#nxt fan fic

[mamirhodessxox]

hello, i hope ur having a good day/evening/night when you get this!❤️

so i was hoping to request something for dashing or undashing Cody where he keeps hanging out with other female wrestlers in hopes of getting fem reader jealous or something, but reader has never had people like Cody be interested in them in any kind of way, so she doesnt realize what hes doing until Cody drags them into a closet or something and is basically like ‘why arent you paying attention to me?🥺’ and reader is basically shocked and surprised that Cody likes her back.

anyway, i hope this wasnt too long🥺 and i loved the cody one you just posted based off of him calling out the rock; absolute perfection 👌

Dummies In Love

Dashing!Cody Rhodes x Innocent Fem!Reader

Desc: Y/N had been close friends with Cody since his very debut in the wwe, She always thought they had a super close bond because of how good of friends they were until she realized she likes him & becomes distant and jealous when she sees him around another woman.

Contents: Cussing, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Innocence kink, very light size kink, P in V (wrap it before you tap it), Cockwarming, Jealousy, Daddy kink, Tummy Buldge.

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Cody & Y/N always had a close bond especially since the two of them met, they clicked almost instantly, at the time Y/N was working at a little Cafe down the street of Cody’s apartment so he would visit almost everyday and each day they always talked while she worked.

Eventually she started going to his events to be the supportive bestfriend she loved being & then they got even closer, Holding hands, hugging on each other while standing making multiple girls interested in him think she was his girlfriend, he would kiss the top of her head often, even sleepover at Y/N’s apartment or ..

Y/N sleeping over at his, either way the duo was inseparable, and then things got confusing for Y/N…She started feeling a certain way towards Cody especially because how he would give her special treatment that the average bestfriend wouldn’t receive, Just like the character he had played as in the ring he was just as Dashing, his aurora leaked of charisma, She was so scared of these feelings but things got worse, Cody was known for “messing around” with some girls so he definitely hooked up many times to keep himself entertained for awhile and also distract him from his own feelings. Y/N would be fuming every single time another woman was with Cody. But then it turned into a game for Cody, he knew she was jealous and wanted her to be jealous.

Y/N stood aside in backstage with her arms crossed a glare on her face as she watched Cody flirt with yet another girl laughing way to hard at his jokes that were never THAT funny, eventually the girl walked off with a smile on her face while Cody grinned to himself before turning towards Y/N and smiled approaching her for a hug but she held up a hand to stop him & coming up with an excuse “I feel a little under the weather Codes’ good luck on your promo, I don’t wanna get you sick or something.” She smiled meekly while fiddling with the skirt she just put on just for him an hour ago before going over to the stadium they were hosting raw at.

“You sure? I can get you something to ea-“. “Nonono I’m fine just need rest, Good luck tonight Cody, I’ll be watching from home.” She smiled while Cody stared at her in suspicion & decided once he was done with his work of entertaining tens of thousands of fans for the night that he would give Y/N a visit because he does not fall for that shit whatso ever.

Y/N sat in her car as she waited in traffic with her two fingers pressed against the left temple of her head as her mind betrayed her on thoughts she didn’t particularly want to think about. The reminder that her chances of being with Cody are low, extremely low. At least that’s what she made herself think, once she finally fought through the traffic & made her way to her apartment she locked her front door after snagging her extra key from under her “welcome home” rug that laid in-front of the door. She slammed the key on her table & sighed as she put on her most comfy pajamas before lying down on her bed & sulking over s man who feels things for her just as much as she does for him without even realizing it.

After a few hours she was already asleep & Cody just made his way up the stairs in her apartment complex & stood by her doorstep as he tried to grab the spare key from under her rug only to see that it’s vanished. He tried knocking but go no response.

The next day Y/N stood behind the counter training a new barista & felt nervous as Cody walked into the cafe waiting for her to give him his undivided attention, but instead she had the trainee handle his order & she just stood back observing her new fellow employee & helping her work the register while Cody stared at her in confusion as to why she wasn’t paying attention to him. If this meant staying until she closes up the shop then so be it. He had the free time today.

So he sat there, for hours watching and observing her while he waited for her to clock out and go home. She saw him in the corner of her eyes the entire day and felt his stare burn right past her skin. Y/N began closing down the cafe & hang up her apron before going outside which had Cody follow along while she locked the doors & begin speed walking off “I know your not sick Y/N.” He called out to her as he followed from behind but she still gave no response to him. “Doll I really hope you don’t take me for a fucking dumbass because I know what game you’re trying to play & I don’t like it.” He shouted out once more but she shook her head as she walked even faster and so did he. She forgets he has the energy to chase after him no matter where she was going.

They soon ended up at her apartment building and he still followed her up the stairs and eventually pressed her up against the door she was about to unlock “Why aren’t you paying attention to me sweetheart? You know I don’t like it so why are you doing this to me?” She frowned and attempted to respond but she didn’t have the words to reply “I know you’re not sick either, you were perfectly fine last night and today.” She nervously shrugged “I— well you seemed busy with a few girls so I’m assuming I was interrupting something.” He sighed with a smile spreading across his face “I get it now, you’re jealous aren’t you baby?” She widened her eyes and shook her head “What?! Me?! Noo! I- well- you-“ Cody interrupted her defensive blabbering and pressed his lips against hers very gently before entangling his fingers into her hair. Her eyelids fluttered down and began kissing him back after letting the shock take over her body for just a split second.

Cody slipped his tongue right past her swollen lips & eventually pulled away wiping off her mouth while she whined softly “You talk to much baby.” He chuckled out before taking her keys & unlocking her door and immediately shoving his mouth back against hers as they stumbled into Y/N’s humble abode. He pressed her against the couch & bit slightly down against her bottom lip while she whimpered into his mouth as he wrapped her legs around his hips as he started grinding into her, she let out a low moan the moment his clothed hard on pressed against her. “Feel that sweet girl? You make me so fucking hard baby.” He groaned into her ear while she rolled her eyes back once he started grinding into her even more which made her feel a sudden wetness in her panties that left her a little alarmed since she was so unfamiliar with sex due to her having a shitty hookup once a blue moon “C-Cody ‘m all w-wet down there..” she sighed out while he grinned & started pulling down her leggings marveling over her laced panties. He pressed his thumb against her clothed clit and smirked to himself once he saw her squirm and lift her hips up forth even more.

“Oh i know angel, your not used to having someone who actually knows what he’s doing with your pretty pussy huh?” He grinned as she meekly nodded & gasped when she heard a loud tear & looked down seeing him quite literally rip off her panties “C-Cody! I just boug- ffuckk..” she moaned once she felt him slowly push his fingers inside her cunt while he sat up while pumping them in and out of her leaving the room to echo the noises of him finger fucking her. Y/N cried softly while he nipped at the shell of her ear “Feels good? Yeah? Of course you to baby, y’just needed daddy to touch your pretty cunt properly huh baby?” She nodded vigorously while she clenched around his finger the moment his started curling his finger inside of her & teasing her clit with his thumb. “O-Oh my god Cody!!” She squealed kicking her legs a little bit but he didn’t budge on whatever she was trying to do, his fingers fucked into her faster while she clenched around them like a vice & started cumming & making a mess of herself making the brunette male chuckle and kiss her temple before pulling his fingers out tapping then against her already fucked out cunt before licking off her juices from his fingers.

He immediately started taking of his pants & pulling his cock out from his boxers giving himself a few strokes smearing his pre cum around the head of his cock & pulled her onto his lap while grabbing her jaw gently and making her hover over his lap forcing Y/N to look at him in the eye “You’re gonna sit on my fuckin’ dick, take it all like a good girl & not move a fucking muscle until I tell you understand?” She nodded quickly and wrapped her arms around him before kissing him in an impatient manner before moaning against his mouth when he started seething himself inside of her. She felt him leave a slight bulge in her stomach as her cunt tightened around his cock immediately feeling him throbbing inside of her “gonna take my dick like a big girl? Hm?” He almost felt guilty for being slightly rough with a girl who was so innocent & needy but then again he was going to prove her he can fuck her 10x better than her past hookups.

He enjoyed the fact she would let him man handle her & hold her small figure against him while his cock was sunken inside of her, Y/N moaned softly when his dick started twitching, her face was all covered up in the crook of his neck while his large hands ran down her entire body, groping her breasts & rubbing against her tummy before he started slowly thrusting up into her “Fuck..” he groaned into her ear while she leaned her head back and started bouncing on his dick in the same rhythm he was in making her gasp & scratch his chest a little bit “Yeah? You feel good don’t you baby? Taking daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted and scratched her hips the more he thrusted himself into her swollen pussy while she nodded continuously before flopping her head onto his shoulder as he started letting out moans himself and wrapping his arm around her even tighter “c’mon s-sweet girl cum for me, cum for daddy.” She cried out in pleasure against his skin before lifting her head and kissing him the moment he made her cum “i-i’m cumming!” She cried out as his thrusts got sloppier while the apartment was surrounded with skin slapping, heavy breathing & the two mumbling to eachother. “Daddy ‘m cumming!!” She moaned into her ears as she came around his dick & eventually him quickly pulling out & cumming against his & Y/N’s stomach.

He held her as close to him as possible breathing heavily while she giggled in his ear followed him his chuckling & grabbing her face to get another kiss out of her before getting off of the couch & carrying her into the bathroom setting up a bubble bath. While they waited her stood in-between her legs & hugged onto her “I think it’s safe to say you’re my girlfriend now right?” Y/N laughed with him and nodded her head tiredly before he finally set her in the tub & washed off her body. “I promise next week I’ll give you a proper date.” He joked but he was also serious. Y/N smiled in exhaustion “I’m sure y’will Codes.” He grinned and kissed her cheek.

he continued catering to her for the night & giving her the aftercare she deserved and spending the night after realizing she’s loved him for as long as he’s loved her.

xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

[spine-buster]

Introducing

a highschool!au fic ft. aew and wwe's...

adam cole, bay bay!

a blend of past and present, then and now, old and new...

When Austin Jenkins gets on the bus to Lancaster every morning, he sees Violet Schwarzkopf in her oxfords, plaid kilt, and blazer for St. Anne's Academy, the private, Catholic, all-girls school -- worlds away from his high school, Lancaster West High, just down the street. Despite the two years they've been doing this dance, they haven't spoken to each other. Until now. Most people think they could have nothing in common, coming from such different worlds and wanting such different things from their lives. But somehow, some way, they find common ground. If you wanted to, you would.

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Author's Note:

WE'RE GONNA ATTEMPT WRITING AGAIN, EVERYONE!

Did y'all know this is the THIRD story I've written/conceptualized for Adam Cole? He is the ONLY person in wrestling and/or hockey this has happened to. Do you blame me? Look at that face. Look at those eyes.

Looking to update weekly or bi-weekly, depending! Always at Mondays at 7:30pm EST. I feel like that's my signature, y'know?

In terms of the fic, most of it will be written about the past, hence the highschool!au specification, but there will be scenes in the present day (well, semi-present; in and around Cole's ankle injury). Plus, high school does end, so it will continue throughout university years. I'll be using his real name.

In terms of vibes, think the best teen TV show dramas us millennials grew up with. Think: Gilmore Girls meets the less scandalous aspects of The O.C and One Tree Hill (LOL) and maaaaybe some Friday Night Lights, with peak millennial cultural references (BlackBerry Pearls. Fall Out Boy. Uggs. Thick headbands. The Obama campaign. Laguna Beach & The Hills. Von Dutch hats.)

If you don't get why are of those are a big deal you're too young for this blog.

Thank @euphoric-mem0ries for this!

[thejudgementbae]

Guess whos back!

Ya girl is back and a name change might be needed…

but please inbox for some more fan fiction and what ifs , give me some ideas please

[mamirhodessxox]

THE WAY MY FUCKING DAD IMMEDIATELY KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN AND LITERALLY PREDICTED THIS NOT EVEN 24 HOURS AGO

HE'S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT (i love him)

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 4

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Joe grunted as his text message to Kiyana went unanswered for another day. “Gotta be Josh’s punk ass.” He muttered, throwing his phone onto the couch next to him. It’s been six months since he had Kiyana in his bed and he was feening for more. 

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he remembered how tight she felt wrapped around him. How intoxicating her moans sounded as she moaned in his ear . “Fuck” He whispered as he felt his pants grow tighter. He groaned and opened his eyes. “Fuck.” he muttered again, grabbing his phone and sending Kiyana another text message.

“Baby, when the last time you had some dick?” Kiyana choked on her lunch and glared at Samara as she reached for her cup of soda. 

“Girl what?” Kiyana asked. Samara shrugged. 

“You so wound up. That’s exactly what we’re doing this weekend. Getting you some dick.. Grade A dick.” 

“Can you stop saying dick?!” Kiyana hissed. “I do not need any of my coworkers over hearing this conversation.” Kiyana looked around, grateful that they were seated towards the back of the cafeteria and only one person was near them but he had on headphones. Samara had shown up to the hospital on Kiyana’s first day to have lunch with her and to hear about her day out with Josh and the boys. 

“I’m just saying.” Samara shrugged again with a smirk on her face. “Last person you had sex with was Joe, right?” Kiyana nodded. 

“Oh speaking of Joe. He texted me again.” 

“Did you respond?” Kiyana shook her head and Shrugged. 

“What was I supposed to say?” 

“Oh, big daddy Joe. I need you and that dick.” Samara said playfully, batting her eyelashes at Kiyana and laughed loudly, ducking the french fry that Kiyana threw her way. 

“Sorry to interrupt.” Kiyana and Samara looked towards the person and both of their jaws dropped open causing him to laugh a bit.  “I just wanted to introduce myself.” He said, his eyes never leaving Kiyana’s.  “I’m Elijah but everyone calls me Eli. You the new labor and delivery nurse right?”  Kiyana nodded, her mouth going dry when he flashed her a grin. “Nice to finally meet you. See you around.” He said, giving her a nice once over before biting his lip and walking away from them. 

“Fuck what I said about Joe.”  Samara said, eyes wide as she and Kiyana watched Elijah walk away from them. “If you don’t ride that man six ways to Sunday… I will.” 

Josh let out a growl when he saw Shanté waiting outside by his rental. He knew it was too good to be true. He could have swore her crazy ass had got sent back down to NXT but here she was, wearing a customized YEET shirt that had “MRS. USO” on the back. 

“Bruh, you trippin’” He muttered. Standing as far away from her as possible. “Whatchu want?” He looked around to see if there were any lingering fans around. He did not need any picture of him and Shanté hitting social media. 

“I miss you.” She pouted and Josh rolled his eyes. “C’mon Josh. Those four months meant something to you too.” 

“I didn't,” he said bluntly. “We had sex that’s it.” Shante rolled his eyes not believing what he was saying. 

“Josh, come on! You were so mad that I went out with Theory.” 

“Nah” He shook his head., “I was mad that Kiyana was being a bitch and refusing to bring the boys to see me because we were fighting and I took it out on you. I don’t give a damn about you and Austin.”  Shante furrowed her eyebrows. 

“What?”

Josh sighed. “It was nothing but sex Shanté. Yeah I said some shit that I shouldn’t of said. But I never wanted to be with you.” He shrugged, not caring if it came off mean. He was sick and tired of popping up everywhere. “It was just sex.” He repeated, and as expected Shanté marched up to him and smacked him in his face.

“I’m happy Kiyana divorced you, you piece of shit” She glared at him before ripping her shirt over her head and throwing it in a nearby trash can. Not caring that she was now walking around in her bra. 

“You and everyone else.” He muttered before climbing into his rental and driving towards the hotel. 

Kiyana fell backwards onto her bed. She was beyond exhausted. She closed her eyes and sighed. She would have to get used to this feeling, no longer a stay at home mom or a wife. She was almost asleep when he phone dinged with a notification, 

ElijahDaniels has requested to follow you. 

Kiyana bit her lip as she scrolled through his instagram account.

This man was too fine for his own good. She accepted his follow request and immediately received a DM from him. 

ElijahDaniels: those your kids? They look just like u.  KiyanaJackson_: yeah and thank you, lol. You’re the only person to ever say that.  ElijahDaniels: i aint know you was married tho. Tell you husband my bad lmao.  KiyanaJackson_: divorced actually.  ElijahDaniels: good KiyanaJackson_ good? Lol ElijahDaniels: yeah, now i can get to know u better.  ElijahDaniels: see u tomorrow ❤️

Mr Elijah Daniels MD 😉... our girl KiKi is back in the game!

(Joe is coming, i promise.)

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[swedishgoaliemafia]

Brock Boeser, the "Prince Charming" of NXT, thought he was set for life when he got scouted by WWE right off his college hockey team. After a few years in developmental, where he quickly became a champion and heartwarming fan-favorite, everyone knew there were big things in his future when he was called up to the main roster. But after some confusing matchups and a few too many shows where he was left in catering while management "didn’t have anything for him," he’s suddenly found himself released from his contract due to "budgetary cuts" in a year where the company has record profits.

Now left without a job and with zero experience navigating the world of independent wrestling, Brock feels like his wrestling career is over - until he gets an offer from AEW owner Tony Khan to participate in a sort of "try-out" contract as a surprise entrant in an upcoming tag team competition. It seems like all of Brock’s prayers may be answered - the only problem? He’s never been on a tag team in his life, and neither has his randomly assigned partner: standoffish scrapper and long-time indie darling Elias Pettersson, who has no patience for the fallen prince. Can Brock survive Pettersson’s "death glare" - and learning how to wrestle without staring into the hardcam - long enough to win this competition and maybe get himself a contract?

^^^ joke summary for a fic I am never writing because @jupiterjunebug said I'd have to write a hockey RPF wrestling!AU to convince people to give my wrestling fics a try.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hi :) could u possibly write something for the judgment day, I’ll take whatever u can get but angst is not my preferred 😔 my heart can’t take it.

sorry to hear you’re not an angst fan because i wrote some of the saddest fics about football players out here 🤫🤫🤫 joking lol

hope you don’t mind something cute and fluffy!!

the judgment day x reader

where are my shoes?

“guys!” you heard dom screaming “where are my shoes? i know someone took them!” he jumped into your hotel room as you were all getting ready to got out.

you kept laughing because you had no idea what he was talking about.

you were the last member to join the judgement day, they got you straight from NXT  and you couldn’t be more grateful for the push you were given. not to mention that you were the youngest one, only 20, and they all grew very protective of you.

rhea and damian would usually pull prank on dom and that was the best way to spend time in the backstage. finn treated you like you were his daughter or little sis and he was very protective of you. and when i say very protective i meant it.

one time austin theory wanted to ask you out, you weren’t really interested but you hadn’t even the chance to tell him no that finn was right next to you shoving him away.

dom dom was like a brother and you two had a pretty close bond.

“c’mon it’s not funny” dom said while you were laughing.

“who’s screaming like a cow?” finn entered the bedroom with a very annoyed face, tired to hear all the screaming.

“i’m pretty sure rhea and damian took my shoes but they won’t tell me! i need my shoes…we have to be at the bar in 15 minutes! and it’s a 10 minute drive, we have to go now” he said acting all crazy.

finn scoffed and sat next to you on the bed. he greeted you gently as always, a little hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“okay okay…look in the bathroom sink” damian said trying to remain serious but bursted out laughing when he met your look. you were tearing up from crying of laughter.

“okay who did this?” he came back with his shoes completely wet.

“don’t look at me” damian said laughing.

“rhea? are you serious?” dom asked.

“sorry but it was funny!!” she said laughing too.

“you know, this is bullying…you guys are bullying me” dom said and for a moment you thought he was really offended but just a few seconds later he started laughing too.

“take my shoes big dom” damian said as he threw a pair of sneakers to dom “at least you should thank us for cleaning your shoes, they were so dirty”

“and smelly…” rhea added.

you enjoyed watching the whole scene from the comfort of your bed. it was nice having someone who made you laugh and cared for you at the same time. you’ve been alone for most part of your life and you couldn’t thank the judgment day enough for letting you be a part of them.

[imaginesig]

Masterlist

@imaginesig

All SMAU

Hockey

Quinn Hughes

Father day posts verstappen!reader’s inner child is healed by her boyfriends dad

F1

Oscar Piastri

Dancing under the lights ballerina reader and her f1 boyfriend

"Hang on now, Joseph, You'll make it someday" childhood best friends to lovers

Lewis Hamilton

“If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once” pop-star reader speaks out against hate over her relationship

“Can someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived” Pop-star Y/n and her long term relationship with Lewis Hamilton ends and silence is broken

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown / Baby, I'm the one to beat" what happened between the releases of TTPD, pt2 to "Can someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived"

Logan Sargent

The Y/l's Y/n and her husband get the Issac Kutch treatment

Yuki Tsunoda

Sweet Summer Hughes!Reader plays professional hockey and a certain f1 driver is taken with her

F2

Kimi Antonelli

"I was enchanted to meet you" Kimi and Lando's little sister have a secret relationship and their soft launch doesn't go as planned, SMAU with writing

“I had the best day with you today” a short fic based on the previous Kimi smau where they get invited to the Eras Tour

"Private But Not Secret" Kimi's girlfriend is a vet student who tries to keep away from public eye, but that doesn't mean she's hidden

Ollie Bearman

You Would've Done It Too We all know Mad Max, but what if his younger sister is worse? And what if her on track enemy isn’t always that?

A Bear and a Gorgeous Girl with a new wave of fame how will rockstar Y/n’a fans react to the side her of posted by her boyfriend

"Even if I tried to change, you'd end up with her anyway” Inspired by “Opposite” by Sabrina Carpenter. SMAU Blurb

Paul Aron

"I think he knows... he's gorgeous" Paul and his singer s/o, inspired by Taylors mashup

Documenting A Proposal Leclerc!Reader is getting engaged; she doesnt know, but her brothers girlfriend does

Paris 2024 What does the journey to a gold medal look like for Paul Aron's gf?

"Even if I tried to change, you'd end up with her anyway” Inspired by “Opposite” by Sabrina Carpenter. SMAU Blurb

Arthur Leclerc

Left My Heart in SoCal can a driver from Europe and an American surfer end up together?

Zak O'Sullivan

"He laughs at all my jokes / And he says I'm so American" Logan Sargents grid kid is an american menace to the grid, her British bf included

Indycar

Pato O'Ward

Blue + Papaya an f1 and indycar driver go on a social media brake

First Race Down Pato and his wife touch down in St. Pete for the first race of the season SMAU Blurb

"You're as warm as a glass of brandy / And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time" IndyCar announces a special country concert during the Nashville GP and fans receive new content of their favorite couple as a result SMAU Blurb

Nolan Siegel

The Summer Soft Launch Nolan and Plato’s sister have plans for a soft launch, but a certain older brother may mess that up

Indy Nxt

Dennis Hauger

“Let’s get married in Vegas / We don’t need a guest list” Dennis and Yn are both racing in Vegas and they have an idea to celebrate good qualifying races. SMAU + text messages

NFL

Joe Burrow

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown / Baby, I'm the one to beat" what happened between the releases of TTPD, pt2 to "Can someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived"

Actors

Xolo Maridueña

Nepo Baby Xolo Mariduena and Ralph Macchio's daughter seem to have more than a friendship going

Nicholas Hoult

I'd Have 2 Nickels The release of Nosferatu compliments Nick's wife's own film perfectly, as does the couple. SMAU Blurb

Today, Tomorrow, Forever When they meet on Skins, Yn and Nick weren’t exactly a love at first sight story but they get there eventually SMAU with written bits and interview clips

Bill Skarsgård

Couple of the Year Bill’s wife had an unexpected reaction to his transformation as Count Orlok in their new film Nosferatu. SMAU using interview clips and Twitter

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

In Every Realm Aaron's wife is a big name in Hollywood: Lily-Rose Depp's favorite cousin and Robert Egger's muse. What a time she has filming "Nosferatu"

[romanreignseater]

Just The Three Of Us.

USOs x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Very heavy smut; threesome, double penetration, blowjob, anal play, and a whole lot more. 🤭

“You’ve caught the Usos eyes ever since you joined the main roster and boy… did you love their attention.”

A/N: I got stories man… I GOT STORIES. I have about three fics I’m releasing soon, but I gotta do this one first. Thank you for all your support always ❤️!!

GIF: @r-truth

I loved working for WWE. The fans, the traveling, and my coworkers, specifically two of my coworkers.

I started out as a ring announcer for NXT and soon lived out my dream of being a WWE Superstar. Climbing to the top, becoming your NXT Women’s Champion and even becoming 1/2 of your NXT Women’s Tag Team Champions.

But, my time has finally come to really reach for the stars. I was the first pick in the second round, drafted to SmackDown.

A place I dreaded, yet was the most excited for.

The Usos have been around me since the NXT days. They would come around backstage every now and then in support of their little brother, Solo Sikoa. They constantly flirted with me and teased me, calling me “baby girl”, “ma”, “mama”, or even “princess”. It was really annoying, but I always found myself back in their face.

Being on NXT was great for me as they weren’t always there, but being on SmackDown with them means I’ll have to see them every week.

Great…

“What’s up baby girl?!” My eyes rolled at the sound of a deep voice. Turning around I see tweedle dee and tweedle dum.

Jimmy and Jey Uso. All clad in black, except for their signature white Nikes. Jey’s crop top in full effect and Jimmy’s hat all the way backwards. “Hey Thing 1 and 2.” Laughing at my snide comment, they both begin to approach me. I sat on a crate as they stand on each side of my thighs.

“That ring gear looking’ real good, you did that for us?!” Jey looked me directly in my eyes while Jimmy played with the hem of my shorts.

“As if Uso, what do y’all take me for?!” Crossing my arms over my chest, heaving my breasts up. Their eyes were immediately drawn to my ample cleavage. “I’m pretty sure we take you as ours.” Jimmy’s hand soon grips my hip.

“Are you crazy?! I don’t belong to NO—BODY.”

“Yet, yo ass ain’t moved up off this crate.” Jey’s face inches away from mine as he grazed my inner thigh with his hand. My eyes quickly look back and forth from Jey to Jimmy from Jimmy to Jey.

“You guys are dicks.”

“Yo ass finna be taking and sucking these dicks real soon.” Jimmy laughed at his twin’s plan and grabbed my phone from my hand. As Jimmy was typing something, Jey snuck a kiss behind my ear. “You belong to us, ya understand?!” He pushed back as we looked each other deeply in the eyes.

“Meet us in our room at 11.” Jimmy spoke up. “Let’s go Uce.” He smacked his brother on the chest and they left into the night.

Jesus Christ…

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Another day, another match won, and another step on the ladder climbed. But, throughout that entire match all I could think about was the Usos and their request.

“Meet us in our room at 11.”

My match against Zelina went well, but I was definitely off my game. The Usos were nowhere to be seen after my match and our little encounter. Packing up my gear and makeup for the night, I step outside of the arena in order to get an Uber.

And lo and behold, it’s the Usos.

Camping by a large black Escalade. Jey beckoned me to come over to them, and honestly… how could I say no to that boy?!

“Y’all just gonna keep staring at me or what?!”

They both looked at one another then back to me. “You already what’s about to go down.” Jey said. “It’s 10:15, the hotel is 20 minutes away, and our meeting is at 11. You got some time to put on something nice underneath.” Jimmy careful analysis of the time kind of freaked me out.

“What makes you guys think I’m actually attending this ‘meeting’?!”

Jimmy smiles and looks to his twin. Jey pushes himself away from the door of the Escalade and right by my side.

He circled me like a shark circling his prey. “If you wasn’t gonna attend this ‘meeting’, why you still here talking to us?! Better yet, we was allll up on you earlier and yo’ ass ain’t move from that crate.”

My eyes peered from Jimmy’s smirking face to my white painted toes. I gasped as Jey soon pressed himself up against me. His gruff voice boasted through my ears.

“If you ain’t gonna attend our ‘meeting’, you could either hop in the car or take your ass home. And by the way you still letting me be all up behind you like this… bro you might as well open up that door.”

The backseat door of the Escalade was soon swung open by Jimmy and he directed his hand to the seat.

I looked back at Jey and rolled my eyes. I pushed myself off of him and entered the car. Jimmy closes the door, and through the extremely tinted window I could see them fist bump one another.

They entered the car and we drove off to our hotel. “$100 Bill” by Jay-Z was playing in the background as I stared out of the window, wondering what I’m about to get myself into.

I looked away from the outside and my eyes caught both Jimmy and Jey’s in the mirror.

“Lord give me strength.”

And boy did I need it…

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The boys dropped me off at my hotel room and kissed me on each cheek. As Jimmy walked away, as Jey watched his brother walk away, he gripped my hip and pulled me close.

“I got a little present for you in there. You betta put it ALL on.”

And with that, I was alone again. Entering my room, atop my bed was bag from Savage x Fenty and beside it, a plain taped brown box. In the bag was a high waisted black lace thong set.

Just in my size.

I reached for some scissors and looked to the time as 10:40. “This shit better not take me 20 minutes.”

I gasped as I finally got the box opened. Inside was a pink, glittery butt plug.

These niggas is crazy…

But, so was I.

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I shifted in the elevator alone, glowing with cocoa butter and smelling like vanilla cashmere. Wig secured and tied into a ponytail. A nice pair of jean shorts, a pair of white forces, and my merch shirt. My silk press still maintaining its sleekness, but I doubt that’ll last long.

The elevator dings as I reach the 20th floor, where the Usos were staying. As I reached Room 20-11, I was tempted to run back into my room and hide out forever. Maybe even leave the hotel, and eventually the country.

I looked down to my Apple Watch, 11:00 on the dot my clock struck. Before I could even knock, the doorknob began to jangle. I could overhear arguing. Sooner or later, the door was swung open and there stood Jimmy.

We stared at one another for a moment before Jey revealed himself from behind the door. “Yo ass ain’t even saying nuthin’. Lemme answer the door next time weirdo. Come on baby.”

I brushed past Jimmy and entered their hotel room. I sat on one of their beds and made myself comfortable. They both stood in front of me with smirks on their faces.

“What does this meeting entail exactly?!” I slightly whimpered with nervousness in my heart. The twins became at eye level with, they did their thing again and looked at one another.

“You know exactly what this ‘meeting’ entails.” Jimmy rose from my eyes and pushed me back onto the bed. I got onto my elbows and watched their every move. Jey went to circle me once, but stoped halfway at the edge of the bed were my head was.

I looked as the brothers nodded at one another. Jimmy soon took my legs and spread them open. My vision was obstructed as Jey began kissing me, I could feel my shorts being pulled off of me and heard them fall to the ground.

Jey fondled my breasts and Jimmy massaged my inner thighs. “I knew this thong would look sexy on her.”

Jey paused his passionate kissing and looked up to his brother laid between my legs. “They do look good… now rip em’ off.” Jimmy smirked while laughing and soon my panties were ripped from my body.

“We finna take care of you girl.”

My pussy lips were soon spread open and I flinched as I felt hot air strike my beating clit.

“She going crazy already bro, get in there.” Jey’s words make me shiver as Jimmy soon took a deep dive into my dripping cunt.

My legs tighten around his head, but they were pried open by his younger twin. “Unhh, I can’t it’s too m—uch.” The Usos both laughed as the ministrations just began, and I already felt overstimulated.

Jey smacked my thighs and ordered me to keep them open. As Jimmy twirled his tongue in small, delicate circles back and forth from my hole to clit, Jey began to remove his member from his pants. His entire length sent a shadow over my whole face.

“Oh my god, where’s that gonna go?!”

I rolled my eyes in pleasure as I asked a striking question to Jey.

“It’s gonna go in that pussy later mama, but for right now it’s going in that sweet little mouth.” Jey tapped his length across my cheek and then tapped his drooling tip onto my lips. He gripped the base of his cock and I opened my mouth, waiting for it to enter as Jimmy continued to eat me out.

Lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered at his tip, I opened my mouth wider to slid his length back and forth across my tongue. He stared down at me with such intense eyes. His hips jerking forward slightly as I slid the rest of him in my mouth.

Jimmy tortuously abused my pussy. Jabbing the tip of his tongue between my folds. Pushing his long, thick middle finger inside of me, making me cream all over his single digit as Jey’s cock was still in my mouth. Adding another finger, my wetness flooded his fingers as he thrusted them in and out with ease.

Jey watched my every reaction, my mouth tight and wet, but he needed more.

“Jimmy… baby don’t stop.” I said muffled as I continued to suck Jey’s cock. Jimmy then sucked my pussy lips a little harder, making the sloppiest of sounds with his warm, fat tongue obliterating my slick cunt.

“Let’s switch up.” Jey’s cock left my mouth and he leaped off the bed. Jimmy sent one last kiss to my pussy as Jey laid down on the bed.

“Get on top mama.” I switched from my position from my back to my knees. Jimmy from behind smacked my ass, encouraging me to his brother’s dick. My legs fall spread between both of Jey’s thighs. I grasped his shoulders and awaited his massive cock to enter me.

I heard Jimmy rustling behind me as I made out with Jey, our tongues fighting in a dominate battle. Turning around, my jaw drops as I examine his girthy and veiny length.

“Glad you got that plug, cause I’m finna stretch you out.” Jimmy soon removed my plug and hole began to clench.

“We both finna stretch you out.”

I moaned as Jey’s length entered me through my pussy and I screamed as Jimmy entered my back hole. Feeling immensely stretched, I rested my head against Jey’s shoulder, crying in pleasure and pain.

“It’s gonna go away mama, and it’s gonna fell sooo good.” Jimmy rubbed my head and hair.

Jey began to thrust upward into my cunt, and Jimmy soon followed. Both my cunt and asshole were being pummeled by two large Samoan kings.

What a time to be alive…

Jey’s dick hit the bottom of my pussy, hitting my g-spot perfectly. Rough and hard, abusing my already hurt pussy. And Jimmy was slow and methodical, yet not skipping a beat.

“Oh my GOD, I’m gonna cum…”

“Hold on baby. Wait for us.”

I don’t even know which twin spoke to me as I was lost in far away land. Having my pussy ravaged at nearly midnight.

The grunts of the boys increased my pleasure and made me want to cum even more. “Unhh… cum for us baby, we right there witchu’.” Jey moaned into my ear and placed his hands on my tits, sucking my breasts as if I were breastfeeding him.

Jimmy massaged the other from behind and his strokes became sloppier. “Oh shit, cum for us baby.”

“AHHHHHHHH.” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I came like I’ve never before. The Usos both relaxed as their seed entered both of my holes.

We all sighed out of breath, still with our bodies intertwined.

Jey’s arms were placed behind his head as he watched Jimmy sensually make out with me. Nipping my bottom lip and fighting my tongue.

Jey grabbed my tit and gauged my attention.

“Same time at the next hotel.”

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THE END

Definitely my longest fic I think 😭.

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[mamirhodessxox]

Randy just came on i’m gonna fucking bust

[specialinterestshows]

Join your girlfriend’s found family as they prepare Dom for his title match in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Social/crowd anxiety, stalking mention, jealousy, PDA, parasocial behavior

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 73 of ?): From One Show To The NXT

Rhea kept a comforting hand on you the entire ride over to the next show while you did your best to stay calm. Dominik was in the back with the both of you and Damian drove, his hand moving over to rest on Finn’s thigh whenever the cruise control was on. Your head was swimming with anxiety, but the warm, loving atmosphere in the car kept it from getting to be too much. Every time you tried to focus on the present, concerns for the future seeped in.

“Thanks again for letting me tag along,” it must have been the third time you’d said it.

Need to remember to call in sick for work tomorrow, but I’m not sure how many sick days I have left.

“Take it easy, chica,” Damian chuckled, eyes fixed on the road, looking like there was nowhere he would rather be.

I’m technically not insured to have someone who isn’t me driving my car, no matter how good Damian is at it.

“Yeah, you’re Rhea’s girl, so you’re pretty much part of the family,” Finn chimed in, smile evident in his voice despite the headrest blocking your view of his face, “Family takes care of family, no hesitation.”

I need to stop looking back, but what if someone’s following us again?

“We should make her an “honorary member of The Judgment Day” shirt,” Dom suggested.

I bet my apartment complex is going to be crawling with creeps when I get back. If it isn’t already.

“I’ll style it for her - I know exactly where to make the first cut,” Rhea insisted, eyes admiring your chest.

How many more panic attacks until they all decide I’m not worth helping?

“Don’t worry, love,” Rhea quietly reassured you, clearly sensing your anxiety, “This next show has a much smaller audience, and JD is getting there ahead of us to make sure we have a path inside that isn’t crowded by fans. We’re all going to do our part to keep people from getting too close to you.”

“Thanks, Rhe. Thanks everyone-“ you said again, before being cut off.

“Fuck’s sake, lass,” Finn’s sigh turned into an amused chuckle as he explained his interruption, “You’ve helped me and Damian get together and you’ve been nothing but good to Rhea - not to mention what the three of you did last night, because I know our man here had the time of his life” - he gestured to a blushing Dominik with a jab of his thumb - “So quit acting like you’re a burden and face it: you’re worth more than you realize.”

This coming from the man whose first words to me were about some money I allegedly owed him? The fact that Finn’s position on you seemed to have completely changed made it difficult to deny the sincerity of his words, leaving you in a stunned silence.

“Good one, babe,” you just barely heard Damian whisper to Finn.

Just as Rhea had promised, JD McDonagh was waiting for the three of you when you pulled into the parking lot, giving the group directions before taking the keys to park the car. JD seemed determined to help and Finn was happy to see him - but Damian definitely wasn’t.

“Cuidado, mi amor,” he muttered, a protective arm around Finn as he watched JD slide into the driver’s seat, “He’s still looking at you a little too long for my taste.”

“You know I only have eyes for you,” Finn reassured Damian, sticking his hand in his boyfriend’s back pocket.

“Yeah, but does he know-“ Damian jumped a bit, presumably in response to the squeeze Finn had given his ass.

Rhea quickly brought up the hand that wasn’t holding yours to stifle her laughter, muffling it just enough for you to catch Damian whispering “brat” to Finn under his breath.

The topic of conversation soon turned to Dom’s match to win back the NXT North American Championship, and before you knew it, you were backstage.

Rhea held your hand tightly as you all walked to the locker rooms. “That’s her” and “belt bunny” were whispered more than once as you walked through the groups of wrestlers, managers, and technical staff. Suddenly, you were self-conscious, trying to fold in on yourself away from all the curious eyes.

Someone whistled suggestively and the entire Judgment Day stopped to look for the source - to no avail. Rhea let go of your hand in favor of putting a protective arm around your shoulders. You held her tight until you were in a less crowded area. Rhea gave you a loving squeeze before following the rest of the group into the locker room to help Dom get ready for his match.

You were about to follow them, until an arm in a dark jacket blocked the closing door.

“Hey, you’re Rhea’s girlfriend, right?”

The question came from a woman dressed in black and silver ring gear. She somehow looked simultaneously bored and threatening, flipping her long, two-toned hair out of her face as she stared you down.

“… Yeah,” you answered reluctantly, “Why?”

“But you’re not a wrestler, are you.”

It was more of a statement, but you confirmed anyway.

“I’m not, no.”

The anxiety was obvious in your voice; maybe that’s what made the woman smirk and lean in before asking:

“So is it true what they say about Rhea?”

“What do they say?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Jacy! We still need to get ready for the match,” an excitable blonde in matching ring gear ran up and addressed the woman before she could answer you, “Come on!”

Jacy sighed, looking you over before letting out a short laugh and following behind her tag partner.

What do they say about Rhea?

“Babe?” your girlfriend opened the door in front of you, looking confused, “Come join us; we need to know where you are if we’re going to keep you safe.”

You walked in and sat in the corner of the locker room as the others talked strategy - the last thing you wanted was to make the wrong move when Rhea was getting ready for a match.

A buzz made you pull out your phone.

It was Marisol:

“Is this you? Or do you have a twin?”

The message had a photo attached of the same tabloid cover you saw at the hotel that morning, but this one seemed to be sitting at a checkout counter.

You sighed, tapping away at your phone’s keyboard.

“That’s me: Rhea Ripley’s girlfriend.”

Looking over your response as you hit “send,” it dawned on you that another part of this mess was weighing on you in a way you couldn’t have expected: Rhea had become a celebrity because of her own talent, but you were only interesting to the world at large because you were dating her.

Your phone vibrated in your hands: a reply from Mari.

“I actually had to look up who she was - not really into wrestling. Hope you won’t hold it against me.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as her follow-up text reached you:

“How are you doing, belleza?”

“Overwhelmed” you typed.

Then deleted.

“Stressed” you typed instead.

Then deleted that too.

“Wish I could just go home. But it doesn’t feel safe.”

You typed and hit send.

Marisol responded quickly:

“Let me know if you need to crash at mine, hermosa.”

You were thrown - she barely knew you.

“U-Hauling already?” you reply, avoiding giving an actual response to the offer.

“No need for a U-Haul when you have a truck” was her reply, a winking face ending the message.

By the time your eyes had read down to the emoji, another message from popped up from Mari:

“Kidding. But if you do move someplace, you can use my truck if you smoke me out after.”

“Did you hear me, love?” Rhea’s voice made you look up from your phone.

Not only did you miss what your girlfriend had said, you hadn’t noticed JD was now in the locker room as well.

“I didn’t, sorry,” you admitted, gauging her reaction.

“I said all of us are going to be out there,” Rhea said, unfazed, “So you might be on your own for a little while, but I’ll have JD run back to you after he’s done his part. Sound good?”

You nodded and she smiled before turning to Finn and Damian. Looking over at a slightly fidgety Dominik, you tune out Rhea’s lecture about postposing the eye-fucking until after the title had been won.

“Nervous?” you asked your metamour.

“A little,” he said, moving to sit next to you on the bench, “Everyone is counting on me.”

“Anything I can do to help you with your match?” you asked, knowing it was unlikely but still wanting to offer.

He looked away for a moment, a blush blooming on his face.

“A kiss for good luck?” Dom asked finally.

“…Don’t get used to it,” you replied, holding his chin gently as you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“So they get to be distracted and we don’t?” Finn asked, making Damian laugh.

“That kiss was more chaste than any single time the two of you have looked at each other since you met,” Rhea insisted, “Now let’s get back to business.”

[end part seventy-three of ?]

Part 74: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/751959352476368896/absolute-smokeshow-part-74-of-locker-room

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[thatonelesbianfander]

Rating Every Single Sanders Sides Ship Because I'm Bored

I'm bored so I'm gonna rate every single Sanders Sides ship

Little disclaimer: I am not including any poly ships for now because i don't want this to be too long. These are just the character x character ships.

Ratings under cutoff.

Demus/Dukeceit (RexJ)- 10/10. Favorite ship of all time. Great dynamic, great characters, love it. I am their #1 fan and defender.

Logince (RoxL)- 9/10. Second favorite Sanders Sides ship. Started shipping it ironically after my Logan and Roman YouTooz plushies arrived together, but now I just like it. It's nice.

Moxiety (PxV)- 6/10. Honestly, my opinion about this one changes every day, sometimes I like it, sometimes I don't care about it, and sometimes I dislike it. The dynamic is very nice, but I honestly just think they're better as friends instead.

Prinxiety (RoxV)- 8/10. A classic, one of the first three that I shipped when entering the fandom. Maybe a little overrated, but still a good one.

Logicality (PxL)- 7/10. Pretty good, one of the first three that I shipped, but was the one I paid the least attention to. Very cute and wholesome dynamic, just didn't catch my eye as much as Prinxiety and Demus/Dukeceit.

Analogical (LxV)- 7/10. Very nice dynamic. Their interaction at the end of My Negative Thinking will always be one of my favorite non-Remus moments. I do care for Logince a little bit more but this is still a very nice one.

Royality RoxP)- 8/10. Once again, very nice, wholesome dynamic. Also, pretty underrated in terms of the core side ships, don't see quite enough love for this one.

Loceit (LxJ)- 6/10. Honestly, I don't really see this one that much while scrolling, but it does have potential and I can see why people would like it. Especially after the orange Logan reveal.

Roceit (RoxL)- 7/10. Toxic yaoi at it's fullest potential. Great angst. Don't care for it as much as Demus/Dukeceit, but it's still great and sometimes I don't mind indulging in it.

Moceit (PxJ)- 7/10. A pretty unpopular ship at first that really started to gain momentum after POF, and I can see why. The dynamic certainly has charm. I am very bias towards Demus/Dukeceit because of my autism latching onto it, but sometimes I don't really mind indulging in it much like with Roceit.

Anxceit (VxJ)- 5/10. Honestly, I kind of see them more as family than as lovers, but that's my own opinion. I don't have any strong feelings towards this ship in either ways. Don't hate it, don't love it, mostly neutral.

Intrulogical (LxRe)- 7/10. Also a pretty unpopular ship at first that started to gain momentum after a singular episode (WTIT). I can see why people would like it. These two would definitely do a bunch of crazy wacky experiments together and cause general mayhem. I honestly see them more as friends, but the ship is great and my main go to for angst with Demus/Dukeceit.

Intruality (RexP)- 7/10. Very underrated and wholesome. I love the dynamic of sweet soft guy and crazy guy together. Do think they would work out better as friends, but I do adore the dynamic either way. The ship is also a little ruined because of a fanfic I once read where Patton (completely out of character) did unspeakable things to Remus, but it didn't really affect my overall view of the dynamic.

Dukexiety (RexV)- 2/10. For some reason, I have an insane hatred of this ship. I have no fucking clue why??? The dynamic is nice, the two have really similar aesthetics to each other, I just don't like it. I think it might be because I got baited with it while I was reading a Demus fic where, out of nowhere, Remus cheated on Janus with Virgil, but I have no fucking clue if that's right, or if I'm misremembering. Still, very nice dynamic though.

RemRom (RexRo)- No. Just no. Get it away from me. Out of all the other ships in this fandom, you choose to ship this, wtf. negative infinity/infinity. Get out of my sight.

Karrot Kings (NxT)- 10/10. One of my favorites. Their dynamic with each other is SO GODDAMN GOOD, I love it. Please let them be canon, C!Thomas needs happiness in his life.

Thomas x any side- 1/10. Gonna group all the Thomas x side ships together because I have the same feelings about them overall. I don't really like any of these ships. I kind of think they're weird since it's basically selfcest. Like, all the Sanders Sides ships (that don't include Nico) are all technically selfcest, but at the same time, they're technically not since the sides are both their own people and a part of Thomas. You can suspend your disbelief for the side x side ships because the sides are all their distinct character with their own thoughts and feelings, but the same thing isn't really possible for the Thomas ships. If I had to pick one to ship for the rest of time, I would probably go with Thomas and Janus since that's the one I see the most for some reason. I don't really know. Pretty good on paper, not really good in practice, overall an improvement over RemRom.

Nico x any side- 3/10. Gonna also group all the Nico x side ships together. I honestly don't see any love for any of the Nico x side ships, which is pretty sad. Their dynamics have so much potential and make a little bit more sense than the Thomas x side ships. They also have a lot of angst potential especially when paired with one sided Karrot Kings. Like, imagine if the person you have feelings for tells you one day that they only love one part of you instead of you as a whole. Fucking brutal. If I had to pick one, I'd say that Roman and Nico, but I do like that more as a family dynamic along with Karrot Kings and Creativitwins found family, so maybe Virgil and Nico would be better? I don't really know. Pretty nice, but Nico does have more of a dynamic with Thomas than with the sides.

[neptune-lover]

LOVE!?!? Pt1

Nathan Frazer x reader

AN: hi everyone sorry for being on and off recently just life has NOT been good to me just a lot mentally I'm trying to work on stuff but my motivation comes and goes but I wanted to start another series on top of the one I have rn until I can think of a story more so going forward for that one but recently I've been loving Nathan Frazer and there is BARELY any fan fics of him so I wanna change that this will be a reader x nathan Frazer this is pure indulgence for me but this will be a series and I have at least a first few chapters planned out and I will also in the beginning of the story use the fact that nathan and Thea are dating irl in this story line but I hope you guys enjoy it (ALSO IMPORTANT ive always liked Ali so I'm writing this as if he was still in WWE)

Y/n had recently been let go from her job as a makeup person on AEW. But lucky for her NXT was looking for a new makeup person for the girls and some of the guys for when special effects were needed. That was a few months ago now it had been a few months and she had made tons if new friends including Thea, Gigi, Roxanne and even RHEA BLOODY RIPLEY. And over time y/n have gotten to know a lot of the boys like Dominik, Wes, Ali and..... Nathan. See the thing is it's not like y/n DIDN'T like Nathan it was actually quite the opposite y/n LIKED him like had a crush on him. One problem though.... He was currently dating her best friend thea. They have been together for about 2 years now(I guessed) . She started to realise she liked him over the last few weeks are so and was to nervous to say anything for 2 reasons. 1. She didn't want to seem like a bad best friend for liking her bff's boyfriend if she told Thea and 2. She didn't want to tell anyone IN CASE it some how got around to thea. She didn't want to lose her best friend over a stupid crush of a stupid British boy(sorry but I'm allowed that comment I'm British myself). So she kept it a secret and made sure NO ONE would find out. The thing is being BFFs with your crushes girlfriend means you are around said crush All. THE. TIME. whenever there wasn't a backstage segment or a fight the 2 were always together. But luckily Nathan had been a lot busier recently due to being one half of the NXT men's tag team champions. But usually whenever he was around he would not have axiom his tag partner with him. Which was good because it kept your mind off of Nathan and helped you not feel like a third wheel as much. Now tonight you had a huge match you were facing Kalani Jordan for the NXT women's north American championship. You were nervous but also excited so you, thea, Sol, Nathan and axiom were all hanging out and you were warming up while talking with the others. "So do you feel ready for your match?" Axiom asked. "Yeah I'm nervous but I know kalani won't play dirty and I can trust she will be fair" she replied back "yeah you're gonna kill it I know you can do it!! " Thea said enthusiastically. "Thanks Thea I really hope I win because not only will this mean I get my first ever title but that means that I'm ready to actually BE a champion." As she finished her sentence her music her "wish me luck guys!" She said as he went out to the ring for her match.

SO that was part 1 to my new series if you guys have any requests please feel free to look at my request list if things I will write and again I'm so sorry for not posting my mental health has been really bad until recently and I finally have motivation to write again!!

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Closer Than you Think Cover Art and Plot (Dean Ambrose Fan-Fic)

Keep in mind with this story that it's a bit of a reimagining, if you will. The Shield never broke up nor did Dean evolve into Moxley and join AEW. In my perfect world he stayed with Seth and Roman.

With that being said, I give you the synopsis to Closer Than You Think! Hope the plot is something that will be enjoyed! It's below the cut.

When a serial killer claims a number of victims including NXT wrestler, Shannon Brock's cousin, she vows to find the killer after she is bumped to RAW from NXT. Her cousin's lover, AJ Styles, appoints himself and the Shield—Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns—as her bodyguards. Dean takes the task very seriously and doesn't let Shannon out of his sight, despite the game of cat and mouse they play with the killer. Can he keep her safe, or will the killer claim his ultimate victim?

[harmshake]

Temper

Featuring: CM Punk x Black Fem Reader Warnings: 18+, NSFW, playful angst (reader verbally slighting Punk's career choices after he teasingly makes her temper flare 🤭), and smut in a public place (no one sees them) Word Count: ~7.2k words A/N: This is for the lovely @joannasteez because she asked so nicely. 🫶🏾

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The body is a temple and is meant to be cherished as such. More water. More sun. More movement. A little less sugar. A lot more balance. You were used to disciplining yourself for that balance. Not too much because a Reese's peanut butter cup never hurt anyone. Yet as a nutritional manager at WWE, it was your job to set an example for the wrestlers you helped build or rebuild their temples to get ring-ready and remain that way.

It's why you were a fan of Punk. He was what the emo kids in your high school called "straight edge." No drugs, no alcohol, nothing to tarnish his temple. You admired that. Admired him. Thought he was beautiful with his jet-black hair on his inked shoulders and a cocky smirk on his lips. Thought he was inspiring, too. Wrestling was in your blood something fierce back then as a teen, it never waned, truthfully, and seeing a man like him walk it like he talked it still influenced you today.

That admiration stayed with you well into your adult years as you nurtured your temple, no drugs, no alcohol, more balance. You cultivated your career in nutrition and watched him do the same in wrestling as the cult of personality. So much personality that you watched it get him in trouble sometimes. Oftentimes. Nothing that didn't make you admire him more, if you were honest, even if you didn't always agree with his choices. You liked that he spoke his mind and watched his back better than anyone else could. In a way, you were the same. You liked to think you were softer around the edges but you still had the edges, still had a bite to you for people who thought they could talk slick to you because you'd cut with your words.

You felt it necessary to develop that bite in this industry, that thick skin that wasn't easily cut, as black women like yourself had to work a little harder and fight a little tougher to be seen and heard. It was unfair bullshit but nothing you didn't expect when you applied and got the job. You were ready for whatever and still excited to work in a business you loved, even if it didn't always love you, and thankfully, you met some incredibly kind people. When Punk returned, you hoped he'd be one of them.

His return surprised the hell out of you as last you heard he was backstage at TNA after parting ways with AEW. The higher-ups in creative had a way of keeping things a secret if they really wanted to keep it a secret, but it wasn't like you would have been privy, anyway, as you worked with the NXT crew. Punk's return was main roster worthy and that's where you expected him to be when you saw him appear at Survivor Series a month ago. Yet when word traveled down to Orlando that he would be here for Deadline, you tried not to scream like you would have when you were sixteen. One of your favorite wrestlers making his third grand comeback—his comeback to wrestling as a whole, his WWE comeback, and now NXT—and somehow still generating a buzz so effervescent that you felt your heart thump at the sight of him walking and talking with Shawn backstage. A cult of personality indeed.

You stood with Cora outside your office, arms folded across your chest and eyes straining to look at hers as you reminded her to add more green foods to her diet, trying your best not to eyeball Punk as he came closer with your boss at his side. They were gesturing with their hands and laughing and Shawn's smile hadn't faded yet. It made a tiny smile tug at your lips, too, and maybe you'd point it at Punk when they passed by. Just a friendly grin to say hello as you were certain they were walking and talking with somewhere important to be. Cora looked over her shoulder when you couldn't pretend anymore that something had stolen your attention, and then Shawn glanced at you both with a smile. So did Punk and your tiny smile grew too big, you felt it, and you felt your brown cheeks burn, too, as a result. Even more so when Punk stopped walking to talk to you.

"So this is where you've been hidin'? We have business to discuss, kid, bring it in." His words were actually for Cora and so was the hug he wrapped her up in as she seemed on the verge of tears suddenly. A big moment for her, you knew, because she was as big of a fan of him as you, and the word was Shawn was giving her a moment on the next show with him. You loved that for her and didn't want to intrude on the business Punk and Shawn were about to pull her away to, so you turned on your pastel green, Nikes heel to duck into your office. "Not much of a talker, huh?"

You froze with your hand on the door before you spun back around to see him looking directly at you. No more long hair but cropped and slicked back from his slender, pretty face. He suddenly seemed taller and he was already a tall man, especially compared to you. Staring down at you with eyes the color of aloe vera and somewhat soothing like that plant, even if he had a slight smirk on his lips, the one you only saw on a television screen, like he wanted his words to put just a little fear in you, or maybe just test you because you were a stranger who hadn't spoken to him. It made you pipe up with a sort of choke or giggle and you weren't sure where it came from. Yeah, his quip was kind of funny but also did he have a bit of an ego he thought he could...flex on you? Being a fan of his for this long, you knew that was the truth.

And you didn't mind it, that was a taste of that infamous bite of his. You wouldn't bite back, not at him, but you wouldn't bite your tongue, either. "Figured y'all would tend to that business you mentioned. But hi. Nice to meet you."

Your tone was a bit flatter than you intended as you gave him your name and your hand to shake, wanting to shake yourself for those being your first words to him. You just didn't want to come off as an excitable mark, no shade to Cora. Punk took your hand and shook it once, his eyes still on you with a glimmer growing in them. Intrigue, maybe, likely astonishment at your strange reaction to him, it had to be something that made his smirk widen and darken. "Likewise. We'll leave you to your business, then. Don't work too hard. Ah?"

His eyes read the plaque on the wall next to your door before he turned to Shawn with his thumb thrown his shoulder towards your job title. "Ain't that somethin'? I was just tellin' you I need to rethink my vitamin intake. Though, I'm not sure if there's a vitamin for getting old."

Shawn nodded with a chuckle, a grin at you, and a kind word that you were the woman to see. Punk caught your eye again, the smirk still there, and you folded your arms back over your chest with your smirk, too, waiting for another smart-ass comment.

"Guess I'll be seein' you around."

"I guess you will."

That was it. You just met one of your teen idols and, god, it was clumsy. He resumed walking and talking with Cora in tow now and you thought to turn around to wait for your next appointment but you watched him walk, instead. Maybe you couldn't turn around if you tried because, to be honest, you were a bit starstruck, albeit too late as the time to tell him how much you respected him and his work would have been when you had his attention, instead of whatever that odd, little interaction was.

Yet it wasn't even twenty minutes later that you heard a knock on your door and found him behind it. He leaned in with his hands on the door frame as he assessed your office with a swift nod before he gave you in your fitted, forest green scrubs a once over—a flit of those intrigued or something eyes that were your favorite color—like he was trying to assess you, too. "You take walk-ins or am I interrupting business?"

That smirk still hung on his lips, as did a silver ring on the bottom one towards the left side. His teeth grazed it when he bit his lip and waited for your response. You always admired his piercings. You admired him. And you would make sure he knew that before he left your office since you'd miraculously been given a second chance at your first impression.

"For you, I'll make time. Come on in."

You sat at your desk and Punk took the chair by the door. He reclined and crossed one leg over the other, his fingers scratching at his low, salt-and-pepper beard as he still assessed you. Softer glimmer in those eyes now. "Didn't know I was so special."

"What can I say? I'm a fan of yours." You smiled. Not too big this time.

"Yeah? Thank you." Punk smiled, too. Not a smirk this time. Then he shook his head. "Color me shocked, though. That was, ah, quite a warm welcome from you earlier."

"My bad. Didn't think I'd be meetin' one of my favorite wrestlers today."

"At a wrestling show of all places. Who woulda thunk it?"

You giggled. Not an awkward one this time. He was funny, you were just caught off guard before. But he stared at you before you turned to stare at your laptop, opening up a new document in your client files for his visit and avoiding his soft gaze that made you want to smile big again. You said to your screen, "Just not this wrestling show. That's wild to me. But I'm glad to see you here."

That made Punk snicker under his breath and you blushed, wondering and worrying if that was out of line. It wasn't a bite but you didn't want your opinion on his comeback to WWE to offend him. You glanced at him then and saw him rubbing at his jaw. The smirk was back.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. If that's how you feel, why not say it?"

"I usually do. Just...like I said. I'm a fan."

He leaned his elbows onto his knees, his hands clasped together with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Hey. I'm not above critique. Do I care to hear it from a random person with a keyboard? No. Fuck that noise. But you're my peer, and now my nutritionist, so lay it on me."

Peer? We just met today. That's what you wanted to say but it wouldn't seep out as easy as the apology. Maybe it was because you still felt like his fan, and you were, but he was right. You were just caught off guard again that he would care what you have to think. Yet he gestured his arms towards himself to invite you to speak, smiling at you as you caved and told him your thoughts. You refrained from using the word "sellout" because that was too far, but you reiterated that you were glad to see him back.

Punk took note of your reserve as you tried to take notes of his medical history, vitals, current diet, and vitamin intake, and he wouldn't let it go. He was healthy from what you could see and so was his wit, giving you a healthy dose of sarcasm each time you told him you rather not say something by mistake.

But he was cutting it close.

"Alright, alright. I just have a way of seein' through people and their bullshit. Maybe 'cause I know how to bullshit, too." Punk slid off your exam table with a little chuckle. You let out a wry one of your own but you were becoming annoyed and you didn't like that. You didn't want to be annoyed with someone you admired. However, it seemed that's what he wanted, his smirk and eyes on you with a challenge in them. "Just humor me. Gimme your worst. Then I'll drop it."

"I knew you were hard-headed but damn." You shook your head with another dry laugh as you crossed your arms. You realized then it was your way of grounding yourself and standing your ground. Punk was rooted, too, standing tall like an oak tree above you. He wanted your worst? You'd cut him down just a notch. "Okay. You talked about WWE like it was a prison where you did your time. But you didn't enjoy your time on the outside, or at least that's what it seems like because you didn't stay anywhere too long. Instead, you willingly tread back to prison. Make it make sense. And listen, I'm not callin' this place that 'cause I love my job. Most days. Just goin' off what you've said over the years. But things change, I guess. And like I said. Happy to see my fave doin' his thing no matter what."

His lips stretched into a smile that parted with a hardy laugh and a nod and you felt your eyes try to widen at his reaction. You expected a grimace, a retort, or a "fuck off." Yet Punk said in a chipper tone, "See? That wasn't so bad, huh?"

You rolled your eyes and went to sit back at your desk, your back to him as you printed out a copy of his visit, including the ginseng extract you recommended. You weren't going to add any more fuel to the fire he started but as you handed him the slip of paper, you blurted, "But why was it so important for you to irk my nerves today?"

"Maybe I just wanted to see what you looked like when you're mad."

He annoyed you on purpose and yet you annoyed yourself with that tiny flip your heart did at his words. Or perhaps it was how he said them. His deep voice slipped down an octave, growing softer like his eyes that assessed you again, glimmering again like he saw something he liked. You fought to keep your voice even as you questioned him. "For what reason, Phil?"

You avoided using his real name thus far as you learned some of the guys and girls liked to be called by their kayfabe name, even off the clock, and as crazy as that was to you, you felt it crazier to assume anything about him at this point. He was notorious for many things but you didn't expect one of those things to be him enjoying playing with fire.

Then again, the fact jogged a memory of a backstage promo he did years ago during his first run with the company. Punk had said he liked "crazy chicks." Perhaps it was because he was a little crazy himself—and he had to be if he thought he could pick up pestering you to be his bad habit of choice. You weren't sure how you felt about that until he declared in that same tone, "Maybe I think it's attractive."

He lingered for a couple of beats of silence, watching how his words settled in you, waiting for you to fill that silence with a reaction you wouldn't give him. You were still kind of upset with him, well, not so much now, not with your heart thumping as he waved with two fingers and left you alone with the thought of how all five of those fingers would feel around your throat if he had kissed you.

A thought you promptly worked to snuff out because what the fuck? You weren't a teen anymore who crushed on and idolized the man. You were in your late 20s, a grown woman, and he was your co-worker now. Your co-worker who if you weren't careful and let yourself ponder on that exchange any longer, you would think he was flirting with you.

And he was flirting with you.

You saw him four times since that day and every time you became more and more certain his pestering was his crazy form of endearment. You felt crazy to like it, like how Punk made working your nerves his business, like how he said in that tone that made your heart pound that he liked your temper, and like how handsome his laugh was when you told him you'd like it if he fell in a ditch. He made you laugh, too, however, as you learned quickly that his sense of humor was just as snarky, dry, and a little twisted as yours.

"I'm an old dog but I still got a few tricks in me," he had said after you spotted him demonstrating to Bron a grapple that led to a full nelson. You covered your mouth to hide your laugh as his grin grew wide.

"You meant 'teach you new tricks,' right? That's the saying. 'Teach an old dog new tricks."

"Nah. I know what I said." Punk rested his shoulder on your office door frame, his hands in his pockets, and a mischievous raise of his eyebrows. "For an old man, I'm grateful I still got it."

Got what? You wanted to ask but that was over the line and redundant, anyhow. He may have been older than you but he was in beautiful shape, the curves of his tatted muscles and how they filled out his white tee shirt and jeans were quite prominent...

You'd be a liar if you said you weren't attracted to that humor. To him. You had been for years, years that had been kind to his smooth skin that had a glow to it and touched his cheeks when he smiled at you. It became more difficult to ignore your old attraction to him evolving into something new, something headier. Ignore that urge to brush your fingers along his skin to feel how smooth it really was. Maybe let your fingertips graze his cute, scruffy beard and grab his chin. Maybe bring his mouth to yours. It wasn't like you hadn't noticed his eyes stealing glimpses at your lips, too. The last time you saw him he even complimented the color you wore on them.

"I'm not wearin' anything but lip gloss. Clear," you corrected him with your arms over your chest as you leaned back against the wall in your office. It was the one by the door he was supposed to be walking out of now that he'd successfully pestered you for the day: Picking an argument with you, the licensed nutritionist, that all carbs are starches and vice versa. He was dead wrong and told you after that he knew the difference.

"Just wanted to see the look on your face. Yeah, that one," Punk had said, pointing at your nose as it crinkled up at him with a smirk. That was before he kept his eyes pointed at your lips after he was stunned to learn the shade was natural. Brown and pink, plump and glistening. He licked his lips before he remarked, "All you, hm? You wear it well."

It had become normal for him to linger with you like that. His eyes on you for too long, his voice too low, his body too close. You liked it. You liked how your bodies kept inching closer each time you were near each other. But you were careful not to touch. Something unspoken in the air you shared, something whispering a small reminder of "wrong place, wrong time" as you only ever saw him at work. Or maybe it was the lascivious peculiarity of it all, the lust simmering very earnestly in his and your eyes yet how you stoked the flames of it being bizarre, to say the least. Punk liked your fire and you liked how he ignited it, yet you both pretended that fire wouldn't burn out of control the more it was stoked.

And the fourth time you were alone together in your office, the fire engulfed the room.

It was supposed to be another quick visit. Punk popping in to say hello and pester you since he would pass by your office, anyway. Yet you knew he would have found his way inside, regardless. He just wanted an excuse to "see that face" and linger too close to it with his hand lingering on your door knob. You lingered, too. Your back to the wall as you gazed up at him until his surprisingly soft fingers caressed under your chin to tilt it up like you needed the help to reach his lips. Like he wasn't already leaning down to meet you the rest of the way.

One warm breath shared before you breathed a small, sultry whimper into his soft mouth. It was how he pressed himself to you, his body heavy, toned, and pinning you to the wall, you liked the heat of it permeating through your scrubs, the heat of his tongue carefully tasting yours. Your fingers slithered through his silken hair and his large hands found their place on your ass to pull you closer, deeper onto the strong, hot bulges of his muscles, one you felt nudge your thigh. It coaxed another quiet whine from you that he caught with his mouth on yours before you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, nipping at his lip ring with a sweet kiss, tugging a soft growl and smirk from him.

"Mmm. That's how you wanna get even with me? By bitin' me?"

"Only if you're into that."

"Yeah. I am."

Another whimper escaped you when his hand wrapped around your throat with a delicate yet firm squeeze as his lips met the skin just beneath your jaw to return the favor, sweet kisses that stuck to it before his teeth slightly sank into it. Your full, round breasts and hips sank into his hot palms, leaving you hot where he'd touched. He could probably taste your sweat and he licked at it, sucked on it, he was going to leave a damn mark, you were sure of it, and fuck, why was that so hot? A knock on your door extinguished the flames as rapidly as they'd risen, yet it was uncomfortable to stand face-to-face with your boss with your heart thumping in your chest and between your thighs. He'd come to collect Punk for some business, said he'd seen him come in here, and you were thankful he didn't see the mark.

A mark that Punk's eyes lingered on for a second only, those eyes finding yours for another heated second as he looked back at you with a smile before he left with Shawn and left you alone again with wild thoughts. Those long fingers to your throat again, his lips a little lower, wrapping around your nipples that hardened beneath his tongue. And maybe his tongue seeking to taste you even lower, right where you found your fingers that same night as those wild thoughts wouldn't leave you be.

You didn't expect his name to slip from your mouth when you made yourself cum as the sound of it in your room that only contained you and your wild thoughts made you feel more in need. You needed to taste his mouth again. Needed him to bend you over and make you feel it in your stomach. And with each day you didn't see him, the need became borderline feral, and you were ashamed, you thought you had more composure than this. It wasn't like he was the only man available to you, certain contacts in your phone were more than willing to purge you of those hot and bothered demons. But you refrained as you only wanted to be bothered, pestered even, by just one demon.

The need for him hadn't waned by the time you both attended the private, formal party at the AC Sky Bar your boss threw to celebrate a hell of a Deadline show, as well as the end of a successful year. Everyone was still riding high from the event last night, from the fact that hell had frozen over to allow the handsome devil that was Punk to grace it and stand amid a crowd as they watched him with marvel in their eyes and awe on their lips, laughing at his every joke and hanging on his every word. You sat at the rooftop bar, a tall glass of sparkling water with an orange twist on a black napkin in front of you and the open night sky blanketed with misty clouds that masked the moon, your eyes on him across the lounge with marvel, too, to behold him after almost two weeks since the last time.

That need, the feral need, hot and burning along your skin beneath your shimmering, forest green dress and somewhere deeper, tried to destroy you with the sight of him, the wild thoughts of him. He looked good, delicious, and biteable, really, with his raven hair slicked back, his grayish beard trimmed to his angular jaw, and his ash-gray suit fitting the slim muscles of his tall body that towered over Cora and a few other NXT stars who gawked at him, more than a few drunkenly so, before his eyes found you with a slight gawk of their own. And a smirk.

The subtly of Punk's gaze didn't deter from whatever story he was telling with his hands that you couldn't hear at this distance, just his deep and animated voice, just his eyes now and then flitting your way, taking in your angles. You could tell he liked what he saw from how each glimpse sought a different curve of you: Your lips and chin, the slope of your neck where the mark he left was covered with foundation, and the valley of cleavage that dipped into your mini dress filled with hips and bare, brown thighs you had crossed one over the other. You tried not to look back for too long, not let your smile get too big, or let those glimpses burn you up, but it was useless. Especially when he made his way over to you.

You thought you'd burn him when he put an arm around you for a brief hug, you were so hot to the touch, but his fingers on your shoulder blade didn't fling away. They slowly dragged along your skin with a grip that warmed you even more and all over.

"Didn't think you'd make it tonight since you've been so busy lately," Punk teased with a whisper close to your ear. You giggled as he took the seat next to you and politely waved away the bartender who floated over to make him drink, his eyes drinking you in, instead, as he let his gaze fall over you in your dress once more before he added, "Where've you been, woman?!"

"Where've I been? I should be askin' you that." You sipped your water and watched Punk raise his hands in defense, but you weren't done. You lowered your voice, making him lean in a bit closer. "You give me a hickey like we're damn teenagers and then you disappear for two weeks. And you got all these people thinkin' you're so cool. Tuh. Yeah, right."

A playful bite. You sucked your teeth with a little smile and saw his as it touched his eyes that lit up from your temper he liked to see, biting his lip before he said, "You got me. Apparently, they had a lot more for me to do down here than look pretty on Deadline. I wanted to see you again. And I tried. But your office was empty each time I stopped by."

"I don't live in that office, you know. But I'm not busy like you. I clock out of work and I go home."

"Guess it's my fault I don't know your address, huh?"

"Pssh. Or my number."

"We should fix that." Punk pulled his cell phone from the pocket inside his suit jacket and looked at you expectantly, ready to type in your digits. You gave them to him and yet as he slid his phone out of sight, you thought of getting out of sight with him now. The need swirling like a dancing flame in both of your eyes was almost tangible, making you flinch when his knee pressed to your thigh, he was so close. Tempting.

He flinched, too, with his hand on his lap that you could tell wanted to find its way around your throat or end up somewhere under your dress. His other hand cupped his chin as he rested his elbow on the bartop, his eyes scanning the lounge of wrestlers, referees, and other talent, talking and chuckling too loud or swaying tipsily to a Chxrry22 song that boomed over the speakers—the one about calling in the nighttime but not to talk.

It made you chime with a small laugh at the strangely suitable lyrics, a laugh Punk shared with you before his eyes met yours again, a devilish glimmer with his tone hushed yet fervid when he spoke. "You think anyone would notice if me and you slipped away?"

"You wanna risk it?" you asked back, cautiously glancing around, too, and spotting your boss not even fifteen feet away with Carmelo and a few others, those loud laughs carrying over the music and likely infused with liquor in the glasses on their table. Punk shrugged his shoulders and stood, his eyes on the door that led inside and downstairs and then to you at his side.

"You're a good girl who plays by the rules all of a sudden?" he goaded you and you rolled your eyes at his attempt to get under your skin. Skin that warmed once more when Punk put his lips next to your ear again. "You can either sit here and think about my tongue between your thighs or you can come find out what it feels like."

You had a retort ready to go, another teasing bite to goad him back since Punk liked that, since you liked how it made him hot for you. But there was nothing left to say other than his name that fell from your lips in a small echo throughout the stairwell, the sound no harsher or invasive than the smack of his lips and wet tongue that kissed, licked, and suckled to your clit as you gripped a handful of his hair at the back of his head under your dress, his hands gripped on your thighs. You were sprawled out on the stairs, your ass at the edge, the crude, cold concrete growing warmer with your bare skin on it, and your thong pulled to the side. Heat coursed through your blood when Punk held your gaze as he held his tongue right there, right fucking there, on his knees for you in his nice suit on that hard concrete floor for you didn't even know how long at this point. He didn't stop until you quivered in his mouth and let him taste the succulent heat he created and stoked with his tongue carefully tracing the shape of you.

The moan that left you then you worried would travel up the few flights where you and Punk hid yourselves and back to the rooftop for nosy wanders to investigate, but you covered your mouth with your free hand, biting down on your middle finger to stifle his name on your tongue. An act of rebellion you should have known he wouldn't let you get away with as he enacted his own, his nose and lips smudged to your inner thigh with kisses and nips of his teeth as his sticky beard prickled at your skin and his fingers that weren't holding you still by your hip holding on that spot inside you. Just two, just firm enough feel you quiver again and let go of that raspy moan you tried to bite back.

"No one's going to hear you screamin' for me," Punk reminded you softly with his lips on your neck after he kissed his way up, his dress shirt cuff grazing your tender clit as his fingers stayed down and deep to test your volume with a little thrust. "We're too far away and they're too drunk. So let me hear it..."

You concealed your moan with his lapel touched with his cologne, you didn't give a damn what he said, it would have thundered in the stairwell. Your thighs squeezed around his wrist, involuntarily as you didn't want him to stop, god, no, it felt as delicious as he smelled. Heated, like bergamot, vanilla, and a hint of tobacco, shockingly. You squeezed him again, your hands on his shoulders, and mumbled into his right one, "You're not thinkin' of s-staff—unghhh—staff that could come through he..."

Punk wouldn't let you finish your words as he stole them with a kiss, instead, gently trapping your jaw with his thick fingers to make you moan in his mouth as he swirled his tongue on yours, swirled his fingers on your spot faster now. His green eyes seemed a shade darker in the low light of the stairwell, or perhaps they were taken over by that darker side of him that you were beginning to learn meant you better scream for him and let him hear and watch and feel you give into the curl of his fingers and thumb nudged on your clit. He was in demon mode, you'd fantasized about it when it was late like this and you couldn't think of anything else, his hands doing the work yours would do as you came something heavenly, your cries angelic in his ears and filling the space.

"See? No one here but you and me. All these pretty, little screams are just for me."

Your taste was angelic on his tongue, too, as your eyelids fluttered about and watched him clean you from his glistening fingers, but he didn't swallow. Rather he delicately angled your jaw to open your mouth and let your essence drip as a string from his tongue to yours so you could savor your taste, as well, before he lapped it back up and pulled your lips into a messy kiss that made you quiver and groan.

Punk huffed from the effort to stand, on his knees for too long, but he pulled you up with him easily as you kissed, balancing you on your strappy stilettos between his loafers when you felt too weak to stand for a moment. You tittered at both your exertions and he did, too, as he said, "I almost regret bein' too impatient to go to your place. This floor ain't bein' kind to me."

"Weren't you the one who said this old dog had tricks? Pull one out of the hat. Or doghouse. Whatever." Your kisses turned to little nibbles at his bottom lip and lip ring as you held on to the lapels of his jacket. Punk hummed from the feel of your teeth but caught your wrists to pluck them away, a flash of that heady darkness in his narrowed eyes before he flipped you around and made you grasp the metal hand railing. You peered down the shadowed gap that consumed the long rest of the way down the stairwell before you closed your eyes, relishing in Punk's soft hands gliding up your thighs to lift your dress over your ass that you pushed against him. You felt his teeth on you, taking his turn to nibble at the soft flesh that connected your neck and shoulder, your fingers clutching at the railing with a gasp when he bit just a little and soothed it with the tip of his tongue.

"That's funny. I don't remember giving you permission to make fun of my age," he purred to your skin. A warning but you could feel how much he liked it, the length in his trousers hard and poking you. "I think you'd better apologize."

"Or what? You gonna give me another hickey to cover up?"

"I doubt a compact or whatever can fit in that tiny purse of yours," Punk noted as your little, gold, and black leather clutch sat on the stairs where you abandoned it. And he was right but you wouldn't let him know it, nor would he let you get away with your attitude that you nearly begged with your body for him to correct. It was the way you trembled when you heard him unzip his pants and felt his naked, hot skin on yours. It was the way your heart thudded in your chest when you heard him rip the foil wrapper that he pulled from his wallet in his jacket before he slipped it off and slipped on the condom. And it was the way you sobbed with a moan when he pressed inside of you, just the head of him so thick that it nestled on your spot—but he refused to go any deeper. "I'm waiting on that apology, sweetheart."

"Fffuck," you whined instead, your head hung low and your hips moving against your will to make him sink himself inside you. But Punk's hands seized them with another bite and suckle on that spot on your neck where there was certainly a mark now, you felt the blood rush there, felt it hot and surging through your veins as he felt fucking good, even this tease of him. "I'm sorry."

"Say it again. With feeling this time," Punk pressed you with his scruffy cheek on yours as he pressed deeper, lifting your small voice to a near scream when he fit himself to the end of you, holding still as he waited and undoubtedly feeling you throb around him. He kissed your face, a twisted form of encouragement that you struggled to appreciate in this much need.

"Fuck off and fuck me. Sorry. Please," you uttered with your own gnarled pleasantry in hopes it would soothe your biting tone at first. Yet you felt him run his hand up your spine until it cupped your nape and pushed down, arching your back so he could fuck you like you wanted...but not without making you give him what he wanted, too.

"I want you louder...stop holdin' back." He was right again. Your moans already sought to reach every corner of the stairwell as the pathetic sounds reverberated off the walls, his thrusts steady and achingly precise, pounding into you and sending heat waves rippling along your flesh. He held you by your neck and your waist, tugging you back to him until you began to throw it back with his name stuck in your throat. You bit your lip to keep it trapped there but he wasn't having it, a simple stutter of his hips to tap into your soul forced it out of you. "That's more like it...just like that, sweetheart..."

You knew he wasn't just pleased with your screams but also how you grinded on him between each thrust and drove heavy groans out of him, making him land a heavy hand on your ass that he spanked and grabbed. You adored the sting of it, the tight cling of his fingers buried on your skin, him buried in you as you moved together, pounding, grinding, harder, then faster. It ignited that fire in you, already burning brightly between you, the air humid, your dress forming to you differently with sweat as Punk formed himself to you, that fire threatening to explode, and god, you wanted it.

The need erupted something primal in you, a beautifully odd sensation as you stood in expensive heels and him in a fine suit as you fucked him, as he fucked you, almost savagely. A lock of Punk's gelled hair, already mussed from your hands, unraveling and falling on his damp forehead. His husky groans teetering into grunts that were lovely in your ears, made you groan back and catch his thrusts to the hilt as you urged him with desperate whimpers. "Cum in me. I-I need it...cum in this pussy."

The words sounded foreign, not something you usually craved, but they felt right, especially when after a few more strokes he held onto your breast that spilled from your bra and spilled into you, his body going rigid to let you feel how he gave into your command. You found it a pity that the condom got to feel his wet, warmth and not you, but you cherished his rapid heartbeat that matched yours before he slowly pulled out and leaned into you to plant a kiss where he marked you.

"You're a dangerous fuckin' woman," Punk panted with one more kiss and squeeze of your waist in his hands.

"And what does that make you? Since this was all your idea?" You couldn't help the tiny smile on your lips when you faced him again, your hands gently working to roll the condom off him as he breathed a tiny moan. You liked how his eyes shone with that soft, impish glimmer and smile you recognized from the first day you met him.

"A man with exquisite taste."

It was astoundingly effortless to rejoin the party upstairs, Punk and you blending back in with your co-workers like you didn't miss a beat. They were maybe a bit rowdier now and not the least concerned with where Punk had been as you saw several of them swarm him, asking him about his time in the UFC or pulling at his suit sleeve to dance as he kindly refused. You sat with Cora who hovered over to you as you reapplied your lip gloss until she fell onto the couch at your side, the side where she couldn't see your mark, if she could see straight at all. She was elated to see you since she didn't earlier, and pointing to Punk who pretended not to notice as his eyes found you again for a second. She not-so-quietly whispered in your ear, "Do you think he's hot with his hair in his face like that? I do."

You laughed out loud and she bristled before you shook your head but agreed with her. "No, no, he is. Very hot."

Cora nodded and sipped the half-empty mojito in her hand before you saw Punk's hand retrieve his phone from his pocket. You folded your arms across your chest at the sight, in awe of how swiftly he returned to party mode after leaving you satisfied but still in heat before you felt your own phone buzz in your clutch on your lap.

A text from a number you didn't know but when you looked up from the message, Punk's gaze lingered on you, like always, with a handsome smirk on his lips.

MESSAGES

+7735553486

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Valentine’s Challenge Fic

Soooo....this isn’t long. ~1000 words. And it’s just something cute and sweet and nothing all that amazing. But sometimes that’s how writing goes. I’m just proud I managed to write anything right now. It’s barely proofread; sorry not sorry.

Thank you @sjwrites22 for the prompt and challenge.

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“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.” 

A park. 

Roderick Strong.

“You’re giving me anxiety,” Roderick stated, as Leah continued to move about the hotel room, checking and rechecking her purse and the diaper bag.

“Well, maybe if you help me, you’ll feel better,” she retorted, making sure once again there was the right food and snacks in the tiny cooler.

“I am helping. I’ve got the kid,” he replied, using his free hand to motion towards their son, who was happily sitting on his father’s lap, watching a Daniel Tiger video on the iPad.

“Whatever,” Leah rolled her eyes. “I think I got everything so we’re good to go.”

“Go?” The almost-two-year-old wasn’t incredibly talkative, but he knew the important words. Like go, and mama, and eat.

“Yea baby, let’s go to Disneyland because mama isn’t stressed out enough in life!”

“You are so dramatic,” Roddy declared, as Caleb scrambled from his lap. He didn’t even take his eyes off her as he helped the toddler down from the bed, just knowing what needed to be done.

“Am I though? Disneyland is crazy and packed and the general population is typically a mess.”

“It’s February. It won’t be like it is in like, June.”

“I’ll give you that,” she agreed, shifting her purse onto her shoulder. Roddy took the backpack diaper bag, slinging it over his one shoulder. Their son was already standing at the door, his favorite stuffed tiger in his arms, ready to leave.

The trip from the hotel to the amusement park, if it could even be called that anymore based on the sheer size of it, wasn’t terrible. California traffic was typical but manageable. Both Roderick and Leah were used to it, having both spent several years working indy shows, usually PWG, in the area.

That was the main reason they were in town currently. Leah was making her return to PWG after taking the last few years off while pregnant and raising their child. Their family was based in Florida as Roddy worked for WWE. She’d competed in the Mae Young Classic months earlier, but other than that hadn’t been on wrestling shows. She was nervous and excited about the weekend. Roddy being with her made it better, and she was excited for Caleb to experience his first PWG show. She anticipated having to get him some noise-canceling headphones though.

By the time they’d parked and gotten up to the entrance gates, it had been over an hour since they left the hotel. Caleb was clearly getting impatient in line as he was able to tell something big was in front of him, full of colors and adventures and things he could get into.

She had a sudden understanding of backpack leashes.

Leah had wrangled him into her arms several times, but eventually, Roddy had to scoop him up and hold him tight as they made their way officially inside. He talked animatedly to their son as they walked along, telling the child all the things he’d see as if he truly understood.

While not bringing his stroller had seemed like a good idea, as it was just easier to carry him, she missed being able to strap him in and be done with it. But Roddy seemed to be doing alright containing him as they got further inside.

It was going to be a long day though Leah decided, looking around at the various buildings, the castle, the rides, both close and in the distance.

“They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.” Roderick’s statement brought her attention back to the present. He was glancing over at her, as was Caleb. Both had blank looks on their faces, clearly unimpressed with their woman’s lack of enthusiasm.

“Ha, ha,” Leah stated, her tone matching their looks. “It’s just…overwhelming. Even for adults. How is he gonna handle all this today?”

“Stop worrying so much,” Roddy ordered. “Dang woman, just have fun.”

“But what if…” Her motherhood-induced-anxiety wasn’t so easily tamed.

“Stop,” he cut her off. “Stop. We’re going to the freakin’ tea cups and you’re gonna enjoy yourself.” Leah had to laugh at his words.

“That’s probably the most violently the teacups have ever been talked about.”

Roddy just smiled, taking her hand in his, leading her towards the aforementioned destination. It wasn’t as crowded as she had feared. And she appreciated Roddy’s plan of starting towards the back of the park and working forward.

As soon as Caleb saw the ride, his eyes grew wide. He fell silent as Roddy set him to the ground, and appeared mesmerized by the attraction.

“See? Kid likes ‘em.”

“Kid isn’t even two. There’s colors and movement. Disney knows how to attract kids. It’s kind of their whole deal. Also, watching is not the same as riding.”

“He’s my kid. He’s gonna love anything we go on today. The faster, the better.”

“The slower, the better chance Mama’s gonna let him.”

“Yea, yea,” Roddy waved her off, causing her to glare, to which he just grinned in response. “Loosen up, woman. Today is meant to be a fun family day for us. We never get to do these kinds of things a lot. It’s never too early to start making memories, even if they’re just gonna be for us.”

Leah wanted to continue being a worrying mama, but with what he said, she couldn’t. He was right. This was meant to be a day of love and laughter, not a day that she would be able to 100% control. She just couldn’t help but be a bit high strung; this was the most crowded and active place they’d ever taken Caleb. There were hundreds of ‘what ifs’ that had been running through her mind for weeks.

“I never got to do this stuff as a kid. I wanna make sure Caleb gets to experience all the coolest stuff in the world we can give him,” Roddy stated.

And with that, Leah had no choice but to try to keep an upbeat attitude throughout the day. This was going to be fun, their faces were going to hurt from all the smiling. If Caleb had a meltdown at some point, they’d manage it. If Roddy or Leah had a meltdown at some point, well, they could also go over to the Adventure Park for a beer. They had bought hopper passes after all, just in case.

“C’mon, let’s do the damn thing,” Roddy declared, again taking her hand, having already lifted up Caleb, as they made their way through the line and into the attraction.

“Alright, alright,” she conceded, following along behind her boys. “Just, don’t spin us so fast we get sick.”

“No promises.”