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acknowledge-reigns · 5 months ago

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Point Of View (Poly!Jimmy Uso x Naomi x OC) | 18+!!! SMUT

Description: Jimmy and Naomi have been married for 10 years. When their recently added third, Kira, needs help seeing herself from their POV, they're eager to show her.

Warnings: Established Dom/Switch/sub dynamic, Daddy/Mommy kink, mention of orgasm denial as punishment, fingering, nipple play, petnames, mention of injury, doubts and reassurance, praise, threesome, poly!Jimmy and Naomi.

Song: POV by Ariana Grande

Face Claim: Coco Jones

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MDNI!! THIS STORY INCLUDES SMUT. AS ALWAYS MY STORIES ARE KAYFABE COMPLAINT TO SOME EXTENT AND DO NOT DEPICT REAL PEOPLE.

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Sometimes it is easy for Kira to feel like a third wheel. Not because anyone intentionally made her feel that way but when you constantly hang around wrestlers and well... You aren't a wrestler, it's easy to feel that way.

Add onto that the fact that she's in a poly relationship with a married couple that had been together 14 years. She had just joined them about a year ago. Jimmy and Naomi both made her feel just as loved. She just felt to some extinct she couldn't relate to them the way they relate to each other at times.

It wasn't that Kira didn't have the desire to be a wrestler. She'd actually started training when she was 18 or so with Booker T's 'Reality Of Wrestling' in her hometown Houston, Texas, which is where she originally met Jimmy and Jey.

They were close friends back then, nothing more.

One split second miscalculation led to an awful neck injury and that was all it took to injure her to the point of never even getting to make her television debut. With her future in ring out the window, she stayed on with Booker T who became somewhat of a father figure, and under his wing she learned how to run a promotion.

Years later this led to her becoming GM for TNA Impact, where Naomi, performing under the name Trinity Fatu at the time was Knockouts World Champion. The two hit it off, eventually Kira realized Trin was married to her old friend from ROW and they all grew closer and closer until one day the couple sat her down, explained that they were poly and that they both had developed feelings for her. And the rest was history.

It became a pretty fun dynamic. Kira was a sub. A bratty sub, but a sub nonetheless. Naomi was a switch. Domme to Kira but submissive to Jimmy, who was a Dom.

Naomi was a very nurturing, caregiver type Domme which Kira loved. There was nothing like brating until she pissed Daddy off and got spanked then got cuddles from Mommy. Jimmy was the type of Dom that didn't take himself too seriously. He wasn't afraid to joke around and could always make his girls laugh, even durring an intense scene.

When Naomi returned to WWE she brought Kira along with her who served as sort of an assistant to Nick Aldis, but eventually took his place running Smackdown altogether due to Roman and The Rock deciding around wrestlemania that someone connected to the bloodline needed to be GM. Jimmy volunteered her, not that she had minded.

Kira lay in bed, sandwiched between Jimmy and Naomi in their hotel room after Smackdown.

Kira snuggled closer to Jimmy, feeling his strong tattooed arms around her. He kissed the top of her head, and she felt a rush of warmth and affection.

"You okay, babygirl?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. "You seem a little quiet tonight."

Kira sighed softly, not wanting to burden him with her feelings. "I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired, I guess."

Jimmy frowned, sensing that something was off. "You know you can talk to us, right?" he said, his hand gently stroking her arm.

"It's nothing, Daddy." Kira lied. Naomi quirked a brow not believing it one bit.

"No lying, baby. Don't make us have to punish you." Naomi responded.

"The truth, or you won't cum for a week." Jimmy added.

Kira hesitated for a moment, then decided to open up to them. "I just... sometimes I feel like I don't fit in with you guys," she admitted. "You're both wrestlers, and I'm just... not. I don't have the same experiences or knowledge as you do, and it makes me feel a little left out sometimes."

Jimmy listened attentively, his expression understanding. "I'm sorry you feel that way, babygirl," he said, his voice gentle. "We never meant to make you feel left out. We love you just the way you are."

Naomi, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. "Kira, you're an important part of our relationship," she said. "We wouldn't be where we are without you. We love you for who you are, not for what you do."

Kira felt a lump form in her throat as she heard their words. She knew they loved her, but sometimes it was hard to shake off those feelings of inadequacy.

"I know you do," she said, her voice soft. "And I love you both too. I just... sometimes I wish I could relate to you more, you know? Like when you talk about your matches or whatever."

Jimmy nodded, he remembered that day in training when it happened, when Kira landed wrong on her neck and her hopes of a wrestling career died. He could see the pain on her face even now.

Naomi reached out and took Kira's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We understand, babygirl," she said. "And we're here to support you through whatever you're feeling. We know how much wrestling meant to you, and we're sorry that it didn't work out the way you hoped."

Jimmy nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with empathy. "We'll always be here for you, no matter what," he said. "We love you, and we want you to be happy."

Kira felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as she looked at the two people she loved most in the world. She knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what challenges came their way.

"Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you both so much."

Naomi leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "We love you too, babygirl," she said. "And we'll always be here to help you feel included and loved."

Jimmy wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling them close. "Forever and always," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "Naomi, what do you say we reward our princess for opening up to us?" Jimmy asked, "I'm tryna make her scream so loud we get kicked out the damn hotel." He added, his trademark humor making an appearance.

Naomi grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I like the way you think," she said. "I think our princess deserves a little extra attention tonight."

Kira felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she looked at the two of them. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

Jimmy leaned in and whispered something in Naomi's ear, causing her to giggle. "Oh, I like that idea," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Kira's heart raced as she watched the two of them exchange a knowing look. She had no idea what they were planning, but she was already feeling the heat of anticipation.

Jimmy and Naomi both turned their attention to Kira, their eyes filled with desire. "Are you ready, princess?" Jimmy asked, his voice low and seductive.

Naomi reached out and ran a finger down Kira's arm, sending another shiver through her body. "We're going to make you feel so good," she said, her voice sultry. "Just relax and let Mommy and Daddy take care of you."

Kira's breath hitched as she felt their hands on her body, their touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes and let herself surrender to their touch, trusting them completely.

Jimmy and Naomi worked in perfect harmony, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her body. They whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was and how much they loved her. Reminding her that she was their good girl.

As they continued to lavish attention on her, Kira felt herself becoming more and more aroused. She could feel the heat building between her legs.

Jimmy's hands roamed over her body, his touch firm and possessive. Naomi's lips trailed kisses down her neck, her tongue flicking out to tease her sensitive skin.

Kira moaned softly, arching her back as Jimmy's fingers found her most sensitive spot, circuling her clit. Naomi moved lower as well, her lips and tongue exploring the curves of her body.

Jimmy's mouth found hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he claimed her lips. Naomi's hands were everywhere, caressing and stroking her in all the right places.

Kira felt like she was in a haze of pleasure, her body trembling with need. She could feel the tension building inside her, and she knew that she was close to the edge.

Jimmy's fingers moved faster, in and out, curling inside her, his touch driving her wild. Naomi's mouth was hot and wet against her skin, and she could feel her orgasm building with each passing moment as Naomi sucked one of her sensitive nipples into her mouth.

With a gasp, Kira finally reached her peak, her body shuddering with pleasure. Jimmy and Naomi held her close, their arms wrapped around her as she rode out the waves of her climax.

"You're so beautiful when you come," Jimmy whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "We love seeing you like this."

Naomi nuzzled her neck, her lips brushing against her skin. "We'll never get tired of making you feel good, princess," she said. "You're ours."

Kira lay there, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt loved and cherished, surrounded by the two people who meant the most to her in the world.

Jimmy and Naomi lay on either side of her, their arms wrapped around her protectively. They showered her with kisses and sweet words. Kira couldn't help the giddy feeling that had come over her, she loved being taken care of by her Doms.

Kira felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she lay there with them. She knew that there would be challenges and obstacles in their relationship, but she also knew that they would face them together.

Jimmy and Naomi had a way of making her feel like she belonged, like she was a part of something special. Kira snuggled closer to them, feeling safe and loved in their embrace.

Jimmy and Naomi held her tightly, their bodies warm and comforting. They talked softly, their voices filled with affection and tenderness.

"I love you both so much," Kira whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world."

Jimmy and Naomi both smiled, their eyes filled with love. "We love you too, princess," Jimmy said as Naomi lovingly played with Kira's hair. "And we'll always be here to remind you just how special you are."

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thlayli-ra · 2 months ago

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you did ask for la knight whump so... la knight + concussion/exhaustion? 🥺

So Erase, I know that you gave me this lovely prompt expecting Knight to be the one concussed/exhausted but, thing is, I really love squeezing him into the middle of things. Like, say... a severely concussed Scotsman and an exhausted Chicagoan...

Trick - 'Concussion/Exhaustion'

Characters - LA Knight, CM Punk, Drew McIntyre

Rating - Mature

Warning Tags - Smut, Forced Stripping, Cock-Warming, Dub-Con/Non-Con (but Knight is kinda into it)

See, the problem with LA Knight was that he had a bad habit of inserting himself into situations he really had no business being in. Like right now, for instance, not that he was complaining. There were great swathes of the internet who would kill to be in his position at that very moment.

He didn't really mean to end up in this predicament - he hadn't even featured on the card for Bad Blood, but he figured that since he was US Champion, he should probably show face and scout out any potential contenders for his title. But then, walking the backstage area after the PLE, he heard raised voices coming from an open door and stumbled upon what appeared to be a backstage altercation (or at least that's what they called incidents involving CM Punk these days) in progress. To his credit though, Punk wasn't the aggressor, if anything, he looked to be on the brink of collapse. His eyelids were half-closed, he swayed on unsteady legs and may have fallen flat on his face any minute if it hadn't been for Drew McIntyre's hand on his chin, pinning him against the wall.

Drew on the other hand, was all manic aggression. Barking down at Punk with his fingers digging into the older man's jawline, his other balled fist raised. It looked to Knight as if the whole thing was about to descend into violence any second so he bravely - selflessly, some might even say - rushed in to break things up. The last thing either of these dummies needed was yet another suspension.

Thing is, though, that of the three men, he was the shortest (though only by a single inch in Punk's case) and Drew was a big bastard of six foot five and two hundred and seventy-five pounds of solid muscle with the temperament of a supremely stubborn mule so if he didn't want to move, then he would not budge. So in trying to break the two men apart, Knight didn't so much create space as just kinda wedge himself tight between both men's sticky, blood-sweat bodies.

'Come on now guys, that's enough,' he tried to asset his authority but found to his irritation that neither man was listening. Drew wasn't even registering him at all, his only focus being Punk.

'You think I'm done with you?' Drew roared, pushing against Knight who consequently did an excellent job of squashing poor Punk against the brick wall. 'Not a chance! It's only over when I say, it's over.'

'Hey. HEY! Galloway!' Knight snapped his fingers in front of the big man's face to catch his attention. Drew snapped out of his frenzy and went still. Well, not quite still, he too was swaying albeit more gently than Punk. Knight recognised the vacant look in the Scotsman's eyes and realised the guy was completely out of it, concussed out of his skull. Probably something to do with that massive crevice in his head that had been crudely fastened together again with a slew of staples.

Those cloudy eyes stared at Knight's hand, mesmerised and followed it as Knight moved it towards his face, like some giant cat watching a toy on the end of a string, until, at last, their gazes met, blue on blue, and Drew gave a start as if he'd only just realised that Knight was even there.

'There you go,' Knight smiled softly. 'You remember me, don'tcha Galloway? We go way back, right? Back in TNA, when we were The Rising? You remember that?'

Drew's head wobbled, his eyelids slowly and asymmetrically blinking down then opening up again. 'Aye,' he said at last, his words slurring through his clumsy lips. 'Aye, I remember.'

'Yeah, we had some good times back then, didn't we?'

'Aye,' Drew said again, the corner of his mouth curling until he grinned like a merry drunk (not that he drank anything alcoholic these days) then one eye squinted, turning his goofy grin into a filthy leer. Right when Knight believed he was taking control of the situation, it was his chin being grabbed in Drew's large hand. Lifting the self-proclaimed Megastar's face up, Drew looked it all over with his bleary eyes and toothy smirk. 'Really good times.'

Things were getting a little too cosy for Knight's liking so he tried to sprint to the finish line and get the behemoth out of there. 'Uh yeah. So why don't we get you back to the Trainer's Room for a little head injury assessment there and leave Punk here to-' Knight became aware of fingers scuttling over his hips, grasping the bottom of his muscle tee and teasing it up. He quickly grabbed the hem and rammed it back down. 'Hey, hey! You mind, back there? I'm tryna save your ass here, Punk, so the least you can do is keep your damn hands to yourself.'

But then, it was Drew's hands misbehaving, his thumb finding Knight's bottom lip and stroking it back and forth. 'Good times...'

'Yeah, right. Look, I get it, you two are still on a high cause let's face it, you put on one hell of a spectacle out there. Match of the night if you ask me, and probably should have gone on last. You're both sore and you've lost...' he glanced over the crimson mask on Drew's face '..a lot of blood, you're both a bit fired up, but now's really not the time for this kind of-'

'He talks too much' a ragged voice piped up next to Knight's ear. 'Is there some way of shutting him up.'

'Aye, there is.' Both sides of Drew's lips slid up his cheek, making his smile full-on wicked. He sprang forward before Knight could protest and covered the smaller man's mouth with his own, shoving his tongue in to gag him. It took a moment or two for Knight to get over the initial shock but then he started to fight back, pushing against Drew's chest to force him off. Down below, the fingers were at his shirt again, lifting it up and he felt the cool air tickle the skin of his stomach and he had to give up the battle with Drew to grab it back down again.

'Urgh,' Punk's breath puffed in Knight's ear as he groaned moodily. 'Drewww...'

Drew was all too happy to help his nemesis out and without breaking the hold he had on Knight's lips, he dug his fingers into the low collar of the Megastar's muscle tee then tore it clean off his torso as easily and as carelessly as a kid ripping his Christmas presents open. Knight jumped, suddenly naked from the waist up and before things got any worse, he ramped up his efforts to escape. Hooking a forearm under Drew's chin he pushed straight into his windpipe, all while whipping his head from side-to-side to free himself from the Scot's clutches.

Warm breath tickled Knight's ear again. Punk was laughing. 'He's feisty. I see why you like him.'

To Knight's dismay, his struggles didn't work and he soon had Drew coiling his titanic hands around both of his wrists and thrusting them up against the wall on either side of his head (no doubt flattening Punk behind him even more, not that the tattooed man seemed to care). Securely pinned to the wall, Knight could do nothing to stop Drew assaulting his mouth

..and then things only got worse!

With his shirt gone, Punk's fingers down below started pawing at his gym shorts. The Megastar squirmed and bucked to throw him off but he was fighting a losing battle, only delaying the inevitable. He could feel the hands fumble with the knots of his ties and when they held fast, they gave up and instead tried to push the shorts down. After a few weak tugs, another moan huffed in his ear.

'McIntyre...'

It was weird how Drew knew exactly what to do, like he could read Punk's mind. Maybe Knight had got this all wrong, maybe that 'altercation' he had witnessed was just a part of their game and he had walked right in, unwillingly joining in as player number three. Keeping a firm hold of Knight's wrists, Drew guided them down to his waist and transferred them into Punk's care. The Chicagoan's grip was weak from exhaustion and Knight could see a glimpse of light, an opportunity to flee.

However, Drew was less eager to withdraw his control over Knight's lips. The Scot kept swirling his large tongue around Knight's mouth, targeting the older man's tongue and goading it playfully. It was only when Punk cleared his throat impatiently, that Drew reigned himself back in, giving one last pull of Knight's lips and pulled back slowly, leaving a delicate trail of saliva joining them.

Blue eyes met blue. One pair sharp and focused and indignant. The other cloudy and blown and giddy. The latter sank out of sight as Drew got down onto his knees. Grabbing hold of Knight's shorts, he hauled them down his large thighs, over his knees and bunched them around the older man's ankles and in that moment, Knight saw the door, saw it slightly ajar, sweet liberty just beyond the frame. All it would take would be a hard jerk and he would break out of Punk's fatigued grip, a leap over Drew, couple of steps and he would be away, a free man.

'Hey, he has on his smoking boxers,' Drew's voice broke Knight away from his plans. 'Can you see them, Punky?'

The eldest of their party huffed, his warm breath now at the base of Knight's neck. 'Can't see a fucking thing up here, Drew.' Grumpy old man sounded like he needed a nap.

'They're so tight and tiny,' Drew went on, dreamily, 'and such a bonnie shade of blue.'

Knight hitched a breath. Drew had hooked both of his index fingers into the underseam of his briefs and was stroking them all the way back and to the front again, getting dangerously close to his bulge. 'I remember this one day at his place back in Hollywood, the sun was rising outside and I saw him standing on his balcony, leaning on the rail with his cigar in hand, wearing only these and a silver chain around his neck. I wish you could have seen it Punk, he was... beautiful.'

Knight's eyelids fluttered, trying to process the Scot's confession. He looked over to the open door, contemplating his chance to escape. And faltered.

'Yeah, sounds real nice,' Punk just sounded impatient. Or maybe he was feeling a little jealous but that could have been Knight's imagination. 'Hey, Los Angeles Knight here used to do that softcore wrestling porn, didn't he? That BG East shit, right?' The abrupt change in tone was jarring and Knight's head was spinning, especially considering that Drew was still playing with the seams of his briefs, the giant cat entranced with a new plaything. 'You ever seen that shit, Drew?'

Drew didn't even look like he was listening, stroking his fingers back and forth all while humming some unknown tune, like he was in the middle of meditation down there, chanting a mantra.

Focus! The open door, the open door! He could do it, he could get away but he needed to do it now!

'Oh, God!' Knight gasped when Drew buried his face against Knight's bulge and nuzzled it cutely with his nose. His lips began to kiss his sack, sloppy, obscene things that dampened the front of his underwear. There was another sensation too. Something soft and firm prodding into him from behind. Punk's semi-hard boner was gently rutting into the cleft between his ass cheeks with only the paper-thin fabric of Knight's briefs and Punk's trunks holding him back.

'Ok, fellas, that's... this is really not what, I...' Knight stopped to consider that maybe, possibly, perhaps, he didn't want to escape. After all, he was just the poor, blue-eyed babyface in peril, outnumbered by two sadistic heels in a handicap match. So he put on his most pathetic, beaten-down face and gave a couple of feeble tugs on his snared wrists to emulate a struggle from his terrible predicament.

Punk replied by squeezing his wrists tighter. 'Oh, he doesn't like that, Drew,' he sneered, and Knight couldn't tell if he had clocked the game and was playing along or was being deadly serious, but then, blurring that line had always been Punk's schtick. 'Keep it up.'

The Scot obeyed, opening his mouth up wide, almost swallowing Knight's entire bulge in and held it there, nothing more, just keeping his dick and balls nice and warm and moist while Punk continued to thrust his hips, humping him from behind. Damn, it felt so good. Knight's body was shuddering into life, starting to react and grow but all of this was only foreplay, a bit of teasing. He needed something more. He needed Drew to start sucking him, or licking him, pull his dick out and slurp on it like a lolly pop, fucking bite him! Anything! Anything but this torturous cock-warming.

He bucked his hips forward, tried to push himself further into Drew's mouth but he still didn't do anything and the fabric of Knight's boxers were now sopping wet and clinging to his growing dick and it felt delicious but he needed so much more. Letting out a grunt of frustration, Knight tried to appeal to his captors. 'Look, you've both got me, great, now just do something with me.'

Punk's voice tutted in his ear and pulled back on his wrists. 'Tsk tsk, the greenhorn is trying to call the shots.'

Knight bristled at the moniker. 'Hey, look, I know I was only called up a couple years back but I aint no greenhorn-'

Punk yanked on his wrists again, cutting him off. 'Guess we've gotta remind this rookie how things are done around here.'

'Go ahead! You talk the big talk now walk the big walk and show me! YEAH! Or do neither of you have enough tingle in your loins to tangle with the Megastar.'

'Urgh,' Punk groaned, 'he's doing his own catchphrases now. Drew...'

It was like honestly like magic, or conditioning or something because Drew instantly understood his instructions and followed them, taking back ownership of Knight's wrists to free Punk's hands. One (unsurprisingly) clamped over his mouth, while the other (a little surprisingly) snaked its way around Knight's ribs to cup a feel of his ample pec. In spite of himself, Knight arched up his bushy brows, letting out a needy groan for some friction at last.

'That's more like it,' Punk sighed, slumping further down the wall, inadvertently pulling Knight with him until his knees were bent and his hips jutted out at an awkward angle. 'I prefer when he makes these kind of noises. Should I make him whimper again, Drew?'

Drew said nothing, his mouth still hanging open over Knight's cock and balls. For a moment, Knight panicked, thinking Drew had passed out from his head injury and needed urgent medical attention but when he tried to jerk his wrists free, the Scotsman tightened his grip, reassuring him that he was ok.

With one predicament over, another immediately presented itself. Behind him, Punk was still dry-humping his clothed ass-crack like an automaton that was on the last of its dying batteries. With his arm around Knight's chest to keep him in place as he ground against him, his prick was growing so stiff that he surely had to be getting uncomfortable in those skimpy trunks. He was starting to grunt now, every thrust getting more deliberate and rough. His hand fondling Knight's pec like he would a woman's breast, squeezing and kneading the muscle while his long middle finger circled Knight's rock hard nipple. The Chicagoan got his wish and Knight whined behind Punk's palm like he'd just been kicked in the stomach.

Poor, little babyface!

At last, Punk broke and shoved his trunks down to pull himself free. Knight expected his briefs to follow suite but to his dismay they did not, instead, Punk inserted himself into the small gap between the top of the Megastar's thick thighs and began fucking into the cavity sloppily. Knight could feel every inch of Punk's (admittedly modest) cock rubbing against his taint, prodding the bottom of his pouch and peeking out from under it like some Moray Eel sticking its ugly head out of its hole before retreating back in again. He could feel the clamminess of Drew's hot breath and saliva on his bulge and when Punk's forefinger and thumb pinched his bruised nipple and began to twist it, Knight's overloaded senses lost complete control.

It was the throbbing in his cock! It was so painful that Knight was close to tears. He just needed one proper touch, that was all. He just needed one of them to fist his dick or grab his ballsack and squeeze. Hell they could pull it, they could perform goddamn cock and ball torture on him, he'd take anything to fill this aching void!

'I'm ready,' Punk's hoarse voice breathed in Knight's ear and Drew once again worked like a machine following an old, trialled cycle. With a final, sweet kiss to Knight's sopping wet pouch, he let go and Knight wailed at the sudden abandonment. His sobs were ignored, however as Drew staggered up to his feet, bringing Knight's wrists with him and crossed them above his head, the Scotsman binding them tight with one of his titanic hands. The other went to Knight's collar bone, trailed down his naked chest, a soft, feathery caress that barely even skimmed Knight's chest hair but made his whole spine convulse with want. He pleaded with the Scot, begged for him to abuse him like he used to, but every single one of his words were muffled by Punk's palm.

Drew's touch was low now, edging closer down his V-muscles to his bulge that he was certain was turning a dark shade of blue from neglect and there it hovered, as if considering its next move. Knight bucked his hips, tried to thrust his bulge into the cup of Drew's palm but it missed, the hand sliding right underneath him, missing him completely.

But finding Punk!

Oh, you vicious bastards!

With Drew's meaty arm beneath him, Knight was forced up onto the tips of his toes, straddling it like a fence post. Made to endure the Scot's hand pumping to and fro as he jerked Punk off to his climax. So painfully intimate, Knight experiencing every tug and pull yet was refused a single splinter of respite in return. He couldn't even interfere, teetering precariously up on the balls of his feet, he was too busy trying not to lose his balance that he couldn't consider repositioning himself into Drew's line of fire. So he just... hung there. Like some pretty picture for them to look at. Or maybe, he was the equivalent of a porno on the tv, something filthy and sultry to ogle while they both fucked.

Punk grunted loudly in Knight's ear and a gush of sticky goop dribbled down the inside of his thighs. Nice, real classy guys! The pumping stopped and Drew's arm just stayed there, while both of Punk's fell like two cut strings, the pair going as still as a fairground ride coming to an end. Seeing the lights being turned off and the funfair closing, Knight rushed for one last turn and rocked himself back and forth on the balls of his feet, scrubbing his ballooning bulge against Drew's forearm.

'Fuck, he's needy,' Punk's voice was so ragged, it was like a whisper. 'How are you doing, Big Guy?'

Drew grimaced, his sweaty forehead pressed against Knight's brow while the pair of them spoke right over him. 'I'm so close,' he admitted.

'You want him?'

Knight's heart lurched. 'Wait, what? Do you mean-?'

'But I want you!' Drew returned.

'I'm right here,' Punk reassured him. 'Just keep looking at me.'

'The hell are you two- WOAH!' Knight was grabbed by the back of his knees and his legs were lifted clean off the floor. Shoving him up against the wall, fully crushing Punk behind him Drew inserted his great bulk between Knight's thighs. Before the Megastar could even process what the hell was happening, his back of his briefs were snagged in Drew's fingers and pulled down exposing his perfectly defined ass-cheeks. Knight let out a yelp, his instincts kicking in and telling him to struggle, get away, but he forced it down. This is what he had been hoping for after all, what he wanted. Even if he knew it was gonna hurt like hell.

Lapping up a generous dollap of Punk's cum with two of his chunky fingers, Drew slid them up Knight's taint until they found his hole. Flinching at the sudden cold wetness on his anus, Knight jerked even worse when one of those huge fingers pushed itself in and began drilling into him. Quick and rough. Drew must be dangerously close to coming and couldn't afford to waste too much time with the prep.

'AGH! Easy there, Galloway, I'm not- URGH!'

Drew shushed him, sticking his second finger in. Knight gave a sharp cry as his hole was brutally stretched over the thick digits, the pair of them now pumping into him with loud, vulgar slurps.

'Come on Drew, get this over with,' Punk complained. 'I'm getting a headache.'

The sloppy preparations complete, Drew furled down his own trunks, coated his dick in the remains of Punk's cum then hooked his hand back under Knight's thigh. Holding his breath as the behemoth moved in, Knight grimaced at the feel of the Scot's massive head settling against his hole. It was hard to forget how big Drew was but he didn't remember him being this big and when he started pushing in, it immediately put the thickness of his fingers to shame. Knight closed his eyes and ground his teeth tight together, but they did nothing to muffle the curses tearing from his throat as he was ruthlessly entered.

'Poor Greenhorn,' Punk lamented but Knight could hear his smile in every word. 'Think he needs something to take his mind off of it.' Heavy hands found Knight's nipples again - both of them this time - and played with them lazily, twisting them like they were tuning an old radio. Loathe as he was to admit it, it actually helped Knight move his focus away from the agony in his rear until he acclimatised to the intrusion.

Once he'd buried himself all the way in, Drew began to move. Strong, powerful thrusts, like he was repeatedly stabbing Knight with that ridiculous sword of his. Whether it was the imminent rushing of blood to his dick or the effects of the concussion, it was clear that Drew was not truly in charge of his own faculties at that moment, merely working on basic urges and desires and an all-encompassing need to fulfil them. Craving connection, craving intimacy, craving a warm hole to fuck.

And from the look of it, Knight's hole was filling that void perfectly. Or was it the other way around? Now that he'd relaxed and the muscles of his passage had slackened, it was starting to feel good, really good and the cries of pain were rapidly descending into juicy groans, loud and unashamed (see, that's another thing about LA Knight, whether it was in or out of the ring, he was always loud!)

Drew's fingers dug into the pit of Knight's knees, opening his legs wider, pressing himself in tighter, ramming in deeper, both men reduced to sounds only wild beasts would make as they mated in the woods. That damn open door probably meant that every man, woman or otherwise was listening in, a crowd of involuntary peeping toms (well, mostly involuntary. Damn, he hoped nobody had the bright idea of filming this - the wrestling community on Reddit and Tumblr would probably implode in on itself).

With a gasp, Drew pulled his head back and Knight glanced up, their eyes meeting. Blue on blue. By now both sets were cloudy and blown and giddy. But then one slid away. Drew moved his focus, just off to the side, looking right past Knight at the man behind him, the one he was mashing against the wall with every mighty thrust.

Knight fought that sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Mentally reminding himself that he was not a permanent fixture of this relationship. You're just a one-off, kid. Single use. Like a condom to be used, filled with cum then discarded. But why did that make him feel so bitter? Why did it hurt him? It's not like he even liked either of these idiots!

(At least... he didn't think he did...)

Maybe, if he was really looking inwardly, cutting down the tough guy facade and the big mouth and the swagger and the catchphrases, then maybe, just maybe, he'd admit it was because he wanted somebody to look at him the way Drew looked at Punk. With all that love and affection... and devotion.

For two decades now he had been on this road and he still walked it alone.

Knight's mood took a turn for the melancholic and he didn't even notice Drew coming inside of him. However, he'd learnt by now to live in the moment and not think too hard - thinking for a guy like him was never a good idea - so he shook off the dismay and returned to the present just in time to catch himself as Drew let go of his legs. They flopped out from underneath him, numb as two planks, and he would have crumpled to the floor if not for a pair of strong arms wrapped around his torso keeping him up.

Punk pulled him in tight to his sweaty chest. He was stronger than he looked, and had possibly been over-playing how exhausted he was. Keeping one arm around Knight, the eldest of their party reached out to cup the back of Drew's head and coaxed him into the embrace too. Knight found himself surrounded on all sides by clammy body parts and sank into the warmth like he would a hot, steamy bath after a gruelling match.

'Hate to admit it,' Punk muttered behind him, 'but you were right about this one, McIntyre.'

'Told ye,' Drew gloated, nuzzling into Knight's neck. 'Didn't he do well?'

Punk placed his lips on the other side of Knight's neck, kissing along his trapezium. 'Pretty good for his first time. He's a keeper, alright!'

Knight's eyes shot open. Had he just heard that right?

'Should we invite him back for some more fun another time?' Drew asked, peppering kisses along Knight's jawline.

Punk, however, only hummed, taking a long pause. His hand skimmed into the front of Knight's briefs, the sudden movement making Knight jolt, and when his inked hand cupped his painfully swollen cock and balls, his smile grew so wide that Knight could actually feel on his bare skin.

'Definitely a keeper!' His hand began to pump and Knight entire frame shuddered at the glorious relief he'd been craving this entire time. 'Come on, Greenhorn, you can cum now.'

Some time later, Knight left that locker room, shirtless and with three different men's three different cum drying on his thighs. He felt cold and sticky and violated.

And he couldn't wait to do it again!

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Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 7

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

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Dinner Aftermath

Shantell's POV

The car ride was tense and quiet as the radio playing was the only sound being heard in the car. I knew my mama was about to bust and she didn't disappoint.

“Joshua, I love you son, but tonight I was bout to get wit yo mama,” my mom said as we were returning to my house. “I’m so sorry all this happened, she will come around," Jey said turning the radio down so they could talk.

I took a deep breath leaning my head against the window. "I know she ain't gon' keep talking to Shantell like she's crazy," she said popping her knuckles.

I felt him take my hand, gently interlocking our fingers, bringing my hand to his lips “I’m gon’ fix it, baby, I promise,” he whispered as I could feel the tears about to start coming. Damn, these hormones.

“I’ve decided to move back out here, I need to be here for you and the baby. You can’t do this by yourself especially when everyone Is on the road,” my mother stated reaching up rubbing my shoulders.

“Mama, you said you were going to be here with us the first six weeks, that’s enough. I can’t have you moving your life for me,” I said just tired of even thinking about the situation.

“My grandbaby is going to have at least one dependable grandparent, and I’m not leaving you in a position to be beggin' that woman for a damn thing,” my mother says as Jey squeezes my hand a little tighter.

“I’m going to be with Shantell, I’ve already talked to Paul, and he’s approved me for two months off when we have the baby. Then we’re coming back on the road with the baby,” Jey says reassuring my mom.

“I’m going to work from home, they are in the process of setting it up, we got it covered mama,” I said closing my eyes, feeling tired. “Everyone is going to help Mrs. Johnson, when I told you I would take care of your daughter I meant it,” Jey says honestly turning to glance back at my mother as we were stopped at a red light. “So, you just thinkin’ of everything, huh,” she says smiling.

“Yea, ma, I’m tryin’ and you might as well get used to that name now since you gon’ be my mother-in-law one day,” he says smiling as she winks at him. “You just seem so sure with these predictions Mr. Fatu,” I said cracking a smile as he laughed.

“It’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler baby. You stuck wit me now,” he says rubbing my stomach as we continued the journey back to my house.

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Jon and Trin’s House

Jon’s POV

“Trin, come on baby, I don’t think she meant it like that,” I said opening the door for her trying to defuse the situation.

“Oh, yes hell she did, she can’t stand me, Shantell or Sofia,” Trin said putting her purse down on the counter. “Well if it’s true, she’s out of luck because I’m never letting you go,” I responded engulfing her in a strong hug. “Jurdy,” she starts as I cut her off with a kiss.

“Go shower and we’ll talk later, you got a big day tomorrow,” I said trying to bring the focus back to her upcoming TNA knockouts championship match tomorrow. “Ok, baby,” she said kissing me before heading upstairs. I made myself comfortable as I waited for her to return.

I refuse to let my mother ruin this for me or any of my brothers. Tonight, was above and beyond disrespectful, I was just in shock and wished I would have stood up for Trin and the girls.

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Las Vegas, Nevada

TNA Slammiversary

“Did your mom leave this morning,” Tamina asks as we settled in our seats. “Girl, yes! It was a long ass week and the barbecue at Joe’s was horrible,” I whispered looking at Jey as he was pulling his hat down over his eyes, trying to not draw attention to himself.

Jimmy was backstage with Trin trying to calm her down before her championship match. Even though Trin has almost two months left at TNA we wanted to show up and support her.

“You ok, baby?” Jey asks grabbing my hand as I looked down at him. “I’m good just ready to see the show, I hope Trin wins,” I said excitedly. He smiled leaning over to kiss me. “Hey, somebody could see us,” I whisper as he takes me in demanding kiss.

“I don’t give a shit, you my lady,” he said placing his hand on my stomach. “Trin is up next ya’ll,” Jimmy says taking his seat next to Jey as Tamina and I stood up to wait on her entrance.

Never had I felt more pride than watching my friend do what she loves. Tamina and I stayed standing for the majority of the match cheering her on.

“Starstruck! Let’s go, baby!” Jimmy yells jumping to his feet. “She tapped," I yelled jumping up and down as Jey pulled me into his arms so I wouldn’t lose my balance. “Watch it woman, don’t shake my baby loose in there,” he whispers in my ear smiling as rolled my eyes at him.

“A’ight keep rollin’ them eyes, just wait till I get you alone,” he growls nipping my ear as I involuntarily shivered at the thought. The announcer’s voice brought me back to the moment at hand. “Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and new Knockouts world champion Trinity!!”

“That's what I'm talking about!!” Tamina screamed as we hugged celebrating. Yes, tonight was a great night!

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Las Vegas, NV

Luxor Hotel

Shantell's POV

Liked by @jonathanfatu @saronasnukewwe @romanreigns @trinity_fatu @Shantell_productionswwe and 88,456 others.

Uceyjucey I took this without permission, but it’s nothing like family being there for family. I love all ya’ll! Congrats sis, first rounds on me next time we all link up!

“Aww. I didn’t know you took this,” I said looking at the photo of Tamina and I cheering Trin on. Then a separate one of Jimmy who wore a smile so bright I couldn’t help but smile myself looking at it.

“See you never know what I’m up to,” Jey says pulling me closer to him in bed as I laughed. “Yea, and you ain’t fooling these folks,” I said looking at the comments.

"@samanthairvinwwe Congrats Trin! Hey, you tagged Shantell, are we finally coming out as a couple Mr. Uso. I need answers!"

"@Usolover90901 I love how they are all so close and support each other. Are you and Shantell dating?"

"@natbynature Yes! Congrats Trin! Good Job convincing my Shanna Banana to go out and have some fun. Love ya’ll, see you at Smackdown."

"@Trinity_Fatu- Brother!!! I love ya’ll too! Shan’s going to kill you. HAHA"

“I don’t care who knows it, people always suspected anyway. If you ain’t comfortable with putting it out there, I understand and will take the post down. We can’t hide forever though,” he says laying his head on my stomach.

My privacy is important to me, but he’s right why can’t we share how happy we were. I took a photo of Jey lying on my stomach.

Shantell_productionswwe I’m so happy. Yep, that’s the post,” I typed attaching the picture and a group photo we took earlier after Trin’s title win tagging everyone in it.

Looking at his phone, I see him smiling against my stomach reading the post.

"@ Uceyjucey "I'm your man, you're my girl, I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world-Usher."

“Not Usher!” I laugh as he’s now laying on his stomach, between my legs caressing them slowly. “Yea, I hit yo ass wit that Usher cause it’s true, ain’t it? he questions his deep voice clouding my ears making me shiver as his primal stare is making me even weaker.

“What are you doin’? “I ask losing my train of thought as without warning, he gently lapped his tongue against my clit. “Is it true, are you my girl?” he asks moaning against my pussy before attacking my clit again with his tongue.

“Yes, Jey!” I exclaimed, grabbing his head and gently pulling his hair. “I told yo ass I was gon’ get you bout rollin’ dem eyes. Now when I have you like this, what’s my name baby?” he groans grabbing my hips, gently bringing me closer to his mouth.

Jey’s POV

"Mmmm, Josh,” I hear her gasp in pleasure as I feel my heart dancing in my chest. My name sounds so good falling from her lips in pleasure as I take her. I love her this way, gasping, arching her back in pleasure. Slowly licking my tongue up and down her clit, swirling my tongue and sucking on the even more sensitive area now since her pregnancy.

“Yea, yo ass bout to roll dem eyes all night, screaming from me makin’ you cum over and over again,” I proclaim slowly teasing her knowing I’m driving her wild.

“Mmm, then eat your pussy baby,” she encourages as I smile against her, gently putting a hand on her stomach pushing her back on the bed. “Now, what else you can call me?” I moan swirling my tongue around her clit before taking it in my mouth, sucking it slowing making love to her with my mouth.

“Daddy!” her strained voice finally says as I’m overloading her senses. “Mmhmm, good girl. You taste so good, Daddy gon’ stay down here all night. Can I stay?” I groan feeling her juices all over my mouth and beard.

“You can stay Daddy, you can stay as long as you like,” she cried as I put her legs over my shoulders going deeper.

I feel her hands grabbing my head pushing me even closer. “I’m so close Daddy,” she moans slowly moving her hips with my tongue. “I know baby, I know every inch of you,” I groan speeding up my movements holding her in place as I devoured her.

“Oh, God! Josh I ….” She trailed off and began to quiver gripping my hair tight as she rode her orgasm.

“Mmmm, give it all to me, I mean all of it,” I demand, moaning feeling her essence almost overpower my mouth and I welcomed it all. “Fuck!” She screamed as I began sucking on her clit bringing on an even stronger orgasm. Yea, I meant that shit, I’m gon’ be down here all night pleasing her.

Humming as she gave it all to me and more closing my eyes, savoring her taste. Finally looking up I see her eyes closed as she’s trying to calm herself caressing my face as I kissed her hands.

“You might as well hang on, 'cause I’m gon' be down here all night, making you cum. I meant that shit Shantell.” I growled as her eyes shot open, looking down at me shivering at the thought as I smirked against her thigh, nibbling on it before throwing her a wink. Yea, it was gonna be a long night for her.

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Jon and Trin’s Hotel Room

Trin’s POV

“Yea, you ridin’ this dick like a champ,” Jimmy groans slapping my ass as I flipped my hair over my shoulder bouncing fast on his dick. “Shit, you feel so good,” I moaned looking down at him as he seems to be in deep concentration trying to not let go.

“You look and feel so good,” he moans running his fingers across the knockout championship belt that was strapped around my waist as I leaned down taking him in an eager kiss, never wavering.

“You like the champ ridin’ this dick, don’t you? She gon’ ride you real good baby” I professed nibbling on his neck, feeling him pull me closer. “Fuck yea, talk yo shit then, champ,” he groans as I feasted on his neck. His primal growls against my ear making me even wetter.

Leaning back on my knees I placed one hand around his neck. Gently squeezing his throat, I feel him meeting my thrusts eagerly as I slightly tightened my grip, then released him. The look of pleasure on his face as I swirled and bounced hard on his hard dick was bringing out a different side of me.

I felt powerful, and he was at my mercy. “You like that? You want me to control you?” I hiss as he thrusts hard, hits my spot as I bite my lip. His eyes animalistic as his hands grip my hips.

Jimmy’s POV

“Yea, oh fuck! Come on girl. Choke my fuckin’ ass, punish me,” I growl feeling her tighten her hand around my neck while using the other as leverage to bounce harder on my dick. “That title looks so good on you, girl,” I moan looking at the look of pleasure on her face as she is biting her lip chasing her orgasm.

“Thank you, Daddy, I wanted to wear it for you,” she groans swirling her hips harder. I feel her hand tighten around my throat as I groan trying to catch my breath. “You gon’ cum for the champ?” she moans never breaking her thrusts, leaning down taking my mouth in a kiss before biting my lip.

“Shit! Here it go, just for yo ass,”I growled wrapping my arms around her tighter helping her bounce on my dick. Her movements desperate as now both of her hands are around my neck as she slides up and down on my dick.

“Trin! Fuck baby,” I groaned cummin’ hard. “Jurdy, yes! I love you! She screamed against my mouth squirting on my dick as she collapses against me releasing my throat. I don’t think either one of us knew what to make of what just transpired.

“Shit, not that I’m complaining, but what brought that on baby?” I panted trying to catch my breath as she’s sucking on my neck. “Alright now, you wake him back up, you betta be able to handle that shit,” I moan excited at the thought of taking her again.

“Mmmm, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe you just brought out the animal in me, Jurdy,” she moans kissing me. “Shit, well I need to do it more often, “I moan holding her close.

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State Farm Area, Atlanta, Ga

Smackdown

“Camera eight catch Roman, he’s about to hit the ring,” I say observing him getting up. “I see him, Shan,” Greg says as I see Roman charging the ring. Shit, I think he’s moving too fast. “Damn Roman just slipped, cut to camera five,” I command.

“Spear! Spear to Roman!” Cole screams. “I think that covered it well,” I mumbled looking at the other monitors trying to pace my shots. You had to be looking really hard, but Roman recovered well. Now he and Solo are taking it to Jey.

“Go to camera three, pace between the hard camera and camera four. It looks like they are going to hit another spear spike,” I instructed looking at Roman’s expression as the crowd chanted “You got pinned.” I wince as Jey falls backwards laying limp on the ground. One leg on the ropes looking almost like he’s broken in half.

“Jeez, they are going to give me a heart attack, “I mumble as Paul laughs patting my leg. “He will be ok, Shan,” he says looking at the monitor.

“Jey is getting the Jimmy Uso treatment one week before the biggest match of his career,” Wade says as his deep voice drowns out Cole who seems stunned. “Ok, Roman is on the ropes, let’s finish on camera two and we are out in 5,4,3,2,1,” I said releasing the breath I had been holding.

It’s been a rough day with nausea and some cramping, but I didn’t want to alarm Jey. Taking my headset off Paul rubs my back. “We got it Shan, go relax,” he says as I shake my head no. “Uh, go your face is turning green as we speak,” he cringes as I laugh. “I got you, go,” he says as I give him a hug and left Gorilla.

I went and laid down in my office as I rubbed my stomach. “Come on baby, give mama a break. I know it’s been a lot of stress, but please calm down,” I whined feeling my cramps increasing in strength. I started to doze when I felt a cool cloth on my head. “You, ok?” I heard the familiar voice of Montez ask as I nodded.

“I saw you looking kind of green earlier,” he said as the room was spinning all I could do was moan keeping my eyes closed. “Well just nap, and I’ll let Jey know where to find you,” he said running his fingers through my hair.

“You don’t have to do that. Paul, I’m sure is going to tell him,” I said not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I could wait with you,” he says, adjusting the cloth as I cut him off. “I’m good, I don’t need you or Jey getting the wrong idea,” I whispered feeling him rubbing my shoulders.

“I wouldn’t and I don’t care about Jey’s ego, we’re friends,” he says as I sit up trying to put some distance between us not wanting to get caught up in any drama.

“Look, thank you Montez, but I’m good,” I said getting up as I felt a sharp pain. Montez caught me, preventing me from falling “Hey! You, ok?” he asks worried as the fear began to set in for me. Please don’t let me lose this baby, that’s all I could think about. “No, I need to go to the hospital, “I cried leaning on his shoulder as another pain hit

“I got you,” he soothes rubbing my back as he reaches for his phone.” I groaned as the pain became more intense. The next thing I know, Montez is being snatched away from me.

The force of the pull almost made me fall as I grabbed the end of the sofa trying to balance myself.

Jey’s POV

“You just don’t get it! You still tryin’ to put the moves on her huh,” I yell getting more pissed thinking about his hands on Shantell. Why the fuck they up in here hugged up? “Look, she’s my friend and it ain’t like that,” Montez shouts in my face. “The fuck it ain’t, you always find a reason to touch her! Back off man,” I hiss trying to control my temper.

“I was trying to help her,” he says trying to calm the situation. “Help her with what? Trying to open her legs!” I yell, turning around to Shantell. “Why do you let him keep touchin’ all over you!?” I yell as I finally stop and take in her appearance, she’s sweating and looks like she’s in pain.

“Fuck, hey what’s wrong baby?” I panic rushing to her as she cries falling into my arms. “The baby,” she moans holding on to me as I feel her go limp in my arms. “Shantell, baby?” I cry easing her gently to floor as I hear Montez calling 911.

“Come on baby wake up,” I beg as she lay unmoving in my arms. “She’s pregnant please hurry,” Montez says rushing out of the room. “Shantell come on baby; I got you. Talk to me, please,” I cried still getting no response.

“What happened?!” Trin yelled running into the room as I don’t even look at her. My focus is Shantell, and I don’t know how much time has passed, but it feels like forever. I hear mumbled voices in my head as I see a hand reaching to touch Shantell.

“Don’t touch her!” I yelled pulling her closer to me. I can’t let anybody hurt her.

Joe’s POV

“You got to let them take her, Jey,” Solo said calmly trying to get through to him. I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life. Looking down at Shantell, my heart dropped as I saw blood seeping through her jeans. “Uce, you got to let them take her, she’s bleeding,” I plead as his eyes wildly look down at my observation. “Nah, you both ok baby. I promise ya’ll ok,” he cries holding her tighter, rubbing her stomach softly.

“We have to get her moved, we need to know what’s going on with the baby, and her,” one of the paramedics said as I nodded.

“I got it, Joe, he’s just going to keep fighting you,” Jimmy says kneeling by Jey. “Josh, she’s bleeding, they need to take her to see what’s wrong. They are here to help her, please let'em help her,” he cries touching his twin's shoulder, looking down at Shantell. “Jon, she can’t lose this baby; it’ll kill her,” Jey cries looking at his brother.

“You got to let them help her, give 'em a chance. Doing this is delaying them both help,” Jimmy pleaded as I held Trin trying to keep her calm. “Shan, you got to wake up,” she cried as Solo came over rubbing her back. “She gon’ be ok Trin, I know it, Solo,” said but his somber face read otherwise.

“Please help her,” Jey cries finally allowing the medics to help as they moved fast pulling Shantell out of his arms as Jimmy helped him up. “Come on bro, you gotta let them work,” Jimmy says taking Jey in a hug.

Jey’s POV

“We got to get her to the hospital, her pressure is through the roof,” one of the paramedics said. “Let me just get a portable fetal monitor goin’ first, I need a reading on the baby,” the other responded. I couldn’t think, I was worried about both of them as finally for the first time I heard my child’s heartbeat. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

“Strong heartbeat, but we need to move now,” the paramedic said as they began moving her finally towards the ambulance. “I’m riding with her, she’s my wife,” I roll off my tongue without even a second thought.

We gon’ be right behind ya’ll,” Solo assured me as I got in the ambulance with Shantell. “You gotta wake up baby,” I encourage as it seems helpless, as the paramedics worked on her.

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Fatu Family home

Papa Kish’s POV

“Joesph slow down, I can’t understand what your sayin’ son,” I said turning on the lights trying to wake up. I put him on speakerphone as I walked into the bathroom shutting the door.

“Dad, we’re on the way to the hospital. Shantell is sick, and it’s really touch and go for her and the baby right now,” Solo says as I hear Sandra trying to come in the bathroom shaking the nob.

“Text me the hospital, I’m on my way,” I told him coming out the bathroom moving around grabbing some clothes. “I love you son, I’m on my way,” I reassured him looking at my wife.

“What has she done now?” Sandra asks coldly as I hung up with the phone. “Oh, nothing she’s on her way to the hospital, trying very hard to keep our grandchild alive!” I hissed raising my voice as her expression softens.

“Is she ok?” She whispers as I shake my head at her. “Her blood pressure is up, probably from all the damn stress you’ve been putting her under and all the other shit that’s been going on. If this baby doesn’t make it or Shantell, you may have lost Joshua for good!” I yell storming out of the bedroom.

“Wait, get me a ticket,” Sandra says coming out of the bedroom. “Why should I?" I question not wanting to take her and make matters worse. “I’ve got to make it right,” she whispers with tears in her eyes.

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Grady Memorial, Atlanta, Ga

Jimmy’s POV

I can’t believe this happened, and to all people Shan. It’s been four hours and we still haven’t heard anything. Jey is slowly losing it as he’s pacing as we finally see a doctor walking in our direction.

“Family for Shantell Fatu,” the doctor says coming over as Jey met him. “I’m her husband, her mother is on the way too,” he says rubbing his hands over his face.

“I wish I had better news. Her pressure is through the roof, stroke level. We’ve been trying safer alternative medications to try to lower it. Her O2 levels were trying to drop below 93 percent, so we have her on oxygen as well. Her body is in fight mode right now, the doctor says looking disappointed.

Jey’s POV

Stroke…Oxygen levels dropping what the hell is going on? “I’m sorry what does all this mean and how is the baby?” I asked trying to get clarification as Trin grabs my hand trying to keep me calm. “The baby is fine; the bleeding can be common early on in pregnancy as well as the pain.

“Ok, so what do we need to do for Shan,” I ask almost scared of the answer. “She’s not responding to the medication and the only alternative left is Angiotensin, the doctor says as I cut him off. “What you waitin’ for, give it to her,” I say without a second thought.

“There is a complication Mr. Fatu, she would miscarry taking this medication,” he says empathically.

“Oh my God,” Trin whispers leaning against me and I’m honestly glad she’s with me as she’s holding me up as well. I feel my world crumbling and powerless to stop it. “Miscarry?” I asked not believing what he was saying. A few tears escaped my eye as I rubbed my eye trying to stop them.

“I’m sorry to have to deliver this news but we need to act fast. We are going to give the last medication we administered a little more time to take effect. After that, you’re going to have to make a decision if there is no change,” he says as out the corner of my eye I see Jimmy walking over.

“Is there a chance she won’t need any more medication, like her pressure goes down on its own from the last meds ya’ll gave her?” Jimmy asks as the doctor nods. “That is possible but we need to weigh all our options and prepare you all for what could happen,” the doctor states removing his glasses.

“How did this happen?” Joe asked as I’m still numb, I could lose Shantell and our child. “Stress is a great factor, and that causes blood pressure issues, also many women develop it during pregnancy,” he says honestly trying to answer all their questions, but I only had one. “Can I see her?” I ask as he offers a small smile.

“Sure, I’ll take you to her,” he says leading me down to the hall to her room. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Shantell, looking so small lying in that bed and all the machines beeping, oxygen mask on her face. I could hear a steady strong beat as I looked at the monitor hooked to her stomach. My baby... Our baby's heartbeat sounded so strong as I looked at the little blinking heart on the machine. This can't be it.

“I’ll give you some time, they just administered the last medication about twenty minutes ago. There is still no change, but we want to give it a little more time,” he said leaving us alone.

I sat beside her just trying to take everything in and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “I can’t. There’s no way I can lose you, even if it cost us our child,” I whispered, finally breaking down kissing her gently on the temple.

Jimmy’s POV

I have never felt or seen my brother more broken than this moment watching him fall apart weeping over the love of his life. Placing my hand on his shoulder, he wipes his tears, standing up to talk to me.

“How can I kill our baby, Jon?" he asked looking at Shantell. "I had to tell them I was her husband to even be able to see her, now I got to make a decision that will destroy us," he whispers as I tried to reason with him.

“If Shan has a stroke, she and the baby could die Josh. Ya’ll can try again, bro,” I said trying to get through to him. “Are you asking or just tellin’ me I should ok the medicine?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m not Josh, it’s ain't up to me,” I start as he cuts me off with his worries. “I’d have to tell her what I did, and she wouldn’t understand. she’d never forgive me;” he stutters his voice trying to remain strong. “She’s gon’ understand Uce,” I reassured him.

Jey’s POV

“Shantell would never take anything that would kill or harm our baby. She would rather die first, and I’d lose them both,” I sighed trying to get Jon to understand. I could hear him taking deep breaths as he was trying to find his words.

“What if her pressure goes down without the medication, how long are they saying they want to wait?” he asks as I interrupt him. “She needs it now. Jon, I gotta… I can’t lose her. I can’t play with her life, she is my life,” I say defeated, just scared of what’s next to come. I went back to sit with her leaning as close to her as the bed would allow.

“Mr. Fatu,” the doctor said interrupting us as I stiffened, dreading the question. I knew he was about to ask what my decision was, pulling Shantell closer to me. “No,” I whispered kissing her once more running my fingers through her hair. “You don’t want us to give her the medication,” he asks as I flinch. “Yes, I want her to get the medication, but I don’t want my baby to die. But I really ain’t got a choice, do I?” I question raising my voice slightly.

“Give her the shot,” Jimmy says stepping over to the doctor. “He is her husband you can’t make that decision,” the doctor said trying to calm my brother down. “I’m making the decision here, not him. Shantell trusts me, she would let me choose. Ok, you give her the medicine and when she wakes up you tell it was me, not him,” Jimmy pleads. As grateful as I am for him trying to take that burden, I can’t let him do it.

“No, Jon,” I start as he cuts me off. “Bro, I’m doin’ it,” he pleads, his voice strained with emotion as I stand to face him and the doctor. “I know why you doin’ it. You doin’ It for me and I understand it. But it’s Shan, it’s my child, my family,” I profess looking back at her feeling my eyes burning with tears. “Give her the medicine,” I said knowing it was the right choice.

“I’m gon’ be right her baby,” I whisper trying to control all these feelings I had as I watched the doctor fill the syringe with the medication that is going to crush our dreams. I felt Shantell move against me, bringing me out of the haze I was in. “Wait doc, she’s waking up,” I said sitting up a little trying to give her some room.

I could hear the monitor beeps increasing as I looked at the machine to the side of us. “What’s her pressure looking like?” Jimmy asks as the doctor explains the increased noises. “Her blood pressure is going back up; she needs to calm down. She can stroke at any moment,” he said full of worry, wanting to administer the shot.

Shantell’s POV

God, I feel like my head is about to explode as I’m trying to open my eyes. I could hear Jey faintly asking me to wake up as my eyes finally find his.” Josh,” I moan trying to adjust my eyes to the light

“Shantell, come on baby,” Jey encouraged as I tried to take the oxygen mask off my face. “Can I get this off her,” Jey asks as the doctor nods looking at the monitor. “We can try it, her O2 levels are back up to 97,” he states printing out her vitals as Jey removed the mask off of me. “Josh, my head,” I moaned in excruciating pain. "I know baby, it's gon' get better in a second," Jey says as I nod in understanding.

“Shantell, I’m Doctor Taylor, your blood pressure is really high. You could have a stroke at any moment, that is why your head hurts. Now the medication we need to give you will prevent that, but you will lose the baby,” he says calmly as I feel my heart jump in my throat.

“No! No, don’t hurt my baby. Josh, don’t let them hurt our baby,” I cried as he pulls me closer. “Don’t let them hurt my baby,” I whispered trying to comprehend what is going on. “Nobody’s gon’ hurt our baby, Shantell. I got you baby, I ain’t goin’ nowhere, “he reassured me showering my face with gentle kisses. “I love you so fuckin’ much,” he whispered as tears filled my eyes.

“I love you too,” I cried leaning further into him trying to calm myself. Taking deep breaths, I hear the monitor sound decreasing. “Yea, breath in and out baby,” Jey encourages looking at the monitors, as I nod trying to focus and relax my body. A few minutes passed and I felt my heart rate slowing down.

“Well, I’ll be damned the doctor,” says walking over to the monitor.

“What is it?” Jey asks not letting me go as I was trying to focus on the steady, strong beats coming from the fetal monitor. It was letting me know for the moment our baby was safe.

“Her blood pressure is going down, the other medicine is finally working,” Jimmy says looking at me with a small smile. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, as I began silently sobbing but trying to remain calm. “You a fuckin’ miracle baby,” Jey praised as I could feel his tears falling against my face.

Jimmy’s POV

“Keep an eye on her nurse, I need to speak to Mr. Fatu,” the doctor said as Jey kissed Shantell’s forehead. “I’ll stay wit her,” I volunteered as I saw the look of relief on my brother’s face. He doesn’t want to leave her, and I can’t blame him. “Thanks, Jon. I’ll be right back baby,” he reassured her finally walking out behind the doctor.

“You really scared the hell outta us Shantell,” I said going over to sit beside her. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean too,” she said weakly, trying to keep my eyes open. “Get some rest, we ain’t going nowhere,” I told her, holding her hand as she dozed back off. “Lil Uce, you and your mama are some tough cookies,” I declared touching her stomach. “Don’t give us no more scares, this yo uncle Jon talkin’. I’m gon’ be the cool uncle, but don’t tell yo uncle Joseph,” I said smiling talking to Shantell’s stomach.

Jey’s POV

“What you mean, she’s not out of the woods yet?” I hissed trying to not scream from frustration.

“Her pressure has been up for a long period of time, now we have to make sure the bleeding and pain doesn’t start back up,” Doctor Taylor says placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Ok, so what do we do?” I ask, spotting Shantell’s mother getting off the elevator.

“How’s Shantell and the baby?” she asks hugging me. “The doctor fill you in ma, it’s improving but we ain’t out of the danger zone yet,” I said letting her go. Out the corner of my eye I see my dad and mom talking to Joe and Solo. When did they get here, and who called them?

“Why did you bring her here?” Trin asks my dad as he hugs her. “She’s trying to make it right babygirl. Give her a chance,” he says as I feel the anger in my boiling as my mother is approaching me. “Ma, please not right now,” I said not caring about the hurt expression on her face. “Joshua how is Shantell?” she asks as I laugh bitterly. “Bro, calm down,” Solo says coming over to me, trying to get me to remain respectful. At this moment I’m scared and I’m tired of the bullshit.

“This is all because of you! All this stress, you have a part in it whether you want to believe it or not! I yelled raising my voice, as she looks at me in horror. “Yea, you mama,” I said unfeeling. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, almost knocking the wind out of me, I caused a lot of this stress as well. From the jealousy, breaking up with her, Taraji, and the list goes on.

“You can’t blame this all on me!” she cried as I nodded in agreement with her. “You right ma, I can’t because I share plenty of the blame. I couldn’t stand up to you, I am to blame because of my indecisiveness, and jealousy,” I said standing firm in my truth, trying to not lose it. “I’m owing my part in it, when will you own your part,” I said walking off, heading back to Shantell’s room.

Joe’s POV

“Why are you here? You ready to kick my child when she’s down?” Shantell’s mom Tanya accused coming over to confront Aunt Sandra.

“Ok, we are at a hospital and people are sick in here,” Uncle Kish said holding on to Aunt Sandra, ready to jump in if need be.

“She’s in a good place for treatment, harassing my child, steady pushing and nagging,” Tanya said trying to maintain her composure. “Come on Ma, let’s go see Shantell,” I suggest going over, taking her in an embrace trying to calm her down.

“Thank you, baby, you always took care of my Shan. Always kept your word to protect her, “she says hugging me tighter as I’m trying not to break myself. That image of her laying helpless on the floor in Jey’s arms is going to stay with me forever.

Shan and I have been close since her internship almost five years ago. I met her before everyone else, that’s my sister for life. She got me through a lot of shit before I met Tangela. Regardless of the outcome of her and Jey, she will always be my sister.

“I always got her ma, let me take you to her,” I said steering her towards Shantell’s room. The sooner I got her away from Aunt Sandra the better.

“I do love Shantell; I just want to make it right,” Aunt Sandra cried. As I turned around, I could see the remorse on her face, but I don’t feel tonight was the right time to do all this. I felt Mrs. Tanya stiffen against me.

“Now that she is in there fighting for her life, you wanna make it right? Tanya asked walking back into her space. “Nah, I ain’t dumb by a long shot, Sandra. You want to clear your conscious 'cause all of the shit you’ve been saying and doing!” she yelled as Aunt Sandra broke down. “You don’t get to make it about you. You better pray they are ok because if they ain’t you gon’ have to see me," she threatened stalking off towards Shantell’s room.

"Let’s just sit down and calm down ya’ll it’s gonna’ be a long night," Solo said going over to his mom as I went in to see Shantell. Tonight has been a long night for us all but I pray this gets better. It can’t get much worse, could it?

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Thanks for waiting! I've been under the weather but feeling better now.

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coleskingdom · 10 months ago

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Early Morning Phone Call

Matt Jackson x F Reader

Angsty Smut

Minors DNI and NSFW

For

@midwestmade29

“It’s just always about him and what he needs. I know, he’s usually so good at leaving the character at work but this Matthew Jackson isn’t the one I signed up for” you said your phone on speaker to your best friend while you were getting ready for the day. “ Of course he’s not here, he’s off playing EVP with Nick and Kazu. Probably terrorizing a Starbucks employee and looking at Ferraris “

“Actually, I’m looking at you.” Matt’s voice ice cold.

“I’ve gotta go” hanging up the phone. “Well I guess I got another thing wrong.”

“What the hell is your problem? You have everything you want, you don’t have to do anything, except be mine” his voice holding an edge of contempt

“Are you fucking kidding me? Being yours is a full time job. Anticipating every one of your whims, you’re really living the gimmick. I don’t have everything I want because I want you, and this isn’t you. You suspended Hanger for shit that you and Nick do. He wouldn’t even be in this if you and Nick would’ve just gone and chased him taken a dq for the trios and helped him with swerve. No you had to be a bitch about it. Then Kenny that was cold replacing him with Kazu.” My temper rising

“ Why am I not surprised you defending hanger? I swear if he wasn’t so fucked in the head you’d have left me for him a long time ago or is it that you protect him by being with me because you know if you left me for him his options would be TNA, or NXT. Though bringing up Kenny who you can’t stand was a nice play.” he stepped closer to me.

My breath hitched, trying to read his face ,a mix of lust and disdain all in one skewed expression . “ So pretty when you’re mad , fresh from the shower, I bet there’s nothing on under that little robe of yours” he said, “ trying to act like I disgust you. That sweet little Matty is the one that you want. You’ve been wanting this argument for weeks, you’ve wanted to hate fuck me for at least that long.” He pulled me into a kiss that I resisted for half a moment before giving in. I bit his bottom lip, then he sucked and bit mine, my hands going to the hem of his shirt pulling before he helped me get it off of him. His mouth trailed to my neck, before he sucked it in making sure to leave a mark,then he licked the spot soothing away the brief bit of pain.

His hands went to the belt of the robe as I went for his waistband of his pants. He sighed went he realized he was right about what I had been doing before he had walked in. His lips began their assault on my breasts, he was using all of the tricks he knew I loved. I refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan even as I felt my body betray me. “ I hate you” I whimpered, “ Of course you do” he chuckled “ especially when I do this “ he pushed me back on to the bed, my legs falling open for him, he went right to my core and licked me up and down. “Princess your body is telling on you, you’re so wet for me, just give in to the way that I make you feel.” His mouth moving on my most sensitive spot, he went to work sucking, licking, with fingers moving in succession. I was so close, I could feel my orgasm building, my legs began to shake I felt it wash over me “ Matt” I cried out as he worked me through it. As the pleasure subsided, “See, I’m not a bad guy” as he removed his boxers and climbed up over me.

“ Princess look at me, I’m still the man you fell in love with. You just don’t like the things I’m doing, I don’t like the things I’m doing, but they have to be done. Don’t be mad at me” he said as he kissed me. He entered me in one fluid motion, even in the roughness of the pace, his kisses were soft, the true root of the problem. I scratched my nails down his back earning a groan from him, and bit his shoulder when I shattered around him. He soon followed his grunts and whimper the tell tale sign as I felt his release.

He rolled to his side his face had lost the anger and the tension , he was beautiful as the sun filtered in the window. “ Matt, I can’t do this anymore” as I got out of the bed and locked myself in the bathroom.

#aew smut #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #matthew jackson smut #matt jackson smut #Evp smut

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magicalbuttertarts · 5 months ago

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Birthday Fun (18+) ✉️ - Judas Icarus x f/Reader x Travis Williams

Smut Prompt List 1

#tna Masterlist #tna x reader #tna smut

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months ago

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Sugarplum

Sugar daddy Christian Cage X fem reader

Sugar daddy Christian Cage headcannons

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Christian Cage is such a sweetheart

He would spoil you with expensive gifts

He would buy you whatever you like

Christian would give you a monthly alowance to buy whatever you like under one condition. You have to send him a sexy picture in the outfits you buy

He would take you for lunch dates and take you to the most expensive restaurants

With you money is no expense

Christian would take you on expensive vacations

He would worship your body and treat you like gold

He would show you off like his most prized possession

He could never say no to you

He would make passonite love to you all day every day

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lov3rla03 · 2 months ago

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I am incredibly sapphic but the thirst I have for Jeff Hardy is unmatched. Southern accent? Dumb little arm sleeves and lil wear jeans? Long colorful hair? Hip dips??? I would beg to lick the sweat off of his body 🥵

I am here for the Jeff Hardy love y’all are showing. Like….hello…

This man screams fuck you into the mattress now and cuddle you later😩😩😩😩

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe smut #tna #tna wrestling #tna impact #jeff hardy #hardy boys #Jeff hardy smut

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amrcnnightmre · 5 months ago

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writing writing writing !!! good stuff coming soon!! ( always putting on classic stuff while i write for muse ) 🤭🤍 ft my emotional support olivia rodrigo stanley tehe !!

#wwe #wwe fic #wwe x reader #wwe smut #wwe imagine #tna wrestling #tna impact #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe summerslam #damien priest #luis martinez #cody rhodes

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October 2023 WOTM: peonierose

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @peonierose. We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog: peonierose Blog Masterlist

How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Peonie or PR is fine 🥰

1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?

Way back when Choices first launched. My first book was The Freshman Series - book 1. It was so fun to play the books and get super excited for new chapters. I was waiting until midnight for new chapters. It was the first time I’ve played an app where I could make decisions and use diamonds for VIP scenes 😍

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the Choices fandom back in 2021. I really missed Open Heart after book 3 ended (and left me wanting more) So I wanted to see if there were any more stories I could binge, and that’s how I stumbled upon Tumblr 🥰

3- How did you pick your blog name?

It may sound weird but it just came to me. Peonies are my favorite flowers. As soon as I thought peonie I quickly added rose and I was like that sounds so cool and it’s unique which I love 😍 And that’s how peonierose was born.

4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!

Gosh. This feels like forever ago. When I first came on tumblr I didn’t post or reblog much 😅 (too shy to interact with anyone 🙈)

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

It has been 2 years in August this year since I’ve actively started writing fanfic 🥰 (I still can’t believe I actually made the leap and decided to post any of my stories).

6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?

You’re really going to make me choose? There are so many good ones 😱

I love to write for two of my favorite books which are Nightbound and Open Heart. Those are the ones I feel most connected to 🥰 Though I’d love to venture out and make edits or social media posts for other choices books too.

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?

I wrote Robin‘s Tell-All from TNA, and it was the first fic I’ve ever shared. I really wanted to write a story from Robin‘s POV and how all that happened in TNA affected him and all the mistakes he made.

I wanted to showcase his inner struggle.

I remember how nervous I was to post something that I’d written. I thought to myself, will people even like my story? And if they do like it, then what? It was a great rush to see the reblogs, and the love for my first-ever posted fic.

If I could change one thing, it would probably be the moodboard 😅

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

That is a tough question, because to me every fic I‘ve written has a special place in my heart. So every story reflects the feelings I’ve felt while writing my story.

Buuuuut if I had to choose: It would be a tie between By a Landslide (Bryce and Luna), the 3rd chapter of my Nightbound series - Unexpected and Go with the Flow (Luna & Bryce)

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?

I actually didn’t think I’m a sucker for you, A Pinch of Pink and Blue…This one‘s for you, Cinnamon Sugar and Wildflower, to be as well received as they did.

However, I think Bittersweet Symphony and Losing Game (1 / 4) could use some more love.

Both stories are amazing and I think you’ll love both my pairings. Luna & Bryce and of course Maxine and Adam.

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

I am by no means a smut writer 😅 Maybe I’ll get there 😅 But I’d go with a mix between angst and fluff. I think a nice balance between these two would be good.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Yeah. Tons of times. Take Luna for example. She has anxiety like me, and her appearance, such as her blue-green eyes and dark blonde hair, are like mine. But character wise we’re complete opposites. I wish I’d be more artistic like her 🩷

And Bryce is an Aries like me, and so many things he says or does make me go back, and I’m like, yeah, I would say something like that. Other than that, I’ve learned to give my characters real flaws and make them human, if that makes sense. But it does happen that they end up with character traits that are mine, and then I lean back and realize I’ve given my characters some of my weird and quirky character traits 🤣

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

Damn. Umm…I struggle with a lot of things. Finding the right words sometimes because English isn’t my first, not even my second language. I speak six languages, so it's sometimes hard to find the words to describe things.

Showing, not telling that’s another thing I struggle with.

That and if I have to keep a deadline to post something 🤣 Because it takes me forever to post anything I’m not 100% behind and happy with.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

How much time you’ve got? I have over 30 wips, that want some desperate attention, and I always keep adding new wips, whenever something inspires me to write 😅

I’ve found some new inspo for Somewhere Only We Know 🥰 Apart from that I’d love to take another look at my two AU‘s Amber & my Nightbound series. So we’ll see what wips I can manage to finish 😅

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

Sure. I’d love to get an outside opinion of my work and my characters that are so beloved and close to my heart 🩷

I actually tell people that I write fanfic and original work. And I’ve sent some samples their way and they liked it. Which makes me feel more confident in my writing (not saying it’s perfect, there’s always room for improvement, but it’s getting better).

As for which story to start? I’d say start with Only Love for Bryce and Luna. That was my first story of them and I consider it their start.

Then continue with Always & Forever and Go with the Flow.

Those were my first posted stories about Luna & Bryce and I think you’ll like them. It would give you a good understanding of my storytelling and my characters.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

There are a couple of authors I admire - Chloe Neil, Elise Kova, Nalini Singh, Rachel Caine (R.I.), Rebecca Yarros, and many more. They have influenced and shaped my writing, my fantasy world-building, and, of course building my characters. These authors know how to tell great stories, which makes me admire them so much.

As for fanfic writers who’ve inspired me? I’d love to give a special shoutout to one of my closest friends who’s been my beta reader for almost anything @annieruok She’s an amazing person and writer. Thanks so much for all the times listening to my ramblings about scenes and characters 🩷

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

My Nightbound series hands down. That is a story that really deserves to be on the big screen or as a Netflix show. I’m not picky.

I’d love to see Grey, Gretel and Hänsel kick some ass. It’s a unique enough story to garner some attention 🥰 I’ve worked really hard to write it and it took me a year to come up with chapters, character names and so forth.

Also Somewhere Only We Know would be cool to see on the big screen. I’d probably weep from joy if any of my stories were ever developed as a movie or series 🥰🥹

17- Do you write original fiction?

Yes, I actually do. I have several original works in my Google docs. And just recently, I had an idea for another original story (I don’t feel comfortable sharing it yet) 🥰 But let’s just say it’s fun to come up with the characters and world-building and everything in between.

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

Reading books, trying out new recipes in the kitchen. This also reminds me I need to exercise more 🤣

Taking walks & going shopping.

Hanging out with friends and binge watching shows and movies on Disney+ and Netflix. Just trying to enjoy every single moment that every day has to offer 🩷

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

It’s a toss between these three 🥰😍🩷 (What can I say I love pink 🩷 not just because of the new Barbie movie and the pinkmania 🩷)

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

First, I wanted to say thank you to everyone. For being picked as writer of the month is a huge honor 🥰 Thank you to everyone who has ever taken the time to read my stories, reblog them, and leave some unbelievably nice words.

I’m very grateful that you guys took the time to shower me with love. Sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve some of your nice words and love. I also wanted to give a special shoutout to some of the people who are very dear to me. 🩷

Thank you guys for supporting me. Being there for me - through great and not so great times - I‘ll never be able repay your kindness 🩷 You guys make me strive to be a better version of myself and I couldn’t be more happy to call you my friends 🩷

@annieru0k @cariantha @txem @doriopenheart @mysticalgalaxy @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads @heavenssexiestangel @socalwriterbee @secretaryunpaid @ofmischiefandmedicine @starrystarrytrouble @the-pale-goddess @takemyopenheart @quixoticdreamer16 @princess-geek @eleanorbloom

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc writer of the month #playchoices #choices the stories you play #writer of the month #peonierose #october 2023 #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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