogue off #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes x black reader #jd mcdonagh #joannasteez

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afterdarkprincess · 4 months ago

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✨💘Tay's Fic Masterlist 💘✨

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

Did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1051 Summary:Sami finds out just how long Jey had been thinking about the two of them together. Post am I allowed to cry? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,556 Summary: Sami reflects on his relationship with Jey and the visions of Jey he sees in his head. Post

fuck it if i can't have him Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,514 Summary: Jey reflects on the choices he's made since the Royal Rumble and his feelings for Sami Post

I love you (it's ruining my life) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,372 Summary: Sami and Jey realize they're in the same hotel and meet up for a late night discussion. Post

fear Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,326 Summary: Seeing the carnage backstage, Jey fears for Sami's safety Post

you like that? Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,058 Summary: Jey tells Sami all the things he'll do for him once he becomes double champ Post

CM Punk/Drew McIntyre

i won't be denied by you (the animal inside of you) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 932 Summary: Drew McIntyre is obsessed with CM Punk. Haunted by CM Punk. Possessed by him. Post

Winner Take All Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,778 Summary: After their encounters on the April 29th Monday Night RAW, Drew McIntyre finds CM Punk backstage. Alone. Post

Acts of Contrition Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,581 Summary: Drew kidnaps CM Punk and cleanses him of his many sins Post

A Piece of You Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,208 Summary: Drew gets exactly what he wants when he shows up to Smackdown- a piece of CM Punk Post

Unfinished Business Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,930 Summary: Drew hears Punk's remarks to Cathy after Bash in Berlin and seeks him out in his hotel room. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

mine Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,083 Summary: Dean Ambrose pays Seth Rollins a visit after Smackdown 3/29/24 to remind Seth who he belongs to. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post

Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Cody Rhodes & Randy Orton

Unwrapping Rating: Teen Word Count: 1,289 Summary: After a long day of pressers and events, Cody returns home to Randy, who knows exactly how to take care of him. Post

Bret Hart & Shawn Micheals

between comfort and chaos Rating: Mature Word Count: 510 Summary: Shawn examines the feelings that have been growing between himself and Bret. Post

Solo Sikoa & Sami Zayn

Leather & Lace Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,009 Summary: Solo Sikoa finds himself as the new Tribal Chief. The Tribal Chief gets what the Tribal Chief wants. Solo Sikoa wants Sami Zayn. Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

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miss-kuki-nz · 6 months ago

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TURN OF EVENTS

(Please do not steal my work or copy my ideas, reblogs are fine however)

Reader x R-Truth (Platonic)

Reader x The Miz (Platonic)

Featuring-Dirty Dominik Mysterio, Carlito, Liv Morgan, Finn Balor, JD McDonagh

Y/N walks into Gorilla and looks around before seeing Judgment Day's Dominik Mysterio and Carlito standing in front of the monitor and watching the main event as Finn Balor and JD McDonagh challenge Awesome Truth for the World Tag Team Championship. Dom turns his head to the side and notices Y/N standing in the corner. He smirks at her

DOM: Look who it is, Y/N Y/L/N. did you come here just to watch your boyfriend R-Truth?

Y/N rolls her eyes and looks over at Dom.

Y/N: He's not my boyfriend.

DOM: I thought you two were dating

Y/N: And what gave you that idea?

DOM: Well, I always see you two hanging out together

Y/N: I could say the same thing about you and Liv. I mean, is she your new Mami? *Winks at Dom*

Carlito quickly turns away from the monitor so that he can listen in on Y/N and Dom's conversation.

DOM: *Shakes his head* Of course not!

Y/N: *Smirks* Are you suuuuuure?

CARLITO: *Patting Dom on the back* Bro, you and Liv, now that's cool!.

DOM: *Turns to Carlito* Dude, shut up!, Rhea is my Ma-

Dom is cut off by the sound of Michael Cole's voice booming through the monitor. Y/N turns her attention away from Dom and looks to the screen. She lets out a gasp as Liv Morgan gets up on the apron to try and distract R-Truth.

Y/N: Oh, hell no!

With fierce determination, Y/N walks towards the curtain and is about to run out to the ring to stop Liv from messing with R-Truth, but Carlito quickly grabs her by the waist and pulls her back.

Y/N: Hey!, Get your hands off me!

Y/N struggles against Carlito and tries to break free from his hold to no avail. She looks back up at the monitor just in time to see Liv yanking R-Truth's head down onto the rope, allowing Finn the opportunity to take control of the match. Y/N then watches in disbelief as Finn hits the Coup de Grace on R-Truth and scores the pinfall to become the new World Tag Team champions with JD.

Y/N: Fuck!!

Carlito finally lets go of Y/N, who quickly elbows him in the stomach before running off through the curtain and out onto the ramp, where she immediately makes a beeline for Liv. The crowd cheer loudly as Y/N tackles Liv to the floor, and the two women start fighting.

Y/N: *Screaming* You manipulative bitch!

LIV: *Laughs* Hey, it's not my fault that Truth is too dumb to realize when someone is playing him.

Y/N attempts to throw another punch, but The Miz runs over and quickly grabs her from behind to pull her away from Liv.

Y/N: *Screaming* Miz, let me go!

Despite Y/N's protests, Miz holds onto her tightly as he leads her back up the ramp and into the backstage area where R-Truth is waiting for them in Gorilla. R-Truth looks at Y/N and shakes his head.

R-TRUTH: Hey, best friend, you need to chill out.

Y/N: Chill out? Truth, you just lost the tag team titles because of that Rhea Ripley wannabe.

R-TRUTH: That was on me, okay? I messed up.

THE MIZ: Yeah, you messed up, and you messed up BIG TIME!

R-Truth: *Sighs* I'm sorry.

THE MIZ: You're sorry? I told you already that you ca-

Y/N: Miz, just relax, o-

Y/N is cut off mid-sentence by a laughing Liv Morgan, who steps through the curtain followed by Finn and JD, who both move to stand on either side of her. Liv smirks as she takes in the current situation with Y/N, R-Truth, and Miz.

LIV: Wow, looks like there's trouble in paradise for the three of you. *Laughs*

Finn starts laughing as he looks over at JD. Meanwhile, Y/N, R-Truth and Miz all share a look with each other before moving to stand right in front of the three champions.

Y/N: Laugh all you want, Balor, but trust me, you won't be laughing when Damian finds out what you've been up to with little miss Livvy over here

FINN: I don't know what you're talking about

Y/N: I'm just saying, there are eyes everywhere.

Miz looks over at Liv and he cringes

THE MIZ: Hey Liv, you might want to stay away from Rhea's sloppy seconds!

R TRUTH: And the dirty D

Y/N laughs at the look on Liv's face and quickly grabs R Truth and Miz by their forearms to lead them out of Gorilla and into the rest of the backstage area.....................

A/N: Omg guys this is my first ever fanfic that i have written in full!. Sorry if it's a bit cringey and all over the place, i'll do better next time.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #r truth x reader #The Miz x reader #liv morgan #finn balor #jd mcdonagh #monday night raw #fics by miss kuki nz

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wwereaderinserts · 5 months ago

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Can you do JD McDonagh Smut 🙏🏼

Title: Making Up Pairing: JD McDonagh x AFAB!Reader Word Count: 1,372 Warnings: Smut, swears

After your fight, the tension between you and JD lingers in the air like a thick fog. You’d both said things you weren’t proud of in the heat of the moment, the words you hurled at each other still reverberating in your minds, leaving the bitter taste of regret in your mouths once the dust had settled.

JD’s guilt has begun to consume him, and he hasn’t been able to bring himself to even look at you for the past half an hour or so before you excused yourself to the bedroom. You shut yourself in, wanting to keep your distance from him while you cool off, but he doesn’t even want to entertain the idea of you two going to bed upset at each other.

It takes some deliberation, but JD gathers his courage and approaches the bedroom door, loitering outside while he mulls his words over in his head for a moment, wanting to tread carefully to avoid any further potential upset.

“Babe?” he calls out softly, lightly rapping his knuckles on the bedroom door, “Can I come in? I need to talk to you.”

JD waits for a response that doesn’t come, and he lets out a deep sigh, leaning forward against the door to rest his forehead against the surface. He tries again, knocking on the door once more with one hand while the other ghosts over the door handle.

“I’m coming in this time, alright?”

JD announces his presence rather than asking permission now as he slowly opens the bedroom door, and he steps into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

When he steps in, the first thing he sees is you huddled on the edge of the bed, your puffy eyes staring blankly at the wall, your breathing still shaky as you calm yourself. Seeing you this upset and knowing that he’s the sole cause of it tears at JD’s heart, and once he gathers the courage to do so, he slowly approaches where you’re sitting.

“(Y/N),” he begins, his voice tender, “I’m sorry. So sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did. I know I overreacted, okay? I don’t want us to go to bed upset at each other.”

JD tells you, but in the back of his mind, he knows that words may not be enough. Tentatively, he reaches out to you, and when you make no attempt to pull away, he places a gentle hand on your thigh.

“Neither do I,” you eventually respond, your voice still hoarse, “I think we’re both at fault, but still. I’m sorry, too. I said some things to you that I’m not proud of, either.”

JD visibly relaxes when your eyes finally meet his. He shifts himself to sit beside you on the bed and reaches for one of your hands, raising it to his lips to press a feather-light kiss on your knuckles, then another, and another, until he reaches your wrist. Your eyes gradually soften at the tenderness of his touch and the gesture as a whole, and it’s all you need to know that he’s doing his best to try making amends.

As if to reward him, you lean into him, and JD takes the opportunity to draw you in even closer before your lips meet softly, like a promise, warm and gentle. In the process, he slides a hand under your shirt, his fingertips ghosting over your ribs, making you shiver in delight.

“Let me make it all up to you. Show you how sorry I am.”

He whispers into the crook of your neck once he momentarily breaks the kiss, and you absolutely won’t deny him that chance. As soon as the hum of approval slips through your lips, JD gently nudges you back onto the bed to lay you flat on your back.

There, he plants a string of kisses down the curve of your neck, all the way down until he finds his way to your collarbones, the intensity and passion in each kiss slowly growing. You arch into his touch, and he begins to slowly unbutton your shirt, revealing your bra, his eyes lingering on your breasts before he dips down to kiss each inch of the exposed flesh.

“Not in any rush, hm?”

You ask, your tone hushed, and JD simply chuckles lowly, dragging his lips back up to their rightful place against yours, where he claims them in another fervent kiss.

“Wanna take my time with you, what can I say,” he states matter-of-factly, his lips brushing against yours, “Tonight’s all about you.”

With some slight assistance on your part, he reaches behind you when you arch into him, tugging the clasp of your bra open. You shrug yourself out of both garments that still linger on your upper body, letting them drop away to reveal your nipples, hard and puckered from the cool air, begging for attention.

JD takes one in his mouth, suckling firmly before he moves to the other, eliciting a gasp and a soft groan from you. His hands roam your body, gently caressing your hips, your stomach, even your thighs as he continues to worship your breasts.

Then, he proceeds to trail kisses down your body, pausing at your navel to glance up at you with a smirk on his face. He traces a finger along the waistband of your pants before you take the hint and raise your hips up for him, and then he slips them down your thighs, your panties following suit a few seconds later.

“Absolutely beautiful.”

JD remarks under his breath, eyes scanning over your naked form, and he wastes little more time before he nudges your legs apart and positions himself between your thighs. He spends no time teasing you in the slightest, either.

Now face to face with your core, he licks a slow, long stripe along your folds with his tongue, lapping you up already. Your hand reaches downward, curling your fingers into his hair with a groan as you eagerly rock your hips to meet his mouth. His tongue parts your folds, soon flicking over your clit once, twice, before he repeatedly circles around it.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this-”

You compliment him, succeeding in spurring him on further. JD grips at your thighs, the tips of his fingers pressing into the supple skin while he utterly devours you and relishes the taste of you, drawing moans out of you that vary in pitch while your eyes flutter shut and your back arches in pleasure.

JD drops a hand from your thigh, and his fingers journey their way to your wet entrance. He briefly teases, but he slides one inside you, followed by a second, working in tandem with his mouth.

You grow louder and more desperate for him, unable to keep yourself still while you greedily grind against his ministrations, letting out a whine when he thrusts and curls his fingers inside of you to consistently hit the spot that will get you seeing stars.

“Oh my god, I’m nearly there!”

You whimper, your body tensing in preparation of your orgasm washing over you, and JD’s movements now grow frantic. With a primal growl, he practically buries himself between your thighs, not even coming up for air as he does his damndest to send you over the edge.

And before long, you’re convulsing under his touch, crying out his name while your legs quiver around his head and your orgasm washes over you. But JD doesn’t stop, even after your orgasm has passed. He slows down in intensity, pulling you down from the heights of pleasure while your pussy still twitches in the aftershocks.

He eventually withdraws, lifting his head with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, his chin glistening with your juices. He licks his lips clean, savouring the taste of your essence before he wipes at his chin with the back of his hand.

“That was just the first round of the night,” JD grins, tugging his shirt over his head while you lay there, chest heaving as you catch your breath, “Because I think I still have way more making up to do to you yet…”

#jd mcdonagh x reader #wwe fic #wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #jdxreader

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elementaldoughnut12 · 2 months ago

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"Horrors Just Begun"

*contains crying, bleeding, getting branded by a hot iron and start of a non-consensual sexual act and Finn being an obsessive person*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess , @thlayli-ra

“I can't believe we won!” JD says with pure joy as he and Finn walk down a hallway. “I knew you could do it little buddy!” Finn says proudly as he claps JD on the back. “Now I can finally rub it in Damian's stupid face!” JD says as he bounces with excitement, causing Finn to laugh. “Wait til we go get some pizza before you do that” Finn says, causing JD to gasp. “Really!?!? We haven't done that together in forever!” JD says while smiling wide.

“I thought it was time to bring back the tradition! You've been working so hard to prove that you're part of the team so I thought we could do something to celebrate! We can take selfies with our belts and show the world that we're the best! Don't worry about paying either because Damian offered to pay tonight” Finn explains happily. “Really? I thought he hated me?” JD asks confusingly. Before Finn could answer, JD's phone started ringing.

JD checks his phone and smiles wide. “It's Eli! He must've seen the match! You don't mind if I take this, do you?” JD asks curiously, causing Finn to laugh. “I don't mind! I gotta call Damian so he can pick us up so go on! Call your hot piece of man!” Finn says with a laugh, causing JD to blush. JD walks around a corner and answers his phone.

“Daddy! You see the match?” JD asks happily. “Ya bet your ass I did! I'm so proud of ya Clover! I just wish I could've won them with ya instead of Mr. Short and Stupid” Knight says, making JD giggle. “Be nice daddy! Finn's like a brother to me plus him and Damian are taking everyone for pizza to celebrate!” JD says enthusiastically. “Clover, Are ya sure it's a good idea to go with them? Ya know I don't like when Damian and especially Finn are alone around ya” Knight says worryingly.

“Don't worry daddy! If anything goes wrong I'll call you!” JD says reassuringly. “OK if ya say so! Make sure ya bring me back some! Also since ya won a belt I think it's time ya invoke your winner's room don't ya think?” Knight says sweetly, making JD gasp. “R-Really? I'm really ready?” JD asks hopefully. “YEAH! I'll get myself prepped and pretty for when ya come back ok? Be careful and I love you Clover” Knight says, causing JD to blush. “I love you too daddy” JD says as he hangs up.

Finn listened to JD's conversation with a disgusted look. He pulls out his phone and contacts Damian. “Yo, big man, kick Rhea and Carlito out the room and tell Dominick to get the blowtorch ready! Tonight's the night I get to brand my pet” he says as he hangs up his phone and puts on a fake smile when JD returns. “Ready to go little brother?” Finn asks curiously. “Hell yeah! I'm excited to actually hang out like we used to!” JD says happily as they continue walking down the hallway.

“Me too! What did Eli want?” Finn asks, making JD blush. “He just wanted to congratulate us on winning and that he hopes we enjoy ourselves! That's all!” JD says nervously, making Finn smile. “If you say so! Now let's get this party started!” Finn says enthusiastically as he grabs JD's hand and runs to the locker room. They stop at the door and JD gives Finn a confused look. “I'm old and I don't want Dominick to bear hug me the moment we walk in” Finn explains with a shrug. JD just laughs as he opens the door.

The moment JD enters the room he's slammed into the wall by Damian. “Hola, perra” Damian says with a sickening smile as he grabs JD by the throat and pins him to the wall. JD scratches at Damian's arms as he gasps for air. “Enough Damian” Finn commands, causing Damian to scoff and throw JD to the floor. JD crashes to the floor and Dominick kicks him right in his injured ribs. Dominick keeps kicking him and kicking him all over his body. “Please stop” JD whimpers as he feels tears stream down his cheeks.

“Aww! Are you crying? Is the little bitch crying cause he doesn't have his daddy?” Dominick taunted as he pressed the bottom of his boot against JD's face. “Enough out of you too Dominick! I need him conscious for this” Finn says as he crouches in front of JD and pulls him by his hair to face him. “Thirteen years… I have watched for fucking thirteen years as someone stole you from me! I have been in love with you for so long but what happened? Some old bastard with spiked up hair and an ego the size of Jupiter said some sweet lies and swept you off your feet!

You ever wonder what's gonna happen when he dies? You'll be alone again and begging me for forgiveness cause that's what always happens when little JD makes messes and his best buddy Finn has to clean them up! Isn't that right Jordan?” Finn asks angrily. “Shut up! Why are you even doing this? I thought you were my brother!” JD yells through tears.

“Oh Jordan, I used to think that too. But over the years that we've known each other and I've seen you become a true man well… the feelings have become more than that. I love you and I'll always love you even if some pathetic old man is in my way. You can still see me as your brother if you're into that kinda thing but I think it's time to brand my little pet” Finn says as he leans in and forcefully kisses JD. He tried to push Finn away but felt the cutting metal of handcuffs on his wrists.

“You taste just like in my dreams” Finn says sweetly as they depart. “Please Finn, I'll do whatever you want just please don't hurt me” JD begs through whimpers. “Oh sweetheart, I wish that was possible but I think you deserve a reward for tonight” Finn says as Dominick comes out with a lit blowtorch. JD watches in fear as Finn pulls out a metal rod with an X at the end and watches Dominick light the end of the rod until it's steaming and red.

“Don't worry Clover, this'll just be a little pinch” Finn reassures as he presses the hot metal against JD's bare hip. “AHHHH!” JD screams as the metal burns through layers of his flesh. It felt like the brand was being tattooed on his very being and it was like the worst kind of hell he could ever experience. He started whimpering when the rod was off his skin and all he could smell was his burning flesh. “Now you truly have the mark of the demon” Finn says as he gently wipes the blood from JD's wound.

“You think his precious daddy will love him now that he looks like an ugly piece of meat?” Dominick asks harshly, making JD cry even more. “Please just let me go” JD says quietly. “Oh we're not done yet sweetheart, Damian!” Finn yells, catching the man's attention. “I'm on it” Damian says as he walks in front of JD and pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his thick and heavy cock. “Hope you're ready bitch” Damian says with a cruel smile. JD knows the horrors have just begun for him…

#i ruined him so much #happy halloween #cloverknight #la knight x jd mcdonagh #la knight #jd mcdonagh #damian priest #dominick mysterio #finn bálor #fic doughnut #daily doughnut

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itssotragic · 11 months ago

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judgment day aus - jd mcdonagh + dominik mysterio [stigmata au]

#dominik mysterio #jd mcdonagh #the judgment day #wrestling #tragically aesthetic #fic aesthetics

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domripley · 3 months ago

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🫣🫣🫣

Tagged by @sinderellanightwolf

Tagging @domripley and anyone else who wants to!

Sneak peek at the next chapter of Absolute Smokeshow under the cut!

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unrequited pining

“What’s there to talk about?” JD sulked, downing the rest of his beer, “He’s made his choice, I should just move on” - then, under his breath - “Easier said than done.”

#i’m so excited #fic rec #jd mcdonagh #finn balor #my partner tag 💜🖤

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 4 months ago

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●JD McDonagh x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Laying in a hotel bed scrolling on my phone, I get a random message from a strange number. I open it and it comes up with a few pictures and videos of Damian out with a bunch of people. Especially women. There is a few photos of some woman and him making out. The video is of her dancing with him very closely. A tear rolls down my face as I look over at Damian sleeping next to me with his back to me. I slowly get up, throw everything of mine into my dufflebag, grab my backpack and quietly walk out the door. I walk down the hall a little bit and walk up to one of the hotel doors where I know someone else is staying. I knock on the door and wait for someone to answer. Couple of seconds go by when the door finally opens.

"Y/N?"

Finn Balor is standing in the doorway looking at me confused than sees the tears rolling down my face.

"Oh my gosh. Come in."

I walk in and see Jordan laying on the other bed fast asleep. I look back at Finn.

"What happened? Why are you crying?"

"Damian cheated on me."

"What? How do you know?"

I pull out my phone and show him the photos and videos. He stands there wide eyed.

"I left early from that party because Dam said you were invited but I couldn't find you anywhere. And because Jordan got drunk quickly and I had to take him back to the hotel before he started a fight."

I look over at him, smile a little than look back at Finn.

"Would it be okay if I just stay here with you guys?"

"Like old times?"

"Oh no."

I roll my eyes knowing that I will have to sleep in the same bed as Jordan like we did when we were traveling together as kids. I toss my bag next to Jordan's bed and climb under the covers with him. Finn gets back into his bed, turning his lamp off.

"He is gonna be in for a shock when he wakes up."

I giggle at Finn's comment, curl up under the blanket and start falling asleep.

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*next morning*

I move my head a little feeling some hair against my cheek and I open my eyes seeing Jordan's face shoved into my boobs. His arm is around my waist squeezing me, my leg is over his body and my other arm is around his head. I smile a little moving my head more onto the pillow. I start playing with his hair and he pushes his face into my boobs some more groaning a little. Finn walks into the hotel room with Dominick and Dom gasps seeing me and Jordan. I look over at Dom, smile and wave at him.

"How is sleeping beauty over there?"

"Who?.... me?"

Jordan sits up a little looking over seeing Dom and Finn standing at the end of the bed. He starts moving his hand and grabs my side making me laugh. He slowly looks over at me wide eyed recognizing my laugh.

"Wha... wha.. what are you doing here? In my bed? What happened last night? Where is Damian?"

I sit up looking at him than at the other two sighing.

"Finn already knows but I'll tell you two. Damian cheated on me last night at his party."

Dom gasps and Jordan looks at me wide eyed with his jaw dropped. Finn pats my shoulder looking at them.

"So she came to me and stayed here the night like old times."

Jordan smiles looking at me and I smile back at him. Finn shakes his head looking at us both.

"Okay you two. Time to get changed and head over to the arena to get prepared for Raw tonight."

Dom and Finn grab the stuff they need and head out of the room. Jordan looks back at me with a little smile on his face.

"I had a really good sleep last night."

I scoff rolling my eyes and get up grabbing my bag. He chuckles, gets up grabbing his bag as well. I go into the bathroom and change real quick. As I walk out, I see Jordan in nothing but boxers and I gulp. I never realize how good looking he really is. I just always liked to be around him for his personality and the comfortablity I felt. I shake my head, walk over to the bed and put my bag down. He finishes getting ready and looks over at me.

"Ready to go Mo storirín?"

"Umm yeah."

"It means my little darling in Irish."

"Oh! You should call me that more often."

"Will do!"

He walks over to the door, opens it and lets me go first. I walk out than he follows closing the door. We start walking down the hallway not hearing a hotel door open and close behind us. Jordan puts his arm around my waist, keeping me close to him. He suddenly gets ripped off of me and shoved against the wall.

"Hey! Get your hands off my fiancé!"

I quickly turn around seeing Damian holding Jordan against the wall by his shirt.

"Damian! Get off of him now!"

He looks over at me pissed off still holding him against the wall.

"Where have you been? I called you twenty times! Did you sleep with Jordan? Tell me!"

He slowly lets go of Jordan and gets in my face. Finn runs over in-between me and Damian pushing him back. I cross my arms looking up at Damian.

"I don't wanna hear shit from you. You are a cheater. So I'm doing to you what you did to me."

I grab his hand and slam the engagement ring in his palm.

"Let's go Jordan."

I grab Jordan's hand and we walk off as Finn tries calming down Damian.

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*near the beginning of Raw*

I am sitting on the couch with my legs across Jordan's lap while leaning against the arm of the couch playing on my phone. He is slowly rubbing my leg with one hand while on his phone in the other. Dom is sitting on the other couch looking at his phone not paying attention to us. Jordan runs his hand closer to my heat and I slowly look up from my phone at him. He smirks not even looking at me knowing I'm looking at him. I lean forward lightly blowing on his ear as he looks over at me biting his lip and whispers to me.

"You better behave or I will deal with you later. Like old times."

"I should behave? What about you?"

I whisper getting closer to his face but we hear the locker room door open causing us to move apart from each other. We both look over seeing Damian and Finn walk into the room. I roll my eyes and look back at my phone leaving my legs on Jordan's lap. I feel his presence hovering over me as I slowly look up to meet his sad eyes.

"Y/N. Can we talk real quick? Please."

I look at Jordan and he pats my leg looking at me. I sigh, get up and follow Damian out to the hallway. I lean on the wall looking up at him as he puts his hands on both sides of my cheeks.

"Y/N. I am so sorry about everything. I swear I invited you to that party. I really wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry! You shouldn't have to put up with my shit. I promise I'll be better for you."

Tears start to prickle my eyes as I listen to everything he is saying. I take a deep breath and keep looking at him in his eyes.

"You are right. I shouldn't have to put up with your shit. I shouldn't have to put up with you cheating on me either. You were making out with another woman Damian. I'm supposed to be your fiance. You are supposed to be making out with me. You made me feel so stupid and embarrassed. I shouldn't feel like that. I should be with someone who loves me and respects me even when I am not around. You obviously can't do that. So I think it would be better if we just stay friends and keep it civil for the sake of our jobs. Goodbye Damian."

With that, I turn around and walk down the hallway towards the bathroom to go cry my eyes out in the stall.

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*about 20 minutes later*

There is a knock on the bathroom door and I sniffle trying to cover up my crying.

"Y/N? Are you in there?"

I hear a familiar Irish voice saying from outside the bathroom door. I get up off the toilet and walk up to the bathroom door taking a deep breath. I open the door slightly and look at Jordan standing next to the door waiting. He looks over at me, walks through the bathroom door into the bathroom and locks the door. He turns around and looks at me.

"What happened? Have you been in here crying?"

"Yes I have. I told Damian my true feelings about everything that has happened. Than I came in here to cry it out."

He wraps his arms around my head as I wrap my arms around his waist starting to cry again. He holds me tight to him while starting to rub the top of my back.

"Y/N. Honey. It will be okay. I am here and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

I sniffle pulling back from him a little to look up at him as he wipes the tears off of my face.

"Remind me again why we aren't dating?"

"Ummm well when we were younger, you told me that if we dated and got married, you were scared to have my child because in your words, the child would have a big ass head like mine."

I giggle looking up at him and he smiles leaning in and kissing my forehead.

"But seriously, I have wanted to date you and marry you since we were young. Finn thought I was crazy because of how in love with you that I was. I just respected your wishes of us being friends with benefits. Than when I got moved to Raw from NXT and found out you were engaged to Damian, I'll admit, I was crushed. You are the only woman I want to be with. And I mean that with everything in my heart Y/N. You can ask Finn. I....."

I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him hard. He kisses me back grabbing the sides of my face. I pull back looking at him and he has a big smile on his face.

"You should have told me this a long time ago because we wouldn't be in the mess we are in right now."

He laughs causing me to laugh with him when the doorknob jiggles than someone bangs on the door.

"Hey! Is someone in there?"

The woman's voice sounds very familiar. I walk over to the door, unlock it and slowly poke my head out seeing Rhea standing on the other side. She looks at me smiling.

"Y/N! There you are! Everyone has been looking for you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just having a little conversation."

She grabs the door and pulls it open revealing Jordan on the other side. He waves at her and she laughs looking at us.

"Oh we finally are airing out our feelings for each other. About time."

Me and Jordan both give her confused looks and she laughs at us.

"When Jordan went looking for you, Finn told me and Dom about you two. Don't worry. I won't tell Damian so he doesn't kill you Jordan. Now, both of you get out so I can use the bathroom. Go on a date or something."

She pushes us both out of the bathroom causing us to both laugh holding onto each other. Jordan grabs my hand making me look over at him.

"She's right. Let's go on a date."

"Let's go!"

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sydsaint · 1 year ago

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Let JD join the judgment day challenge 💜

Summary: The reader and Jordan have been dating in secret for a while. But when Damian goes off on Jordan for trying to help out the Judgment Day, the secret gets exposed.

The hotel room is silent while you work on your makeup in the bathroom. You can hear the faint sound of the muted TV in the other room as well as some faint shuffling about from Jordan.

"Y/N, sweetheart, are you done yet?" Jordan pokes his head in the bathroom impatiently.

"Almost." You assure him as you pick up your eyelash curler. "You're lucky that you're not with Rhea. That wannabe goth takes so fucking long to do her makeup, I swear." You add. "You know I let her borrow one of my favorite expensive mascaras once and she used damn near the whole tube? It was a new one as well."

Jordan chuckles and leans in the doorway to watch you finish up. "Awe, you look good either way, love." He teases you. "Though the stuff does make those pretty eyes of yours pop." He grins at you.

"Okay!" You giggle and begin cleaning up all of your supplies. "Well, I'm glad that someone appreciates all this work."

Jordan grins at you with that charming smile of his and pushes off the doorframe. He steps forward and traps you against himself and the counter. Hands placed delicately on your hips, Jordan leans forward and kisses you gently.

"I'll see you at the show, love." Jordan sets his forehead on yours gently.

Being a member of Judgment Day with your cousin Finn, you spend most of Raw and Smackdown helping Rhea keep the boys in line. You started dating Jordan when he came up from NXT, but you haven't told anyone about it yet. Not even Finn.

"Mhm. Stay out of trouble, Jordan. Please." You remind him before he leaves.

"I'll try. No promises though." Jordan jokes with a wink.

You laugh and shake your head as the hotel room door closes. With Jordan now gone, you just need to grab your bag and wait for Finn to pick you up.

You aren't waiting for long when someone knocks on the door. You answer the knock and find Damian instead of your cousin.

"Damian?" You freeze in the doorway with a puzzled look on your face. "Where's Finn at?" You ask him.

"Finn had something to help Dom with." Damian answers you. "So I came to get you instead." He explains.

You shift on your heels with a nod. "Oh, alright. Let's go then." You grab the doorknob and close the door behind you.

You and Damian head out to the arena for Raw in silence. Being in the Judgement Day mostly for Finn, you aren't that close with Anyone else in the group. Especially not Damian.

"Rhea is still out with that shoulder thing," Damian informs you as you're both walking into the arena.

"Okay." You nod. "Good riddance if you ask me." You mumble to yourself.

Damian looks at you with narrowed eyes but doesn't reply. The two of you arrive at the locker room and find Finn already there with Dominick.

"Y/N, hey, lass." Finn greets you as you come through the door. "Sorry, I couldn't grab you from the hotel like usual. Dom needed my help with something." He apologizes for his absence.

"It's alright, Finn." You shrug and take a seat in an empty chair.

Everyone hangs out and mingles for a while until Raw starts. Dominick decides that since Rhea isn't around, he should be the one to guide the group. He suggests that everyone go out and punk out Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes who happen to be kicking off the show out in the ring.

"Why? So we can start more drama that we don't need?" You protest with a scoff.

"Now, come on, Y/N," Finn replies. "Dominick has a point. If we're going to stay on top then we can't let anyone get away with stuff like that."

You cross your arms and roll your eyes at your cousin. "Whatever. If we're going to go out there then we'd better do it now. Before it's too late." You get to your feet and stomp toward the door.

Everyone files out to the ring and Dominick begins his assault on Jey. Finn takes out Cody and everything is going smoothly. That is until Sami and Kevin decide to come out and help their friends. Chaos ensues in the ring and you find yourself struggling to stay out of the carnage happening all around you.

You do your best to stay out of the way while also making a point not to seem weak. Kevin Owens almost ends up barreling into you while he's going after Dominick and suddenly you spot Jordan running down the ramp with a steel chair wielded in his hands.

"Y/N! " Jordan rushes past the ensemble of fighting men and to your side. "Are you alright, love?" He checks up on you.

"I'm alright, Jordan." You nod and step behind him, grateful to have a buffer between yourself and the fighting.

The chaos in the ring begins to die down and ends with Judgement Day retreating backstage. But in all the confusion, Damian gets stuck in the ring with your adversaries. No one notices Damian's absence until everyone is backstage.

"Thanks for the help, Jordan." Finn pats his former mentee on the back.

"Yeah, thanks, Jordan." You smile at him but remain casual.

Jordan nods. "Happy to help." He smiles at you and Finn.

You watch as Finn and Jordan fall into a lighthearted conversation. You love seeing them getting along like the friends they used to be. Jordan has been helping out Judgement Day where he can on your behalf without raising too many suspicions. And you've been dropping subtly hints to Finn that Jordan should be allowed to join the group.

Finn and Jordan are still chatting when suddenly the locker room door swings open violently. Damian storms into the room in a fuming rage and makes a B-line for Jordan. In his blind rage, you watch Damian pick up a chair and toss it at the wall before getting into Jordan's face.

"What in the hell was that!" Damian confronts Jordan. "You aren't a member of this group! So why in the hell are you always around!" He fumes.

"Damian!" You shoulder past Finn and over to Priest as he continues to get in Jordan's face. "That's enough!" You snap at him and attempt to wedge yourself between the two of them.

Damian looks down at you with wild eyes, but you stand your ground to protect Jordan. "Move out of the way, Y/N." He demands.

"Fuck you!" You snap back at him. "Now back off!"

"Y/N," Finn replies in a calm tone, wanting to end the conflict before it escalates any further.

Your anger gets the best of you and you shake your head. "No! I am not going to let him puff his chest out at me like some brute. All Jordan was doing was trying to help. So get off his fucking case, Priest." You glare up at him, showing no signs of fear or remorse for your words.

"What the hell is it to you?" Damian sneers. "What? Are you fucking the guy or something?" He scoffs at you in a demeaning and judgemental tone.

"Fuck you!" You huff and smack Priest across the face.

The slap is enough to get Finn involved in the argument. He quickly jumps between you and Priest, just in case Priest feels the need to retaliate.

Damian puts his hand up to his cheek and stares at you over Finn's shoulder with cold eyes. Finn remains in front of you and tries once more to be civil about the whole situation. "Damian, man, that was uncalled for." Finn shakes his head. "Y/N shouldn't have hit you. But come on, mate."

"Oh, he's a big boy, Finn." You growl. "He'll get over it. And if he doesn't? Well like I said, fuck you, Priest." You snap at him again.

"What in the hell is your problem?" Damian snaps back at you.

"Right now? Right now, you're my fucking problem!" You huff and point an accusing finger at him. "Getting in my boyfriend's face for just trying to be a good guy and help out, is my problem." The words fly out of your mouth without a thought.

Your eyes widen when you've realized what you've said. You clamp a hand over your mouth and hear Jordan curse under his breath behind you.

"I knew it!" Damian scoffs. "You are sleeping with him."

"Yeah, I am. So what?" You finally just outwardly admit the relationship.

Finn turns around and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes. "Y/N. Why didn't you tell me?" He asks you.

"I'm sorry, Finn." You bite the inside of your cheek. "With everything going on, I was afraid that you'd be mad. I wanted to get Jordan into the group before we told anyone." You explain.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too, mate," Jordan adds sheepishly.

Finn shakes his head and lets out a heavy sigh. "It's alright." He assures you and Jordan. "And for the record, I would have been fine with it." He adds.

"Really?" You're a bit surprised by Finn's response.

Jordan grabs your hand gently, happy that neither of you has to hide your feelings anymore. But Damian is still pissed off.

"Well? Are you going to tell him to get lost already, Finn?" Damian asks Finn. "Or does he get a pass just because he's doing your cousin?"

"Alright! That's it!" Jordan steps in front of you, tired of hearing Damian badmouth you.

"Jordan, no." You grab his arm. "It's alright. Just let it go."

At the same time, Finn grits his teeth and defends you on Jordan's behalf. "Damian! Get out! Go blow off some steam, mate. And don't even think of coming back until you feel like you're not going to bash on my cousin. Or Jordan." He points a finger toward the door. "Rhea may be the fan favorite right now. But I'm still the leader of this group."

Damian huffs and storms out of the room, slamming the door on the way out. Dominick sits in silence on the other side of the room, already writing out a lengthy text to Rhea about all this drama.

"I would have kicked his arse, you know?" Jordan relaxes for the first time since Damian came crashing into the room.

"I know, babe." You giggle and kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome, by the way." Finn coughs with a hint of an amused smile.

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mamisfavmosher · 7 months ago

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Hi can you write poly judgement day x alt s/o where they got to a haunted house together and they have fun until she gets hit on by scare actors and they get possessive and she has to tell them she’s only there’s please and ps love your poly fics sm 💕

y'all this is so overdue, i'm so sorry

four haunts // poly!judgment day x fem!alt!reader

warnings: language, kinda gory scene?, haunted house with scare actors

Also, JD McDonagh is not in this... NOT PROOFREAD

Readers POV

Not too long ago, Dominik had discovered some type of year long haunted house and wanted to go, so on our day off we decided to head over and see how it went. When we pulled up to the attraction, it wasn't too busy, maybe two or three other cars beside ours. We all piled out of Rhea's truck and began walking toward the entrance, excited to see if it would actually be scary or not. "This better be good, Dom," Rhea sighed out with a small chuckle, throwing her keys in her bag before hooking an arm around Dom's neck. "Since you made me drive 40 minutes to get here." "It's gonna be great, don't worry, Mami." Dom responded back before looking at the worn down attraction with apprehension. "...I think." I let out a laugh and started running toward the entrance of the house, excited to see what was inside. "C'mon, guys!" I called back to them before stepping into the house. "Babygirl, slow down!" I heard Damian yell out to me, but I was already inside the house, walking down a hallway.

I smiled as I felt my fear and adrenaline begin to pump through my veins. The house seemed to be pretty spooky so far with fake blood splattered on the walls, creaky floorboards, flickering lights, and gross odors wafting through the air. My four partners filed in through the door before catching up with me.

"Let's start with this room." Finn said before grabbing my hand and leading me into the first room on our left. It seemed to be decorated as some type of surgical room. As soon as we were all in the room, the door shut behind us. "Uh... what's going on?" I asked the rest of them quietly, waiting for some type of jump scare.

"No idea, but this place is wack-" Dom cut himself off by his own scream as someone in a creepy surgeon costume jumped out at him. The rest of us jumped a bit as well before cackling a bit at Dom's scream. "Nice one, Dom Dom." Damian chuckled out and ruffled Dom's hair a bit. All of a sudden, the creepy surgeon started coming towards me, reaching out a hand like he was going to touch me. I didn't freak out, though. It was one of the rules posted out front that the actors wouldn't touch you. Till he did. Then I started freaking out a bit.

"Hey, cut it out! I thought they weren't allowed to touch us!" I said with annoyance while slapping his hand off of me.

"Get the hell away from her!" Rhea moved to stand next to me, putting her arm out in front of me as a form of protection against the scare actor. He silently put his hands up in surrender before creeping back into the closet he popped out of. The door to the room opened back up and we quickly filed out to visit a different room. "If any of those creeps try something again, we're leaving." Rhea said in a strict tone, leaving no room for arguments.

The next room we entered was a dining room, a gross, rotting feast displayed on top of the table. Finn let out a quiet gagging noise before we proceeded further into the room.

"Take a seat!" Yelled out a scare actor who was dressed as a half-dead butler. We all hesitated for a moment before begrudgingly sitting down at the disgusting table. A crazed looking chef walked through the entrance to the room straight over to me. As soon as I looked up at him, I could tell it was the same scare actor that played the creepy surgeon. He beelined over to me and immediately put his hands on my chair to try and scoot me in further before he brought his hands up to rest on my shoulders.

"Man, you're not gonna keep doing this!" Damian said angrily as he stood up from the chair beside me. The scare actor quickly backed off a bit, but took a step closer to me and dropped a napkin in front of me before walking back out the door.

I cautiously picked up the napkin to inspect it, immediately spotting a phone number written on it in fake blood. I threw it off into the center of the table in disgust and Dom picked it up to look at it, Rhea and Finn peering over his shoulders.

"Oh hell no!" Rhea said in a furious tone, standing up from her chair and beginning to march out of the room.

"Rhea, wait!" I called out, running after her, but Damian pulled me back and ran after Rhea himself, no doubt having the same intentions as her.

Rhea and Damian stormed after the scare actor as he rushed down the hall. They both yelled a few threats out to him before Finn, Dom, and I caught up to them, pulling them back towards us.

"Let's get out of here before these two rip that dude to shreds." Finn said while grabbing both Rhea and Damian by their elbows and dragging them towards the front door. We quickly made it outside of the haunted house and we forced the two furious, raging members of the Judgment Day back into Rhea's truck.

"Guys, just calm down... it's fine. Really." I said in a soft voice in hopes of them calming down just a bit. They were fired up and angry.

"Baby, if you think for a second that we're not gonna put up a fight when some creep tries to give you his number, then I'm sorry, honey, but you're dead wrong." Damian muttered under breath, practically fuming in the passenger seat.

"I'm not saying I don't appreciate you defending me, but maybe you guys shouldn't go around threatening people's lives?" I questioned with a small smile, reaching my hands out to gently rest on their shoulders.

"Sweetheart, it's kinda our job. We gotta make sure you're safe and protected at all times." Rhea countered back with a smirk. I let out a sigh and playfully shook my head at their mutterings.

"Whatever. I love you guys. Thanks for keeping me safe and protected." I laughed a bit and relaxed into the back seats of the truck while Rhea drove us home, Dom and Finn on either side of me keeping a protective hand on me the whole way.

#rhea ripley #wwe #the judgement day #damian priest #dominik mysterio #wwe superstars #finn balor #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #damian priest x reader #finn balor x reader #the judgment day x reader #poly!judgment day #wwe x

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afterdarkprincess · 1 year ago

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🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

fuck it if i can't have him Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,514 Summary: Jey reflects on the choices he's made since the Royal Rumble and his feelings for Sami Post I love you (it's ruining my life) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,372 Summary: Sami and Jey realize they're in the same hotel and meet up for a late night discussion. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

mine Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,083 Summary: Dean Ambrose pays Seth Rollins a visit after Smackdown 3/29/24 to remind Seth who he belongs to. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

CM Punk/Drew McIntyre

i won't be denied by you (the animal inside of you) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 932 Summary: Drew McIntyre is obsessed with CM Punk. Haunted by CM Punk. Possessed by him. Post

Winner Take All Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,778 Summary: After their encounters on the April 29th Monday Night RAW, Drew McIntyre finds CM Punk backstage. Alone. Post

Acts of Contrition Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,581 Summary: Drew kidnaps CM Punk and cleanses him of his many sins Post

Solo Sikoa/ Sami Zayn

Leather & Lace Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,009 Summary: Solo Sikoa finds himself as the new Tribal Chief. The Tribal Chief gets what the Tribal Chief wants. Solo Sikoa wants Sami Zayn. Post

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madhatterbri · 7 months ago

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Bet | D.P.

Summary: A She’s All That AU where Damian accepts a bet that he can make fem!reader, who is a jobber or someone stuck at catering into a women’s champion. Thanx :)

Author's Note: Starting the story off with her already a champion. Blame @theworldofotps for the ending.

More of my Damian Priest fics can be found here.

My masterlist can be found here.

Requested by Anon

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @brideofinfamy @mrsarcherofinfamy

Time froze the moment Samantha Irvin announced that Y/N was the new women's champion. She stared at the championship belt in amazement. Months ago, this was a distant dream. She couldn't believe her moment finally came. This moment was all thanks to Damian Priest.

Y/N rolled out of the ramp and towards Damian as he waited at the top. Tears streamed down her face as she high five a couple of fans while passing them. The archer of infamy had his arms wide open. In a moment, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Congratulations, I'm so proud of you, mi amor," he muttered in her head. They separated from the hug. The unlikely duo stared back at the ring. Damian grabbed one of her hands and raised it up high.

They disappeared behind the curtain after allowing her to soak in the cheers for a little while longer. The talent in the back congratulated her. She even took a picture with one of her bosses, HHH, to celebrate the occasion. Nothing could ruin this night.

"I'm going to get a shower and change. See you soon," she promised and kissed her boyfriend. Y/N disappeared into the locker room and went to the showers. The cold water felt divine on her sore muscles. Her thoughts wandered on the path that led her here.

WWE hired her as a jobber to put talent over. At first, she was just excited to be getting air time on TV. If wrestling didn't work out, maybe she could have an acting career. Loss after loss, she ate happily until someone noticed her.

Damian informed her that he saw something in her. A spark or passion to want to succeed. Y/N blew him off at first, but he was persistent. After a few weeks, she agreed to let him train her.

Any free time she had was spent with him. They ran together and worked out on the machines. He even helped her with her mic skills. HHH started to give her more chances to show her new skills. She managed to impress him.

As time passed, their relationship started to move from friendly coworkers to something more. After work outs, they would sneak back to his room. At first, it was to soak each other in with the new light that they now saw each other in. Hours were spent staring at the hotel ceiling and just talking about their life and dreams. One night after RAW, they really pushed the boundaries of their relationship.

He kissed her outside his hotel door. That night, there was no talking until they fell asleep. The heat of the moment caught up to them. By the next morning, they were officially a couple. Now, with both of them as champions, they were a power couple. Nothing could ruin this moment for her.

Y/N stopped the water and dressed quickly. She went to the place she left Damian, but he was not around. The men's champion had a match coming up. She wanted to wish him luck before he fought his challenger.

As she walked past others in the back, those that hadn't congratulated her yet did so. She turned a corner and saw Damian talking to JD McDonagh. A normal occurrence given that they were in the same faction together. The words that they spoke felt like a punch to her stomach.

"I thought you were crazy to accept that bet. She was a mess, and now she is champion. It should have been a shoo-in for me to win that money," JD sighed. He started to hand him the money.

"Yeah, man, look, can we keep it under wraps? I don't want her to find out is all," Damian's deep voice caused tears to prick her eyes. She wiped them away quickly and sniffled.

Their eyes widened in shock the moment they saw her. Y/N could swear the color left Damian's face. Hot tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart felt like the organ literally ripped in her chest.

"You never believed in me at all?" She asked. The championship belt on her shoulder weighed heavily on her. All the times they spent together now tainted. "Was sleeping with me part of the bet too?"

"Let's just talk this out. This was before I got to know you. Y/N, you are so talented," Damian complimented to try and save face. She shook her head. The arena felt like it was crashing down on her. She had to leave now.

"Y/N, wait!" Damian called behind her. She scurried away from the heartache. Tears blurred her vision. She didn't notice who could see her until a hand grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Hey, I thought we would see Damian's match together," Rhea offered. It was a pretty common occurrence now. They had become friendly towards the other since Y/N spent more time with Damian. Rhea caught a glimpse of the other's face. "What's wrong?"

"Is this just a bet, too? Was I just some little bet to everyone on Judgment Day?" Y/N demanded.

Rhea shook her head. "A bet? What bet? Darling, what's going on?"

The sound of Damian shouting her name caused Y/N to look back at him. "Why don't you ask him? I'm out of here,"

The crying woman left a stunned Rhea Ripley. The archer of infamy moved to pass Rhea, but Mami stopped him. Her grip on his arm was stronger than a vice. She didn't look like she was in a playing mood.

"What did you do?" Rhea demanded from Damian. He gulped and came clean to her about everything.

#fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #damian priest fanfiction #damian priest fanfic #damian priest x reader #damian priest angst #damian priest x y/n

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miss-kuki-nz · 3 months ago

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WARNING: If you are not a fan of gay shipping within pro wrestling, then this fic is not for you!!

There might be spelling errors.

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A/N - This is for all the delulus out there! Team delulu all day, every day. 😉

Featuring WWE superstars

No reader in this one.

When someone has the nerve to mess with his man

*Kevin Owens to Cody Rhodes*

Cody: Randy is mine, Kevin, not yours!!

Kevin: Really? Is he really yours? Because last time I checked, you didn't seem to think about Randy when you were getting down and dirty with the Tribal Chief!.

Cody: I-

Kevin: That's what I thought. You had your chance, Cody; now Randy is with me.

*Damian Priest to JD McDonagh*

Damian: I warned you, JD; Finn is my man.

JD: But he was mine first!

Damian: Well, now he's mine, so you better back off!

*Grayson Waller to Johnny Gargano*

Grayson: You can't take Austin away from me! Do you hear me, Gargano?

Johnny: You don't deserve him, Waller!

*Sami Zayn to Rhea Ripley*

Rhea: Jey is mine now, Sami boy.

Sami: Yet he was in my bed last night, not yours

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#wwe #wwe fanfiction #kevin owens #cody rhodes #damian priest #jd mcdonagh #grayson waller #johnny gargano #sami zayn #rhea ripley #wwe fandom #dialogue only fic

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bibibi-tchx · 5 months ago

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welp shit

it was fun while it lasted, but rd is the foundation of my fic universe, and it is so so hard for me to ignore whats happened and continue writing

and YES ik its scripted, ive just got bp2 and therefore cannot cope

if it was somehow all a ruse, then expect me coming back when its revealed but until then clove is outy

thank you all sm for the love and inspiration, but since the liv thing even started its been hard

keep reading for the fic

im gna copy and paste it here, and if anyone wants to finish it go ahead, just make sure u credit me

They could do this. They could totally do this.

It was their first proper outing to a social event as a family, a work related event no less, since Rhea’s departure. Each member of the Judgement Day, and a plethora of their colleagues, had received an email from the big man, Triple H, himself, inviting them all to a company gathering to commemorate the company’s milestones since his takeover. It weren’t as if they could decline, either, because pretty much the whole roster from each show had been invited, and the whole of Judgement Day (including Rhea, barring the fact that it had to be discussed on a FaceTime where the whole family- inclusive of JD McDonagh for once- could come to a verdict) had agreed to going so that no one could possibly call them out on bunking the event.

For obvious reasons, Rhea herself would not be turning up, but she had played an essential role in levelling Dominik’s confidence to go to the event and actually socialise with his fellow wrestlers on the FaceTime call, reminding him of sweet nothings, of how far he has come in such a short period and how proud she’ll be even if he went with a pout on his face like he had been stuck in for the last few weeks.

So far, it had been a rough month or so without her, with all of the issues regarding Dominik and the rocky relationship he had been beginning to have with his regression since Rhea had returned back home to Australia, and then the whole debacle around Dominik feeling as though he would be abandoned to revel and reside in emotions of utmost despair- especially in the way in which Damian’s actions would juxtapose depending on if they were in front of the cameras, out in the ring, or when they finally reached backstage: where any quests initiated by preying and hurtful eyes that would attempt to enact upon their cruel and ignorant judgements based upon the interactions within their dynamic could be shut down.

In the most simplest ways of describing it: it had been an incredible mess, that not only Dominik learned that Damian, and Finn, would always love him to the point where it could be sickening, but Damian had it honed into his own mind that Dominik needed to understand that he was cherished, and Damian needed to express that no matter where they were. Even if there were thousands of people staring at them. Damian couldn’t keep on maintaining the perpetuating, unrelenting nightmarish cycle of not truly nor effectively communicating how much he genuinely felt heaps of adoration for Dominik outside of their family home; thus, Dominik was left to his own devices to think that Damian did not love him.

Overall, to keep it even more brief than before, it had been a horrible, cob-webbed debacle that no one in their family ever wanted to recreate.

As Dominik leans into Austin Theory slightly, knowing that the action makes people believe as though he is actually digesting their dialogue, he can’t help but pay mind to the feelings of layering guilt- he wanted to go home, but he knows how much work had been put into this moment; how long it took for them to get Dominik somewhat keen to go, and even getting ready had been a bit of a chore from what Dominik could remember from behind the fog of his headspace.

Originally, after some cajoling and totally-not-bribery from all three of Dominik’s caregivers, Dominik had been the most amped up to go, eager to finally step his anxious footing into the barrelling outside world after hiding away in the guarding of his Papi and his Daddy’s arms since Rhea’s departure to Australia. He had dragged Damian and Finn throughout their home, helping (more like rushing) them to get ready- even despite how he only had one working arm. Dominik was finally ready to leave the nest, in an odd way.

“Faster, Daddy! We got’sa go to the party!” Was hollered out from the depth of Dominik's throat more times than Finn would like to admit. But, in Finn’s defence, it is harder than the majority would think to wrangle a fully grown, six foot, toddler into the only sweatshirt that he would wear.

Not because any others were dirty. Or because of the presence of any holes in the fabric.

No- because Dominik wanted to wear his dark blue sweatshirt, the one with ‘Atlanta’ written across the chest in white lettering, and there was no other one that he wanted to wear. He had to wear that sweatshirt. And, by now in their loving dynamic, Damian and Finn knew more than fully well at this point it was better to try and help Dominik with what he wanted to achieve as long as it was within reasonable means.

After all, the whole point of Dominik’s age regression was to help him heal from what he had faced growing up; to give him a stable sense of self where he can be extremely secure in the knowledge that he does have a support system.

What damage is letting Dominik be spoiled with a sweatshirt going to do to that bond they had carefully crafted?

Then, it was having to wrestle (not literally, of course) with Dominik’s black arm sling. It wasn’t at all akin to Rhea’s injury, and he was able to remove the sling when having a bath, but the ever kind doctors had advised that Dominik to try and keep the muscle compress on for as long as humanly possible: and Rhea had been fully made aware of this development as well; so, even from across the globe, Rhea had cracked down on her parenting partners with an iron fist to ensure that this had been implemented. Of course, both Finn and Damian had consequently agreed with this revelation. Additionally, there was no way that they were going to go against Rhea’s orders.

On the hour ride over- which, they were immensely happy for, as the shorter rides means that Damian doesn’t have to worry about packing snacks for when they were on the vexatiously long motorways- they had managed to help ease Dominik away from the light fuzz that was associated with his headspace whilst he was regressed, hyping him up and encouraging Dominik to relish the social evening for what it was: to take it as a time to distract himself from the eternally gnawing sensation that had been clawing and weighing down his heart since that fateful day back in April where Rhea had kissed him goodbye whilst he hid under the comforting leather of Damian’s jacket.

But, alas, an hour into the event, Dominik’s ears were starting to ring out, all of the noise meshing together in cruel and despicable ways.

The offensive hum of the people collided with the bombarding bass of the music, and all Dominik wanted to do was return back into the crook of either of his caregivers’ arms before they would head home where Dominik wouldn’t be subjected to the horrible noises of anything else but Finn’s exceedingly engaging storytelling, and the soft lull of Damian’s singing voice dancing in his ear drums.

His brown eyes darted around the room, not intentionally ignoring Austin Theory, notwithstanding the irksome fact that Austin was dragging on a pointless conversation, remaining to talk absolute nonsense into his ears, as Dominik knows it can be considered rude to not pay his attention to his friend, but he needed to locate Damian or Finn- he needed his ear defenders, at the very least.

Typically, Dominik would have all of his sensory-related items on his person, all organised neatly (all thanks to Damian, in that regard) into the tight compartments of his black backpack, that would always be slung around his shoulder and swinging against his shoulder blade- whereas Damian would hold his age regression supplies in his own matching (literally: it was the exact same bag and brand) black backpack. That was purely to restrict any confusion between the two bags, in case Dominik needed to whip out a fidget toy, and ended up yanking out his dark blue pacifier inside its sticker-covered plastic case.

One is a much more prefered conversation to have with nyon strangers than the other.

However, tonight, the group had made the very conscious decision to keep both bags secured, locked inside of their black Range Rover in a means of trying to prevent either bag from going missing or getting left behind due to the high levels of social intensity in the event.

Finn and Damian had checked with Dominik multiple times about the decision, not wanting to shove Dominik into a situation without any easy access to his comfort items, but Dominik had given them the same tooth-bearing grin as he usually does (the one that makes both of their hearts melt at the drop of a hat), shooting them a little, “Yeah! I’m all good!”, and they were on their merry way.

They brushed their way through the security briefing, with the whole shebang of ‘no drugs, no this, no that’ with everyone having to agree that no recreational drugs will be used on their premises, even despite how they literally worked there and knew all of this, and then the reminders of where to go if there was a fire. Triple H had concluded the meeting with bustles of praise, after all, it had been a celebration of their recent successes in terms of the brand’s growth around the world in the last few months, a way of the higher ups giving their thanks and recognition to their wrestlers. A nice treat as a means to encourage this behaviour. So, it makes sense for the Big Boss, something that Dominik has heard Damian refer to him as a lot more frequently than before, to make sure everyone left the room with a positive sense of keenness for the upcoming future of their company.

The only thing Dominik had paid attention to in the briefing was the suffocating sensation in the room, staring at the sweeping amount of people that had filled the meeting room to the brim.

Even as they began to sizzle out, groups and friends making their way to all of the different rooms to the evening, Dominik’s mind kept on focusing on how utterly foreboding it all felt; the awfully paralysing size of the people in each room painting Dominik with increasing layers of agony as he continued to survey the area.

There were bustles of them, incredulous amounts of many crowds of loud people surrounded them, laughing, talking, flirting- the whole seemingly-desirable package of general socialisation that was expected when it came to their company meetings.

Party? Meeting? Neither caregiver, JD, nor Dominik had really the foresight to pinpoint which this event was categorised as: the email hadn’t been all that clear. Sure, there wasn’t as much alcohol as a party, but there was no way it was a proper ‘meeting’, less there wouldn’t be such a heavy emphasis on all of the wrestlers from across all of the shows being able to socialise with each other.

Dominik knew that Damian was most likely to go and congregate along with the other champions, which he was more than fine with, and he had seen Finn and JD leave the meeting room with an unfamiliar woman, but Dominik mustered up the courage to try and be big, to try and talk with everyone else.

“I mean, who does that? Like-“ Austin continues, and Dominik knows that he’s merely just attempting to formulate a conversation with one of his longest friends since he ever joined the company itself, but he doesn’t want to talk anymore.

He wants his muffling sound defenders: the sticker-covered pair that he had decorated with his Mami back when she was still with them, and she wanted to do some activities with her little boy before they would head on their way together to one of her doctor appointments for her shoulder injury.

He wants to hide away from the world once more: to shove his head into his weighted blankets and feel the weight of the world transfer from him to the beads inside the grey and fluffy blanket.

He wants his Daddy and his Papi: he wants to pull them into the tightest cuddle that Dominik could ever be capable of mustering up the strength to enact upon, just so that he didn’t have to deal with none of the abrasive lighting of the rooms across the floor which the social gathering was taking place upon as his Papi would tower over any light coming through, and his Daddy’s hand would distract Dominik, toying with his dark brown locks of luscious hair that was still growing out strongly, his long and calloused hands working their ways in a rhythmic and familiar manner.

Maybe, just maybe, Dominik wasn’t all that prepared to go out and socialise as much as he originally thought. The promise of some of Damian’s specialised chocolate mousse that he crafts for Dominik at home be damned.

The haziness that often accompanies his headspace makes itself known, knocking at the doors of his mind with pastel hues and reminders that he’s clearly much too little or small to be in such a grown-up, matured, space like the one he was in. Dominik doesn’t particularly know where the heavy emotions had come from, nor can he exactly pinpoint when they had begun to swim in his mind, chucking any coherent, adult, thoughts out from his conscious mindspace with a beckoning urge to scream, cry out for his caregivers so that they could pluck him up from the agonisingly sticky leather sofa where people were ingesting ludicrous amounts of alcohol (he swears Triple H had put a limit on how much everyone could drink) and engaging in with prattling conversations and take him back home.

Dominik sucks in a breath of tension, holding it staunchly in the jaws of his mouth so as to prevent alerting Theory, or any of the other people on the sofa they were sitting together on, that something was starting to off-hilter his mind. The doe brown of his eyes look back at Austin, sending a swift smile (though, a thought rushes to his mind that his Mami would have pointed out that it was a ‘bread smile’- whatever that meant, it always went over Dominik’s head, so he never gave much actual thought to it) as a makeshift way of giving Theory the illusion that Dominik was still listening to what he was saying, before they go back to surveying the room.

He doesn’t see Damian.

And Dominik definitely cannot see Finn, nor does JD McDonagh breach his cautious eyeline.

But, there is one person that he sees. Sure, the guy himself is probably one of the loudest in the room, maybe one of the loudest people in the whole company, but Dominik had grown comfortable with the dude, even more so since he had practically saved him during the Royal Rumble- even though the reasoning behind his help was a bit out of pocket.

R-Truth was across the room, talking in that gravel-soaked voice that always made a regressed Dominik feel ever-so giggly. It appears as though Truth was the only person in the room who was actually aware of his regression, and Dominik doesn’t really have to second guess nor does he have the ability to dismiss that vague idea.

Dominik silently, fondly, curses Rhea, Finn and Damian for being territorial when it comes to him, not allowing any unwanted eyes to peek through their family curtains, and guarding Dominik with what might as well have been diamond swords. Maybe if they weren’t so restrictive, he could have the capabilities to find someone else, and not be forced to interrupt R-Truth’s conversation with some of the older wrestlers, who would have all known Dominik since he was actually as old as he feels, if not a little bit older.

Though, Dominik knows that their protection and restrictive behaviour is all in good faith to cage him from those who are able to cause any sort of disruption to him.

The Miz was there,obviously, and he’d seen Dominik back when he was still just a preteen. It was evident that he was by R-Truth’s side because he had assigned himself R-Truth’s caretaker, something that Dominik found funny to no end, but it also looks as though they were talking to Triple H himself, and that man has known him since Dominik could really remember when he had started to accompany his father to the shows.

“Sorry, Austin, but I wanna go speak to Triple H about something- y’know, before he slips off to go boast to whoever will listen to him again.” Dominik makes a measly attempt at a joke, but it appears to work as Austin chuckles a little, slapping his hand on Dominik’s shoulders in a clumsy, obviously intoxicated, manner.

“You go do you, big man. Good luck!” Austin cheers, pointing his drink in Dominik’s general vicinity, the cliche red cup in his hands causing Dominik to giggle a little about how Austin was the picture perfect example of an American party-goer.

The heavenly giggle still lays upon the pink of his lips just as Dominik waves his goodbye to Austin, “Thank you, Theory! I’ll see you later!” Dominik calls out, although, if things went his way, then there’s a very little chance that Theory will actually see Dominik again for the rest of the evening.

He walks the five seconds over to where R-Truth, Triple H and the Miz are in what is definitely exceeding five seconds, trying his best not to anger a colleague or two as he has to swim his way through the sea of people, having to keep in mind that shoving was rude, and that if his Papi or Daddy were to see him shove someone, without their direct guidance or direction, then they will surely be upset with the lack of manners, reminding him that his Mami always preaches about how we have to be kind to others, and they will be nicer to us in the return.

Funnily enough, the Miz caught Dominik heading their way first, and he more than welcomes the distraction- there’s a sense of fond annoyedness that Dominik sees in his Papi’s dark brown eyes whenever he’s up to mischief, and relief begins to collide with the anxiety that he was feeling only a few seconds ago.

“Wassup, little dude!” Before the Miz even gets a chance to welcome Dominik with grateful arms into the conversation, R-Truth beckons out a typical greeting, and the nickname makes Dominik want to bounce on his feet in delight; he’s not as graceful in stopping the behaviour, but he manages to reign it in.

R-Truth brings in Dominik for a ‘hug’: it was not so much as a hug but a way for R-Truth to have an excuse to pick up Dominik, his cherished and white Jordans dangling from the height that the older wrestler has managed to bring him up to, and swing him from side to side.

If Dominik wasn’t feeling the haze and the sensations of bewilderment of his headspace before R-Truth had made him feel about as heavy as a feather, he definitely was now. The fact that all three of them towered over him didn’t exactly help that much either- all it did was remind Dominik that he was evidently too small to be in such a setting, much too little, and that he needed to find his Daddy and his Papi to aid him in whisking all of the negativity and lugubriosity of the world.

“Hey, big dude!” Dominik says with a shabby, cheerful tone, repeating their nicknames for each other that had been coined during their time together whilst Truth was terrorising their family during the Monday Night Raw segments.

Although, behind the scenes was a whole different scene: Damian and R-Truth got along more than Dominik had ever seen his Papi bond with someone else, and it made the younger Latino happy to witness his Papi, his Damian, to finally get comfortable to relax around other people. And, of course, a regressed Dominik absolutely adored the older man: R-Truth would always pick him up and swing him around; he would crouch down and bend when speaking to Dominik when he was feeling small, which, of course, would only push Dominik deeper into his regression.

R-Truth was the best- no questions asked, no doubt riddled.

The Miz and Triple H join in with welcoming and greeting their younger colleague, but R-Truth, as he typically does, pounces back into the conversation- “What brings you over here, Dom Dom? What can I do for you?” Truth’s smile is truly infectious, and Dominik feels his lips replicating the joyous feeling that R-Truth was spreading as he tries to think of an answer.

He opens and closes his mouth for a second or so, fumbling around for a response- although, yet again, Dominik is interrupted by R-Turth’s hoarse voice ringing through their social circle, his eyes scanning around Dominik momentarily before looking in different areas of the room they were in, “Where’s the big dog?” R-Truth questions, hints of concern beginning to trail in his tone, increasing in prowess as Dominik shrugs his shoulders, a neat and non-verbal way of letting Truth know that Dominik was not aware of Damian’s location, “What about that grumpy old man Finn?” R-Truth tries again, and upon Dominik repeating his earlier actions, the older man sighs in a dramatic, hyperbolised manner, “Not even that alien looking dude?”

Dominik giggles a smidge at the insult aimed towards JD, and R-Truth’s dark brown eyes bulge open as he realises that Dominik had clearly come to him because of the fact that everyone else was off, leaving Dominik behind in a space that, judging by the way he was bouncing on his heels subtly, now that Truth actually gets a chance to analyse it, “No idea, dog. I was hoping that you’d seen them, actually.”

“Oh snap…y’know what, Mizer-”

“Miz.”

“And Mister H-Man-”

“I’ll take that.”

“Were starting to bore me- all this talk about the championships. You get it, don’t you, little champ? You guys should see how much he takes after Dame.” R-Truth comments, large hands gesturing at Dominik’s outfit, pointing at the matching silver chains (the really cool ones that Damian had gotten him even before he knew of Dominik’s regression, with Dominik having the smaller cross whilst Damian had the bigger one) that he and Damian would always wear together.

Heat rushed to Dominik’s cheeks, flushing his face a paintable shade of pink that highlights the browns of his doe eyes, and he can’t really tell if it’s because of the heat from all of the people, or because R-Truth has just successfully managed to make Triple H chuckle a hint about how much Dominik has been taken after the older Latino man in the last few months.

“So…you don’t mind tagging along?” Dominik asks, a juvenile sense of hope riddled in his voice that R-Truth notices as well- he may not be as well-versed or knowledgable on Dominik whilst in his regressed headspace compared to his three other caregivers, but R-Truth can tell that he was definitely dealing with a smaller version of one of his favourite colleagues.

“Nah- of course not! Farewell, Mister H. Mizer, I’ll catch you later. For now, returning the lost boy to his family!” R-Truth calls out, and Dominik’s just grateful that everyone is so familiar with Truth's shenanigans that no one, absolutely no one, even bats an eyelid in their pathway as R-Truth wraps his large and toned left arm around Dominik’s figure, bringing the regressed boy closer in to his chest so as to shield him from everyone else around them.

R-Truth walks Dominik and himself along the edge of the room, with his own right arm brushing against the wall every so often as he committedly guides Dominik out of the area, doing all he can to be as fast as he could whilst also making sure to treat the Judgement Day’s youngest member with great care as they pushed their way out and into the hallway; a significantly smaller amount of people were loitering in between the three or four rooms that they had been designated to socialise that evening, the only person of note being someone from NXT taking a phone call.

In a husky and hushed tone, R-Truth whispers something of concern into Dominik’s ear.

“Where’s your bag at, kid? That little black one that you and your Papi have.”

Dominik smiles a tad at the implication that someone else outside of his makeshift family actually cares about him that much to notice such intricate details, his voice matching how quiet Truth’s was, a drip of an attitude of a sombre kind evident in his articulation, “In the car- both of ‘em.”

“That’s fine, Dom Dom. I bet your old man has the keys, so why don’t we go find him? A R-Truth and Dominik adventure.” Truth ruffles the brown hair on Dominik’s head as he smoothes out his voice, recalling how the boy’s Mami had informed him one day a few months ago that it was best to distract Dominik with smaller, attainable goals if he was visibly upset or distraught at something and his caregivers were not in the immediate vicinity to even notice Dominik’s shift in mood.

The pair of them remain out in the hallway, utilising the floor-to-ceiling glass panels to save them both the stress of searching each individual hang out spot for Damian’s whereabouts

“He was wearing one of his baseball jerseys, wasn’t he?” Truth prods, trying to aid Dominik in looking for his Papi, who, in retrospect, due to his grand height alone, really shouldn’t be that hard to spot, both R-Truth and Dominik grateful for the fact that it would take significantly less time. Dominik’s head rested onto R-Truth’s shoulder, happy to let his head relax in the older man’s neck whilst they surveyed the room in silence.

Although, as Dominik had grown to be more than fond of in the last few months, R-Truth and silence is a combination that never works cohesively past five seconds.

“What’s the plan when we find your Damian then, little man? Just want to grab your special headphones?” R-Truth enquiries, his eyes squinting as he continues to survey the room, looking for people who appeared to be around Damian’s height as a first clue.

“Don’ know, Truth. I wan’ go home, but I know D…Dame an’ Finn are having fun- I don’ want to make them say bye’s to everyone.” Dominik shrugged his shoulders, the ghost of a pout beginning to strengthen, coming to fruition by the second as he heard R-Truth sigh in a tender and doting manner as Dominik continued, “It’s all so loud and… ugh. So much goin’ on.”

“Kiddo, they won’t mind. They know what they are doing, okay? You don’t ever need to worry about your Damian and Finn- they will absolutely understand if you need to go home. They are your caregivers, and, most importantly, your family. It would be rather silly of them if they didn’t let you go home.” R-Truth does his best to console the growingly anxious Dominik, his eyes catching how Dominik’s feet were shuffling against his own trainers once more. The thumb on R-Truth's left hand, the arm he had been clutching Dominik to his side with, rubbed up and down Dominik’s shoulder.

Suddenly, Dominik’s arm raised upwards and pointed at where he could see his Papi, along with Cody and Bayley (so, Dominik’s estimation was correct about his Damian going to see the other champions) congregating by the snack and drinks table, noticing Damian’s hands being bare of a beverage, which means Dominik obviously has to turn to face Truth as he began to jump on his tip-toes slightly, already starting to feel a bit more happy, “Look, tío!” Dominik says, an adorably awkward merge of a whisper and a yell coming out from his lips.

The sight of Damian makes Dominik teeter more deeper into his headspace, not to mention the deep chuckle from R-Truth upon hearing the term of endearment fall eagerly from childishly rosy-coloured lips.

Sensing a set of light brown eyes- his boy’s light brown eyes, no less- Damian’s own dark brown irises glance up from where they had been focused on Cody Rhodes, and his eyebrows soften, his eyes beginning to crinkle as love swarms his heart upon seeing Dominik switch on his heels to face his friend, R-Truth, a toothy grin on his face and mouthing words that Damian can easily tell, even from the distance alone, is something along the lines of, “Dame!”, as Dominik’s lips hold on the ‘m’ sound for longer than he would with any other word.

The older Peutro-Rican man is snapped out of his love-filled trance upon hearing Bayley let out a joking taunt, “Oh!” She teases, dragging out the vowel for as long as humanly possible, and when Cody catches on to the fact that Domnik is standing outside of the room, his left hand waving big and wide with a teeth-baring smile that could not more obviously be painted on for Damian to see, he cheerfully waves back at the younger boy whilst Bayley continues talking, “I was wondering where Dominik was- he trails right behind you these days; it is honestly so sweet how you care for him like that. How’s he been with the whole Rhea leaving thing?”

Damian expresses his gratitude for her thoughtfulness and compassionate words with a short simper, “He’s been doing better than we thought he would originally; I’m so proud of how he’s been handling it, you have no idea.”

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

Cody repeats himself, this time his hand touching Damian’s shoulder in a friendly and genial approach, “Have you been taking it since Rhea left to go back home? I can only imagine how hard it is for you- you two are literally brother and sister at this point.”

Damian chuckles at the implication, but also finds himself grinning once more at the fact that Cody seems to genuinely care about how he has also been feeling, “Well, I’ve been better, you feel me? It looks like Dominik’s getting all antsy about something, so I’m going have to leave this conversation here. It was genuinely so nice to have this catch up. Hopefully, we get to have another party soon.” Damian swiftly shakes each of their hands, both of his fellow WWE Champions saying similar compliments and niceties to send Damian off with.

Although, Cody does whisper something of note into Damian’s ear, and the way it was said so rushed and yet so cheekily leaves Damian walking away from the conversation with another set of his typical deep and rumbling chuckles, “When parenting calls, you always got to respond.”

Meanwhile, Dominik had been talking his way to R-Truth, the older wrestler always being happy to engage with the little one’s talks and eager questions about how the world works whilst they waited for Damian to leave the room.

“Tío?” Dominik signals, eyes still casted to where Damian was walking through the room t get to Dominik, a hint of concern beginning to riddle his chiselled features, looking up at R-Truth with a world of childish wonder painted in his eyes that R-Truth can’t help but admire.

Specifically, the nickname never fails to make R-Truth feel as though he’s truly being admired and appreciated by the little boy.

“Yeah? What’re you thinking about, Dom Dom?” Truth probes in a soft voice, curious about what Dominik was about to say, one of his eyebrows raising in curiosity, and also partly to make Dominik feel better about his beloved Papi taking so long to leave the room and bid his colleagues a good day - or, at least, something along those lines.

“Why’s the Sun follow me when…when I’s in the car?” Dominik asks, his voice just a tad bit timid from how he was slightly embarrassed to ask the question so loud in the hallway that his Papi would hear the ‘silliness’ as he gets closer to the glass door that opens up to where R-Truth and Dominik were waiting idly together.

“I think you might have to ask your old man about that, kiddo. I don’t really know myself.” R-Truth shrugs his shoulders, and Dominik’s eyes cast to the floor, a look of juvenile determination beginning to paint his round features.

“Eso es tonto…” Dominik mumbles under his breath, eyebrows furrowed and evidently not impressed with Truth’s response to his question.

“Say that again please, mi chiquitin. I couldn’t quite hear you over all the music that’s playing.” Damian requests in a nonchalant tone, and Dominik breaches the three steps in front of him and dives his body right into the comfort and familiar sense of home that Damian’s chest effortlessly provides, wrapping his arms tightly around Damian’s waist, his nimble fingers pulling at the hem of his Papi’s shirt as Dominik finally has a chance to collect his thoughts and focus on something else that isn’t how loud the music is, or how sticky his nice trousers felt from the sofa he was just sitting on with Theory.

“Papi.” Dominik breathes out into the fabric of Damian’s patterned shirt, delighted at the relief that Damian’s presence immediately provided.

“Yeah, I’m here, I’ve got you, Dom.” Damian reciprocates the hug in a moment of instinct. Damian’s dark brown eyes cast upwards from where he had been possesively staring down at Dominik, a paternal smile donning his lips, looking up at Truth, jumping straight to the point instead of dancing around the issue that was currently in Damian’s arms and dampening his shirt, “What happened, Truth? Anyone hurt him?” Damian probes, protective instincts surging any normal state of mind that he was in.

“No- he’s all good, big dog. Just felt a bit clogged up, if you get my gist.” R-Truth explains with an over-dramatised whisper, and Dominik lets out a wet giggle into the fabric of Damian’s white and blue striped jersey at how silly the older man seemed to lean into his Papi’s ear,looming over Dominik as though Dominik was no more than a foot or so tall, the two giants towering over him with Dominik beneath.

“Alright. Well, thanks for bringing him over to me.” Damian ’s voice is thick with gratitude, and R-Truth takes that as his cue to leave Dominik and Damian, on his way back to torment the Miz once more.

Damian’s dark brown eyes begin to pool with concern as he feels a small wet spot form on the shoulder of his jersey; his calloused, yet always able to grace Dominik’s sensitive skin with softness and doting drops of love, hands gently pry Dominik’s face away from his shirt and in front of his own face.

Damian decides to switch the language of their now-private conversation into Spanish, just so that any nosy ears couldn’t really understand what they were saying, “Qué voy a hacer contigo, mmm? Qué pasó, mi pequeño cachorro?” Damian dotes with a fond sigh, and Dominik’s feet begin to twist out of a stabbing sensation of anxiety as the older Puetro-Rican male’s concerns aimed towards the shabby state of his (only his, and Rhea’s, if their suspicions about JD, and even possibly Finn were true in the slightest of ways) little boy.

God, he really didn’t want it to be true. Not after what happened with Liv Morgan a week or so prior; it had taken ages of Finn wheedling his way back in, and even Damian had began to soften, but Rhea was stone cold and stubborn. No one she didn’t want, no one she did not trust, or respect, would be around her boy.

He was hers, first and foremost.

Damian begins to walk him across the hallway and to the elevator, knowing how shakey Dominik’s legs could be when he begins to regress into his smaller, more innocent, headspace.

“What happened, Dominik?” Damian asks, his tone leaving no room for Dominik to dismiss or ignore the question- concerned, for the lack of a better word, was how Dominik would describe Damian’s voice.

“It started when…when I couldn’t see you or Finn. It was all super loud, like in the stupid way-”

Damian lets out a chuckle at the way his little boy, who still had his regressed headspace swimming at the surface of his mind, manages to retell the account of his feelings: the level of his metric; the pacing of his words, and how it coincides with the rhythm of his foot swaying against the metal of the elevator floor.

“What’s so funny, Papi?” Dominik asks with an accusatory tone, obviously unbeknownst as to what exactly his older friend and parental figure had found amusing.

“Nothing Dom,

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