#rhea x jimmy

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 17: i hate this part by the pussycat dolls…

The bus came to a slow halt as it reached its final destination: Portland, Oregon. The familiar hum of the engine ceased, and one by one, the passengers began gathering their things. Jey and Joseph were the first to step off, their duffel bags slung over their shoulders. Rhea, seated by her window, watched Jey through the glass. She couldn’t help but feel the familiar pang of unease twist in her chest as she saw him. Her mind raced with all the unresolved feelings and tension between them. She lowered her head, willing herself not to get lost in the storm.

Not long after, they made their way to a different hotel, The Royal Sonesta. Rhea felt the divide grow as she grabbed her bag and followed Roman off the bus. The group moved together, each person a piece of a fractured puzzle. As they entered the lobby, Roman knocked on her door to ensure she was with them. Liv, ever perceptive, nudged Rhea gently and asked, “You good?”

Rhea nodded, her face betraying none of the inner turmoil swirling within her. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied, her tone steady but detached.

As they approached the concierge desk, Rhea glanced at Jimmy. He stood tall, his focus entirely on the clerk, but he refused to meet her gaze. His silence stung more than she cared to admit. She watched as Jimmy handed over his ID and credit card to the concierge, earning a confused glance from Roman. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t a part of the original plan.

Rhea tilted her head slightly, watching curiously as the concierge processed something. After a brief moment, an ID card was handed back to Jimmy, along with a room key. Without a word, Jimmy turned and walked away, his steps purposeful and distant. Rhea’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to maintain composure.

Roman returned, his expression a mixture of amusement and frustration. “Well, I’ve got us a suite for the rest of us,” he announced, shaking his head slightly.

Damian grinned. “A suite? That’s badass,” he said, slapping Dominik on the shoulder.

Dominik nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah, it’s gonna be great.”

Liv chimed in, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “This is going to be so much fun. We deserve to relax after the last few weeks!”

Rhea forced a smile, the expression feeling foreign and heavy on her face. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the excitement of the others. “It sounds great.”

But inside, Rhea couldn’t shake the weight of everything. The lingering presence of Jey, the growing distance with Jimmy, and the web of unresolved emotions seemed to follow her everywhere she went. As the group made their way to the elevator, Rhea found herself walking slightly behind them, her steps slower, her mind elsewhere.

Whatever lay ahead in Portland, Rhea couldn’t help but wonder if she’d be able to hold everything together—or if it would all finally come crashing down.

Once everyone arrived at the suite, the group immediately scattered, their excitement engulfing the room. The open layout revealed a spacious living room, a fully stocked kitchen, and an impressive view of Portland’s skyline. Rhea silently scoped out the space and opted for the pull-out sofa, dropping her bag beside it. She wasn’t in the mood to argue over sleeping arrangements.

As the others began raiding the liquor cabinet, Damian popped open a bottle of tequila while Liv and Dominik debated which mixers to use. Roman lounged in one of the chairs, already nursing a glass of whiskey, his eyes scanning the room like the leader he always was. The energy was light, a contrast to the storm swirling inside Rhea’s mind.

She pulled out her phone, unable to ignore the weight in her chest, and sent a quick text to Jimmy:

Where’d you go?

Her phone buzzed almost immediately with his reply:

What’s it to you?

The response stung more than she expected. She frowned, her thumbs hesitating over the keyboard before she sent another message.

What’s wrong? What did I do?

The reply came back fast, sharp, and cold:

You don’t get a reason. Fuck off.

Rhea stared at the screen, her jaw tightening as her emotions churned between hurt and anger. She shoved her phone into her pocket and leaned back against the sofa, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Hey, you okay? Want a drink?” Liv’s voice broke through her thoughts. Liv stood by the liquor cabinet, holding up two glasses.

“I’m fine,” Rhea lied, forcing a weak smile.

Liv gave her a skeptical look but didn’t push further. “Well, if you want a drink, let me know,” she said before turning back to join Damian and Dominik. Rhea closed her eyes briefly and Jimmy’s face flashed in her brain.

Rhea opened her eyes and glanced at the others, their laughter and lighthearted banter filling the space. But no matter how much she tried to focus on the present, Jimmy’s words echoed in her mind, heavy and cutting.

She folded her arms across her chest, staring at the window as the city lights sparkled in the distance. For the first time in a long time, Rhea felt completely and utterly out of place.

Liv sat down beside her, offering a small, reassuring smile, Rhea tried to snap out of it.

“You sure you don’t want a drink?” Liv asked again, tilting her head toward the liquor cabinet.

Rhea hesitated for a moment before exhaling sharply. “Fuck it,” she said with a shrug. “I’ll take one.”

Liv grinned and waved Dominik over. “Dom, hook our girl up!”

Dominik sauntered over, holding a bottle of tequila in one hand and a glass with ice in the other. “All right, Mami,” he teased, flashing his signature cocky grin. “What’s your poison tonight?”

“Tequila’s fine,” Rhea said, sitting up straighter.

Dominik poured a generous amount into the glass and handed it to her. Before he could walk away, Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Actually… just fill it up. All the way.”

Dominik’s hand froze midair as he processed her request, glancing at Liv for confirmation. Liv shrugged, biting back a smile.

“You sure about that?” Dominik asked, trying to sound casual.

Rhea nodded, her expression steady. “I’m not in the mood for babysitting my drink tonight.”

Dominik obliged, pouring until the glass was nearly full. “Your funeral,” he said with a playful smirk, handing her the drink.

Rhea took the glass, her fingers tightening around it. “Thanks,” she said curtly before taking a long, burning sip.

Liv watched her closely, her smile fading slightly. “You wanna talk about it?” she asked softly, leaning in closer so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Nope,” Rhea said, her tone firm, though her voice cracked just slightly. She tilted her head back and took another sip, the burn of the alcohol distracting her from the ache in her chest.

Liv gave her a knowing look but decided not to push. Instead, she leaned back on the sofa and raised her own glass. “Well, here’s to getting through whatever the hell this week throws at us.”

Rhea raised her glass in response, forcing a small, bitter smile. “Cheers to that,” she muttered before taking another sip.

Dominik rejoined Damian and Roman at the other side of the room, but his gaze kept flicking back to Rhea. She could feel their curiosity, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the warmth spreading through her chest from the tequila.

She didn’t want to think about Jimmy. Or Jey. Or anything that reminded her of the chaos she was drowning in. For now, she just wanted to drink and forget, even if only for a little while.

As the night wore on, Rhea’s drunken confidence grew. The warmth of the alcohol dulled her pain and fueled a reckless determination. Her laughter had grown louder, her words more slurred, and her boldness completely uninhibited.

At one point, she turned to Roman, who was sitting in a corner sipping whiskey and scrolling through his phone. “Joeeee,” she said, her voice drawing out his name like a challenge.

Roman looked up, arching a brow. “What, Rhea?”

“Where’s Jimmy’s room?” she asked, her words slightly slurred but her intent clear.

Roman sighed, his brow furrowing. “Why?”

Rhea waved her hand dismissively, stumbling slightly but steadying herself on the arm of the sofa. “I forgot he has my Apple Watch. I need it.”

Roman stared at her, unconvinced. “That’s it?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up. “Now tell me.”

After a beat, Roman sighed heavily, clearly uninterested in stopping her. “Room 421,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Rhea grinned and grabbed her keycard from the table. “Thanks, big dawgggggg.”

Roman rolled his eyes, watching as she adjusted the Apple Watch already on her wrist. It didn’t take a genius to know she was full of it, but it wasn’t his business. He took another sip of whiskey and leaned back.

Rhea, meanwhile, focused all her energy on walking. She muttered under her breath, “Left foot, right foot, left foot…” as she made her way toward the elevator. She swayed slightly but managed to press the button for the fourth floor.

Inside the elevator, she hiccupped, clutching the railing to steady herself. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her, flushed cheeks and glassy eyes a testament to her current state.

When the doors opened, she stumbled out, her vision slightly blurred but clear enough to make out the numbers on the doors. She squinted, her finger trailing along the walls as she mumbled, “419… 420… ah, 421!”

She banged on the door, her knuckles hitting the wood with far more force than necessary. “Jimmy!” she yelled, her voice echoing down the hallway. “Open the damn door!”

When there was no immediate response, she banged again, harder this time. “I know you’re in there! Open up!”

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of liquid courage and unresolved emotions fueling her boldness. She leaned her forehead against the door, breathing heavily as she waited, determined not to leave until she got an answer.

Jimmy opened the door with a frustrated sigh, his face a mixture of annoyance and confusion. He stood there in a black muscle t-shirt and gym shorts, looking every bit like someone who’d been trying to wind down for the night. “What the fuck, Rhea?” he muttered, glancing up and down the hallway before focusing on her swaying figure.

Rhea didn’t waste a second. She jabbed her finger into his chest with surprising force. “I deserve a reason!” she slurred, her words tumbling out unevenly but laced with raw emotion.

Jimmy took a step back, bewildered. “Oh my God, are you drunk?” he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and irritation.

Rhea didn’t even flinch. “Listen here,” she said, her voice growing louder as she gestured between the two of them, “me and Jey didn’t do any of the stuff me and you did a few days ago!” Her words came out messy, but the intention behind them was painfully clear.

Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as if trying to rein in his patience. “Rhea, I really don’t want to speak about this right now��”

“Nah!” she interrupted, cutting him off by pressing her fingers against his lips. “You let me talk!”

Jimmy froze, his eyes widening in shock at her boldness. Rhea, unsteady but unrelenting, leaned closer, her breath warm and tinged with tequila as she stared up at him with glassy but determined eyes.

“I gave you everything, Jimmy. Everything!” Her voice cracked, and she pulled her hand away, gesturing wildly as she stumbled slightly. “And now you’re… you’re mad at me? For what? For loving you? For being there when I thought no one else cared?”

Jimmy swallowed hard, guilt flickering across his face for the briefest moment before he masked it with a scowl. “Rhea, this isn’t the time,” he muttered, stepping back to create distance between them.

But Rhea wasn’t having it. She followed him into the room, her frustration bubbling over as she jabbed a finger in his direction again. “No, you don’t get to shut me out like this! Not after everything we’ve been through!”

Jimmy ran a hand through his hair, closing the door behind her to avoid any unwanted audience. “Rhea, you’re drunk. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

Rhea laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and sharp. “Tomorrow? There might not be a tomorrow, Jimmy! Do you even care? Or are you just trying to push me away so it’s easier for you to walk back to her?”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Jimmy clenched his jaw, his fists balling at his sides as he struggled to find the right words. But Rhea, despite her intoxicated state, didn’t back down, her teary eyes locked on his with a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

“Say something,” she whispered, her voice trembling as the weight of her vulnerability began to seep through the cracks.

“Say something!” Rhea repeated, her voice cracking as she slurred the words again, her frustration evident despite her inebriated state.

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on, Rhea,” he said, softening his tone as he reached for her arm. “Just lay down on the bed, alright? You need to sleep this off.”

But before he could steady her, Rhea lost her footing. Her knees buckled, and she stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the plush carpet.

“Rhea!” Jimmy exclaimed, immediately crouching down beside her, his hand instinctively reaching for her arm. “Are you okay?”

Rhea blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the fall. She let out a small giggle, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s very nice down here,” she mumbled, her voice slurring even more. “You can tell they shampoo the carpets.”

Despite himself, Jimmy couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he knelt beside her. “What are you even talking about, Rhea?” he asked, his irritation melting into something closer to amusement.

Rhea hiccupped, her expression oddly serious as she patted the carpet beneath her. “Do you think they replace the carpets every three months or so? Like… with all the people that come through here, it’s gotta get gross, right?”

Jimmy covered his face with one hand, a reluctant grin spreading across his lips. “Rhea, you’re something else,” he muttered, looking at her sprawled out on the floor, clearly in her own world.

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes glassy but oddly curious. “You didn’t answer the question,” she said, her tone almost accusatory.

Jimmy chuckled again, shaking his head. “I have no idea, Rhea. I’ll ask the front desk for you tomorrow if it makes you feel better.”

Rhea nodded solemnly, as if he’d just promised to solve a great mystery. “Good,” she mumbled, her eyelids growing heavy.

Jimmy watched her for a moment, his amusement fading as he took in the vulnerable way she lay there, her guard completely down. With a sigh, he stood and extended a hand to her. “Come on, let’s get you off the floor.”

Rhea groaned but allowed him to pull her up. She swayed slightly, and Jimmy steadied her, his hands firm but gentle on her arms. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?” he teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Rhea’s lips quirked into a lazy smile. “Damn right I am,” she mumbled before leaning heavily against him.

Jimmy shook his head again, guiding her toward the bed. “Alright, lightweight, let’s get you settled.”

Jimmy gently helped Rhea into bed, taking special care to remove her shoes and jeans, making sure she was comfortable. After a moment’s thought, he pulled out some gym shorts from his bag and gently dressed her in them. Once she was settled, he climbed into bed beside her, the weight of the situation hitting him a little harder than he expected. He hesitated for a second as she curled toward him, her body instinctively seeking warmth, and he reminded himself that she was still under the effects of alcohol.

Rhea murmured something in her sleep, her words slurring. Jimmy leaned closer to her, his curiosity getting the better of him. “What?” he whispered softly, not wanting to disturb her too much.

“I should have chosen you,” Rhea said, her voice barely audible, almost lost in the space between them.

Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he stared at her, the weight of her words hanging in the air. It was too much to process in the haze of the night, but his emotions flickered—confusion, frustration, something else that felt almost like hope.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before leaning in close, brushing his lips against her forehead. “Go to sleep,” he whispered softly, his voice steady, but his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t quite shake.

Rhea shifted closer, her body pressing gently against him as she drifted off again, the air thick with unspoken tension. Jimmy lay there in the dark, her warmth beside him both comforting and complicated. But for now, he knew he had to let her rest.

—

Rhea stirred awake in the dimly lit hotel room, the faint morning light struggling to seep through the heavy curtains. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner. She felt the comforting warmth of an arm draped over her, and as she turned her head, she saw Jimmy beside her. A small smile crept onto her lips as she shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him, seeking the familiarity and safety of his presence.

Jimmy’s breathing changed, signaling he was waking up. He opened his eyes groggily, blinking a few times before his gaze landed on Rhea. For a brief moment, the sight of her in his arms eased him, but then reality hit. The memory of everything—her with Jey, his own guilt, the tangled web of emotions—crept back in, and his chest tightened. Forcing a smile, he looked at her and said, “I think you should go back to your room.”

Rhea’s face fell, confusion flashing in her eyes. “Why?” she asked softly. “I thought we could—”

Jimmy interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “Rhea… I’m a gentleman. I wasn’t going to kick you out while you were drunk. But I’m still upset—about you and Jey.”

Her stomach dropped, guilt and frustration battling within her. “But, Jimmy, please,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “We just slept… we didn’t do anything.”

Jimmy let out a sharp breath, sitting up slightly and running a hand over his face. “Rhea, I don’t have the strength for this right now. I’ll see you tonight at the event.”

“No!” she exclaimed, sitting up fully. “I want to talk about this!”

Jimmy turned to her, his jaw tightening as he processed her plea. Finally, he snapped, his voice laced with both anger and vulnerability. “Fine! You want to talk? Let’s talk!” He took a deep breath, his emotions spilling over. “Rhea, I get what I did to you was messed up! I knew Jey cheated, and I kept it to myself. And then I went and messed with your head while you were still with him. I get it—I’m an asshole!”

Rhea’s eyes widened, her heart pounding at the rawness of his words. She opened her mouth to respond, but he wasn’t done.

“But damn, Rhea,” he continued, his voice cracking slightly, “after you left him… I figured—” He stopped himself, looking away as he tried to collect his thoughts.

“You figured what?” Rhea urged, her voice softer now, desperate to understand. “Speak, Jimmy.”

He finally looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and hope. “I figured you’d see that I really, genuinely wanted you all along,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, heavy with sincerity. “That it wasn’t just about Jey or the chaos… I thought you’d realize how much I care about you.”

Rhea stared at him, her emotions swirling in a storm she couldn’t quite grasp. She wasn’t sure what to say, but the weight of his confession settled between them, impossible to ignore.

Jimmy’s chest heaved as he looked at her, his emotions laid bare, his words carrying the weight of everything he’d been holding back. “Rhea,” he said, his voice firm but trembling with sincerity, “I really do give a shit about you. I would never, ever dream about fucking cheating on you.”

Rhea’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as she listened, tears brimming and threatening to spill.

Jimmy leaned forward slightly, his hands running over his face before he continued, his tone growing more intense. “Why the hell would I go out and get a fucking burger when I got a filet mignon at home?” His eyes met hers, raw and unguarded. “You’re everything, Rhea. And if I had you—really had you—I wouldn’t need anything else.”

A tear slipped down Rhea’s cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, her hands trembling. Her lips parted to speak, but Jimmy wasn’t finished. He needed her to hear him—really hear him.

“Rhea…” he said again, softer now, his voice filled with a vulnerability that made her heart ache. “I’m not asking for just you… I want your heart and your soul. I want all of you, because when I give a fuck about someone…” He paused, leaning closer, his voice breaking slightly as he emphasized each word. “I give a fuck about someone.”

Her tears were falling freely now, and she didn’t bother to stop them. Jimmy’s eyes searched hers, his expression open and unguarded, waiting for her to say something, anything. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken truths, but all Rhea could do was stare at him, her chest tight with the weight of his words.

Finally, she whispered, her voice shaky, “I… I didn’t know you felt this way.”

Jimmy scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “I’ve been screaming it in every way I know how, Rhea. Maybe not with words, but with actions. And if I haven’t been clear enough before, I’m saying it now. I want you—only you. But if you can’t give me that… if you can’t see me the way I see you… then maybe I need to stop trying.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut, and the silence that followed felt deafening. Rhea didn’t know how to respond, her mind spinning as she tried to process everything he had just said.

Rhea hesitated, her voice trembling as she began, “But… Jey, he’s—”

Jimmy’s eyes widened sharply, his expression shifting from heartbreak to something colder. “Don’t,” he cut her off, his voice low and firm. “Don’t even finish that sentence.”

She froze, her words dying on her tongue as Jimmy’s gaze bore into her, unrelenting. His jaw clenched, and after a moment of tense silence, he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “That.. just told me everything I needed to know,” he said, his voice laced with disappointment and frustration.

Rhea’s stomach sank, guilt washing over her in waves. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

Jimmy pointed toward the door, his expression hardened. “Now… please, get the fuck out of my room.”

His tone was final, leaving no room for argument. Rhea blinked, tears stinging her eyes as she grabbed her phone and keycard from the nightstand. Her movements were slow, almost hesitant, as if she hoped he might stop her, but Jimmy didn’t say another word.

As she turned and walked toward the door, the weight of his silence pressed down on her. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway, the sound of it clicking shut behind her echoing like a final goodbye.

Rhea stood there for a moment, staring at the floor as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath, wiping at her face before forcing herself to move, her legs carrying her back to the elevator. She pressed the button and waited, her mind racing with everything Jimmy had said, everything she had done—or failed to do.

When the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside, her reflection in the mirrored walls showing the tear-streaked mess she had become. She leaned against the railing, her grip tightening on her phone as she whispered to herself, “What have I done?”

The elevator descended, the soft hum of its movement doing little to drown out the chaos in her mind. By the time she reached her floor, Rhea felt drained, her heart heavy with regret. She made her way back to the suite, slipping inside quietly, hoping no one would notice her red eyes and disheveled state.

As she sank onto the pullout sofa, the events of the night replayed in her head, Jimmy’s words echoing louder than anything else. She lay back, staring at the ceiling, her chest tightening as she realized just how much she had hurt him—and how much she might have lost.

—

The tension in the air was thick as Jey stormed through the backstage area of the arena, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He had been trying to call Rhea all afternoon, each unanswered ring twisting his frustration into something deeper. After everything that had happened between them, after the night they shared, he thought they had turned a corner—or at least taken a step in the right direction.

Lost in thought, Jey’s focus remained glued to his phone as he attempted to call her again. Just as the line went straight to voicemail, he collided with someone. He looked up, already annoyed, only to find himself face-to-face with Tiffany.

“Tiffany? What the hell?” Jey groaned, rubbing his temple.

“Why haven’t you been calling me?” Tiffany asked, her voice breaking as she stared at him with wide eyes.

Jey exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. “Man, fuck outta here with that shit, Tiffany.”

“But I thought—” she started, tears threatening to spill.

Jey cut her off, his tone firm and unwavering. “Tiffany! Get this shit through your head! I’m done. We done. Ain’t nothin’ between us no more, aight? Move on.”

Tiffany stood frozen, her lip trembling as Jey brushed past her without another word. He didn’t have time for this—not today. He continued down the hall, his eyes scanning the sea of crew members and talent bustling around. Where the hell was Rhea?

His mind raced as he turned the corner, only to bump into someone else. This time, it wasn’t an annoyance—it was a shock.

Standing there, exuding his usual confidence, was Jimmy. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught Jey off guard. It was what he was wearing.

Jimmy sported one of his and Rhea’s iconic merch shirts—the one that immortalized their first kiss, their chemistry undeniable even in print. The shirt had been cut into a muscle tee, showing off his shoulders and arms. He paired it with sleek black wrestling joggers detailed with subtle purple scratches, a clear nod to Rhea’s signature style. His feet were planted firmly in a pair of black Air Force 1s, completing the look with a mix of attitude and precision.

Jimmy’s expression was unreadable, but the deliberate choice of his outfit spoke volumes. Every detail seemed to scream a message, one Jey couldn’t ignore.

Jey clenched his jaw, his mind racing. “What the fuck is this?” he asked, gesturing toward Jimmy’s shirt. His voice was sharp, cutting through the buzz of the backstage chaos.

Jimmy smirked faintly, his gaze meeting Jey’s without hesitation. “This?” he said, pulling at the hem of the shirt casually. “It’s what I’m reppin’. You got a problem with it?”

Jey took a step closer, the tension between them growing thick. “You tryna send a message? Huh? ‘Cause if you are, say it to my face.”

Jimmy didn’t back down, his smirk fading as his expression hardened. “Ain’t no message, Uce. Just facts. Maybe you should stop worryin’ ‘bout what I’m doin’ and start fixin’ the mess you made.”

The words hit like a slap, and for a moment, the brothers stood there in silence, the weight of their complicated history hanging heavy in the air. Jey’s fists clenched at his sides, but before he could respond, Jimmy brushed past him, his confidence unshaken.

“See you out there,” Jimmy called over his shoulder, leaving Jey standing alone, his mind reeling.

Jey shook his head, trying to push past the frustration building in his chest, and kept walking. His eyes darted around, scanning each door he passed, until one caught his attention. The nameplate read “R.R” with a small black heart drawn next to it. His breath hitched. Without hesitation, he turned the handle and stepped inside.

Roman was seated on a bench, casually lacing up his wrestling boots. He looked up when the door opened, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly at the intrusion.

“Sorry, Joe,” Jey said quickly, holding up a hand. “I thought Rhea would be here.”

Roman leaned back slightly, his movements calm and deliberate. “She is,” he replied, tilting his head toward the other side of the room.

Jey turned just as Rhea stepped out of the restroom, her makeup freshly done and flawless. Her dark lipstick accentuated the sharp line of her jaw, her eyes lined with precision. She looked every bit the powerhouse she was known to be, yet her expression was stone cold as her eyes met Jey’s.

“I don’t have time for this, Jey,” Rhea said flatly, crossing her arms. Her tone carried exhaustion, as if she’d already anticipated whatever he was about to say.

“Please, I need to talk to you,” Jey said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He took a step closer, but she didn’t budge, her body language making it clear she wasn’t interested in engaging.

Roman cleared his throat, breaking the tension. “Y’all need privacy for this?” he asked, though his tone made it clear he wasn’t really asking. His eyes flicked between the two, lingering on Rhea for a moment.

Rhea gave a slight nod. “Yeah,” she said simply.

Roman stood, grabbing his water bottle and towel. “Aight, I’ll be in catering. But don’t take too long,” he said, his gaze shifting to Jey as he passed him on the way out. There was a warning in his eyes, a silent reminder to tread carefully.

Once the door closed behind Roman, the silence in the room was suffocating. Rhea exhaled sharply and leaned against the counter, her arms still crossed.

“Well?” she said, raising a brow. “What is it now, Jey?”

Jey took another step forward, his hands out in front of him as if trying to physically bridge the distance between them. “Look, Rhea, I know I messed up, alright? But after last night, I thought…” He trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

“You thought what?” Rhea asked, her tone edged with frustration. “That we’d just magically fix everything? That one night would erase all the shit we’ve been through?”

Jey ran a hand down his face, his frustration boiling over. “I ain’t sayin’ that! But damn, Rhea, you keep runnin’ from me every time I try to fix this!”

Rhea shook her head, her jaw tightening. “Maybe because I’m tired, Jey. I’m tired of this back-and-forth, tired of feeling like I’m caught in the middle of something I didn’t even ask for.”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Jey asked, his brows furrowing.

“You and Jimmy!” Rhea snapped, her voice rising slightly. “Do you even hear yourselves? Do you even see what this is doing to me? To us?”

Jey stared at her, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say, the weight of her words sinking in. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but no less intense.

“I see it, Rhea,” he admitted. “And that’s why I’m here. ‘Cause I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t care about the past, I don’t care about none of that. All I care about is you. So please, just… tell me what to do. Tell me how to make this right.”

Rhea’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but she quickly blinked it away. She turned her head, staring at the floor as if searching for an answer.

Jey stepped closer to her, desperation written all over his face. He reached out, gently pulling her hand into his, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Rhea… I love you.”

Rhea didn’t hesitate. She pulled her hand away from his grasp, her expression hardening. “Nah, Jey,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the tense air. “I told you my deepest, darkest secrets, bro. I let you in on the shit that makes me happy, that makes me me, and this is what you do to me? Behind my back?! For our whole relationship?!”

Jey opened his mouth to respond, but the words got caught in his throat. He could see the hurt in her eyes, the weight of everything she’d bottled up finally spilling out.

“I really do love you,” he said again, his voice barely above a murmur, as if repeating it could somehow make her believe it.

Rhea let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Nah, bro! You can’t just sit there, cheat on me, and call it love!” Her voice rose, her frustration spilling over as her hands gestured wildly. “You really can’t! And not just that—you did this with a bitch that works with us of all people! You know how humiliating that is for me?”

Jey flinched at her words, guilt washing over him. “Rhea, I—”

“I’m not done,” she interrupted sharply, stepping closer to him, her anger radiating off her. “You knew what I’ve been through. You knew how hard it was for me to trust anyone again, and you threw that shit away like it was nothing.”

Jey ran a hand through his hair, his frustration bubbling over as he struggled to defend himself. “I know I messed up, okay? I know! But I’m standing here, trying to fix it! Doesn’t that count for something?”

Rhea scoffed, crossing her arms as she took a step back from him. “Fix it? You think you can just say a few words and everything’s fine? That’s not how this works, Jey. You don’t get to break me and then act like you can put the pieces back together whenever it’s convenient for you.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, but he couldn’t argue with her. She was right, and he knew it.

“Rhea,” he said softly, his voice cracking, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I swear to God, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to earn it if you’ll let me.”

Rhea stared at him for a long moment, her eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher whether his words held any weight. Finally, she shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line.

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you again, Jey,” she said, her voice quieter now, but no less firm. “And without trust… what do we even have?”

Jey’s heart sank, the weight of her words settling heavily on his chest. He wanted to fight for her, to convince her that they could move past this, but deep down, he knew she wasn’t ready to hear it.

Rhea paused just before opening the door, her hand resting on the handle. She turned her head slightly, looking back at Jey with an icy stare. Her words cut through the silence like a blade.

"Yeah, I never fucked Jimmy while we were together," she said, her voice steady but venomous. "But he ate me out on our patio table and he made me cum.”

Jey froze, her words hitting him like a freight train.

His stomach dropped, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. His mind raced, trying to process what she'd just said, but it was like the floor had been ripped out from under him.

Rhea didn't wait for a reaction. She opened the door and walked out, leaving Jey standing in the dressing room, stunned and speechless. The air felt heavier, suffocating him as her words echoed in his mind.

For the very first time in his life, Jey felt what Rhea had felt. The sting of betrayal, the sharp, gut-wrenching pain that twisted in his chest. It wasn't just the act itself that hurt—it was the realization that someone he cared about, someone he thought he had power over, had blindsided him.

His knees buckled slightly, and he stumbled back, sitting on the edge of the couch. His jaw clenched as anger, hurt, and confusion fought for dominance.

"She really..." he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and cracking, unable to finish the sentence. His hands gripped the sides of his head as he tried to steady his breathing, but it was useless. The betrayal burned inside him like a wildfire.

It wasn't just about what she'd done-it was that she had kept it from him until now. And the way she delivered it, so coldly, so purposefully, as if she wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her.

Jey stared blankly at the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time, he fully understood what Rhea had been feeling all along-the weight of betrayal, the humiliation, the rage.

And it destroyed him.

—

Corey Graves: “What a wild night we’re witnessing here on Friday Night Smackdown in Portland, Oregon! Jimmy and Rhea are on the verge of retaining their titles, but this match is about to take a turn no one expected!”

Wade Barrett: “You’re right, Corey. We’ve seen some spectacular teamwork between Jimmy and Rhea tonight and I couldn’t be more happy that we get to see the inaugural champions defend their gold!”

As the match reached its peak, the camera zoomed in on Jimmy and Rhea standing together, poised for their finishing move. Bianca was lying unconscious in the corner, the result of a brutal maneuver moments before. The crowd roared as Jimmy and Rhea prepared to hit their Uso’s 1D on Montez, looking to secure the victory.

Corey Graves: “This is it! The Uso’s 1D, and it’s all over for Bianca and Montez! Jimmy and Rhea are about to retain their Mixed Gender Tag Team Titles!”

The move was executed flawlessly—Jimmy and Rhea hit Montez with precision, the crowd erupting in cheers as they both went for the pin. Rhea hooked the leg, while Jimmy watched the referee’s count.

Wade Barrett: “This is it! One, two—wait a minute—what the hell?!”

Before the referee could hit three, Jimmy suddenly felt a sharp sting across his back—a steel chair crashing down with brutal force. The crowd gasped in shock.

Corey Graves: “What the hell was that?! Who just hit Jimmy with that chair?!”

Rhea’s eyes snapped up in disbelief. She could already see the culprit standing in the ring—none other than Jey. He stood there, breathing heavily, with the chair in hand. Rhea knew this wasn’t supposed to happen. The match was hers and Jimmy’s to win, but now everything was spiraling out of control.

Wade Barrett: “Jey Uso just ruined this match! The referee has no choice but to rule a disqualification, and Jimmy and Rhea have to retain their belts, but they lose the match!”

The referee immediately called for the bell, signaling the disqualification. The match had ended, but Jimmy and Rhea were forced to retain their titles through a controversial finish. Rhea was in a state of shock, unsure of what to do next, but the chaos wasn��t over.

Corey Graves: “This is a mess!”

Jey threw the chair to the side, his anger oozing out. He stormed toward Rhea, grabbing her by the hair roughly, his voice trembling with fury.

Jey (yelling at Rhea): “You let him do that shit to you, huh?!”

The crowd fell silent. Rhea was caught off guard by Jey’s sudden outburst, his violence and the intensity of his words. This wasn’t just a confrontation—it felt like the culmination of everything that had been building between them.

Wade Barrett: “I… I don’t even know what to say right now, Corey. This has escalated beyond a rivalry—this is something deeply personal. The tension between these two brothers has exploded in front of us.”

Rhea tried to break free from Jey’s grasp, her face a mix of disbelief and anger. She was hurt by his actions, but she also knew this wasn’t supposed to be happening. She was supposed to be celebrating with Jimmy, not dealing with this raw emotion.

Rhea (shouting): “Get the hell off of me?!”

Jey’s grip tightened, his anger only growing stronger. But before things could escalate further, Jimmy, recovering from the chair shot, picked up another chair and swung it at Jey with force. The impact sent Jey stumbling back, but he quickly regained his footing, fury in his eyes.

Jey: “Fight me like a real man!”

The tension exploded into a full-on brawl as the brothers squared off. Real punches were thrown, each blow landing with brutal force. Jimmy and Jey fought with everything they had, and the atmosphere in the arena was electric with the intensity of their fight.

Corey Graves: “This is insane! The Usos are tearing each other apart! What the hell is happening here?!”

Wade Barrett: “I’ve never seen anything like this, Corey. These two have been at odds before, but this is pure chaos. It’s no longer about the titles or the match—this is personal!”

The two men clashed, fists flying, and it became clear that there was no love lost between them. They were brothers, but at that moment, it seemed like nothing but hatred fueled their fight. The security team rushed down to the ring, attempting to separate the two men, but it took several guards to get in between the brawling brothers.

Corey Graves: “Security’s out here, but they’re having a hell of a time trying to separate these two! Jimmy and Jey have reached a breaking point!”

Rhea, still shaken from the events, stepped forward and tried to pull Jimmy away from Jey, but Jey wasn’t done yet. As security attempted to escort him out of the ring, he shouted at Rhea, his voice venomous and full of raw emotion.

Jey (yelling at Rhea): “YOU WANNA GO OFF AND BE WITH HIM?!”

The crowd was silent in shock as Jey’s words echoed in the arena. Rhea stood frozen, her heart racing. She had no idea how things had gotten so out of hand, but she couldn’t ignore the pain in Jey’s voice. Still, this wasn’t the time for a confrontation. Jimmy stood protectively in front of Rhea, holding her hand, but it was clear that nothing would resolve this feud tonight.

Wade Barrett: “Well, it looks like the tension between the Usos has reached its boiling point. I don’t know where this goes from here, Corey, but I don’t think this is over by a long shot.”

Corey Graves: “No, it’s not over. The fallout from tonight is going to be felt for a long time. Jimmy and Rhea retain their titles, but at what cost? And the issues between Jey and Jimmy—this is far from over.”

As Jey was escorted backstage by security, the arena buzzed with confusion and tension. Jimmy and Rhea stood in the ring as the show ended, emotionally drained, with the weight of everything that had just transpired hanging heavily over them. The night was far from what they had expected, and the consequences of this family drama would unfold in the days to come.

author’s Note: “Tomorrow? There might not be a tomorrow, Jimmy! Do you even care? Or are you just trying to push me away so it’s easier for you to walk back to her?” I just wanted to clarify that if some people haven’t got this yet. In Rhea’s inebriated state, she’s talking to Jey.

[kimwexlersponytail]

No. No. Just tell me what I need to do to change, okay? Just tell me what it is and i'll do it. Jimmy. No, Kim. You make me happy. We make each other happy. How can that be bad? Hey... I love you. I love you, too. But so what?

McWexler in Every Season

SEASON SIX

[eringobragh420]

🎉 = series 🎀 = parts of series 👑 = standalone/one-shot 🏹 = masterlist 🌹 = works in progress ✨ = sequel

🌹 Animal In Me Part Two — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody (18+) 🌹 Supernatural — Roman x f!Reader x Damian (18+) 🌹 WooHoo — Jey Uso x f!Reader (18+) 🌹 While One of Them is On The Phone — Damian x f!Reader (18+) 🌹 Subservient — dom!Roman x sub!Reader (18+) 🌹 Howl — alpha!Roman x omega!OC x alpha!Damian (18+)

👑 I Want It — CM Punk x f!Reader (18+)

👑 Animal In Me — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody (18+) ✨ Piece of Your Action — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody (18+) [coming soon]

🏹 MASTERLIST (18+)

👑 Panty-Sniffing — Dexter x f!Reader (18+)

👑 Circles — Gunther x f!Reader (18+) 👑 Muscle Worship — Gunther x f!Reader (18+)

👑 She Bad — Jey x f!Reader x Rhea (18+) 👑 WooHoo — Jey x f!Reader [coming soon] (18+) 🎉 Coming Undone — Roman x Jey x Jimmy x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Part One 🎀 Part Two 🎀 Part Three

🎉 Coming Undone — Roman x Jey x Jimmy x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Part One 🎀 Part Two 🎀 Part Three

👑 Lost in the Moment — RKO x f!Reader

👑 She Bad — Jey x f!Reader x Rhea (18+)

🎉 Coming Undone — Roman x Jey x Jimmy x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Part One 🎀 Part Two 🎀 Part Three 👑 Animal In Me — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody Rhodes (18+) ✨ Piece of Your Action — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody (18+) [coming soon] 👑 Double Penetration — Roman x f!Reader x Damian Priest (18+) ✨ Supernatural — Roman x f!Reader x Damian Priest (18+) [coming soon] 👑 Howl — alpha!Roman x omega!OC x alpha!Damian [coming soon] 👑 Subservient — dom!Roman x sub!f!Reader (18+) [coming soon]

🎉 Reputation (Just To Save Yours) — Seth x f!OC (18+) 🎀 Part One

🏹 KINKLIST - REQUESTS CLOSED (18+) 🎀 Muscle Worship — Gunther x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Panty-Sniffing — Dexter Lumis x f!Reader (18+)

[beingfacetious]

I have had the time of my life with you. But we are bad for everyone around us. Other people suffer because of us. Apart, we're OK, but together ... we're poison.

[kyleoreillylover]

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Bloodline!Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 6,016

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing, family drama.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They are not idiots."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JEY<3

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

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

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

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

Solo<3

So you with a guy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rhea would kill you both after this.

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

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

Not one bit.

And if you got burned?

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

[fanficimagery]

Joining the Biz.

When the hotels are all booked up, your cousin asks if a few friends can crash at your place. You accept, not knowing you'll be meeting some people who will become lifelong friends and get a shot at doing what you once loved. [Part One of Three]

Words: 7.7K Author's Note: Never thought I'd wanna write for wrestlers. Just a reminder that I am writing for the CHARACTERS they portray on TV and the way I think these CHARACTERS would be "at home", therefore everyone is single lol. I will tagging this as Jey Uso X Reader, but please be informed that it will not be romance heavy. I'm pretty sure there's not a lot of Jey/Reader interactions, but some of the stuff between them is cutesy rather than steamy. ALSO EVERYONE'S OOC BECAUSE I JUST RECENTLY STARTED WATCHING AND I DON'T KNOW THEIR PERSONALITIES JUST YET.

You're watching the new A Quiet Place movie when your cell rings. Glancing briefly at the screen sitting next to your thigh, you see it's your cousin that you haven't seen in quite a few months.

Pausing the movie, you answer the call. "Dum-Dum, you're alive!"

"Aye, prima, I got a huge favor to ask."

"Hey, YN, long time no talk. How are you? I'm good, what about you, cuz?" You retort a little mockingly.

Dominik sighs and your lips twitch in amusement. "Hi, prima. You good?"

"Never better. Now what do you need?"

The line goes quiet for a few seconds before, "So Monday Night Raw and Friday Night Smackdown are gonna be in the same arena next week and with all the wrestlers in one place, the hotels booked up pretty quickly."

"Okay, and?"

"It's in your city."

It takes a moment, but a lightbulb goes off over your head. "Let me guess, you need a place to stay?"

"Not me, but three friends do. They're scrambling right now, cuz. Please tell me no one's moved in since we last talked."

Chuckling softly, you say, "You know I'm gonna be the perpetually single prima." Dominik chuckles on his side of the line. "And my two spare rooms are always ready for a visitor. But if you're really desperate for a third, I don't mind bunking up with someone since my bed is huge. So long as it doesn't piss off any significant other, someone can bunk with me."

"Aw damn. Your bed is comfy as fuck, and you never let anyone in it."

"No, I just don't let you in it, Dum-Dum. I learned my lesson when we were little. You fight in your sleep."

"Do not."

"Do too. Now, am I rolling out the welcome mat or what? And for how long?"

"One sec." You hang on, listening to the muffled chatter. You don't know who it is that might possibly be staying with you, but you do catch Dominik mentioning that someone named Damian could benefit from sharing with you since he's the tallest and would actually fit in your bed. A few more moments and then he says, "Yes, and are you able to host for like a week or so? We'll be flying out early tomorrow morning. I can be at your place with your guests around five or six in the evening."

"That's fine. Do I get to know who I'm hosting?"

You hear Dominik squeak before, "Hi, mate. It's Rhea. Thanks so much for doing this. I really wasn't looking forward to sharing a small bed with someone."

"It's 'ya uce, Jey Uso." You chuckle at his enthusiasm, realizing his energy matches his persona on TV.

"And, uh, I'm Damian. I promise I don't punch or kick in my sleep."

You huff a laugh. "Priest, right? The tall one?"

"Yeah."

"You'll be good, man. The mattress of my bed is literally from one side of the wall to the other. The only way to get on it is to crawl on from the foot of the bed. Just ask Dominik."

"S'true, man. YN has always been weird about her space on the bed. She needs a lot of it."

"But I'll be fine sharing. I just wasn't a fan of waking up spooning or being spooned by a cousin. But walking, talking, kink material? Yes, please."

There's a sharp bark of laughter of who you assume is Rhea.

"What did you just say?" Dominik muses, more laughter ringing out as your words sink in.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, cuz. I'm only joking."

"No, you're not. You totally think he's hot."

"Duh. Ripley, Priest, the Usos, Roman Reigns.. they're all smokin'."

"Thanks, mate!"

"You're welcome, mi amor," you retort. "But just because I think they're hot doesn't mean I wanna be railed by them, Dum-Dum."

"I know." He gives a long suffering sigh that you can't help but smile at. "It's why when I realized we were gonna be in town and these morons needed a place to crash, I thought of you. You won't fuck around with my friends. Not like that."

"Aw, I love you too, cuz. Now get off my phone. I was watching a movie before you interrupted me."

"Alright, alright. I'll text you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye, everyone!"

After hearing a chorus of byes in return, you end the call and go back to your movie.

After a long morning and afternoon of cleaning and changing out bedsheets for fresh ones, you're finally able to relax. You had planned to make a meal, but not knowing if anyone had any dietary restrictions, you decided against it. Instead, your cousin Dominik assured you that they'd pick up some food on the way to your house for you and themselves since you're hosting them.

You're cleaning the pool and making sure the water is balanced to be of use the next day when your phone pings with alerts from your security cameras out front. When you check it and see a black SUV parked behind your Jeep Compass and Range Rover in the driveway, you put everything away and head inside to greet your guests through the front door.

You open your front door, leaning against the door jamb as you watch the men unload suitcases and duffel bags.

Rhea Ripley, however, is walking up your porch stairs with four boxes of pizza in hand. "Ding dong," she muses.

"Hi," you greet. She manages to balance the boxes on one hand, reaching out with the other to give you a brief hug. "Did you guys have a good flight? Drive?"

"Yeah, dude, it was fine. Just this thing with the hotel was stressing us out, but you and Dom came through for us."

"Well, I'm glad to be of service," you say. Just then, the guys start walking up. "Hey, Dum-Dum."

You offer him a brief hug right before he personally introduces you to Rhea, Damian, and Jey.

"Hey, lil' mama, thanks for doing this. It was really cool of you to let us crash here," Jey says.

"It's no problem whatsoever," you assure him. "Now if you guys wanna come in and set the food in the kitchen, I'll show you around real quick."

Rhea sets the pizzas down on the kitchen island, Dominik volunteers to get drinks out, as well as plates while you show your three guests around. The main rooms they need to know on the first floor are the bathroom, the laundry room, your office in case they have any work that needs to be addressed with a computer, and one of the free guest rooms. Rhea and Jey glance at each other, but when you assure them the two guest rooms are the same size, Jey opts for it and sets his belongings in the room.

Upstairs, Rhea places her own belongings in the second spare room, peeks into the main bathroom between the bedrooms, and then the way Damian smiles when he sees the bed you and him are to share makes you laugh.

"Looks like I'm actually gonna get some good sleep this week," he says as he places his suitcase and bags off to the side. "Hotels really need to make bigger beds for those of us over six feet."

"Goddamn, you're tall," you mutter.

Rhea laughs, even more so when Jey tries to swap places with Damian because your bed looks really inviting as large as it is.

When you head downstairs and back into the kitchen, Dominik asks, "Did you show them the gym?"

"Gym? What gym?" Rhea asks, clearly excited.

You roll your eyes at your cousin. "It's nothing fancy. I just closed off my garage and turned into a gym that's perfect for me."

"I wanna see it."

Chuckling softly, you lead them to your small gym. When you turn on the lights, you say, "It's nothing sophisticated, but it's mine."

"Can we use it?" Jey asks.

"Sure. You probably won't get the workout you're used to with this equipment, but you're more than welcomed to this space."

"As long as we can break a sweat, we're good," Rhea says.

"Question," Damian says, his deep voice sending shivers down your back. It's really unfair that your cousin's friends are so good looking. "Is that a stripper pole?"

"Yeah." You laugh. "Dum-Dum didn't tell you how I bought this house?"

Jey's mouth drops open. "Girl, you a stripper?"

"Was a stripper," you correct him. "But that's a long story. I can tell it over pizza."

As you head into the kitchen, Dominik tells the four of you to dig in while it's still warm. Dominik leans against one of the kitchen counters, you hop up on another, and your three guests take a seat on a stool at the kitchen island.

Only after everyone has downed at least a slice and a half does Dominik start talking.

"Is anyone curious as to why YN has a gym in her home?"

"Because she likes to work out?" Rhea shrugs, glancing around at the random question.

"To keep in shape for that stripper pole we peeped out there," Jey tries.

You grin, shaking your head at him. Apparently, he really wants that stripper story.

Damian, however, seems to piece a part of your story together. "With Dom and Rey in the business, my guess is that you're training for the family business as well."

With your free hand, you touch the tip of your nose and point at Damian with a wink. "Sort of."

"YN used to train with me when we were younger," Dominik says. "Was supposed to join the biz when I joined."

"What happened?" Rhea asks.

"My dad." With a sigh, you set down your half-eaten slice of pizza and take a drink of your soda. "I really love everything about the wrestling life and was stoked to be a part of it when Tio Rey said I had potential. My dad wanted me to head off to college, but my mom wanted me to do whatever made me happy."

"And wrestling made you happy," Jey says.

You nod. "Very much. I started training after school, giving Dum-Dum a run for his money," you muse before turning a little sad, "but then my mom got sick. Her insurance barely wanted to pay the bare minimum, my dad couldn't keep up with the bills, and it was my turn to get an after-school job that paid."

Everyone winces in sympathy.

"After I graduated high school, I knew I needed a job that would pay well without a college degree, so I took up stripping. It took me almost a year to make a name for myself and have some regular customers that showed up for only me, but I did it. I could tell my dad was highly disappointed, but he didn't say shit to my face because my money was making a dent in the bills that had been piling up." You pause to give a sigh. "After five years, the treatments just stopped working for my mom. She passed, my dad and I made plans to purchase this exact house we're standing in, but then his new girlfriend had to go and ruin that."

Dominik chuckles. "Pendeja was under the impression my tio was paying for this house. Little did she know that YN was putting up eighty percent of the cash for this place and was going to be paying the mortgage while her dad only paid the electric and water."

You shake your head as you remember everything you went through with your dad. "We were at the meeting to close on this house when his girlfriend started gushing about the changes she was going to make and how it was her house, and I scoffed. I informed her my name was going to be on the deed, changes would have to go through me and my dad, and that she wasn't going to have a say so like she planned. Only when my dad told me to just let his name and her name be on the deed, and he was serious about it, did I pull out from the deal.

"The homeowners who were selling understood because they'd been dealing with me the entire time, and in front of my dad, promised that they'd hold off if I still wanted the place and would give me time to get the rest of the cash. I wasn't going to agree because I really didn't need a place this big for just myself, but the second my dad called me a selfish bratty bitch did I agree to purchase the house and cut all contact with my dad."

"Damn, girl. That's rough," Damian says.

You nod. "It was, but I made do. I continued to dance to make up the difference, bought this place, and then danced some more to put myself through college. I earned a nice little nest egg while getting a higher education, and now that I work for myself.. I'm golden. I'm peachy fuckin' keen."

"That's what I like to hear," Rhea says, smiling and saluting you with her own drink.

"But that's not all, is it?" Dominik muses. "A little birdie told me that dad's been advocating for you in WWE."

You smile as everyone glances at you. "Your little sister is a narc." Dominik laughs as you explain. "Tio Rey wants me in, not to fight in the women's division but to just be someone on the sidelines to cause interference since I'm so rusty. And since my work schedule is pretty fuckin' flexible, I can swing it. There's just not a storyline that can be easily manipulated to bring in an unknown female."

"Well, whatever happens, I hope you get in," Rhea says. "We need more ladies."

"And look, uce, you can come to Raw with all the cool kids or I can hook you up with my brothers and cousins on Smackdown."

You laugh. "You guys are talking as if I'm for sure going to work in the WWE. It's all just talk right now."

"Well, if you still got that talent from when we were younger," Dominik says. "I'm sure we'll be seeing you on the sidelines soon."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up and finish eating."

As everyone finishes up eating, Damian and Rhea take it upon themselves to wash dishes and Dominik takes out the trash since he's on his way out to go get settled in at his hotel.

You walk with Dominik outside, leaning against your porch railing.

"You good, prima?" He asks. You nod, smiling softly. "I just wanna say thanks again for doing this for my friends."

"Don't even worry about it," you say. "I've been bored lately. It'll be nice to have some noise for a little bit."

"Yeah? Well, if you need anything, I'm only a phone call away. Rey too."

"I'll be fine, Dum-Dum. Rhea, Jey, and Damian seem really cool."

"Alright." Dominik gives you a hug. "I'll see you if I'm not busy working. You also have ringside tickets for Monday, so clear your schedule for that day."

"Thanks. Night, Dom."

"Night, YN."

Waking up the following morning, you stretch and quietly groan. For a moment you forget you have guests, but then a deep chuckle from the other side of your bed reminds you that not only do you have guests but that you have a guest in bed with you. You turn your head, spotting a sleepy Damian just waking up himself.

"Goddamn. This bed had no right being this comfortable."

You huff a laugh and roll onto your side, tucking an arm beneath your head. "I take it you slept well?"

"Yeah. It's been a while since I've slept in."

His words slowly make you realize that you've slept in too. "Shit. What time is it?" You sit up, patting the bed around you for your phone until you remember you placed it on the floating shelf connected to the wall above where you had slept. Turning, you snatch your phone and check the time. It's nine in the morning. "Fuckkk," you groan as you fall back against your pillows.

"What happened? You miss work or something?"

"Nah. Nothing like that." You take a moment to yawn. "I just have a routine, and I forgot to set my alarm," you tell him.

He hums in understanding. The two of you go quiet, sleep threatening to take you back under until you feel the bed at your feet shift and jostle. Opening your eyes, you find Rhea crawling into bed, burrowing under the blanket you're using.

"Oi. What are we talking about?"

You chuckle as Rhea snuggles down, hair mused and face clean of her usual dark makeup.

"Nothing. YN was just talking about how she missed her routine."

"What routine?"

"I run in the mornings," you admit. "Wake up at six, run two miles around the neighborhood to get the blood pumping, and then do whatever needs to be done whether it be work-work or house-work."

"What's on the agenda for today?"

"Not a damn thing. I cleared my schedule until the middle of next week," you say. "I'm free as a bird, so if you want to do something in town, I'm down. Or if you have errands to run or need to head to the arena to train, the Range Rover is yours to use while you're staying here."

Damian and Rhea are saying their thanks when Jey launches himself on the other side of you. You groan as the others laugh. "Damn, uce, this bed is huge. You can fit at least one other body in here."

Jey is apparently an affectionate person and has no issue sliding under your blanket as well. But while Rhea kept a few inches between you, Jey practically plasters his chest to your back and snuggles up to you with a content sigh.

You shake with suppressed laughter. "Comfortable, Uso?"

"Extremely. What's everyone doin' today?"

"Priest and I have a meeting with the higher ups," Rhea says. "After that, nothing."

"I'll be making use of the gym here to get the blood pumping," Jey says.

All three go quiet and you only speak when you feel Jey squeeze you around the waist. "Well while you guys are working, I'll be relaxing out back in the pool."

Time seems to freeze before,

"You got a pool?!"

"Yes?" You laugh.

"Alright, change of plans. I'm gonna work out and then float my ass in the pool out back. You got any floaties, uce?"

"Duh."

"Then yeah, we floatin'."

You grin sleepily. "You guys gonna be free for dinner?" At their confirmed status of being free, you say, "I'm feelin' steaks, jalapeño poppers, and roasted corn. Any objections?"

"Nope."

"No."

"Hell nah."

"This arrangement is proving to be better than staying at a hotel," Damian muses. "You sure we're not putting you out?"

"No way. I grew up with big family cookouts, random hangouts, and sleepovers and I miss it. When mom died, dad and I stopped going out as much. Dad's side of the family kind of wanted nothing to do with me when I wouldn't let his then girlfriend take control of the house I was buying, and while I kept in touch with my mom's side of the family, it just wasn't the same."

"Which side does Dom come from?" Rhea asks.

"Mom's." You smile sadly. "My mom and his mom were sisters."

"Family is everything," she says and you nod in agreement. "But blood does not define family. If the rest of your family won't recognize you, we will. You're stuck with us now."

As Rhea spoke, your eyes got a little teary. "Goddammit, Ripley. It's too early to be crying."

"I'm sorry." She laughs and reaches for your hand, squeezing it.

"Come on," Damian eventually groans, reaching over to nudge Rhea. "The sooner we get this meeting over with, the quicker we can get back to chill by the pool."

Rhea groans as she has to get out of bed and Damian immediately calls dibs on the bathroom upstairs as he scoots out of bed after her.

"And then there were two," Jey muses, brazenly pressing his face into the back of your neck as he holds you.

Chuckling, you free an arm from beneath the blanket and then gently slap him on the thigh. "Come on, Uso. Let's get sweaty."

"That's what I'm talking about!"

This time, you bark out a laugh. "Down, boy. We're just going for a run to get that blood of yours pumping before you hit up the mini gym."

"Not what I had in mind, but I'm down."

Since Damian's occupying the upstairs bathroom, you grab an extra toothbrush and toothpaste from your hall closet and head towards the downstairs bathroom where Rhea is. Knocking on the door, you wait until you hear her call out.

"Yeah?"

"Is it cool if I brush my teeth in there? I promise I won't sneak any looks!"

Rhea laughs. "Sure thing, babe. Door's unlocked!"

Your shower stalls have glass doors, so you keep your gaze averted. Fortunately, Rhea likes a steamy shower so even if you had glanced in her direction, all you would see is the outline of her body.

"Didn't want to sneak any looks at Damian?" She muses.

You laugh as you wet your toothbrush and apply some toothpaste. "I still think of that man as walking, talking, kink material-" Rhea barks out a laugh, "-but now that I've met him, he gives off major big brother energy. I do not want to see the peen. Well, I kind of do, but I'm intimidated."

"Oh my god. I'm gonna love hanging out with you this week."

You make quick work of brushing your teeth and washing your face, and then tell Rhea where to find the keys to the Range Rover in case you and Jey leave before her and Damian are ready.

Back up in your room, you get dressed in your workout gear- a cropped dark tank top made out of spandex material and a pair of black and white running shorts. You put on your running shoes, tie your hair up into a ponytail, then grab the strap that your phone zips into before securing it around your bicep.

You run into Damian on your way downstairs, telling him what you told Rhea about where to find the keys to the Range Rover and not to bother locking up if you and Jey are gone before he and Rhea leave. He thanks you for letting them use your vehicle and you head outside into the backyard, stretching in the little spot that you've sectioned off for yoga sessions.

Jey is outside as well, taking a picture of the pool where he's apparently set loose some pool floats and rearranged the chairs off to the side. You shake your head at him in amusement, twisting your body into the runner's lunge twist.

As you're holding the pose, stretching your muscles, you hear, "Look up, sweetheart. Let me see that smile." Instead of just smiling, however, you flip him off. Jey laughs, snapping the pic. "Is it cool if I post that?"

"That's fine."

As Jey does a few of his own stretches, he's messing with his phone. He's smiling the entire time and when he puts his phone away, you finish up your stretching and check his socials to see what he posted and/or said.

It doesn't take you long to find the post on Instagram, a post of two pics. The first is your pool looking rather inviting and the next pic is of you flipping him off. The caption reads, Can't wait to go for a swim, but first I need to get the blood pumping with this peach of a lady and an added kissy face emoji.

"You're ridiculous," you call out and he laughs.

"You see it?"

"Yes." In response to his post, you leave a comment with the middle finger emoji and two blue hearts. "Now come on, Uso. Time to run."

You and Jey round the side of the house just as Rhea and Damian walk down the porch stairs. You tell Damian that the address to your house is already programmed into the GPS should he need it on the way back and he nods, tossing and catching the key fob in his hand. You and Jey then stand side by side on the sidewalk, and after making sure he's ready, you set off at a leisurely pace.

As you round the street corner, you speed up a little more. Jey keeps pace and the only sound for a good while is your feet pounding against the pavement. Several minutes into your run, however, you notice Jey lagging behind. And when you glance over your shoulder to see if he's fine, you see him with his phone out again.

Not wanting to speak and expend your breath, you continue running. Jey follows you, keeping pace once more, and then urging you faster on the way back to your house.

By the time you make it back to your kitchen, you're panting and leaning against the kitchen island. "I'm never running with you again."

"Aw, come on, girl. That was fun."

"For you! What were you doing with your phone out anyway?"

Before he can answer, his phone starts ringing. He glances at it, then at you. "It's Jimmy. Do you mind?"

"Go ahead."

Jey answers what ends up being a Facetime call and you walk around your kitchen, grabbing yourself a glass of water as they talk.

"Ay, uce, you good?" Jey asks.

"Yeah, but not as good as you apparently. Where the hell you at that you have access to a pool?"

You're mid-sip, grinning against the rim of your glass when Jey points his phone at you. "Mysterio's cuz came through. Say hi." You awkwardly wave at the camera as you hear Jimmy laugh and hear him call out his own hello. Then Jey continues the talk. "So how's the hotel?"

"Boring. We either hang out in our rooms or at the arena. Nothing fancy or fun."

Quickly finding a pen and pad of paper, you jot something down and then slide it over to Jey- Invite him over. Pool's big enough and dinner is on me.

"Ay, uce, who's with you right now?" Jey asks after reading your note.

"Just Solo and Roman. Why?"

Jey glances at you and you nod. "You guys wanna come over? Pool's big enough and YN is grilling steaks tonight for us here."

"Shit. Forreal?"

"Yeah." You call out when Jey looks at you once more. "I just need a headcount so I can go grab the steaks and corn from the store here in a bit. Damian and Rhea are currently at the arena in one of my vehicles, so I'm sure they can swing by and pick you up if you guys need a ride."

"No worries, we got our own ride. We just need an address."

"I'll have Jey send it to you. Are all three of you coming?"

"Sure thing, ma."

Jey talks to his brother for another minute before ending the call, opening up his texts and handing you the phone so you can enter your address. You do so and then after downing your water, you tell Jey you're going to shower before heading out to the store. Jey tells you he'll tag along and to not leave without him.

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Later, when you're done shopping and preparing the backyard for guests, you smile wide when you spot your cousin walking in with a case of beer and a holler that the party has arrived. Behind him, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, and Roman Reigns enter.

You greet everyone with a smile and hug (if they offered), then proceed to show them where both bathrooms are and the room that Jey is staying in so they can change into their swim trunks wherever they're most comfortable. Then before you go back outside, you take a moment to change into your own two piece bathing suit that consists of a dark green v-neck top that pulls down over your head like a sports bra and dark green high waisted bottoms that have cutouts along your hips. And since you're not jumping into the water right away, you pull on a loose, white button down shirt with its sleeves rolled up to your elbows and tuck the front hem of the shirt into a pair of cutoff denim shorts.

As you head back out, you pass Damian and Rhea in the kitchen, cutting jalapeños in half and scooping out the seeds so they can put cream cheese in them before wrapping them in bacon.

Dominik is outside, looking everything over before meeting your gaze with a smile. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

"I miss hanging out," you admit with a chuckle. "And hosting isn't so bad when all the men are handsome as fuck."

He shakes his head in amusement. "You opening up the hot tub?"

"Should I?" You frown.

"Yes, estúpida. I can guarantee that'll be the hangout spot after dinner."

"Well go get it set up," you tell him.

As Dominik preps the hot tub, you make sure the outside bar is all stocked up. The beer Dominik brought and the beer Jey suggested you buy earlier is in the cooler, the freezer is filled with ice, your blender is clean and ready for margaritas, and there's a whole stash of alcohol in case anyone wants anything stronger.

You're connecting a laptop to the outside speakers when Damian pops up. "Hey, hermosa, the poppers are sitting in the fridge for when you're ready for them. Do you need anything else done?"

"No, sir. You and Rhea are guests. Go change and lounge. I can do the rest."

"Are you sure?"

You smile at him. "Positive. Enjoy your time off, Priest."

"Alright. But hurry up. You deserve to have some fun too before you start cooking."

After shooing Damian off, you head inside to quickly peel some potatoes. Four shirtless Samoans finally walk out from Jey's room, and you have to shoo Jey out when he tries to help out in the kitchen.

"I'm good," you say, swatting at his hands when he tries to grab the potato peeler from the counter. "Go have fun."

"But-"

"No buts!" His jaw snaps shut and you arch an eyebrow at him, silently challenging him to do something about it. Hearing a snicker, you glance at his grinning twin Jimmy and younger brother Solo. "Can y'all please go throw his ass in the pool? Not only did this fool have the audacity to jump into my bed this morning-"

"Rhea was in there too! I thought it was a group thing!"

"-but he snapped pics of my ass on our run this morning."

"You saw those?"

You glare at him, but end up laughing when his brothers look offended on your behalf. "I follow you on Instagram. Of course I saw them! You're just lucky my account is private. Your fans already stalked the hell out of my pages and tried adding me." And before Jey can say anything to defend himself, there's a small scuffle as Jimmy and Solo grapple with their brother before pushing him out the door.

You and Roman follow, laughing and then whooping when Jey gets tossed into the pool. Roman lingers and when you glance up at him, he asks, "You sure you don't need any help?"

"Positive. Go have fun, Reigns. And if you want, the laptop at the bar controls the music. I'm not sure what you like listening to, so have fun making a playlist if you want."

"Will do."

You get back to work in the kitchen, but it doesn't take you long to finish up. There's still a couple of hours before you have to get to work, so you head outside to see what everyone's up to. Rhea and Dominik are laid out on the lounges next to the pool, conversing with each other and with Damian and Roman who are inside the pool but hanging onto the ledge near them. Jey, Jimmy, and Solo are not too far, the three brothers splayed out casually on pool floats.

Taking a moment for yourself, you head to the bar and immediately work on a pitcher of margaritas. Rhea hollers that she wants one and you give her a thumbs up to let her know you heard her loud and clear. On reflex, you dig your phone out of your pocket and leave it on the bar so there's no electronic casualties as you walk by the pool's ledge. Then salting the rim of two margarita glasses, you fill them with the slushie goodness and walk yourself over to where Rhea is just sitting up.

"Thanks, mate." She sips her margarita, humming, and you do the same.

You had only taken your eyes off the pool's occupants for a minute that you don't notice one in particular is missing. When you clock Jimmy and Solo staring at you though, your gaze darts around for Jey. Their smirks grow and you tense up. But before you can question where the troublesome individual is, wet arms come down around you from behind. You yelp and a deep chuckle sounds next to your ear.

"You thought you could get away with siccin' my brothers on me, didn't you? My own blood? Nope. Not today, baby girl."

"Jey…" He starts walking towards the pool and you do your best to push back. Unfortunately, he's stronger. "Jey, I have a drink in my hand!"

"Not anymore." Jey had stopped right at the pool's ledge, right where Roman and Damian were, when the margarita is pulled from your hand. You stare down in shock at Damian who's now sipping it.

"You traitor! I'm giving you the shittiest blanket tonight, Priest!"

He shrugs, grinning. "I'll just steal yours."

Everyone starts chanting to toss you in and your toes curl over the pool's ledge as if that'll keep you from going in. "Jey, if you toss me in, I'll-"

"You'll what?"

You know there's no getting out of this predicament, so you reach back and grip onto the sides of Jey's shorts. "I'm taking you with me."

"Wh-" Before he can get the word out, you fall forward and take Jey back into the water with you.

All his weight falls on top of you as you go under water, but it's not as bad as apparently everyone thinks it is. When you resurface, wiping water from your eyes, you're surprised to see everyone looking quite freaked out. Even Jey looks worried, but you merely laugh in return.

"You good, uce?" Jimmy calls out. "That was a whole lot of fat falling on top of you."

You snort as Jey gasps in offense. "I'm good, Jimmy."

You tread water like a foot away from Jey and start stripping off your shirt and shorts while you grumble. You toss them onto the side of the pool, rolling your eyes when Rhea wiggles her eyebrows at you. Jey looks you up and down, even going as far to dip under the water. When he resurfaces, smirking, you swat the back of his head and end up treading water with him and his brothers for a bit.

Eventually, you all end up hanging out around the ledge and in front of the pool lounges where Damian and Solo have swapped out with Rhea and Dominik. Jimmy is the most vocal about getting to know you, especially when he spots you hanging onto his brother's back with Jey's hands supporting you under your thighs as you talk with everyone. He's never seen his twin so comfortable with someone he's just met like this.

No one bats an eye at your stripper past, hell Roman even cracks a joke about taking up stripping if wrestling ever falls through, and then Dominik happily informs them that you're actually quite the little wrestler yourself. You keep it humble though, telling everyone that you're very out of shape and rusty in the ring, and you're like eighty percent sure nothing will come of Rey's thoughts.

They all try to hype you up into seriously thinking about it if wrestling is something you love, but you brush it all off and tell Dominik to help you bring out the steaks from inside.

After drying off, you get the grill going and then put on an apron over your bathing suit. You get the seasoned steaks going on one side of the grill while Dominik fills the other side with corn on the cob that's been smothered in butter and wrapped in foil, as well as the jalapeño poppers. Then while that's cooking, you quickly head inside to dice up the peeled potatoes before dropping them into a pot of water so they can boil.

You and Dominik remain by the grill to make sure nothing overcooks. Then when you have to head back inside, he keeps watch while you mash the potatoes and make a small pot of brown gravy.

When the food gets taken inside, you set everything out on the kitchen island before calling everyone in. They all flood in with towels wrapped around their waists, and none of the men will serve themselves until you and Rhea have made up your plates first. So while you and Rhea take a seat at the table with full plates, you both watch in amusement as they moan and groan about the smell, practically salivating when they take their own seats with their own plates of food.

Dinner ended up being quite the affair, and you were very glad that you had cooked up more steaks than Jey deemed necessary. Apparently his brothers and cousin could really chow down.

Then after dinner and deciding to let the dishwasher get a workout, everyone takes a moment to let their food settle in their stomachs before heading back outside. Instead of the pool, however, they sink into the hot tub.

Drinks are passed around again and the last thing you remember is laughing uncontrollably with this group of people before everything goes dark.

When you wake up, you have a throbbing headache. But not only that, your mouth feels extremely gross, and you want nothing more than to brush your teeth and eat a mountain of breakfast foods. You take a moment to just lay there and wait for the room to stop spinning, and when it does do you take notice of the weight across your stomach. Slowly, you glance to your right and find Jey sleeping peacefully with his arm draped across you. But for some reason, the bed feels like there's more of a presence in it, and when you glance to your left you can't help but smile.

Next to you and under his own blanket is Jimmy, and then on his other side are Rhea and Damian who are sharing a blanket of their own. You're not sure how you all ended up here, but you carefully extricate yourself from the bed to get some answers. You're still in your bikini and you have a feeling everyone else is still in their swimsuits as well, so you know you're gonna have to do laundry so your bedding doesn't smell like chlorine.

After grabbing a pair of baggy sweatpants, a sports bra, and a pair of socks, you take the quickest shower you've ever taken to get the pool smell off of you and brush your teeth. You wring out as much water as you can from your hair, run a towel through it to soak up some more, and then run your fingers through the strands before tying it up in a messy bun just to keep it all off your neck.

As you pad downstairs and into your kitchen, you find Solo and Roman looking through the cabinets. You take a moment to watch them, grinning when you hear Solo quietly moan about wanting coffee, but not knowing where anything is.

"Two cabinets to your left." Solo jerks in surprise and you grin, walking to the cabinet yourself to grab the coffee grounds. You grab the grounds and filters, handing them off to Solo. "Not that I'm mad about it, but what the hell are you guys doing here?"

Roman's chuckle makes you turn around to face him. "You don't remember?"

"Unfortunately, no. I remember a lot of laughing in the hot tub and then sleeping." You squint your eyes a little, flashes of the night coming back. "Was there dancing?"

Solo snorts as he prepares a pot of coffee. "Do not check your Instagram."

"Aww, man. Who gave me the hard stuff to drink?"

"Your cousin."

"Dominik said you're very family orientated and that you needed last night," Roman says. "Rhea kept you supplied with margaritas, Jey and Jimmy took over the music and there was a dancing competition, your cousin decided shots was a good idea, then you got affectionate like a cat on Jey's lap-" you wince in embarrassment, "-and once the weepiness set in, Dom cut you off."

"And where is my idiot cousin?"

"Back at the hotel. He didn't drink like everyone else did. Solo, Jimmy, and I were capable of driving, but no one wanted to risk it with Smackdown in a couple of days."

"Jey jumped at the chance to bunk with you and Damian, and then Rhea volunteered as well. Jimmy, Roman, and I drew straws, and the shortest one had to bunk in your bed with everyone."

You giggle. "Poor Jimmy."

Solo grins. "He wasn't too mad about it though. He got to slip between you and Rhea."

"But Jey was quick to drag you all the way to the wall to keep Jimmy away from you," Roman muses.

You chuckle, reaching up to rub at your temple as you close your eyes. "Shit, guys. I just met you last night and already I made a terrible first impression."

"Nah, you're good," Roman assures you. "You don't know how bad we needed last night. It's been a while since we were able to unwind and last night was-"

"Exactly what we needed," Solo finishes.

"And besides, it's not everyday we meet a fan that's able to still be normal around us."

You freeze. "Why do you say I'm a fan?"

Roman slowly grins. "Well besides the fact that you have family in the biz, you also spent some time last night doing Ripley's entrance alongside her."

"Oh my god."

"Instagram," Solo says. "Don't check it."

"I hate you guys."

The two men chuckle and your stomach grumbling puts you in motion to make something to eat. Roman helps, pulling out some frozen hash that's in the freezer. He gets that going just as you throw some sausage links into another pan, and then Solo takes over making a huge pan of eggs.

Just as you're setting a plate of toast onto the table, Jimmy comes down. He doesn't say anything, but does grab himself a plate and load it up.

The four of you are quiet as you eat, exhaustion still lingering in everyone.

It isn't until Solo takes it upon himself to clear the table do you realize Jimmy and Roman are staring at you. You squint your eyes at them, then at Solo when he reclaims his seat. "What-"

"What are your intentions with Jey?" Jimmy asks.

You snort, grinning. "What?" Roman chuckles and you glance between the three Samoans. "Is this- is this a shovel talk?"

Jimmy shrugs. "It's not every day that Jey shows genuine interest in someone. We just wanna know where you stand."

Upon realizing just how serious these three are, your smile slowly fades. "I like him. I do," you admit. "It's very rare I connect with someone like I did with Jey…" You trail off.

"But-" Jimmy urges.

"But I literally met him like a day and a half ago! And besides, Jey's life is on the road," you tell them. "Being flirty and affectionate is all that I'm able to give him because if I give more…" You sigh sadly. "If I give more, it's inevitable that feelings will develop on my end, and I won't do that to myself." You pause, letting your words sink in. Your gaze falls to the table and your voice lowers. "As cheesy as it sounds, Jey is my definition of right guy, wrong time."

An arm is slung around your shoulders and then you're pulled into Jimmy's side. "Look at this way, sis. If your unc gets you in, you'll be traveling on the road with us and you can be disgustingly cute with my brother all you want."

"Shut up." You nudge him with your elbow. "Now if you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to sweat out all this alcohol in my system. I'll be in my baby gym while you do whatever you guys wanna do."

Roman starts to stand. "We need to get to the arena and train. Is it cool if we come back later?"

"That's fine. Like I told everyone else, I'm not working until next week. My house is your house."

"Thank you."

As Roman and Jimmy head off to the bathrooms before leaving, Solo surprises you by lingering behind. You smile at him, letting him say whatever's on his mind.

"For what it's worth, I really hope your uncle's serious about getting you into the business. I think my brother really likes you."

"Aw, Solo," you coo. He shakes his head in amusement as you lean in to hug him. "Outside of the ring, you're a good guy. But inside the ring, I'm sad to say that Roman is still my Tribal Chief."

Solo barks out a laugh. As he pulls out of the hug, he asks, "What are you doing Friday night?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Roman and I are gonna have a face to face in the ring. You think you can crack his facade if I get you ringside?"

"Solo," you slowly smirk, "it'll be my genuine pleasure."

End Note: Alright, this was bad. I admit that. But I'm slightly obsessed with these characters. Why are they so handsome?

Spanish translations: Prima/Primo - Cousin. Mi amor - My love. Pendenja - Stupid girl. Estúpida - feminine version for stupid. Hermosa - Beautiful.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Hii everyone! I will be posting Kinktober fics every Monday, Tuesday and Friday during the month of October!! 13 new smut stories will be released coinciding with the airing of RAW, NXT and SmackDown basically. Featured wrestlers will include Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Rhea Ripley (Jhea specifically), Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Solo Sikoa, Zilla Fatu and Jacob Fatu. Happy Kinktober, Y'all.

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MDNI!! 18+!!!

Masterlist/Schedule below the cut!

Day #1 - Thigh Riding, Roman Reigns. (10/1)

🎃 Work

Day #2 - Orgasm Denial, Jey Uso. (10/4)

🎃 Body Say

Day #3 - Pussy Slapping, Zilla Fatu. (10/7)

🎃 Freakend

Day #4 - Human Furniture, Roman Reigns. (10/8)

🎃 Positions

Day #5 - Lap Dance, Jimmy Uso. (10/11)

🎃 Versace On The Floor

Day #6 - Ass Worship, Naomi. (10/14)

🎃 Slumber Party

Day #7 - Nipple Clamps, Solo Sikoa. (10/15)

🎃 Sweetest Pie

Day #8 - Breeding & Marking, Jacob Fatu. (10/18)

🎃 Animals

Day #9 - Collaring, Roman Reigns. (10/21)

🎃 Hrs & Hrs

Day #10 - Bondage, Jey Uso & Rhea Ripley. (10/22)

🎃 Made For Me

Day #11 - Sex Toys, Roman Reigns. (10/25)

🎃 Everyday

Day #12 - Brat Taming, Roman Reigns. (10/28)

🎃 Dangerous Woman

Day #13 - Costumes & Roleplay, Roman Reigns. (10/29)

🎃 Trick Or Treat

Happy Halloween 🦇

[damiansgoodgirll]

here’s an updated wwe masterlist

rhea ripley

damian priest

drew mcintyre

jey uso

la knight

cm punk

jimmy uso

roman reigns

seth rollins

dean ambrose

edge

solo sikoa

the usos (platonic reader)

jhea (jey uso + rhea ripley)

the judgment day / terror twins (platonic reader)

don’t break my heart masterlist :

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 (coming soon)

[caramelcleopatraa]

Me and @hunnidmilly have been motivating each other to write so I'm participating in kinktober :) I'm not going to participate everyday because October is my birthday month (and college) but stillll... stay tuned.

Kinktober Teaser Quotes & Masterlist

Day 1 ! Dirty Talk

Day 2 ! Against a Wall

Day 3 ! Orgasm Denial/Edging

Day 4 ! Lingerie

Day 5 ! Praise

Day 6 ! Thigh Riding

Day 7 “You better hush, or we’ll get caught”

Day 8 “I know you want him too. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you”

Day 9 ! Body Worship

Day 10 “Act like a brat, and i’ll fuck you like a brat”

Day 12 “Please, i need to cum mommy, please please pleasee”

Day 13 “Come suck this dick, mama”

Day 14 “Can't see anything can you? Good. Just relax and let me take care of everything”

Day 16 “Such a little tease aren’t you, pretty girl? Distracting me with your body while I work”

Day 17 “I’m all yours. Mark me. Show everyone i'm yours”

Day 18 “Look at yourself in the mirror baby, that beautiful body”

Day 20 “Come sit on your throne baby. And don't get up until I tell you so”

Day 21 “I need that pussy so bad, sweetheart. Need you here with me”

Day 22 “Want me to fill that pussy up, huh? Give you a baby?”

Day 23 “Aww, I bet you hate in when you can’t touch me. Can you?”

Day 25 “10 more. count them out loud or I start over”

Day 26 “My sweet girl looks so pretty on camera”

Day 27 “Oh, you nasty slut. My nasty little slut"

Day 28 “I love when you dance for me baby”

Day 29 “Can’t wait to rip those clothes off of you ma'am"

Day 31 “I love you”

🏷️ tags :) @murrylove @sassginaswanmills @pixiedust4000

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@saintmagx @jstarr86 @pr3ttiesz

@trentybenty @romansthrone @scarlettnoir01 @tshepisho @rose-bliss @reignsboy19

@2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi

@thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna

@empressdede @badbitchcentralinc

@christinabae @fame-ass-ers

@southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2

@trippinsorrows @sayyestoheav3nn

[ripleylove]

Sole's masterlist 🔮

☆ Rhea ripley

Whatever happens.

rhea being absent in your relationship was taking a toll on you,but,you didn't want her to leave

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Better judgement.

during a hot day of August,you discover you were just another option for Rhea.

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In the safety of your arms.

being a new wrestler is hard,but trying to not fall for Rhea is harder.

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The calm before the storm.

a gentle breeze and a calm morning introduced the calm before the storm. But Rhea is always here for you,in bad and good situations.

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An unexpected announcement.

announcing you and Rhea being parents wasn't something you could do commonly,so you decided to tease them a bit.

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I need just you and nobody else.

while going to the bathroom during raw,a lot of interviewers started to bother you,and you get really upset and overstimulated,but Rhea is always here for you.

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you have nothing to worry about as long as I'm with you.

during the way to meet Rhea's family to tell them you're getting married,you started to get a bit worried,but Rhea is quick to calm you down.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

little spoon/big spoon headcanons; Rhea Ripley.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Drunk in love.

you were exausted after a night out at the club,and your girlfriend Rhea is here to help you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

We're in this together.

even when you're feeling low,Rhea is here for you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

You're okay, sweetheart.

at one of Damian's parties,you get really overwhelmed by the loud music and the screams,so Rhea is here to comfort you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Just the way you are.

while your friend Rhea bought you to your first wrestling show,something goes wrong. But,as always, Rhea handles it her way,secretly receiving a kiss from you

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Daring woman

Rhea, even after a long period of getting to know each other,still didn't open her heart to you,her old and indifferent behaviour taking the best of her,but you still fought for her.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Break of dawn.

you and Rhea were friends with benefits,but you wanted more.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Dating Rhea headcanons.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Sfw alphabet ; Rhea Ripley.

☆ The judgment day.

The light of the group.

Shayna decides to make you feel insecure, but Rhea,Dom,Damian and Finn are here to tell you otherwise.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

The light of the group part 2.

your love for stuffies and candies is immense, and the judgement day always offered to buy some more if you didn't have any.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Passion.

you passion for fashion amazed the judgment day in ways that you can't even imagine.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋

Sunshine.

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

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Hard Mission

after Damian banned candies,you had to invent any way to eat at least of sweetness. (including hiding a jolly rancher in your bra.)

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Say Something.

being ignored by your four partners for sure wasn't great,but the last thing that made your bottled emotions free was the fact that they decided to ditch the date you have been planning since many weeks,and this really made you feel furious.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

☆ Dominik Mysterio.

mami,tu eres solo mia.

even while doing an interview, Dominik always defends you,no one disrespects his mami.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

Safe in my embrace.

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

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

The only reason I smile.

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

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

☆ Santos escobar

Solo tu y yo,y nadie mas.

seeing Elektra being all over Santos,ignited a feeling of jealousy inside you,and you wanted to have your revenge.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

☆ Jey Uso

Show me.

after Jey announced your relationship to the wwe universe,people started to give you mean comments,and Jey's here to show you that you're his one and only love.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

You rock my world.

As Jey and his twin brother Jimmy were eating at a Chinese restaurant,in front of them passed a beautiful girl,that Jey instantly took a liking on.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

☆ the Usos

Double the Trouble

after the twins won the tag team belt,you congratulated jey,and jimmy decided to join on the fun.

⋆ ˚｡⋆𔓘⭒๋࣭

☆ Solo Sikoa

Show all my love for you.

while waiting for your beloved birthday,a confession to your best friend Solo completely change the way you see each other.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

A03 coming soon..

About Me:

Ry here 🤭 I’m 28 years old, Texas born and raised girly, latinaaaa, WWE fan since Attitude Era brooo 👀 I’m also in my junior year of my college journey and I’m majoring in Social Work. I don’t take any requests, I do try to run polls biweekly to see how everyone is responding to my fics. I have one completed and three ongoing. Quite frankly I’m the biggest Quentin Tarantino fan. 🩷 If you have any questions or need help understanding my fanfics, don’t be afraid to message me :)

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Between the Ropes Trilogy

Between The Ropes Soundtrack

In Between the Ropes, a secret love between Jey and Rhea slowly evolves from stolen glances and fleeting moments into a blazing passion that threatens to defy the rules of family and loyalty. As their connection deepens, their choices leave scars not only on their bodies but on their hearts. Amidst the scrutiny of the world around them, they find themselves caught in a love they can’t control, with consequences that reach far beyond their personal desires.

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In Sacrifices, Rhea and Jey are about to welcome a new life into the world, but the excitement of impending parenthood brings with it the resurfacing shadows of Rhea’s traumatic past. Old relationships, unresolved pain, and personal demons test their bond as they face pressures from all sides. Their love is put to the ultimate test as they must confront what it truly means to build a future together, but as Rhea’s history catches up to them, their path forward becomes uncertain.

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The trilogy culminates in Checkmate, where tragedy strikes, leaving Jey to raise their son, Jeyson, alone. Grief-stricken and guilt-ridden, he isolates himself, consumed by the need to protect his son. Meanwhile, Rhea is forced to confront the consequences of her past decisions as she struggles to survive. Both face immense challenges—Jey with his guilt, and Rhea with her fight for redemption. In the end, the question remains: Will their love survive the ultimate test, or will everything they’ve fought for come crashing down, leaving nothing but regret and broken dreams?

Checkmate: is a chess move that makes it impossible for your opponent to win.

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Rating: M for Mature Content

Author’s Note: if you are having difficulty with the timeline, a thorough broken down timeline can be found here.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and storylines depicted in this fanfiction are purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is not affiliated with or endorsed by WWE, its performers, or any other entities related to professional wrestling. The characters are portrayed in a fictional manner and are not representative of the real-life individuals. This fanfiction is told in a non-linear narrative style, with some events presented out of chronological order. Flashbacks, present-day scenes, and future events are woven together to give a deeper understanding of the characters and their journey. Please keep this in mind as you read, as timelines may shift to enhance the emotional and thematic storytelling.

Across The Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x OC Fic.

Across The Ropes follows Zilla Fatu, a 25-year-old aspiring WWE wrestler, haunted by the legacy of his late father's addiction and death. When he meets Dahlia Martinez, a 20-year-old college student with her own painful past, their connection sparks an unexpected emotional and physical bond. Dahlia, a ward of the state who lost her mother to an overdose, struggles with trust and vulnerability. As they spend more time together, they navigate their shared trauma, facing moments of intimacy, miscommunication, and fear of attachment. Their journey explores love, healing, and the challenges of overcoming their pasts to build something real. Can Zilla and Dahlia find a way to embrace their flaws and heal together, or will their scars keep them apart?

This is set in the Between the Ropes universe with mentions of characters from that trilogy.

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Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Plot: When Jey Uso is sidelined by a severe injury, his girlfriend Rhea Ripley is paired with his twin brother, Jimmy, to compete as a team. Their growing in-ring chemistry soon extends outside the ring, complicating relationships as Jimmy’s professional admiration turns into an unhealthy obsession. WWE capitalizes on their dynamic for a storyline, fueling Jimmy’s possessiveness and straining Rhea’s bond with Jey. Caught between the brothers and the pressures of WWE’s narrative, Rhea faces tough choices that blur the line between fiction and reality, threatening her relationship and career. Will Jey and Rhea’s connection survive the chaos?

This is told in an alternative Wrestling Universe with some elements that have happened incorporated..

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Power: a Bloodline x Rhea Ripley *COMPLETE*

Plot: Demi Bennett is caught in a complex and dark dynamic with a group of powerful men—Jonathan, Joe, Joseph, and Joshua—each exerting different forms of control and influence over her. As the tension between them escalates, Demi is pushed to her emotional and physical limits, struggling to reconcile the pain, vulnerability, and occasional tenderness that exists within the power dynamics. As she endures the intense experiences thrust upon her, Demi must navigate her own desires, fears, and a growing conflict over whether to continue down this dangerous path or attempt to escape the grip of those who dominate her life.

A/N This fic was taken down after excessive bullying but after a break and some helpful contributors it is back.

This story falls into the dark romance genre and includes non con/reluctance themes that may be triggering and unsuitable for some readers. This is a work of fiction and I in no way advocate for this type of thing in real life. All characters are operating under the PRICK acronym, Personal responsibility in consensual kink. If this is not for you please keep scrolling.

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Marilyn Monroe: a Jhea fanfic.

WARNING: This fanfiction explores sensitive themes, including mental health struggles, trauma, mentions of past sexual abuse, suicidal ideation, and things of that nature. Moving forward this fanfiction will contain intense emotional moments and depictions of characters navigating complex personal challenges such as suicide attempts & self harm. This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the real life characters or lives of any individuals depicted in this story. Please proceed with caution, and if you or someone you know is struggling, consider seeking support from a trusted professional or helpline. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255 & 988

Plot: Jey and Rhea are two broken souls who meet at a support group after separate suicide attempts. They form an intense, volatile connection, finding solace in each other's pain. But as their relationship deepens, they realize their love could either pull them toward healing or push them further into their destructive tendencies.

Themes of: suicide, self harm, mental health, recounts of suicide attempts.

Please proceed with caution in reading this fanfic.

[usoinked]

🥀𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒰𝓈𝑜𝐼𝓃𝓀𝑒𝒹𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃🥀

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Though I’m not really a people person, definitely reach out still! If it’s anything dealing with the bloodline we most definitely can have a conversation. I also don’t just write bloodline fics, sometimes I can and will go outside of that for a little while if I feel like there’s a pairing I like or if I get a sudden idea!

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JEY USO

- You’re Mine, I Walk The Line

- Request #1

- Behind Closed Doors (JHEA)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ JIMMY USO

- Break Up Sex

- Blood in the Water (Solo Jimmy fic)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THE USOS

- Request #1

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ROMAN REIGNS

- Him & I

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOLO SIKOA

- Acknowledge Him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ZILLA FATU

- Unfinished Business

- You Were a Dream

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TAMA TONGA

- Request #1

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ RHEA RIPLEY

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CODY RHODES

Divider credit to @dollywons ♥️

[svld99]

Oh Drew you have done messed up. Between Roman, Jimmy and Rhea, you are about to be out for a while when the three of them get their hands on you. 

[eringobragh420]

This list is open for ALL the wrestlers on the list of who I write for, which can be found here. If you want someone not listed, go ahead and send an ask because I might have just forgot them. REQUESTS CLOSED. ❎ already requested KINKS UNDER THE CUT

🎀 ANAL 🎀 STRAP ON 🎀 CNC (consensual nonconsensual) 🎀 PREGNANCY 🎀 A/B/O DYNAMICS 🎀 SLAVERY (willing) ❎ DADDY KINK (Bron Breakker x f!Reader) 🎀 COCK WORSHIP 🎀 BITING 🎀 STRIPTEASE ❎ CHEATING (Roman Reigns x f!Reader) 💎 MUSCLE WORSHIP (Gunther x f!Reader 18+) ❎ BEGGING (Jon Moxley x f!Reader) 🎀 SPANKING 🎀 HIGH/DRUNK SEX ❎ DACRYPHILIA (Jon Moxley x f!Reader - author pick) 🎀 CAR SEX 🎀 VIRGINITY 🎀 VOYEURISM 🎀 TATTOOS ❎ BRAT-TAMING (Jey Uso x plus size!f!Reader) 🎀 TIED-UP/RESTRAINED 🎀 POWER IMBALANCE 🎀 DEGRADATION 🎀 SPITTING 🎀 PRAISE 🎀 IMPACT PLAY ❎ DUMBIFICATION (dom!Rhea Ripley x sub!Tiffany Stratton) 🎀 KEEPING QUIET 🎀 CUCKOLDING 🎀 SIZE KINK 🎀 FACE-SITTING 🎀 ON SOMEONE ELSE'S BED 🎀 FINGERING/HANDJOB AT FAMILY GATHERING ❎ CHURCH (Jey Uso x f!Reader) 🎀 BDSM 🎀 SIR KINK 🎀 FACIALS 🎀 FIGHT SEX 🎀 BLACKMAIL 🎀 AGE GAP/PLAY (always over 18, probably over 21) 🎀 HAIR-PULLING ❎ ACAROPHILIA (Seth Rollins x f!Reader) 💎 PANTY-SNIFFING (Dexter Lumis x f!Reader 18+) 🎀 PARTNER SWAP 🎀 VICARPHILIA (arousal from someone else's experience) 🎀 PET PLAY 🎀 TITTY-FUCK 🎀 CORRUPTION ❎ REQUESTER'S CHOICE (brat-taming Damian Priest x f!Reader)

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Another Complicated Love Story

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

Chapter 2 Part 2 | Masterlist

CW mentions sex, fluff

Author’s Note: Rhea’s dreams at the end are related to the last movie they watch in case you haven’t seen it.

Chapter 3: Girls’ Night

Saturday, December 7, 2024

“Rhea!!!” Naomi cheered after she opened the door.

“Naomi!!!” Rhea replied excitedly. They hugged. Naomi moved to the side to let Rhea and Jey in.

“Hi Jey,” Naomi said matter-of-factly.

“Hi Naomi,” Jey said. “Nice to see you too.”

“I see you all the time,” Naomi said. “Big Momma! We’re gonna have fun.”

Jimmy greeted Rhea and Jey. Jey set Rhea’s bag down by the couch. Rhea was looking forward to hanging out with Naomi. It had been a while since she had a girls night, not to mention a sleepover. Jey and Jimmy would be going over to Jey’s to hang out and they would spend the night there. Jimmy still had to take it easy with his broken toe. Rhea ignored the tiny ache of sadness in her heart. She and Jey had been inseparable since Thursday. This would be their first night apart. She felt ridiculous for being even a little sad.

Rhea stood close to Jey in the kitchen while he got the two of them something to drink. Naomi and Jimmy were in the kitchen not too far away from them mumbling something. Jey handed her a glass of lemonade.

“Thanks,” Rhea said, smiling. She took a sip.

Jey smiled and drank from his glass.

“Oh y’all finally had sex,” Naomi said.

Jey made a weird gurgling sound and started coughing. He put down his glass. Rhea looked wide eyed between Jey and Naomi. Her face went red.

Naomi held out her hand and Jimmy sighed. He pulled out his wallet and gave her a twenty dollar bill.

“How did you know?” Rhea asked. She pushed down a memory of a similar conversation she had had with her mom a long time ago.

“Y’all are moving differently now,” Naomi said. “Y’all are both way more relaxed. Anyone with eyes can see it.”

“Not me,” Jimmy said. “I lost $20. I also said not to say anything right now.”

“Are you okay?” Rhea asked Jey. She rubbed his back.

He nodded. “Well, maybe we should head out, Jim.”

“Yeah especially since y’all were late,” Naomi said. “Is that what y’all were doing?”

Rhea looked at the floor, trying not to laugh. Because that was, in fact, why they were late. Jey rolled his eyes.

“Nae, you gotta chill,” Jey said.

“I’m sorry,” Naomi said, holding her hands up.

“Don’t let her bully you,” Jey said, pulling Rhea to him, his hands resting on her hips.

“I won’t,” Rhea said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Have fun.”

“You too,” he said.

They kissed and Rhea felt the ache in her heart grow a little bit.

“See you in the morning,” he said. Rhea could tell he was gonna miss her too.

“Bye,” Rhea said.

Naomi hugged and kissed Jimmy goodbye and the boys were off.

“So things are going well?” Naomi said as they sat on the couch.

Rhea sat down next to her, lemonade in hand.

“Yep,” Rhea said, smiling.

“Are y’all official yet?” Naomi asked, grinning.

“No,” Rhea said.

Naomi let out an exasperated sigh and Rhea laughed.

“We’re just not ready yet. Or maybe it’s more on me,” Rhea said. “But it’ll happen soon.”

“Don’t let me or anyone else pressure you. I’m just rooting for y’all.”

“Thanks Nae,” Rhea said. “How are things with you and Jimmy?”

“They’re good,” Naomi said. “I can’t complain.”

“Sorry about your match yesterday. You know Jey and I were rooting for you.”

“Thanks, Big Momma. I’m not worried. My time is coming.”

“We’ll both be holding gold soon,” Rhea said.

Naomi put her arm around Rhea’s shoulders. “Can’t wait to see you kick Raquel’s ass on Monday. That will make me feel better.”

Rhea laughed. “I got you.”

“So are we still watching these movies? Smile 2 and Meet Me Next Christmas?”

“Yep,” Rhea agreed.

“Wait, let’s get comfy first.”

They went and changed into their pajamas and Naomi pulled out some blankets. They settled into the couch. They played Smile 2 first. Naomi was jumping and holding onto Rhea, but at the end, Naomi said she actually liked it.

While getting popcorn and wine ready for the next movie, Jimmy and Jey sent them some silly pictures. They were grilling by Jey’s apartment. The food did look good. Naomi texted Jimmy, telling him to bring home a plate.

Jey sent Rhea a message: Missing you already 🖤

Rhea smiled and replied: Missing you too 💙

“Now I have those goofy pictures don’t have you smiling like that,” Naomi said.

“He said missing you already. I told him I missed him too,” Rhea said.

“Aww y’all are so cute! You really like him.”

“I love him,” Rhea said, staring at her phone. When she realized what she said, her head snapped up at Naomi, who was standing there with her mouth open.

“I didn’t…I-I…don’t say anything, please Naomi,” Rhea said. “I haven’t said that to him.”

“I promise I won’t tell,” Naomi said.

“Not even a hint?” Rhea asked, holding out her pinky.

“Not even a hint,” Naomi agreed, linking her pinky with Rhea’s.

“Besides, it’s way too early,” Rhea said, after they separated. “We’re not even together.” She gulped down a lot of red wine.

Instead of placing the bottle back in the fridge, Naomi refilled Rhea’s glass.

“If that’s how you feel, that’s how you feel,” Naomi said. “Life is short and the world’s a little wild…I’m not rushing you. I’m just saying.”

Rhea ate some popcorn and sighed. She couldn’t believe she said that. She had thought it a few times when she and Jey were together, but she never imagined it would just slip out like that.

As Rhea and Naomi settled into the couch for the rom com, she tried to ignore the nervousness she felt. Rhea was wondering what would happen if she slipped up in front of Jey? She should just tell him now? What if he ran?

Naomi touched Rhea’s shoulder and Rhea’s thoughts quieted. She looked at Naomi.

“I know rom coms aren’t your favorite, but we just started the movie and you look like you’re gonna vomit. What’s wrong? Is it the L-word situation?”

Rhea nodded. “What if I say it in front of Jey?”

“What if he says it back?” Naomi asked.

Rhea felt a knot form in her stomach. “I’m just not ready.”

Love meant a serious relationship. Love meant trust. And betrayal and heartbreak loomed nearby. But she could trust Jey. She did trust him. Didn’t she?

“Forget Jey. Jimmy who? This is girls night. Let’s watch this rom com cuz it’s been on my list. And then we can do some karaoke. I’ll even be brave and let you put on another scary movie.”

Rhea smiled. “I’m good. Karaoke does sound fun though.”

“Bet,” Naomi said.

They watched the rom com. Tipsy on wine and full of popcorn, they pulled up karaoke songs and sang and danced for a good hour.

Naomi ordered some wings and fries. They let Law and Order SVU reruns play while waiting for the food, trying to decide their final movie for the night.

“Ooo have you seen Everything, All Over?” Naomi asked.

“That’s a movie?” Rhea asked, laughing.

“No, it’s...Everything, Everywhere, All…at Once?”

“No.”

“It’s great. You’ll love it. If we stay awake,” Naomi said.

“Cool. Let’s watch it.”

Naomi fell asleep halfway through the movie. Rhea enjoyed it. It was surprisingly heartwarming even if it was a little weird, but Rhea liked weird. Rhea’s eyes felt heavy as the credits started rolling. They hadn’t planned on sleeping the couch, but fortunately it was big and comfortable. Jimmy and Jey were talking them out for breakfast tomorrow. She smiled thinking about Jey. She fell asleep and dreamed about her and Jey having hot dog fingers. Then they were both rocks and a little bubble appeared above his head that said “I love you.” A bubble appeared above Rhea’s head that said “You rock.”