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fushitoru · 2 months ago

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finish her! a toji fushiguro oneshot

pairing ⸺ wrestler!toji x reader

summary ⸺ you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestling⸺no, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here) creds to @/reynisxxsimart on twitter for art!

warnings ⸺ nasty, NASTY smut, VERY public sex, WWE but pornhub edition, you’re a wrestler fighting toji, so some violence but nothing graphic, fem!reader, HUMILIATION, degradation, you're literally fucked in an arena of people, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (f! recieving), boobplay, very inaccurate depiction of wrestling/WWE, not edited we die like toji

a/n im going to sit in the corner and think about what i just wrote

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the muffled sounds of the crowd’s deafening roar seem to swirl in the space around you, each cheer vibrating through your chest like distant thunder. you take a long, cool sip of water, a welcome contrast to the warm air backstage. lounging back, you let the chair support your weight, your muscles still humming with the residual tension of anticipation. utahime’s fingers work into your shoulders, and her voice filters through the buzzing atmosphere, calm and steady as she gives you a rundown of the night ahead, though her words seem to blur slightly at the edges—just background noise to the constant hum of adrenaline.

“in front of a crowd—do you understand? and the rules are no fucking, unless all clothes are off first.”

“right,” you affirm, albeit hesitantly. you’re feeling a bit jitterish in anticipation of what’s to happen, despite having trained months to hone your ability as a wrestler. look, wwe itself can get really suggestive at times, with people giving wedgies, removing certain articles of clothing, or even letting the crowd cop a feel of the defeated to serve as humiliation. not only does it improve publicity, but it also increases viewership of all the horny bastards on the internet to circle the televised clip around in their subreddits or discord servers.

but what you were going to do today—that was a bit…extreme. it was like bridging the gap between soft core and hard core, with the humiliation turned up to a hundred. because today, you were going to wrestle the man that all female–and male–wrestlers could even dream of having their hands on, even if for a slight moment.

toji fushiguro.

a man of impressive build—entering a ring with him only meant defeat. he’s had numerous career wins, far exceeding any other. hell, you shouldn’t even be matched to wrestle with him today; he outweighs and outranks you by far. the only thing you really have running for you is the sheer amount of fans you have, ready to tune in to your fights and edit your moves and time spent in the fighting ring to songs like “chun li” and “maneater.” so, sure, you don’t exactly anticipate a win today in that stadium that’s waiting for you, but you’re no less of a wrestler in your own right. you won’t go down without a fight.

however, today was no normal fight. the wwe had suddenly decided that their viewership was too low, that extreme measures needed to be taken to boost. so, ironically enough they had decided to change the rules just before your momentous match:

all wrestlers must consent to having all and any articles of clothing removed from their person, particularly for sexual intercourse as a reward for the winner.

so, WWE (Pornhub’s Version) (In The Vault).

and your luck dictated that this paradigm shift for the organization occur just before your most anticipated match with toji. again, you knew that no amount of training could prevent you from getting utterly humiliated, but it was almost like the gods were laughing down on you, eager to rub in your impending defeat once more. because you were going to get your shit fucked up—-literally.

“it’s going to be fine,” utahime assures you, and you snap back to the present from your thoughts at the sound of her voice. “just think about the publicity this’ll get you! not that you don’t have any fans of yourself, but there are going to be a lot of people tuned in because of fushiguro.”

you take an inhale in and nod. “yea, that’s true. i just want to get it over with.”

as if answering your prayers, gojo satoru, the mc, burst into your dressing room. “it’s your time to shine, buttercup!” he grins, ushering you out the door. albeit a bit nervously, you stand up and make your way into the hallway that leads directly into the middle of the arena. “you’re going to do great!”

as soon as you walk closer and closer to the arena, the screams get louder and louder, the music booming and causing the floor under you to vibrate. the sounds of people surround all your senses, wrapping you up and causing your heartbeat to go faster and faster.

reaching the end of the hallway, the arena is filled with light, and you have to blink to get a hold of your sight. surrounding the center boxing ring are stands upon stands of people, hustling and bustling. at the sight of you, cameramen stationed around in various spots through the arena furiously angle their cameras towards you. not only are journalists and the media snapping pictures, blinding you with the flash, but you see yourself displayed on the big screens visible to everyone in the arena. you smile and wave, causing your fans to scream as they register that you have walked in.

then, a realization washes over you. these are the same screens that are going to be projected whatever's going to happen during the fight and when you lose.

oh god.

you walk forward, trying to keep up your smile and wave to all of your fans that outstretched their hands, trying to cop a feel and/or get a high five. most of your fans are male (to no one's surprise), and you can feel their eyes roving over you appreciatively, taking in your outfit. it was simple and tight; shorts that just barely covered your ass and was snug around your hips, and a low cut top that couldn't even be called a top. your cleavage was on full display, and the top stopped just below your waist. typically, this is your wrestling attire you wear to a normal match, but you couldn't help but wryly notice that today, your neckline was cut lower than usual. the wwe was really trying to milk this, huh?

you stood just below the boxing ring, eyes anxiously scanning the arena, unconsciously searching for the man you were set to fight. but no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't spot his tall, muscular figure either in the ring or in the seat he was supposed to occupy with his manager.

a light tap on your shoulder startled you, and you turned to find utahime behind you, a concerned look on her face. "everything alright?"

"yeah," you said, waving her off with a forced smile. "but where is he?"

utahime pointed toward the boxing ring, and then you saw it—a glimpse of black hair.

"alright," you said, swallowing nervously. "i'm heading into the ring. wish me luck."

"wait!" utahime called out, but you were already too far to hear her. gripping the ropes at the edge of the ring, you hauled yourself up and strode toward the center, determined to get a better view. and there, just on the far side of the ring, hidden from your previous angle, was toji fushiguro.

he was lounging back, relaxed, his posture almost lazy as he faced his manager, shiu kong. you couldn’t see toji's face from this angle, but his body language indicated that he was the epitome of ease. shiu was saying something to him, and from your best attempt at lip reading, you could just make out the words, "don't break the rules today."

toji, on the other hand, didn't seem to be looking at him (giving 0 fucks, something so classically toji), focusing now towards the big screens everyone else saw in the arena. you turned your gaze towards them as well, only to be taken aback when it was you, a compilation of your best moments in the ring, narrated by gojo.

“and today, fellas, we’re going to see the bombshell y/n—the maneater, as coined by her fans—-competing! while her opponent is fushiguro, don’t be fooled—she can pack a mean punch. look at this fight with mei mei; she sweeped the floor with her face!”

satisfied, you looked around, the arena bustling with people getting drinks, being enraptured with your fight on the screen, or pointing at you or toji. toji, on the other hand, was chuckling and shaking his head at your fight, observing as you gave the bitch mei mei a wedgie. which kind of made you flustered, because you had developed a crush on the guy observing him from afar or in passing, so you just focused on shaking out your legs and arms in nervousness.

gojo similarly announced toji’s fights and compilation, gassing him up for the crowd and it was then that toji finally turned around, uninterested in whatever was going on, and caught your eye. you stared back, breath held involuntarily.

his eyes had a predatory glint to them, and he smiled, charmingly in a way that showed off his scar, and they scanned up and down your figure, taking in what you were wearing—or rather, letting his imagination run. nervously, your heart sped up as you clenched your thighs up in anticipation or anxiety, you couldn’t choose which, as your mind began running at the speed of light thinking about what was going to happen today.

today, you weren’t only going to wrestle toji fushiguro. you were going to fuck him.

but you’re jolted out of your thoughts as gojo’s obnoxious voice blares through the speakers. “give it up for thee wwe goat, toji fushiguro!”

screams reach an all time high as his smirk is broadcasted to the audience, biceps bulging and flexing as he heaves his way up on the ring, joining you. he waves lazily, roars at an all time high as he stalks his way to you, and you squeeze your nails into your palm out of nervousness.

when gojo announces your name, the male screams rise up in volume, causing you to giggle and fushiguro to roll his eyes from what you can see in the corner of your eye. you give a dainty wave, choosing to wink and blow a kiss to the camera in front of you, causing your fans to scream even louder.

“you sure got a lotta fanboys, darling.” you jump as toji has now bent down to whisper in your ear, literally sending shivers down your spine.

you force out a laugh. “and you're at no shortage of fangirls yourself, fushiguro.”

he gives you a nonchalant hum, assuming his original position. as gojo continued to yap about the stakes of the round today, the recent rule change, a referee walked over to you both, coming in closer so that you would be able to hear him over the chaos of the arena.

“so, you’re both aware of the rules, right?” he both looked at you, to which you nodded and toji’s smirk widens. “you gotta get the other’s clothes completely off, and the first one to do that wins.”

you gulp, eyeing what toji was wearing today. it was his signature garb, the one he wore to almost every match without fail: grey pants with various sponsorships sewed on, and a black compression shirt. it was definitely very minimal compared to what a lot of the other wrestlers wore, but it was iconic, giving him a lazy, laid back aura that no other wrestler could truly emanate.

it wasn’t anything hard to take off in particular.

both of you affirmed your consent to the referee, who then took a step back after wishing you both good luck. you turned, facing toji face on, who had his hand on his hip. “try to last long, okay?” he smirks, patting your shoulder with his other hand. “i’ll try to drag this out as much as i can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

you glare, but there isn’t much intensity to it because you know he’s much stronger than you. there isn’t much to get angry about. “yea, yea,” you huff. “for all i know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

he barks out a laugh and looks at the referee, who has one hand raised, the other one poised on his whistle, ready to blow and start the round. it’s starting soon. then, he looks back to you and smiles. “let the games begin.”

the referee blows the whistle.

at once, you launch yourself towards toji, trying to jump on him to get him off his feet with your weight. instead, he dodges easily and leaves you hurtling towards the floor, making you poise yourself on your hands and feet upon impact. you roll over just as toji tries to tackle you and pin you against your original position on the floor and quickly get up.

however, as you’re steadying yourself on your feet, toji grabs your ankle, causing you to lose your balance and giving him the advantage to pin himself on top of you, his mouth breathing heavily next to your ear, whispering so it was just the two of you that could hear his words. “what do you think i should take off first?” he laughs deeply, the vibration causing you to shiver and try to squirm to get out of his hold, to no avail. “should it be these?” he snakes his hands down to grope your tits, giving them a firm squeeze, much to the arena’s pleasure. “or should i take these off of you?” he slaps your ass, making you blush furiously.

“fuck you,” you hiss as his hands catch on the edge of your shorts.

he gives you a sweet, small kiss on your temple. “don’t worry, baby,” he smiles. “you’ll be doing that anyways.” and with that, he pulls at your shorts until the waistband’s elastic rips, leaving your shorts in tatters until he throws the remains of it away, baring your panty-covered ass to the crowd, which immediately grows wild.

you crane your neck to look at the screen, which is currently focused on toji’s hands feeling up your ass, dipping inside your underwear to knead the flesh. your heart is pounding, the thought i need to get the upper hand flashing continuously across your mind. it’s almost as if you’re drowning, the noises of the crowd blurring together until it was only you and toji’s weight on you. you barely heard the announcer exclaim, “toji is currently in the lead!” as you focused on calculating your next move.

it was time to pull out all the stops.

turning your head until you were making eye contact with him, you bit your lip, momentarily distracted him with the 180 turn of your actions, now nonchalant rather than the flailing you were doing earlier. then, you raised your hips, meeting your backside with his crotch in an effort to catch him off guard and to make him lose balance. then, you maneuvered yourself so your thighs surround toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. this momentarily distracted and weakened toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. you quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. the whole stadium, in fact, can see his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

smirking while peering down at him, you slowly grind your hips as if you were riding a mechanical bull, making a show of spinning around his shirt with your hand to mock him. toji’s eyes darken, but a mirthless smile flashes across his face anyways. “damn, take me out to dinner first.”

you flash him one of your own humorless smirks, happy that you got at least one thing against him. “i don’t fuck anyone before the first day, honey. this is just another cheap fuck.” with that, you yank his head back with his hair roughly, making a show of motorboating his pecs, as if to mock him.

instead of getting angry, he chuckles darkly. “you’re going to regret that. i was going to drag this out, princess, but i gotta fuck the brat out of you.” with that, he spins you around just as quickly—if not quicker—pinning you against the ground with your hands held above your head in one hand in a vice grip, the other groping its way down your body. he buries his face in your neck, salaciously licking the length of it. with his free hand—now stationed around your tits—he grabs at the hem of your top, pulling it up so everyone could see your lace bra. mockingly, he plants his face in the middle of your tits, moving his head side by side to motorboat you just as you had done to him, the soft plush of your tits encompassing his face.

the crowd cheers, even more so than they had when you had ripped his shirt off, as toji completely rips the top off as you squirm, making the removal even easier for him. you can feel all eyes on you as toji reaches for the clip of your bra, unhooking it and making your tits pop out. helplessly, you look at the screen, your writhing making them move in a jiggling motion, sweat shining and giving you the “oiled-up” look. he takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “what a sensitive girl,” he coos. “too bad she was too weak. now she’s going to have to take my cock.”

with that, he teasingly closes the distance between the waistband of your panties and his teeth, mouth snagging on the elastic. slowly, he drags them down, unveiling your glistening pussy for all eyes to see, and the crowd goes wild, chanting random requests at toji to do the most heinous things to you. as soon as you’re completely naked, he grabs you by the waist, propping you up against one of the corner posts. you’re now standing up, tearfully facing the arena as the wrestler kneels behind you, burying his face and nosing his way until your pussy, lapping up your wetness.

at the unexpected feeling of his tongue, you yelp, and toji slaps your ass. “stay still.” acquiescing, he licks up long stripes and shakes his head to grind his nose into your cunt, pleasuring you while humiliating you in front of everyone, forcing you to succumb to the pleasure he’s making you feel. while licking you, he groans. “fuck, this pussy is so sweet. i’ve run out of patience, fuck the performance part.”

with that, toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees on the floor and pulls down his pants. you don’t even look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

he drags his cock teasingly through your folds, and then brings it out to slap it against your ass, humming appreciatively at the recoil. then, as if he’s lost patience, he’s slowly entering you, pushing against your pussy’s resistance as he penetrates you in front of the whole arena. “fuck!” he groans, getting a better grip on you as he pushes your head down on the mat and fully goes to pound town.

the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “the fuck this pussy’s so tight for? thought you were a slut?”

you’re tearing up, the feeling of his dick hitting your g-spot straight on making you clench hard, overwhelmed by the feeling of him pummeling you and his hands on your body, feeling you up. clearly, he knew how to pleasure a woman, and it made you all the more annoyed. you were fucked out, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “you’re not turning me on, small dick.”

he did not like that very much.

toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? why is she dripping, you whore?” as if to demonstrate his point, he brings his fingers to rub at your clit furiously, collecting the wetness that had dripped down from your hole then shoving his fingers into your mouth. “suck.” when you did just that, suckling at his fingers while hollowing your hot, wet heat around the appendages.

at that, he groaned. “what a little cockwhore. shoulda made you suck my dick instead.”

in retaliation, you bite his fingers, hard, and then spit them out. “i would’ve bit your micro off.”

toji hisses, grabbing the hair at your scalp and pulling on it until your face was up, his mouth at your ear. “just for that, i’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.” he speeds up, moving his hips faster and fast. the hand that wasn’t at your hair is now sneaking his way down your back, until you gasp.

because he’s inserted his thumb inside your ass.

“oh, ho ho,” he laughs mockingly. “you liked that, didn’t you?” you offer him no response, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of the sheer amount of pressure you were feeling down there, being doubly stuffed. by now, your orgasm has been steadily building because of the sheer power of toji’s stroke game, but as soon as he hits your spot one last time, your eyes roll back, causing you to arch your back and writhe due to the intensity of your orgasm.

you’re breathing heavily, toji fucking you roughly through it. once you’ve gotten a hold of your sense, you come back to reality as you realize that the crowd has adopted a rhythm to their chants, your fans and his screaming the same thing.

cum! cum! cum!

and toji only chortles as he continues your thirst, looking at you once again, and you can tell that he’s staving his orgasm back just after experiencing your clenches with the way he’s biting his lips, sweat running down from his temple to his abs. “what do you say, baby? wanna give the crowd what they’re asking for?”

all it takes is a whimpered please, and toji just does what the crowd asks of him. ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear toji declared as winner.

as you exhaustedly lift your head up, you see that cameras are out all around you, focused on the screen. you’re flustered when you realize the billboard is displaying toji’s cum seeping out of you.

A hand on your shoulder. “you good?” toji’s looking at you, eyes twinkling.

you let out a breath. “yea,” you laugh, out of breath. “good round.”

and he’s huffing, giving you a hand to get on your back. you can only lie on the ground as he barks for clothes to be put on you and for some water. then he turns to look at you once more, eyes twinkling. “wanna go for more in my hotel?”

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a/n i was going to have him carry u up near to the stands where your fans could grab at ur titties but this is alr depraved as it is. now im going to take a breather from tumblr for the rest of this week becasue WHEW ch5 gojo yesterday and finished this today i am ON A ROLL. see you guys for next week's kinktober fic (comment if you want to be tagged)! much love<3

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mcufan72 · 2 years ago

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My all-time favourite series, perfectly created and written by my Queen @lokisprettygirl 👑.

HMBOMT Loki is the love of my life ❤️💚 and he will always have a special place in my heart 😍❤️‍🔥

A must-read 💕

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Hit me Baby, One more time

(Smut, angst, fluff) (Complete)

Summary : You're dragged unwillingly to watch a WWE match but your life is about to change entirely.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27

Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32

Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39 Part 40 Part 41 Part 42

Part 43 Part 44 Part 45 Part 46 Part 47

Part 48 Part 49 Part 50 Part 51 Part 52

Part 53 Part 54 Part 55 Part 56 Part 57

Part 58 Part 59 Part 60 Part 61 (Last)

Extras

Loki in an interview

(if this is your edit, please let me know so I can credit you properly, I found it on google and that's how I imagine Loki's hair in the series 😍)

#loki x reader #wrestler loki x reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader fic #loki x reader smut #loki x reader insert #loki x reader angst #loki x you #loki x female reader

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fandomfucker · 6 months ago

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Can I request poly! Judgement Day x virgin fem! Reader?

Mixed with this request: TJD X female reader story where they're all just chilling at home (rest and relaxation day) and the day ends with the devils tango?

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT!! (Condoms used, oral f&m receiving and giving, spit, fingering, vaginal penetration, choking, pet names, anal mentioned, praise, slight degradation, hair pulling)

A/N: Sorry its taken so long 😅

Word Count: 4,816

Reader's POV

As a pro-wrestler in a polyamorous faction, we took our days off very seriously. We didn't get many and even when we did get one, despite all being on the same show, the five of us were rarely all together.

Now, for the first time in almost two months, we all had the day off together. And we were going to make the best of it.

The first thing we all did together was sleep in. We had pushed two king beds together for one massive bed to fit all five of us when we moved in and we loved it. Not only could we all cuddle together at night, but it gave us more room for sex.

Having never been in a relationship before this at all, much less a poly one, I had been waiting to have sex with any of them. Just until I felt completely ready for it.

My other partners however, relished in the new amounts of space with each other. They would always reassure me that it didn't matter to them if I never wanted to have sex, so I've always felt very secure in my choices.

I woke up tangled in a mass amount of limbs. Being in the middle of four other people was usually wonderful but could also be suffocating at times.

Damian clung onto my back, his face pushed into the back of my neck while Finn clung to his. Dominik laid in front of me with his forehead resting against my chest while Rhea laid in a similar position as she spooned him from behind.

Taking a second to just breathe them all in, I snuggled back into my cocoon between Damian and Dominik and just enjoyed the moment. For once, there wasn't an alarm clock forcing us all to get up and leave, and all five of us were finally together.

"Mornin' sweetheart."

I lifted my head as best I could at the voice, still wrapped up tight in the boys' arms.

"Mornin' Mami," I grinned back.

"You want some breakfast? It's already almost 10:30." Rhea asked me, sitting up and beginning to stretch as her eyes roamed over the situation I was in and huffed a small laugh in pure amusement as I just stared up at her.

She began trying to gently pry Damian's hands from my waist where they were locking me in as she rolled Dominik over so he was also away from me.

"Come on! Get up!" Rhea playfully huffed as she grabbed my arm and began to pull me up.

Groaning, I made myself dead weight which only made her try harder to get me up.

"Can't we just stay here all day?" I pleaded, using my best persuasive voice.

"We can, but got to get some food in you first, my love."

Rolling my eyes I finally conceded with an "okay, okay, jeez" and let her pick me up to carry me out of bed so as not to disturb Dominik.

As soon as I was removed from his grasp, I heard him grumble his half-asleep annoyances before moving into the spot I'd just vacated and cuddling up to Damian who immediately wrapped his arms around him.

Rhea and I awed at them as she carried me out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. Sitting me down at the kitchen counter, she kissed the top of my head before walking over to the fridge and examining the contents inside.

"What do ya' feel like?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

I hummed to myself in thought as I looked past her into the fridge. "Can I just have some yogurt and coffee?"

She raised a brow at me. "That's gonna hurt your stomach."

I just waved her off and gave her a big toothy grin as she rolled her eyes but gave me my yogurt and began making a pot of coffee.

Heavy footsteps padded down the hallway and before I even had the chance to turn around to see who it was, a large hand landed on the top of my head, pulling me into them.

A kiss was planted on the top of my head, with a mumbled "good morning" before I was released and the chair next to me was pulled out and filled in by Dominik.

"Mornin', Mami," He greeted Rhea sleepily.

She threw a small smile over her shoulder, bidding him a good morning in return before going back to what she was doing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dom scrutinizing me from where he sat not even a foot away.

"What?" I asked him.

Instead of responding to me, he just frowned and leaned down, grabbing the leg of the stool I was sitting on and pulling it towards him so that the seats of our chairs touched.

"That's better," He mumbled to himself as he slumped against me, holding me tight as he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

My cheeks quickly heated as I looked over to Rhea in confusion, who was now watching us in amusement. She just shrugged at me before moving to the cabinet to grab some mugs.

I wrapped my arms around Dominik and began to lightly stroke his arm, tracing his tattoos.

Goosebumps began to spread out across his body underneath my fingers and he shivered, making me giggle. I cradled his head against my chest and gave the top of his head a kiss in apology.

His grip tightened on me and he snuggled his head further into my collarbone.

Rhea came over and placed two steaming hot mugs of fresh coffee in front of us, making Dom's head shoot up but his grip on me never faltered.

He stuck one of his knees in-between mine to keep me close as he reached out only one hand and grabbed my mug, beginning to cool it off by blowing on it.

Watching him do this simple little gesture of affection and care made me fall even harder for him. Once he had cooled it to what he deemed to be an acceptable temperature, he handed it to me, accompanied by a forehead kiss, before grabbing his own coffee and doing the same thing.

Sipping my perfect temperature coffee I just stared at him in wonder and love. In all the other relationships I'd been in since I was a teenager, no one had ever cooled off my coffee for me simply because.

He caught me staring at me and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes mid-blow.

My cheeks flushed again and a ducked my head down, staring at my coffee to avoid eye contact.

I could hear both Dom and Rhea laughing at me but before either of them could say anything, Finn walked into the room, followed closely by Damian.

"Mornin' loves," Finn went around the kitchen giving all three of us a kiss on the head before seating himself at the head of the kitchen table.

I myself gave him a small grunt in greeting as I began to shovel my yogurt into my mouth so we could all go back to bed sooner.

"Woah, woah, woah. Take it easy, mi amor." Damian took the spoon out of my hand, forcing me to swallow what I already had in my mouth before taking another bite. "What's got you in such a rush?"

I stole my spoon back, receiving a quick frown in response as Rhea answered him for me.

"She just wants to spend the whole day in bed with everyone. But everyone else still needs to eat first too so slow down, babe." She reprimanded me.

Dominik stole my attention away from our girlfriend by resting his hand on my knee.

"I'm not hungry so once you finish we can go back to bed until everyone else is done, okay?"

Nodding happily, I took my time and slowly finished the rest of my yogurt, taking sips of my now lukewarm coffee in between bites.

Rhea made Finn and Damian some more coffee while Finn made the three of them a proper breakfast. Watching them just interact with each other as I ate my own breakfast made me happier than anything.

I sat and watched Rhea, swatting Damian's hands away from trying to take her vegemite away from her. And then Damian complaining that her kisses would just take like vegemite now, and her putting even more onto her toast.

She pulled off a bit of the crust with a much smaller amount of the vegemite on it, and handed it to me. I happily grabbed it and popped it in my mouth, thanking her as I enjoyed the Australian treat.

Of the four of us non-Australians I liked vegemite the most. Not anywhere near the degree that Rhea did, but I did like a small bit on occasion.

Once I had finished my yogurt, Dominik took my hand and helped me off the stool. I went and gave Finn, Damian, and Rhea, who had now joined them at the kitchen table, a kiss on the cheek before taking Dom's hand again and letting him lead me back to our bedroom.

Immediately I catapulted into the bed, scrambling to get under the covers and comfy as I possibly could be. I heard Dominik laugh at my antics before also jumping into the bed, landing right next to me as he also scrambled under the covers.

Fully enveloped in the blankets, we stared at each other in the dark, giggling like we were little kids hiding from our parents after doing something we weren't supposed to.

Dominik kissed me on the nose before rolling over to lay on his stomach, and I quickly followed suite.

Our whispers filled the bedroom as we huddled close together under the blankets, as if we actually had any secrets from the others. The others who would soon walk into the room and stop dead in the tracks at the sight of us underneath the blankets, our whispers having ceased the moment we heard them cross the threshold.

"Gee, I wonder where Dom and Y/n are!" Damian playfully exclaimed before immediately divebombing on top of us. Dominik and I both let out a grunt as the air left our lungs and the blankets were pulled back to revel Damian's grinning face.

"Whatcha' doing in there?" He waggled his brows at us, resulting in me slapping his chest lightly as a light blush coated my cheeks while Dominik giggled beside me.

I ducked my head down to hid my face but was immediately brought back up by Rheas fingers underneath my chin, only increasing the heat on my face as our eyes locked.

She grinned at me, leaning in to give me a kiss on the top of my nose before settling under the covers next to me.

Still blushing, I settled back fully under the covers, situating myself to now lay on top of her. My arms rested together on Rhea's plush tatted thighs, my head laid atop them as she massaged my head with her nails.

The feeling of her nails on my scalp soothed me and pretty quickly I was falling asleep. Not that I minded, as Rhea's legs are always the best place to fall asleep. However, I was rudely awakened not long after by Dominik calling for my attention.

I peeled an eye open, seeing Rhea glaring at him from above me and slowly pushing myself to sit up.

"What?" I asked grumpily. I heard Rhea chuckle above me before she started scratching my back with her nails, something I often did to the four of them as well.

"There was an update on your game!" He excitedly showed me, shoving my Nintendo Switch in my face. Disney Dreamlight Valley was a game I had started playing by myself a little while back as it was a very relaxing, peaceful, game. Dom and Rhea both wound up getting into it a bit as well and would play on my world just to get me more materials and money. If we weren't all playing together then sometimes they'd take my phone to help me level up as well as was the case currently.

"What? No way! It's not supposed to be 'til tomorrow!" I excitedly grabbed my phone back from Dominik and began looking around in the game and checking for updates. I heard Rhea make an "ooh" noise behind me and soon both of them had joined my world and were running around with me.

Finn and Damian posted themselves at the ends of the bed, Finn cuddling into Rhea with Damian into Dominik and me in the middle of them all. The TV turned on and the two eldest of the group began channel surfing, Rhea imputing her opinion every so often of what she didn't want to watch. In the end they settled on Tattoo Wars again.

For the next few hours, I just played my on my switch, while the TV played in the background, my partners surrounding me on both sides.

Eventually, my legs started cramping and my eyes burned from the bright glare of my screen. I put my switch to the side and slide down the bed, under the covers, and rolled onto my stomach. I laid my arms back across Rhea's thighs and began idly tracing her tattoos.

Her leg twitched, nearly kicking my own leg, as she let out an involuntary giggle from above.

The covers lifted above my head and I looked up, meeting her eyes. "What are you doing, bug?" I grinned up at her innocently, dragging my finger up her thigh again making her shiver.

Like a panther, quick as lightning she lunged for me and had me on my back with my hands pinned above my head as she straddled my hips. She gave me a grin of her own now as I was completely in her control. Or as she and the others liked to say, under her spell.

My eyes widened slightly and I could feel my core grow hot with lust as I stared up at her above me, her necklaces dangling in my face. All three of the boys had now stopped what they were doing and watched us from where they each sat around the bed.

Breathing became harder as each of us refused to break eye contact, her looks quite literally taking my breath away. She leaned down and grazed my cheek with a kiss, making me shiver now.

Pining my wrists together in only one hand as the other one trailed down to my exposed thigh. She trailed her finger up and down the center before inching her way towards the inside of my thigh.

On pure instinct, my legs parted, making way for her hand to do whatever it pleased. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear, pulling away to grin wickedly at me as the ends of her hair now tickled my face.

The small pool of wetness between my legs only grew with her words. Her hand began to tease the brim of my shorts as she lowered her mouth to mine.

I moaned into her, the taste of her vegemite toast still on her tongue as she used it to explore my mouth. My hips lifted up into her hand, chasing friction as she slipped under my shorts, tracing circles on my clothed core.

A gasp left my mouth at the sensation of her cool fingers on my hot skin. "Be a good girl for Mami and I'll give you what you want, hm?" She murmured on my lips.

I nodded as another gasp escaped me, putty in her hands as she rubbed circles around my clothed clit.

She sat back a little and looked around at the boys who were now watching us raptly. "Can the boys join in too or do you want them to leave?" Rhea leaned back down to ask me quietly, just in case it would hurt the boys' feelings.

"They can join." I replied, albeit shakily.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." I smiled nervously at her.

She kissed my lips again, leaving me chasing after her as she pulled away from me, slinging her right leg back over my hips to sit on my my right side.

She moved the both of us so that she was on her knees, back against the headboard while I sat in front of her with my legs extended. She kept me there with a tight grip on my shoulders as Damian moved to be in front of me.

Rhea massaged my shoulders, her hands traveling up and down my arms sensually as I tried to focus on Damian in front of me.

He laid a hand on my thigh, the other hand coming up to cup my face. Leaning in, he placed his lips against mine. His hand on my thigh traveled up to the bottom of my shorts while one of Rhea's hands traveled down to cup one of my breasts through my shirt.

"Wait, wait, wait," I stopped, pulling away from Damian's lips.

All four partners immediately stopped in their tracks, whether they were touching me or not, and the ones that were pulled away.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked me in concern from the other end of the bed.

I nodded, "Yeah, um but...c-can we..."

Damian gripped my chin, gently tilting my head up to look at him. "Anything you need, Princesa. Just tell us what you want."

Blushing at the nickname, I wet my lips nervously before taking a deep breath.

"Can we use condoms? I know y'all usually don't and Rhea and I are both on birth control but I feel better with the extra protection."

"Of course carino, whatever makes you more comfortable." Dom piped up from where he now laid under Finn.

"Do you just want pregnancy protection or do you want me to use some too? 'Cause I have some in the drawer." Rhea questioned me. She still sat behind me on her knees massaging my shoulders and has now started up again.

I smiled at the genuine worry in her voice, truly willing to do whatever I wanted to make me comfortable. "No that's okay, babe. Just for the vaginal stuff with the boys. Everyone's been tested and hasn't been with anyone outside the group right?" I received four nods in confirmation. "Then I'm all good. Just nervous." I grinned up at her.

She grabbed my throat, forcing my head back even further, "Perfect. Just lay back and we'll do the rest."

She leaned over me and kissed my lips, still keeping a tight grip on my throat. Damian grumbled in front of me at the loss of his position and moved himself between my thighs. He hoisted up my hips, pulling my sleep shorts down and off my legs, my underwear entangled with them.

Reaching over to the bedside table, Damian withdrew three condoms from the drawer. He took one for himself and passed the other two to Finn and Dominik who were off to the other side of the bed but just close enough for me to reach them.

Rhea slid her lips down my chin, all the way to my throat, just under my ear and began her assault there, biting my skin only to lick away the hurt a second later. Breathy gasps left my mouth as she left her mark on me.

My shirt was ripped off my body for better access, my nipples hard and aching under her sensual touches.

A hand on my upper thigh made me turn my attention back towards the man in front of me. I'm met with the sight of his now covered cock standing stiff as he strokes himself, watching me and Rhea together.

A particularly hard bite makes me yelp at the same time Damian grips my thighs, harshly pushing them apart to bare myself to him. Sliding his hand up my thigh, he dragged his thumb up the center of my folds before leaning down and spitting right where his hand just was.

Upon seeing this, Finn and Dom both scooted their way over, moving around so each of them was sitting on either side of me. They each gripped a thigh and leaned down, adding their own spits to the mix.

And Rhea had no problem leaving my neck to move down and spread around the mixed spits of our partners with her tongue through my already soaked folds.

Without Rhea behind me now I was able to lay back on the pillows like she had told me to, as my partners all had their way with me.

I could tell they were still holding back a little and taking it slow though.

Finn and Dom were both naked now as well and I stroked each of their cocks just as Finn had instructed me to as Rhea fucked me with her tongue, using our partners' spit as lube. Damian watched over us all and positioned himself behind Rhea, pushing down on her upper back as she laid bent over on her knees before me.

He pushed her head further into me, making me moan aloud and squeeze the boys' dicks as well, causing them both to moan too. Dominik moved closer to my face and motioned for me to put his dick in my mouth. I did as I was told but wound up having a bit of difficulty still stroking Finn at the same time.

Dominik gripped my face in her hands, cupping right where my jaw met my throat. "Just focus on Finn, cariño."

I followed instructions and just focused on Finn as Dominik gather my hair in one hand, keeping the other hand cupping my jaw as he began to fuck my throat. "Tap my thigh if you need me to stop." He huffed out, continuously slamming his hips into me over and over again.

Not having to focus on two things at once now, I was able to stroke Finn faster, stretching my fingers down to knead his balls, making him throw his head back in ecstasy.

Rhea kept eating me out, fucking and sucking with her tongue until I was practically vibrating with the pleasure. She hummed onto my clit in amusement as my thighs squeezed around her head, only adding to the pit of fire brewing in my stomach.

I watched as Damian kneeled behind Rhea and, without a word, slammed himself into her, making her moan as she was thrusted into my pussy. When he had even taken her shorts off was a mystery to me.

Being the most unexperienced one there, I came first. My thighs clenched and shaking around Rhea's head as her metal tongue piercing swirled around my clit, being pushed and pulled into me as I watched from my vantage point Damian fuck her hard and quick.

"Fuck!" Dominik exclaimed right as he came hard into my mouth. Pulling out, he gave me the option to spit or swallow it.

I maintained eye contact with him as I swallowed it, the grip he had on my hair getting tighter as he watched it go down.

"Good girl, you beautiful little slut." He praised, kissing me on the mouth before pulling away and turning my head towards Finn.

Taking Finn's cock into my mouth, I set the pace this time as I felt Rhea dislodge herself from between my thighs.

I sucked Finn off until he abruptly pulled out of my mouth and came on my tits instead of in my mouth.

He grinned at me hungrily as he watched the liquid slide over and down my breasts, mixing with my sweat and making them shiny.

"Ah fuck!"

I turned and saw Rhea on her stomach just to the side of me with Damian still fucking her from behind, his hands holding her hips tight.

Just by the look on her face I could tell that she was coming pretty hard. I bit my lip as I watched the two of them together.

Damian moaned and gave one last large thrust as he also came into the condom he wore, still inside of Rhea. He head was thrown back, his eyes closed but when he turned to look at me it was like there was no one else in the world.

"You wanna get in on this?" He questioned me, moving away from Rhea to take off and throw away the condom. I nodded eagerly and awaited my instructions.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dom and Finn already back on top of each other, kissing each other like their lives depended on it while Finn fucked Dom.

"What do you want then, sweetness?" Rhea breathily asked me as she pushed herself up.

My face grew hot at the nickname. She hadn't called me that one before and it caught me off guard, not to mention, I was too embarrassed to tell them I wanted her to sit on my face while Damian fucked me blind.

Sensing my nervousness, Damian reached out and tucked back the strands of hair stuck to my forehead with sweat.

"Y/n, I promise you, whatever you want is totally okay with us. We've probably done it before anyways," He smiled at me. "Just tell us what you want so we can make you feel good."

I sucked in a deep breath, before just speed-running my words. "I want Mami to sit on my face while you fuck me."

"That, we can do." Rhea grinned cheekily at me. Gripping my shoulders she gently pushed me down to lie flat in my back, throwing some of the extra pillows behind me to the floor for more room.

My hands reflexively gripped her thighs as she swung her left leg over my hip. Smiling down at me, me began making her way up my body until she was directly over my face.

She stroked my hair as I held onto her upper thighs for dear life. "You ready?"

I nodded, the more than perfect sight of her bare pussy over top of me more than enough to steal my breath away.

Rhea leaned on the headboard with one hand while the other stayed entangled in my hair as I felt Damian put my legs up so my knees were in the air.

I felt him situate himself between them, gripping my own thighs for support as he rubbed his cock up and down my pussy.

Rhea turned back towards him and gave him a nod but before I could ask them about it, Rhea spread her knees out and rested all her weight on top of me, while Damian simultaneously inserted himself into me, straight to the hilt.

My back arched in ecstasy as Damian began to pound into me, the same way he had to Rhea. I kept my tight grip on her thighs to keep myself grounded as I reveled in the sensations from both partners.

Rhea's grip on my hair tightened when I stuck my tongue into her cunt, making me go deeper and faster than I thought I could. Keeping one hand on her leg, I brought the other one down to rub on her clit.

I could feel Damian doing the same thing, thrusting into me as he drew circles on my clit making me moan into Rhea's pussy, only adding to her own pleasure even more as she grinded down on my face.

Soon, I could feel both of our thighs beginning to shake on the verge of orgasm as well as Damian's thrusts beginning to become erratic.

With a final thrust of both tongue and cock, all three of us came, shaking and panting.

As soon as Rhea was able to move again she removed herself from my face, resulting in a whimper from me as her slick stuck to my chin, strings of it connecting the two of us as she pulled away.

Feeling a weight that wasn't Rhea on my stomach I looked down to see Damian's exhausted head lying on my lower belly. I smiled and ran my shaky fingers through his hair, a smile tugging at his features as sweat shone on his skin.

I didn't even notice Dom and Finn's absences from where they had been next to us until Finn was holding a wet wash cloth and making Damian get off me. He kissed my thigh before spreading them apart again and starting to clean me up.

I smiled at him in thanks, still at a loss for words as my head rolled to the side, watching as Dominik cleaned up Rhea.

"I think I'm ready for actual food now." I announced. "And maybe a shower," I scrunched my nose in fake disgust, watching as my partners all looked at me like I had hung the moon.

"Actually, I'm thinking we have a girls only bath time, hmm?" Rhea responded, holding out her hand for me to grab.

Once my hand was enveloped in hers, she led me off the bed and into the master bathroom, locking the door behind us to the annoyance of the boys.

That night started me and Rhea's tradition of taking a bath together after every group session. Not only because we both despise being sticky, but because it also gives us a little bit of girl time after being with all the guys.

Which 90% of the time just led to more sex between the two of us. The boys don't need to know that.

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All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery

POLY JUDGMENT DAY – 18+ MINORS DNI!

WRESTLER-READER (female) X WWE JUDGMENT DAY – RHEA RIPLEY, DAMIAN PRIEST, DOMINIK MYSTERIO, FINN BALOR

WARNING - (A PURE & UNAPOLOGETIC ANGST FUELLED SMUT FICTION)

(Alcohol, verbal abuse, physical violence, angst, mentions of drug use)

This one is gonna get a little dark so….. Y’all beeeeen warned. What can I say? It’s KINKTOBER BABY, and personally I do love some dark-angst fueled smutty relationship drama!

All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery…

PART ONE

It was late Friday evening; the sun had laid itself down on the crease of the horizon, exhausted and content with the days play as the moon prepared to take over its duty. Soft rain clouds hung low in the sky; their silver linings illuminated by the yellow tinged artificial light of the lamp posts dotted throughout the street.

In a fast attempt to avoid the incoming rainstorm Rhea began making her way inside from the car. Reaching into her jacket pocket for her house keys she unlocked the front door to their shared home, her hands filled with a couple of shopping bags from a quick stop at the grocery store. The entire group were fortunate to have the full weekend off and had opted to have a full weekend at home together. A couple days of just them, of just her and her lovers. To get away from all the demanding cameras, all the nosey fans and the ever-challenging management & production team at WWE. Just the five of them with a mix of some good food, movie nights, warm cuddles and those oh so magical moments in the bedroom.

Except upon reaching the door Rhea could hear the muffled but increasingly loud voices from inside, what sounding like a screaming match between Y/N and Dominik?

“What the hell?” Rhea muttered under her breath as she unlocked the door and made her way inside, dropping her own bag inside of the door, up against the wall and locked up the house behind her before making her way through the hallway to the kitchen.

There, leaning against the cooking counters stood Finn and Damian, each with a drink in their hand looking ever more frustrated. Damian, who had opted for a cold bottle of beer straight from the fridge took a swig while offering a half smile to Rhea, the bottle still had small fragments of ice on the side of the label as it clung on to his skin, he ran his free hand over his head and through his tight braids leaving a few shards of ice behind which quickly melted from his own body heat, sighing as he did so. Meanwhile, Finn held a mug of hot coffee to his lips and took a sip raising his eyebrows in her direction. Taking a deep breath in he spoke.

“Welcome home love…” Finn said jokingly as he exhaled, the angry muffled voices above them continued, only getting louder with every passing minuite. All three of them glanced up at the ceiling, Damian shaking his head as they did.

“Oy vey…” Damian stated, taking another swig of his beer.

“What the hell is going on? I was gone for what… about an hour?” Rhea stated as she dropped the shopping bags on the counter, looking over at the clock on the wall. The contents of one of the bags had spilled out, to reveal boxes of fresh fruit, a packet of pre-made waffle mix and a container of fresh free-range eggs.

“About an hour…?” Damian questioned looking over at Finn who tilted his head to the side and nodded, coffee still in hand.

“Yep, about an hour? Id says that’s about how long they have been at it for.” He shook his head setting his coffee mug to the side and hopping up to take a seat on the edge of the countertop.

“What?!” Rhea exclaimed, rather surprised by their statement.

“Mi Vida, about two minutes after you left they started.” Damian responded, finishing his drink and disposing of the bottle before offering to put the shopping away.

Rhea removed her jacket and threw it to the side as she put her hands on her hips, looking up at the ceiling where it sounded as if a war had begun. It was no surprise to the three of them that y/n and Dom were arguing, being the youngest of the group they often bickered or fell out with each other. But it was always short lived and nine times out of ten, the whole argument was always over nothing.

“What are they fighting about now?” Rhea questioned the boys. Damian who was putting the last of the groceries away looked over to Finn who was scrolling through social media on his phone. He looked up to Damian before they both glanced back at Rhea.

“You don’t know do you…?” She stated.

“Honestly love, we figured it was easier to just let them get on with it. You know what they are like” Finn responded, before returning to his phone.

Damian closed the door and walked over to Rhea, running his hands up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “The gambling man I am, I would put money on the pair of them making up before dinner. And no doubt they will end up having a little make up session just to make us jealous” He took his hand to reach for her chin, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I know you Rhea, you don’t need to worry about them, they will be…” But Damian’s voice was quickly cut off when suddenly a loud crash came from upstairs, followed swiftly a loud thump and another loud crashing sound against the floor.

All three of the judgment day members in a blind panic tossed everything to one side and scrambled their way up the stairs. Rhea leading the charge swung open the door to the master bedroom to a sight none of them were fully prepared for.

“FUCK YOU, YOU SELF ENTITLED PRICK!” Y/n screamed at the top of her voice, her arms swinging by her side having just launched one of the bedside lamps straight at Dominik’s head. He had been fortunate enough for his reflexes to kick in and had ducked out of the way just in time, knocking over the cabinet behind him sending the television set crashing down to the floor.

“You fucking psychotic bitch! The fuck is wrong with you!” Dom spat back pulling himself back to his feet, with sweat dripping from his head he ran his hands back through his dark-haired mullet, exposing a rather obvious red mark from his fall just above his eye.

“Me?! What’s wrong with me? You are a selfish rat do you know that! No wonder your dad was happy to see the back of you!”

Dom lunged forward towards y/n as the fire of a thousand suns grew inside of him, the hatred for his girlfriend growing every stronger by her words. Damian was quick to leap into action and hold him back whilst Finn grabbed a hold of y/n, locking his arms into hers so the two of them couldn’t rip each other apart.

“I don’t see Rey racing to get you back, do you? You're pathetic Dom, a pathetic little LIAR!” Y/n laughed through her teeth as she ran her tounge across her lip which had been busted open from a previous scuffle only minutes prior to this declaration of war.

“Arghhh, FUCK YOU!!!” Dom tried to throw himself at her, kicking his legs and yelling at the top of his voice while Damian and Finn both held on tightly, trying to keep them apart.

“SHUT UP THE PAIR OF YOU!” Rhea stepped in to the middle of their path towards each other, having finally both seen and heard enough from the pair.

“I don’t know what the HELL is going on right now but THIS… THIS IS NOT OKAY! This is NOT ACCEPTABLE!” She took a breath in and looked at each of them, turning her head and letting out a heavy sigh. “This is not how we do things, in this relationship we talk, we talk with our voice’s and we DO NOT put our hands on one another. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME” Rhea stated, trying to control her temper as her blood boiled at the thought of any of her lovers on purposely trying to hurt the other.

Damian and Finn didn’t release their grip as they both looked at each other, lightly shaking their heads as each of them felt their own little warriors’ bodies tightening in their grip.

“You two clearly cannot be in the same room as each other…. And that, that hurts me to see.” Rhea’s voice broke off at the end, you could see the upset in her eyes as they glazed over with emotion.

For a minute both y/n and Dom paused, seeing the genuine pain they had inflicted on Rhea. But it only lasted a moment, because the second Damian and Finn released their grip on the pair they locked eyes again, and like a bull in a China shop that rage came back, and boy did it hit like a tsunami.

Dominik and y/n once again lunged toward each other, only millimeters part before the boys managed to regain their grip around the fighting duo and pull them back.

“Oh brilliant, bloody brilliant. I don’t know what the matter is between you two, but you need to sort this shit out, and sort it out now!” Rhea demanded, making her way over to Dominik. She looked up at Priest and signaled for him to let go of the boy who was ever so slightly lifted of the floor. Dominik dropped back to his feet and fidgeted on the spot, unable to control the rage that was growing inside of him.

Rhea snapped her fingers in his face to gain his attention and taking her hand to his face she examined his now semi blackeye. Glancing over her shoulder to y/n in a very unimpressed gesture she returned her focus to Dom.

“Dom, take a breath, stand still and tell me why you are fighting” She asked, releasing her grip on his face. But Dominik said nothing, his eyes solely locked on y/n and his face showing nothing but discontent for his partner.

Rhea took a sharp breath and turned on the spot now facing y/n, she shrugged her shoulders, inviting y/n to answer the same question but just like Dominik, y/n kept her eyes locked on the boy, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

“This. Ends. Tonight. Do you hear me?!” Rhea stared the pair of them down before signaling for Finn to release y/n.

Rhea now stood directly in-between the pair.

“So, help me god if either of you take a step forward, I will show you a whole new world of hurt…” She said as she crossed her arms. Damian and Finn both took a step back from the situation in an attempt to begin clearing up the mess that had been created.

Y/n breathing was heavy, her breaths short and her hands shook in a mix of adrenaline and an alcohol induced buzz. Dom looked down at her palms noticing and smirked. He cleared his throat to gain some attention as Rhea looked over to him.

“How many…?” He questioned y/n. Damian and Finn paused, stopping what they were doing and looked over to the young boy in both confusion and curiosity.

Y/n stood still, her hands continuing to shake as her eyes glazed over in a furious spite for Dom, he wasn’t about to cross the line, was he?

“How many baby…” Dom asked again, his menacing smile growing as his dark eyes pierced through her.

“Careful…” y/n whispered under her breath, the look they gave each other signified the love they had was gone, now replaced by a need for revenge on the other. “Don’t cross that line Dominik, you aren’t the only one with skeletons in your closet” Y/n glared back at Dom who offered her a wink, knowing full well just how much it would infuriate her.

“How many what? What skeletons? We don’t have secrets, what the hell are you both talking about!?” Rhea said, throwing her hands in the air as she turned repeatedly looking between them. Damian and Finn looking between each other equally confused and concerned.

“What is wrong with you two tonight? You’ve fallen out before sure; you’ve argued many times but not to this extreme. Why are you so intent on hurting each other! It’s just not like you…” Damian exclaimed, shaking his head, equally hurt by the events of the evening.

Dom huffed and walked away, removing his shirt and tossing it in the laundry basket as headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Stopping for a moment he turned to look at Rhea, jerking his head for her to join him, but Rhea was more concerned with dealing with the incidents of the evening rather than ignoring it all just to have a quickie.

Y/n turned and attempted to walk out of the room, her legs wobbling ever so slightly as she gained her composure.

“Y/N!” Rhea shouted racing after her, now standing at the top of the stairs while y/n was already halfway down, Finn had swiftly followed behind her while Damian had opted to try and talk some sense into Dominik. "Where are you going?!" Rhea yelled.

Y/n paused for a moment, refusing to look up or make eye contact, instead staring emptily in front of her she responded “Gym” before carrying on.

“I’ll join you” Finn stated, edging his way around Rhea and racing down the stairs after y/n. He paused and looked up to his auzzie lover whose eyes were full of worry. “It will do them good to be apart, talk to Dom, we will work this out… I promise” Finn smiled before running ahead to catch up once more to y/n who had already made her way out the front door and into the pouring rain.

“But we….” Rhea called out but upon hearing the door slam behind Finn she collapsed onto the stair banister and sighed. “We have a gym here… and it’s raining.”

-TEN MINUTES LATER –

Rhea rose back to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes and collected herself. She turned on the spot and strode into the master bedroom, she stomped straight past Damian who was adjusting the television set back into its place. Rhea opened the door to the ensuite bathroom and pulled at the shower curtain, reaching in and grabbing onto Dominik’s arm before pulling him out. He was quick to grab a towel from the rain and wrap it around his waist before Rhea threw him onto the edge of the bed and bent down so her face was in line with his.

“Firstly….Dominik. If you ever, ever lay a hand on y/n again so help me god I will make you pay. Do you understand me?” Rhea was calm and collected, her eyes staring into his soul. Dom took a hard swallow and gulped, nodding his head.

“Good. Secondly, do not think your actions this evening have been forgiven, you will both deal with the consequences of trashing this bedroom later, do you understand?”

Again, Dom nodded, very aware than the Dominant and primal Mami had fully taken over the situation now.

Rhea stood back up, straightening her back and crossed her arms.

“Now, spill….” Rhea meant business, and Dom knew it. In fact so did Damian who was trying to keep himself busy reconnecting the television cables and stay distracted from his increasing hard on that was pulsing between his thighs.

Dom paused for a moment, unsure of what to do, because while he hated Y/n in that moment, he didn’t really want to hurt her, he wanted to protect her, but doing that would run the risk of his own secrets coming out.

“Dominik….” Rhea stated once more, bringing his attention fully back on her.

He took another hard gulp and turned his head, pointing over to y/n bedside draw.

Rhea walked over calmly and opened it to find nothing, it was empty. She turned her head, questioning the boy. Dom stood, holding tightly to the towel and made his way over, reaching a hand into the draw and with one finger slid the back of the draw compartment across, revealing a false back.

He looked down at his feet and took a breath before stepping back as Rhea knelt down to look inside.

“Fuck….” She said.

TBC

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

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madhatterbri · 11 days ago

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Mine | J.U.

Summary: Can I request a Jey Uso x girlfriend reader fic with a tiny bit of smut?, Reader has had enough of Rhea trying to make moves on her man, so she makes out with Jey in the ring to show Rhea that Jey is hers 😍. Things get a little too hot and heavy between reader and Jey too lol

Author's Note: Giving this a shot for my little kiwi. ❤️

Requested by: @miss-kuki-nz

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Taglist: @terrortwinunicorn @magicalbuttertarts

As always, requests are open! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ❤️

Jey Uso leaned against the ring post closest to the commentator table. The live show was currently on pause as commercials played for the viewers at home. The stadium was dark so the audience could see the titantron.

"Go get'em, Jey!" Rhea called out from the announcer table. She was to give commentary during his match. The audience around her cheered.

His girlfriend, Y/N, rolled her eyes at the fellow female wrestler. She walked towards her boyfriend. Two of her fingers rested on the top of his pants. They moved to climb up his tan skin. His brown eyes looked down. His breath hitched in his throat.

"What you doin'?" He asked roughly.

Her fingers stopped at his chest.

"Relax, baby, just showing her who you belong to," she cooed. Her palm pressed against his bare chest.

He lulled his head back as her hand ran up his flesh. Y/N wrapped her hand behind his neck. His head moved towards her. Her other hand found its way to the small of his back to keep him from moving.

"Y/N...," he whispered. Their noses brushed together. He panted at the simple touch.

Out of her peripheral, she could see Rhea was fuming. Y/N smirked and focused on Jey. He licked his lips. His brown eyes showed the battle he waged within himself. A part of him wanted to stop this, but the other part was ready for more.

"Jey," she spoke. Her lips pressed against his bottom lip. His bottom lip pulled by her teeth.

All rational thought flew out of his head. He wrapped his arms around her. Any hope for either of them to escape the others' clutches was long gone. Jey kissed her hungrily. He switched them around so she was leaning against the corner.

The stadium around them seemed to melt away. Their focus on each other. He wraps one of her legs around his waist. His hips ground into hers. She gasps sharply. Their lips crashed against each other.

"Jey," a cameraman whispers harshly. They started to remember they were in a stadium. Luckily, it was darker than usual, or the audience would have seen. At least only those right by the ring could see. "We coming back on,"

Jey dropped her leg back to the mat. Y/N adjusted herself. She turned to Rhea and waved. If looks could kill, Y/N would be dead.

"You ain't getting away with this so easily. You wanna show out, I'm gonna show you something later," Jey told her. He sealed his words with a rough kiss.

#fanfiction #wwe #wwe fanfiction #jey uso x reader #jey uso #jey uso x y/n

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mamirhodessxox · 8 months ago

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

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

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

Dummies In Love

Dashing!Cody Rhodes x Innocent Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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salemshotspot · 6 months ago

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HOW DOLLS SHOULD BE TREATED

Shawn Michaels x Reader

Kind Of A Song Fic If You Squint?

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

DESC: Shawn helps the reader out when she can’t record to moans for his song as well as he knows she can

Female Reader [She/Her]

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Slight Choking//Implied Possessive Behaviour//Age Gap//Not Proof Read

RED >> Song lyrics

A/N >> NOT GREAT BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY

TAGS: @dilfs-4life

Enjoy!

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Y/n couldn’t believe her luck, she had grown up both watching and loving wrestling. Y/n was a semi-successful vocalist who was mostly well known for her work with the wwe; remastering a great deal of wrestler's theme songs with a contemporary twist

Y/n was having an uneventful day, it was her first day off work in a while, although it was uneventful she appreciated being able to rest after a busy few weeks. However this rest did not last long, y/n’s phone mockingly lit up with an email notification causing y/n to sigh as she realised it was from no other than the head of the creative team at the wwe; y/n's boss.

‘Hey y/n,

I’m writing to inform you we are remastering a song for a wrestler’s return [who cannot be revealed as of yet as his return has not been released to the public] and he has requested you by name to work on the song. Your vocals will only be backing vocals compared to your usual main track vocals so please come to my office before the end of the day in order to discuss if you’d want the role and what it would entail both job and pay wise.

-the wwe creative team.’

Y/n stares at her phone in disbelief, not only was a big time wrestler returning, causing her to become excited as a long time fan of the sport, but they paid enough attention to her work that they wanted her out of everyone to work on their song? Although she was determined to enjoy her day off, y/n practically jumped out of her seat and began getting ready to go into work, even if she didn’t want the job there was no harm in turning up and hearing them out right? Worst case scenario she doesn’t take the job but finds out which wrestler is returning to the sport.

Once y/n makes her way into work her boss spotted her and pulled her into their office and invited her to sit down and began explaining what they had already said in the email but they began sensing the idea of disinterest towards the job from y/n which is confirmed when she began speaking.

‘I’ll be straight with you boss' she begins ‘in not sure this job is right for me, I’ve only just gotten time off and I want to take advantage of tha-‘ but her boss cuts her off with a devilish smile.

'Before you say no to the job’ they say picking up the phone and telling somebody on the line to ‘send him in’ ‘at least hear the man out who so desperately wanted you for the job.’

Y/n’s mind began to race theorising who could be coming in, could it be a beloved wrestler from the attitude era like Steve Austin, wanting to have a final run, wanting to add vocals to his song to appeal to fans or could it be a more modern wrestler who had been out due to injury for a while like CM Punk, finally ready for his return?

It was while she was theorising as to which wrestler it could possibly be that none other than Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid, entered the room and sat down in the chair opposite y/n. Once y/n locked eyes with Shawn her eyes widened as she was flooded with emotions; starstruck didn’t even begin to cover it.

Shawn cleared his throat, pulling y/n out of her trance; ‘it’s great to finally meet you y/n’ he says smiling warmly, ‘I was really looking forward working with you, I was thinking we could go into the recording room and have a practice run.’ Y/n began to protest as a wave of unexpected anxiety washed over her being face to face with a wrestler she grew up watching, she grew up fantasising about- ‘y/n?’ Shawn questioned, causing y/n to blush softly.

Y/n took a deep breath to compose herself and smiled at the man across from her, ‘ok, sure, we can have a test run but I’m not promising anything’ she says in an anxious yet teasing manner as both herself and Shawn made their way to the recording room after promising the creative director they will both be back in the office within the hour with y/n's answer about whether or not she is going to take the job.

Shawn closed the soundproof door of the recording room gently behind the two of them and motioned for the younger woman to sit down in one of the many chairs in the room. As y/n took her seat Shawn began pacing a small area of the room as he spoke; not before apologising to y/n for his pacing, claiming 'moving around helps me get my words out properly' he pauses for a second, 'I'm not too good with articulation you see' he says with a chuckle to mask his insecurity. Y/n assured him that he didn't need to apologise, causing a sense of relief to wash over Shawn as he continued speaking.

As he continued speaking y/n's mind began to wander as Shawn spoke; her heart began to race as the realisation set in, as she realised exactly what parts of the song she would be running through for Shawn to judge if she's the 'right fit' for the job. As Shawn noticed the woman growing increasingly more nervous he placed his large, rugged hand on the woman's lap, gently grazing his thumb over her leg, bringing y/n's focus back to the conversation before he continued vocalising his idea.

'The lovely creative director back in there has informed me that you're familiar with my song, so I was thinking we run through it as it is then if the stars align for me and you want to work on the rewrite we can go from there' he says almost excitedly.

'Sounds good' y/n replied sheepishly with as she went onto one of the computers in the recording room to prepare a backing track as the computers had all of the wrestling backing tracks saved onto them for the creative team when necessary. While she was preparing the track Shawn also requested that y/n also recorded the process of them practicing the vocals so they could listen back to it and see if either of the two have any improvements or changes in min; Y/n hums in agreement and pulls up a recording software.

Once each piece of software was in place and the recording had begun Shawn gave y/n a nod to begin, the young woman took a deep breath and closed her eyes thinking if she couldn't see Shawn she'd be less embarrassed and in turn be able to perform better.

'Oh.. Oh.. Shawn' Y/n attempted to moan out like the original version of the man's song but she was barely able to mutter the words, let alone confidently moan them how she needed to. 'Great' y/n thought to herself, not only was she completely ruining her chance at the job but more so she was embarrassing herself in front of Shawn Michaels of all people, she was expecting to open her eyes to find Shawn laughing at her pathetic attempt to mimic his iconic song. However to y/n's surprise when she opened her eyes she was greeted by the older man's eyes filled with patience, there wasn't an ounce of mockery in the man's eyes.

'I'm sorry' y/n began, but before she could continue Shawn cut her off, almost parroting back the words she said to him before 'you don't need to apologise sweetheart' he reassured her in a low register 'why don't you give it another go, imagine you're going at it with your dream man' he teased making y/n flustered. Y/n jokingly nodded and agreed to try again with Shawn's 'expert advice' in mind.

Y/n closed her eyes once again and despite her best efforts to not imagine Shawn, trying her hardest to fantasise about anything other than the older man making her a quivering shaking mess using nothing but his fingers- y/n gulped at the idea, feeling herself grow increasingly wet merely at the thought.

Biting her lip, y/n completely missed her cue, only realising once Shawn asked her through a smirk 'is there something on your mind doll?' causing y/n to to immediately begin apologising and attempting to explain away her making a complete fool of herself before Shawn stood up and stepped closer to the seated woman, towering over her.

'I think my suggestion worked a little too well sweetheart' he jokes 'who are you thinking of in that mind of yours? A little boyfriend?' He questions, emphasising the 'boy', seemingly mocking the age of anybody y/n could possibly be dating.

'I don't have 'a little boyfriend' actually' y/n replies, causing one of Shawn's eyebrow to raise in a curious manner at the woman; without missing a beat, Shawn questions back in a curious tone 'who was making your mind wander so much you missed your cue then?' Seeing the woman's doe-like eyes widen as if starving for light as she assures Shawn it was 'no one in particular' was all the conformation Shawn needed, he's been around enough women to know when one was enamoured with him.

Craning his neck downwards so his face was inches from the woman's, Shawn asks in a seductive whisper 'do you trust me doll?' To which y/n responded with a simple nod. With that, Shawn moved over to the woman's ear and instructed her to press record on the computer as he nipped as the skin on her neck teasingly, causing y/n to let out a desperate whine.

Shawn swiftly moved from the woman's neck, not wanting to leave any visible marks on the woman, Shawn liked to see himself as a gentleman and didn't want people seeing the young woman leaving the room covered in markings, people can be cruel and Shawn has the rest of his life to mark the woman's pretty little neck, this what he was doing now was simply business.

Shawn made sure he let his hands graze down y/n's body as he gracefully falls to his knees, once on his knees he effortless pulled the woman's loose fitting jeans down to her ankles exposing her panties, already soaked from the way Shawn had been lightly touching her. Shawn's eyes grew lustful with hunger at the sight. With an uncharacteristically demanding tone Shawn began speaking to the woman; 'be a good doll and make sure you’re practicing your vocals’ he demanded as he softly pulled the woman’s cotton panties aside, the softness of the fabric had nothing on the softness of y/n’s skin as Shawn firmly gripped onto the woman’s thighs, spreading them to the side to gain better access to the heat between the woman’s legs.

With a cockiness to him Shawn dramatically allowed his tongue to fall out of his mouth, practically gasping for y/n like a dehydrated dog, Shawn took his tongue and painfully slowly glided it over the heat between y/n’s legs until he found himself at her clit. He hovered over the aching ball of nerves, his hit breathe being the only sensation pulsing through y/n causing her to desperately push her hips upwards in an attempt to bring her clit and Shawn’s mouth into contact.

‘Tut-Tut-Tut’ Shawn mocks ‘you’re so desperate for Shawn to make you feel good aren’t you darling' he continues as he uses his fingers to open y/n's folds, revealing her wet hole, desperately pulsating at the thought of being filled. With his free hand Shawn gently pries the young woman's plump untouched lips open and slid two fingers into her mouth and just like it was second nature y/n began to coyly suck on his long, thick digits.

Shawn’s eyes glaze over at the sight of the young woman enveloping his fingers in her mouth so easily; ‘now how about we see if you’re this good at swallowing my fingers elsewhere hmm?’ Shawn states as he pulls his fingers from y/n’s mouth still connected by a string of saliva. With ease Shawn slides his fingers coated in y/n’s spit into the gasping hole between her legs, walls immediately clamping down on him in fear of the empty feeling it’ll be left with if Shawn dares removes his fingers from y/n. Once y/n had adjusted to the feeling of Shawn’s fingers beautifully stretching her in a delicate way which she had never experienced before Shawn began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of y/n, in his mind claiming her as his own.

As y/n let out a soft moan Shawn snakes his hand around her throat and applied soft pressure, not enough to hurt her but enough to get her attention, in a smug and condescending tone Shawn utters ‘I don’t hear you practicing those vocals darlin’ I bet you can do so good for ol’ Shawn if you try.’ This praise was enough to have y/n melting into his touch, eager to please the man who had her falling apart in his hands.

Once again y/n attempts the dreaded vocals, but as she opens her mouth Shawn’s fingers pick up their pace, causing unimaginable waves of pleasure to course through the woman; 'Oh.. Oh.. Shawn' she practically screams as Shawn praises her efforts ‘good girl, you’re doing so well for me.’

Although Shawn had all the vocal samples he needed he continued pumping his fingers in and out of the woman until he felt her walls clamp down on him, until the woman’s delicate hands gripped at his forearm; with a smirk Shawn removed his fingers become y/n reached her climax, completely playing into the persona which his song encompasses he stands up and almost cockily says ‘hands off the merchandise’ expecting a laugh or at least a smile from his y/n, however upon seeing her pouting at him for denying her of her first real orgasm; that being an orgasm from a man who knew exactly how to send a woman over the edge, Shawn grinned and whispered into her ear; ‘don’t get short with me darlin' if we get through this meeting with the creative director then I want to take you back to my place and show you what all the fuss about the heartbreak kid really is’ he teasingly nibbled on her ear and continued ‘what kind of a gentleman would I be if I let a doll like you climax in an office hmm? Let me show you how dolls should be treated.’

Y/n blushed, unaccustomed to this kind of treatment, in response Shawn grabbed her hand, helped her back into her pants and led her back to the creative director to tell them that y/n had agreed to take the job after all.

Shawn wouldn’t admit this to anybody but his heart welled with excitement through the entire meeting fantasising about showing y/n what a real man can do, he was excited to have her desperately pleading for him because he’s the only man that can make her feel good, but more than anything he was excited to make her his, after all, who better to look after such a sweet little doll than the wrestler whose gimmick was love?

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A/N >> Would anyone want a part 2 to this fic? Drop suggestions/requests if you have any

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwf x reader #wwe oneshot #90s wwf #wwf superstars #wwf #shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels #hbk x reader #hbk #heartbreak kid x reader #heartbreakkid #heart break kid #heartbreak kid #song #song fic #Spotify

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magicalbuttertarts · 2 months ago

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WWE Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Damian Priest x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: unprotected sex. P in v sex. Oral (f receiving). So much fluff.

WC: 2892

Gifs and photos do not belong to me: title photo is from @lorena26 . The other photo was from Damian's Instagram.

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

F/Reader looks back at how her and her husband Damian got together. She was a sorority girl, and he was the hot nerd that couldn't keep a relationship.

I rolled over, slowly placing my hand on his side of the the bed, but I felt just a cold pillow. I opened one eye to see that I was alone, and I instantly knew where he would be.

It also helped that I heard the laughter of second youngest laughing at her father, bringing a tired smile to my face.

I got up and stretched, putting on one of his old star wars tshirts and a pair of his boxers that I have taken for myself, and walked down the hallway towards the sound of kids play room.

I could see him sitting at the sparkly yellow table, with a tiara on his head, a green feather boa over his shoulders, and his glasses on his face as he clicked tea cups with Elena, and then with our youngest, Benito, who was happily clapping his hands in his father's lap, swinging the plastic teacup around, almost hitting my husband in the face.

I smiled as I watched this moment happen between the three of them.

I decided to leave them there and to start on breakfast.

But as I got to the kitchen, I could smell that he already had something in the oven, and my mouth instantly watered as I could smell the Pan de Mallorca baking in the oven.

I decided to leave it alone, already knowing he has a timer on his phone ready to check on it.

I walked towards our family room, enjoying the peace and quiet until the rest of our children woke up.

Knowing our two oldest, they would be in bed until I go and wake them up.

It wasn't very often I get mornings like this, as Damian is away from home most week days.

He built up his own IT Cybersecurity firm, and he has truly worked hard all these years building up his company.

He is proud of it and says that it is one of his greatest accomplishments, but when asked what is greatest accomplishment is, he always says his family.

As I sat in our family room, I looked at all the photos of us throughout the years.

We have photos upon photos on the wall, and they are all wonderful memories, but then my eyes caught the one in the center of it all.

The very first photo Damian and I ever took together.

I couldn't help but think back all those years ago, and how we got together.

It was my last year of university and I was focused on partying along with my sorority sisters.

I was a Legacy, my mother before me was in the same sorority, as was her sisters and my grandmother.

When I first got to University, I didn't want to belong to any sorority, but when I got accepted to the same university as my family members, I knew I would be sought after.

At first I said no, that I didn't want to be apart of it, wanting to be my own person, but then there was problem with the dorms, and I didn't have a place to stay on campus.

So I said yes, and now I am almost done school, having the best time with my sorority sisters.

My GPA is decent, 3.7 so the partying has never gotten in the way of that.

I dated throughout school, but none never seemed to stick. They were basically jocks whose whole life revolved around whatever sport they played and partying.

So for the first time in a long time, I am single, and I promised myself that I was going to be single for my last year and try to focus on school and my friends.

But then Quantum mechanics that last year was kicking my ass.

◆

"You will be assigned a tutor." My Professor said to me, and all I could was agree.

"Who is it?" I asked her.

"Damian Priest."

I have never talked to the guy, but he seemed nice.

I knew he dated a few of my sorority sisters but he never seemed to last long in a relationship.

From what I been told, he is to nerdy.

His room his filled with action figures, movie posters, old text books, and I have only ever seen his nose buried in a book.

But even I can admit, he is freaking good looking.

◆

"Now, I want you to answer a few of these practice questions to see what we are working with." Damian said to me as he handed me the practice test, but it was hard to focus with him sitting across from me.

This is the first time I have gotten a good look at him, and I can see why so many people thought he was good looking.

He probably is the most gorgeous guy on campus and he doesn't even seem to care.

I shook my head and started to work on the practice test.

◆

I was biting my bottom lip as he looked over the test.

"Hmm." Was all he said.

"Did I do okay?" I nervously asked.

He placed the test on the table. "You got just about half right. The ones you got wrong, I will go over how to get the correct answer."

Damian got up from the opposite side of the table, and sat down in the seat next to me, and the smell of his cologne hit my nose, and shit, he smells good.

This is going to be longest day of my life.

◆

One hour of Damian trying to teach me how to get the correct answer, but I was no better off.

"Let's call it a night. I know it was a lot for the first session." He stretched and his shirt lifted and I got a good look at his abs and the bit of the hair disappearing under into his jeans.

I shifted in my seat and to my utter embarrassment, I could feel how soaked my panties were.

That night, once I got to my room, I pulled out my favourite vibrating dildo and came so hard to the thought of Damian.

◆

This went on for weeks.

I would have my tutoring session with him, come home and cum on my favourite toy.

Then one night, it all changed.

It was our turn to throw a party, and it was Halloween.

Damian, the ever kind man, understood why I couldn't make it this week to our tutoring session.

"But next week, let's meet twice." I squealed when he said that, and kissed his cheek.

I pretended not to notice how his cheeks seem to heat up, as he covered his cheek.

"Come to the party." I told him, hoping he would come.

"I don't know." He looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Even for 10 minutes. Come and find me and I won't leave your side."

"I will think on it." He still looked unsure.

"Thank you." I said softly to him.

◆

As the party went on, I kept an eye out for Damian, not knowing if he would be coming or not.

I danced with random guys, but none of them seemed to hold my attention.

The one I just left was just showing me his bicep and I had to hold in my eyeroll.

I turned around after excusing myself from this one-sided conversation, and walked right into a hard chest, their arms wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling backwards.

I looked up, ready to apologise to the person, when I noticed who it was.

"Damian, you came." I exclaimed.

"I figured what was the harm of ten minutes." He joked and smiled back at him.

"I see you and I had a similar idea." I told him, as I looked at the jersey he was wearing.

"Yes, but I guess you dressed like Dottie from A League of Their Own."

Finally someone who knew where this costume was from.

The song changed, and it was a bit slower than what has been playing most the night.

Damian still had his arms wrapped around my waist.

"You wanna dance?" Damian asked.

"Sure."

Let's just say he didn't leave early as we spent the rest of the night together, until he decided to leave.

I wanted to invite him up to my room, but he kissed my cheek and told me he would see me for our next tutoring session.

◆

I was helping to clean up with the other girls, when my best friend spoke up. "I saw you with Damian last night." I looked over at her, and I noticed she and a few girls were staring at me, hard.

"Yeah, he is a good guy, and he is very good looking."

They muttered in agreement.

"But you know he is a nerd right?" Our sorority president spoke up. I looked over at her, nodding my head yes, knowing he is considered a nerd.

"I dated him for a bit, and things were going smoothly until I went to his room." Another girl said.

"Yes I heard about his nerdy stuff."

"No, you don't understand. He likes going to comic con. He is obsessed with wrestling and even has Star Wars blankets and sheets." Another girl spoke up.

I couldn't help but find that adorable that Damian was bring true to himself, and not letting anyone tell him what he should and shouldn't like.

"We just danced and talked." I wanted this conversation to end.

"Just keep it that way." The sorioty president said, then we went back cleaning up, their words replaying over and over again in my mind.

◆

I cancelled on our next tutoring session, pretending to be sick, and even didn't go to class.

Damian didn't question me, just asked me to get in contact him when I am feeling better.

I didn't respond, but a few hours later, as I was walking to the kitchen, there was a knock on the front door.

I opened up, putting on the sick act and there was a delivery driver there. He said my name and I said that was me.

"Then this is for you." He handed me the paper bag and I saw that it was from the Soup Emporium.

"I didn't order this." I said to him, clearly confused.

"A man by the name of Damian paid for it."

A lump was forming in the back of my throat as I told the driver thank you.

I ate the soup, savouring how delicious it tasted.

◆

I found myself at the entrance to his dorm room that night.

I knew he lived alone, and I knew he was there because his favourite show was on, and it was almost over.

He opened the door, and said my name once I was there.

He went to open his mouth to speak even more, but I grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss, smashing my lips against his.

At first his lips didn't move, and I started to panic thinking I read this all wrong, until he pulled me flush against his body, and kissed me back with as much enthusiasm as me.

"I thought you were sick?" He questioned against my lips.

"Just needed a day." Was all I told him as he pulled me into his room, slamming the door behind me.

I was stuck between him and the door, but I didn't care.

Not when he pushed his hips against me and I could feel how hard and large he was.

"I need you Damian." I whined as he started to kiss way down my neck.

"I need you to, baby." He pulled back, looking me in the eyes.

◆

My hand was covering my mouth as Damian gripped my hips as he fucked me from behind. He was stretching me beyond I have ever been stretched.

I couldn't think about anything but how much I have cum already.

Earlier, Damian had me laying against his Yoda pillows, him between my thighs as he had his strong arm over my stomach, holding me down as he made me cum over and over again with his mouth and fingers.

My one hand was tangled in his hair, grinding my pussy against his face, as my other hand was gripping his Millennium Falcon sheets.

Damian didn't stop until I literally pushed his head away, telling him it was all too much.

He lifted hid face, his mouth and chin soaked with my juices, "I am not done with you." I literally whimpered as he got off the bed and pulled me along with him.

"Feel so good." He grunted from behind, as he slapped my ass, making me cry out his name.

I was so close. My whole body felt like it was on fire as I was close to finishing.

"Come on baby. I can feel you. Cum for me. Come on." He groaned behind me, speeding up his pace making me cry out his name for the final time.

He let out a string of curses as I came around his cock, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I moaned his name like a prayer.

Damian's thrusts became erratic before he pulled out, his hand quickly jerking himself off before he came all over my ass and my back.

I collapsed on his bed, not being able to be on all fours any longer.

He joined me, laying on his side after he cleaned us both up. Damian moved my hair from my face.

"Damian, I like you." I said, not even realising I said anything, which made him chuckle.

"I hope so, because I like you too."

The two of us falling asleep in his bed, but we woke up the next morning, and had our first date, which was a breakfast date.

◆

My sorority sisters weren't happy about him and I being together, but I didn't care.

They started to come around to us being together when he helped the others with their classes.

Two weeks later him and I told each other we loved one another.

Damian was complete opposite and he completed me. He was nerdy, yes, but he was kind, and sweet, and treated me amazing.

I passed my Quantum mechanics class, and my GPA even went up to 3.8, which is what I graduated with.

Damian proposed to me just after we graduated, and we didn't wait to get married.

Our wedding was a mix of traditional like what I wanted and what he wanted.

Our cake topper was us coming out of the Tardis. The flowers weren't even real flowers, they were flowers made out of comic books.

It was the perfect mixture of him and I.

My thoughts were pulled back to the present when I heard the giggly voice of Elena calling for me.

"Say good morning to mommy, Benito." Damian said as he handed me a plate with a piece of Pan de Mallorca.

"Good morning my loves." I told my two youngest, as Damian leaned down and gave me a kiss goodmorning.

"Good morning Mommy." Elena said, as Benito squealed happily in his father's arms.

"Sebastian and Adan still sleeping?" I asked Damian, who nodded his head.

"I will be waking them up soon. They have to get ready for camp." I agreed with him.

"Let's just let then sleep a bit longer. A few more minutes won't hurt them. They are packed already and the bus won't be here until noon."

◆

Sebastian and Adan are on their way to camp, the two of them barely acknowledging their father and I as they rushed past us, out the front door.

Elena and Benito are with Damian's parents.

"We are alone for the day." I said to him as I snuggled into his side.

"Mmmm, the last time we were alone like this was a couple of months ago. Remember?" Damian said as he turned his head to look at me.

"How could I forget. It was the two of us, there was a storm and we lost power. The only light we had was candles."

He pulled me into his lap, and I could feel how hard he was beneath me, making the two of us moan.

"Remember what we did to pass the time?" I asked him, as I leaned forward and nipped his neck, making him shudder.

"Yes, oh lord yes baby." Was all he said as he flipped us around, pinning me against the couch cushions.

"Damian, I have to tell you something." I gasped as he knelt down between my thighs, kissing up and down my thighs.

"I am sure it can wait baby. We are finally alone." He growled.

"I'm pregnant." I told him, making him look at me.

"Really?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah." I smiled, knowing he would be thrilled.

"We have been careful." He was trying to figure out when we didn't use protection.

For a man so smart, sometimes he is a bit slow.

"We were just talking about the time."

"Baby number 5."

"Baby number 5." I squealed out as he wrapped his lips around my clit and started to suck.

My hand gripped the Thor blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch, thanking my lucky stars that I fell in love with the nerdy man of my dreams.

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deepdisireslonging · 5 months ago

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Necklace

The Reader is drenched in a sudden downpour. She has to borrow some dry clothes. Ricky likes seeing her in his things, and makes sure she know it in the most intimate way possible.

Pairing: Ricky Starks x Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, boss/underling dynamic (consensual), oral (female receiving), P-in-V, Ricky’s hand as a necklace/light choking, cream pie

Word Count: 3330

Note: Holy shit, this is filth. Can you tell I miss seeing this man on my screen on Dynamite and the like? Also, I used to work at a place that sold those snap-sided joggers. They were murder to keep on the hanger, and probably annoying in practice. But in theory... inspirational.

Bonus: the gifset that inspired this fic

There’s nothing like getting caught in a New Orleans humidity shower. The weatherman can warn all he likes. They’re always sudden. They come out of nowhere. And you are guaranteed to be soaked in seconds.

Which was why Ricky laughed in your face when he finally answered his door.

“Sorry about that.” He stepped to one side so you could drip your way into his house. “I was on the back porch when you rang and—”

“Mhmm. Sure.” You playfully shot him a glare. There was a bucket by his door for such occasions. You rung out your shirt into it. Even having been in the deluge, you were still surprised how much water came out of the fabric.

“Strip.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Ricky laughed and stepped back. “You’re soaked through. Leave your clothes here. I’ll be back in a minute with a towel and some of my things.” He quickly kissed your cheek on his way out.

To his credit, he didn’t peek when he brought back a brightly colored beach towel and an extra set of his training clothes. The sweatshirt was oversized and would have been coverage enough. But Ricky’s house was equipped with that Louisiana AC. You knew the second you stepped into the living room, as damp as you were, you’d freeze. His long track pants were the kind that had snaps up the side. Easy to get out of for runners before meets, and for wrestlers before matches. You made sure they were snapped together at least as low as your knee, leaving the rest of the fabric to sway. As for your underclothes, you added them to the pile that you tossed into his dryer. When you stepped into the living room, you almost thought to snap the track pants down to your ankles and to ask for socks.

You sat on the edge of the couch where you could reach the coffee table. “Why do you keep your house so cold?” At your fingertips was all the paperwork planning and plotting out his next couple of feuds. You picked up the one closest: a half-baked plan to take revenge on Big Bill for abandoning him to join Jericho.

Ricky settled next to you in matching snap-pants and a tank top. “Because it’s hot outside. And it’s better to freeze the humidity in the house than to try and survive it. Trust me.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

He bumped his shoulder into yours. “Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever you say. Boss.”

For the next two hours you two fleshed out the plans. Especially that first one with Bill. Together you came up with how to initiate the feud. The number of matches and how many weeks Ricky would take up screentime. You tweaked the climax fight, suggesting parallels to their tag matches, and adding moments to deal with Jericho at ringside. Bill liked you, and liked working with you when he and Ricky were a team. So, you had no reservations about pitching him some ideas later for promos and such.

About forty-five minutes into planning was when you noticed something hanging from Ricky’s neck. It was that little gold cross pendant. With the way he was leaned forward, it dangled into thin air. And your mind wandered. The pendant dangling in your face as he filled you, whispering the dirty things he was yet to do to you. But you had cleared your throat and moved on. There was work to do.

About twenty minutes after that, Ricky had released some of his snaps; up to his mid-thigh. Your mind wandered again. Riding that thigh. Rolling your hips as best you could, but his hands guiding your hips. All the while his mouth working miracles on your throat. But you shuffled the papers in your hands and moved on. It had been ages since you two had enjoyed each other’s company. And today didn’t have time for another fling.

Around the two-hour mark, he was animated and working through one of the promos you’d outlined. His hands moved through the air like punctuation. He didn’t speak at ring-volume. But you could still hear the passion in his voice. He ran through it a few times; adjusting where he added emphasis here, or lowering his voice instead of raising it there. All the while, you couldn’t take your eyes off his hands.

How they gripped the air. How his fingers splayed wide, or curled, or any other series of movements that made you shift in your seat.

He was oblivious. Until he came to the end of his run-through. “How was that?” When you didn’t answer, he finally glanced over at you, still holding up his hands where they’d been. “Hello?” Ricky’s slow grin spread as he followed you gaze. Bringing his posed hand closer to your face, he finally snapped his fingers. “Now, Ms. Y/L/N. What have I told you about objectifying me?”

Startled, you stammered. “I’m- I’m not objectifying you.” Clearing your throat, you sat down one stack of papers to pick up another. “I was… deep in thought. That last run was good. The pause was better than the last run.”

“Mhmm. Sure.” Ricky darted his tongue out to wet his lips, catching you staring from the corner of your eyes. “We should take a break.” Slapping his hands on the tops of his thighs, he ignored the way you jumped and headed towards his kitchen. “What’cha want? I made lemonade yesterday, or there’s always Coke…”

“No,” you squeaked. “I’m good.”

His silence lulled you into thinking he was long gone. You glanced over the sheets you picked up. Another half-baked feud. Wouldn’t take much to work it out though. Oh, but you’d have to call- You gasped as Ricky’s hands gently landed on your shoulders, sliding down your arms. They kept traveling down until Ricky could lean comfortably and press his cheek to yours.

“Perhaps you’d like a different kind of break?”

Your breath stuttered in your chest. All you could manage was to shake your head.

“Are you sure?” He nuzzled his nose behind your ear, smiling when you let out a shuddering sigh. “We’ve been working so hard. You deserve to take it easy.”

“To take what easy?”

Chuckling, he smiled against your cheek. “Mmm. I can think of at least one thing.” He began to kiss under your jaw. And to squeeze your arms still caught in his strong hands.

You tried, “it’s too hot-”

“You’ve been freezing since you walked in the door.”

“I wonder why that is?” you teased, glancing up at him. “Mr. Starks… have you been planning this since the beginning?”

He inhaled deeply, bobbing his head to one side in thought. “Not entirely. But I do feel bad that you got all wet,” he drawled. “Maybe I want to make it up to you.”

His kisses traveled from one side of your neck, back under your hair, to the other side. He stretched a hand across your chest to run over your collarbone. When it reached your other shoulder, you leaned into the forearm that caught under your chin.

“We should get back to work,” you breathed.

“We should.”

His hands caught your wrists where you tried to disengage yourself. Taking both into one hand, he held your arms to one side so the other could play with the neckline of your borrowed sweatshirt.

“People talk enough as it is.”

“Do they?”

“You’re my boss.”

“And what about it?”

His roaming touch dipped under the fabric to feel how your chest heaved.

“You’ll – you’ll stretch out the neckline.”

Ricky growled in your ear. “Does it feel like I give a damn?” He searched for your bra strap so he could snap it against your shoulder like he usually did. But all he could find was your flushed skin. “Where – where is it?”

“In the dryer with the rest of my clothes.”

“Hmm.” Sliding his hands under your arms, he lifted you up to sit on the back of the plush couch. He turned you around so he could slot himself between your thighs. To keep you from toppling backwards into the seats, he wrapped his arms around your waist. Which brough you nose to nose. “Tell me again. Whose been planning what from the start?”

Your lips trembled, and your hands flexed where they rested on his biceps. The hunger to kiss him as deeply as you were able was growing. “I wasn’t planning anything. I was just trying not to catch a cold.”

His lips ghosted over yours. “Alright. Then let’s warm you up, shall we?”

You met him tilt for tilt. While you leaned into his chest, he leaned towards you. It kept you precariously leaned back over the couch. The angle also further pressed your front into his, where you could feel what he had prepared. You dug your hands into his hair. Lightly dragging your nails across his scalp pushed his moan into your waiting mouth, and rolled his hips into yours.

“Ricky—”

“Hmm?”

“Need you.”

“You’ve got me.”

You had to roll your eyes. He knew he had you. But, like when you first started working for him, he didn’t have a more distant plan. You did. “No. Need you… on something flat.” Though he resisted, eventually you were able to push him away.

His head tilted to the side. “Flat? Like… the floor?” He wasn’t averse to the idea and was strongly considering taking you across his whole house when you spoke up.

“I was thinking somewhere more comfortable. Like… your bed?” Taking his wrist, you began to lead him that direction.

But he spun you, pinning you to the wall outside his bedroom door. “This is flat.”

“It’s vertical.”

His heated gaze across your skin took on a wicked gleam. Gently, he smoothed his thumb over your bottom lip. Softly he noted, “when has that ever stopped us?”

He had a point. There was that time in Nashville when he filled you against a bathroom stall wall in some honky-tonk. Or Toledo. When he was so jazzed up after his match that you didn’t make it to his dressing room, using some dark spot in a hallway. Or San Antonio. Where he ate you out while you were pinned to the inside of your hotel room door. You had held both hands over your mouth to keep from waking the whole floor. And there were so many other times. Most of them clandestine and hidden from the rest of the roster. But here of late, Ricky was less and less prone to hiding his feelings for you.

While you reminisced, Ricky’s hand slid up your front to around your neck. His thumb and forefinger squeezed lightly at your sweet spots to bring you back to the moment. His mouth hung open. With his eyes greedily drinking up how your body reacted to the memories. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.

“No,” you murmured, “it’s never stopped us before.”

Just as you leaned forward to kiss him, he leaned back with a smirk. He dragged you the rest of the way into his bedroom. His mouth was all over before you finally toppled onto his sheets. He kept you pinned there, at the foot of the bed, instead of letting you shimmy your way up. Pulling the neckline of his sweatshirt to the side, he sucked what would turn into a dark mark into your skin. It would only be a little difficult to hide. His fingertips toyed with the bottom edge of the fabric.

“I like you in my sweatshirt. Maybe the next show, I’ll make you wear one of my t-shirts.”

“People might talk.”

“Does it look like I give a damn?” He smothered you with a deep, possessive kiss. But trepidation stilled his movements. He leaned back. “Do you give a damn?”

After a pause, you smiled. “Not in the slightest.” You dragged him back down to you. When you broke away for air, the cross pendant was dangling in your face. You were dazzled by it. Arching up, you nosed at it, making it spin, and caught it between your teeth.

Ricky watched you, enraptured. When he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, the cool metal draped across the side of your face. His hands finally travelled up your torso under his sweatshirt. Flipping up the fabric, he was finally rewarded with one of his favorite views. His hands, warm and trembling against your skin, slid up to cup under your breasts. He kneaded them, squeezing them and rolling the buds between his fingers. You arched into each touch and shift. You twirled your fingers into his hair. With the way Ricky had his body leaning over you, you couldn’t roll your hips into his. So there was nothing to relieve the growing desire between your thighs.

The kiss Ricky placed between your breasts stole your breath away. As did each following touch of his lips to your skin as he traveled down your body. He drifted fare enough down that your hands lost their grip in his locks.

The you heard the snaps.

One by one, Ricky worked his way up one leg, then the other, to help you out of his trackpants. Soon, only the four paired snaps kept the fabric attached around your waist. Instead of releasing you, he began to kiss up and down the inside of your thighs.

You groaned out, “Ricky—”

“Hmm?”

“Please…”

He smirked against your skin. “What, Cherie?”

Inwardly, your groan stretched out. He was planning something. Probably your sex-led demise. With a whimper, you thought about begging. “Why are you taking so long? I thought-“

“I said we needed a break. Maybe it needs to be a one-to-one break. We worked for a couple of hours, so now I can take a couple of hours to take care of you.”

With a groan, you fell back into the sheets. This man could accomplish a lot in just ten minutes. And infinitely more with hours to spend.

Distracted by that threat, you didn’t hear the last few snaps. Or feel Ricky smoothing his hands up and down your thighs. But when he dove in to flatten his tongue against your sex, you gasped loudly. His ministrations were just as loud. You covered your mouth so you could hear his pleased sounds.

“Nuh-uh,” he warned, leaning his head against the inside of your thigh. “Wanna hear you. Come on. We don’t have to hide here.”

Again, you thought about that time in San Antonio, pinned to the door inside your hotel room. But you also thought about that one time at the Buck’s summer party when he bent you over the bathroom sink while everyone else was outside watching the fireworks. And New Years in Atlanta. Counting down the seconds when everyone would shout, trying to time it to cover up your own shout of release.

Ricky was thinking about those times too. Among others. His devouring of you quickened. Eyes drifting shut, soon the only thing firing in his mind was the taste of you on his tongue, the sound of you on his sheets, and the pulsing of you around his curling fingers. You tried to warn him of your incoming release. But he knew you to well. He saw the signs. And sped up his movements until you fell apart. He grinned, hearing you cry out his name. Your release, he did his best to taste every drop of it. But now he couldn’t ignore the overwhelming presence of his own pressure. He let loose the last remaining snaps on his pants to give himself room to breathe.

But when he stood up, your thighs clamped down around one of his. Ricky watched as you slid your slick up and down his thigh. He leaned into it. When your whines finally passed through the haze glazing his view, he reached out to thumb over your clit. Here was another one of his favorite views. Looking up there was another. Your hair was slicking to the side of your face. Your eyes were closed. Your mouth open, panting and making the most adorable sounds. All for him.

“Ricky,” you breathed, cracking open your eyes, “need you. Please.” You held out your hand.

He slid his hand into yours. And slid his hard length between your folds covered in slick. Still sensitive, you shivered. But he kept moving. Each thrust of his hips sparkled your every nerve ending, while he frantically chased the sensation of you. You, just like this; already sexed-out and wanting more from him. More that he was very willing to give.

You clawed your free hand his bicep as he filled you. The stretch of him blurred your vision. Once he was completely surrounded by you, he braced his forearms on either side of your head. The necklace around his throat dragged across the valley between your breasts. Cool at first, it soon warmed. As if warmed by the friction of it moving across your skin. Or maybe it was warmed by the friction of Ricky filling and pulling away from you, and filing you.

Nose to nose, you tried to remember to breathe while Ricky had his wonderfully wicked way with you. He was whispering things into your forehead, and into the curve of your neck. But you could only catch every third word or so. “Mine,” and “so good,” and “perfect” and “mine.”

You also tried to keep your eyes open. But that was futile until he pleaded with you.

“Come on, baby. Let me see you. Open your eyes. So close. You gonna cum with me?”

All you could manage was to nod and rapidly blink your vision into focus.

Which is when he reached between you and heavily circled his fingers over your clit. Vision blurring again, it whited out at the corners. You dug your nails into his back, whimpering his name.

“There you are,” he said. “There’s my woman. Only mine.”

He kept moving.

You gave up trying to match rolling your hips to his pace. Ricky would be done when he was done with you. And that could be forever. But he wanted to see you.

Ricky’s hand gently settled at the base of your throat. The barest of squeezes helped you focus.

“Come on. Baby. Stick with me. Almost there.”

His grip tightened the closer he got. Your breath came out tighter and tighter. Each pant was shorter, desperate for air and his release.

As his pace statured, he let you go. Your whole body reacted to the influx of oxygen, and carried Ricky down into a spiral of relief. He did his best to not crush you underneath as his arms gave out. But you didn’t have a care in the living world. You were thrumming. And full of him. And glowing from the inside out. He heaved himself to one side, curling you into his embrace while you both caught your breath.

After a few minutes, Ricky got up for some running shorts. He came back with a warm towel, cleaning you up with a gentle tenderness. He also gently removed the snap-pants from under your body. Teasing, he tsked, “oh, no. You’ve made a mess of my runners.” He tossed the pants to one side and stood between your thighs. “I’m out of other things for you to wear. Whatever shall we do?”

You pushed him away so you could stand, if a bit wobbly at first. Staring him down, you tugged down his sweatshirt till it, barely, covered you ass. “We go over more paperwork.” You reached up to adjust his necklace so it didn’t hang sideways. He was close behind when following you back to the living room. And it didn’t take two hours the next time for him to lose composure and ravage you again.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 11 months ago

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Can i request a Billy Gunn fic with some NSFW? Possibly he and reader were old friends when he worked for WWE but they reconnect after a long time and get close to each other again and maybe a wrestler cuts a promo on him and says something about y/n and he snaps and kinda confesses his feelings he has for her.

Old Flame

An: This ended up to be way longer than I thought it would be. I decided to play a different route with this request

Summary: Billy and Y/n "dated" (really just sex) a while ago and Billy hates how he let Y/n slip through his fingers all those years ago because he was afraid of commitment. What happens when she shows up in AEW and he relies he still loves her.

Word count: 2K

Warnings: SMUT (18+) Billy Gunn X Female reader, Mentions of Sex and sexual acts, mentions of alcohol and spiked drinks, 18+ themes

Main Masterlist Billy Gunn Masterlist Part 2 Part 3

I had mixed feelings about having Y/n in AEW, sure it was great to see her after all these years but it was strange since how much we had both changed. I remember when I first saw Y/n after all our years apart. I was backstage at dynamite when I saw her, jokingly said to my sons “That chick over there looks like Y/n” and once she turned around I noticed it was indeed her. I felt my stomach drop. She looked different, older, well of course she looked older we were both way older now but she aged like fine wine, still gorgeous as ever. When I asked what she was doing backstage at Dynamite she explained that she was there to help the young talent in the women's division, along with teaching her daughter how to wrestle. I was happy for her but for some reason I was nervous.

The first few weeks went by fast and I barely ran into Y/n which I was secretly grateful for. That was until my sons, The Gunns joined bullet club gold. Although we didn’t work on screen together at the end of the day they were still my children. I guess the boys did some digging and found out about the little fling Y/n and I had all those years ago. I tried to explain to them that it was years ago, way before they were even born, for them to leave it alone, but they knew I obviously wasn’t over it since I had been practically avoiding Y/n. The boys thought it would be funny to ask Y/n to train them even though I already taught them everything they needed to know. So here I am sitting across the ring from the woman I let slip through my fingers years ago.

“So Y/n, I heard you and my dad used to date back in the day” Austin said. I store daggers at him, but he didn’t care, instead he gave me a smirk, wanting to see how far he could push me before I broke.

“I wouldn't say we dated necessarily” Y/n said, as she corrected Colten’s grip, making the choke he was practicing on his brother more effective. “Sure we went out on a few dates but we didn’t date. Your father didn’t want to commit to a relationship” Her words stung, the story she told had no effect on her but I still hated myself for it even if it was 30 years ago. “So you guys were just fuck buddies then?” Colten asked. “COLTEN!-” I yelled but Y/n cut me off. “I guess you could say that, but your father was a gentleman and always bought me dinner first”

To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. I was just about to leave when Y/n called out “Come on Billy, don’t be such a baby. They are just messing with you” I continued to walk pretending not to hear her, she came up to me and grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn and look at her. As I towered over her, I felt like I had gone back in time. Back to the time where I fucked everything up years ago.

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“Y/n I’m sorry!” I yelled out to the poor girl who stood beneath me with tears in her eyes. “I should have known you were only using me to get your dick wet” She yelled back, her words laced with venom. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would ask to be more than whatever it was we had going on but the truth was I was so scared to mess things up between us I didn’t even realize the hole I dug myself into until it was too late. I was trying to protect her but instead I hurt her.

This little buddy system started a few months ago when a very drunk Y/n admitted that no guy she had been with had made her cum. One day after a PPV we all went out for drinks when Y/n’s got spiked, luckily for her it wasn’t too bad but boy did she say some crazy things.

Being a good friend I took her back to my hotel room before she could embarrass herself too much and she ended up passing out right as we stepped foot in the room. Carefully I placed her on the bed and removed her shoes before tucking her under the covers.

When she came to, she was confused. “Did we fuck?” was the first thing she asked me, noticing she was in my bed. “No, but you wanted to” I told her, Y/n looked at me confused. “Someone spiked your drink at the bar. I took you back to my hotel room to keep you from embarrassing yourself” I told her truthfully. “Oh god, what did I say?” “Nothing much, just that you have never had an orgasm before” “Great” “Don’t worry, I'm sure I can help you with that problem” I told her with a smirk.

I couldn't deny the effect she had on me, she was perfect in every way. Seeing her in my bed didn’t help my crush on her. As we made our way back to the hotel she kept rambling about random things and even suggested that we sleep together. I knew that wasn’t her talking, she was drugged and wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. Even though I liked her, no way would I take advantage of her in such a state. I wanted to get with her when she was fully sober, wanting to have something real not just an impulsive booty call or being so fucked up we woudn’t remember anything in the morning.

So I waited until the time was right. I sat in my private locker room fantasizing about Y/n when I heard someone knocking at my door. “Who is it?” I yelled through the door. To my surprise it was Y/n herself. “It’s me! Are you almost ready to go?” She asked me “Yeah, just give me a minute!” I said before opening the door to let her inside. When I opened the door I saw the shocked look on her face. “Well someones excited to see me,” she said as she looked me up and down. I was confused for a second until I looked down noticing I was fully hard. “Shit!” I could feel my face get red. “Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. You don’t have to be embarrassed” She told me reassuringly. I quickly grabbed all my things, changing the subject. “Do you want to get room service tonight instead? I don’t really feel like going out tonight.”

The two of us sat in my hotel room in silence. Y/n was first to break the silence. “Does it hurt?” She asked, referring to my still hard cock. “It doesn’t hurt, just uncomfortable” I told her, the effect she had on me still being shown. “Do you want help with it?” I almost choked when the words came out of her mouth. “What?” I asked in disbelief. “Do you want some help with that?” She repeated as she got up from her seat, deciding to sit on my lap. “We could help each other out?” I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Everything happened so fast, before I knew it we were tangled in each other, frantically taking off the others clothes fighting for dominance. “You have no idea how long I have wanted this,” I told Y/n. I could tell by the look on her face she was shocked by my size. “Don’t worry I’ll take good care of you” I told her reassuringly. I wanted to take my time with Y/n. I placed delicate kisses down her body before settling between her thighs. Kissing and sucking her inner thighs before inserting myself in her. I started with slow thrusts, trying to keep my promise of being gentile but she just felt so good, I needed to feel more, I needed to make her cum, I needed to make her have an orgasm so good, she could never be with anyone else, and that’s exactly what I did. My thrusts were hard, the grip I had on her hips as I pounded into her would bruise but neither of us cared. The two of us a moaning mess, my ears where filled with praises that left her lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, you fill me up so good” I could tell by the way she fluttered around me her words were true. “Fuck Y/n” I called out. I could feel she was close. “That’s it baby” I praised “Right there, You're close. Just relax baby. I need you to relax for me, don’t fight it” I told her as I continued my assault on her pussy. I reached my hand between us to play with her clit. That put her over the edge. “That’s it baby, I got you, let it out, let it all out” I told her as I continued to fuck her through her orgasm before I pulled out, cumming all over her chest.

That became our routine. After shows we would either go out for dinner or order room service then have some crazy sex. As the weeks went past I found myself falling in love with Y/n and it terrified me. I was scared I was going to hurt her so I pushed myself away. I didn’t even realize it but I had become distant with her. Looking back on it I was kind of a jerk, I was never one for aftercare but with Y/n it was different, I almost found it better than sex, it was more intimate. That was why I fell in love, so, I became distant after sex, I acted like I didn’t care but I cared too much. When she asked what changed I avoided the question, when she asked to be more than just sex I turned it down without thinking. By the time I realized what I did it was too late.

“I’m Sorry Y/n!” I yelled out to the poor girl who stood beneath me with tears in her eyes. “I should have known you were only using me to get your dick wet” She yelled back, her words laced with venom. I knew I fucked up. “Y/n wait! I didn’t mean it.” I yelled but It was too late. She was already grabbing her clothes that were scattered around the room and left before saying “And to think I was in love with you”

****

Since that day at the training facility I couldn't get Y/n out of my head. She was all I thought about 24/7. That day replaying over and over again. But tonight I had a Trois match with the acclaimed against top flight and action andretti and I knew I needed to focus on the match, not Y/n. The match went well, another successful title defense until we were interrupted by bullet club gold. Austin and Colton were obviously still not over how I picked the acclaimed over them, the two of them alongside Juice Robinson requesting a title shot. I was going to say no until they brought up Y/n. “Of course you would say no Billy. I’m honestly shocked you are still with the acclaimed, I know how you are with commitment. I mean you let the love of your life slip through your fingers because you were scared of commitment. I wonder what Y/n would think if she knew you still beat yourself up about it 30 years later. Now you are all alone, still wrestling when you should be retired because you have no one to go home to” Their words stung but they were true “You want a title shot? FINE, Next week Bullet Club Gold Vs The Acclaimed and Daddy Ass!” I yelled back at them!

I sure hope Y/n didn’t hear any of that.

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delilahcalicocat · 6 months ago

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Can i get a Tama Tonga x plus size reader smut fic? Where he likes what he sees in reader and he's not afraid to show it 😉.

A/N: of course! Love this ideaaa

You were a bit larger than the other female wrestlers..

But that didn't stop Tama from showing his interest in you..

So that night, you guys settled for a classic romantic dinner date.

And when he took you home, he decided to show you how much he liked you for who you were.

By fucking you silly and watching you unravel at his touch.

He wasn't afraid to praise you, and watch you moan in pleasure as his skilled tongue did wonders..

You were a moaning mess and machine by the end of the night, enjoying everything..

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe smackdown #tama tonga x reader #the bloodline x reader

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kyleoreillylover · 1 year ago

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Undisputed Era x Fem!reader winning the Royal Rumble headcanons

Trigger Warnings: Typical wrestling violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, cursing.

A/N: This took so long because I am a perfectionist 😭 But I hope you guys enjoy this!!

Word had gotten around about Vince wanting some NXT wrestlers in the Royal Rumble to see what they were capable of

So you weren't suprised when Triple H pulled you aside after NXT went off the air to ask you to be apart of it.

You were already an established wrestler long before NXT, being one of the most accomplished female wrestlers in the world and the current and longest reigning NXT Women’s champion in history:)

Triple H hugged you before you left and told you to make him proud

And you intended to do just that

Once you tell the boys they are even more excited that you are 😭

They help you train in the weeks before the Royal Rumble

Bobby keeps an eye on you to make sure you arent overworking yourself

Adam gives you some tips and tricks because he’s the only one out of the 5 of you to be in a Royal Rumble

He might flirt with you in between sparring sessions but he calls that some “extra learning experience”

Roderick and Kyle keep your mind from going into anxiety mode that you normally have before big matches

Distracting you with kisses, playing some video games with you on the rare days you had off of work

Providing some good stress relief ;)

On the day of the Royal Rumble, once you got flew out with the rest of the wrestlers and went to your private dressing room.

You got your hair and makeup done and put on your special black and gold Undisputed Era gear when someone knocked on the door

When you answered it you were met with the smiling faces of Kyle, Roderick, Adam and Bobby.

They flew themselves out to surprise you and bought front row tickets to support you :)))

Your heart felt heavy with emotion and you flew into their arms in .5 seconds

“You guys didn’t have to do that.” You mumbled into their chests, your arms tightening around them.

“And watch our girl win the Royal Rumble on some shitty TV instead of live right in front of us? Not happening.”

You told them you would show your appreciation for them later ;)

They stayed with you outside the curtains until a stage tech tapped you told you you would be on in 5.

And remember how they hugged Kyle when he went out for his match against Finn for his NXT championship? That’s exactly how they hugged you before they left 🥹🥹

The cameras captured it and twitter exploded once they saw it 🥹🥹🥹

You were number 2 entrant and when you made your entrance, you weren’t expecting dead silence ofc but you also weren’t expecting your eardrums to burst from how loud the arena went once your music hit 😭

Especially since you were a heel 😭

You held your title up high, putting a smirk on your face as you stared down the Number one entrant, Becky Lynch, with the crowd chanting your name while making your way to the ring.

From the corner of your eye you saw your boys in the front row and you winked at them before getting in the ring.

The bell rang, and Triple H’s words rang through your mind as the biggest test of your career began

Time went by in a haze and it was nearing the 50th minute

Much to the shock of everyone else on the roster, you had racked up the most eliminations and also eliminated the four horsewomen

And you were sure as hell cocky about it!! And your men were too, you could hear them cheering from the crowd.

You were sweaty, beaten and bruised but you knew you couldn’t stop now.

You rolled into the ring from the edge of the ring after eliminating Nia Jax and saw there were only 2 other people left, Rhea Ripley and Asuka.

You stared down the 2 of them as the crowd got louder and louder with anticipation, wondering who would win.

The three of you ended up in the front of the ring, beating the life out of each other while trying to hang onto the ropes for dear life.

You were laid out from a vicious knee from Asuka, and you knew you had to get your ass up if you wanted any chance to win, but your body did not want to.

You could hear your boys and the crowd chanting for you to move, but your body only regirtered that once you saw Asuka slip something into her mouth, smirking as she made her way to you.

You moved at the last second, seeing Asuka mist Rhea and Rhea raking her eyes and screaming.

You knew this was your chance and you took it, drop kicking the both of them out of the ring and onto the floor.

You screamed in glee as soon as you saw them laid out on the floor, and it felt like time slowed down once the bell rang and you were announced as the winner.

You only registered what was happening when you felt yourself get picked up off the floor, the noise of the crowd being drowned out by you being spun around in the air.

“You did it! You fucking did it!” Adam yelled into your ear, spinning you around.

“I fucking did it!” You yelled back, your eyes beaming as he set you down. The others rushed into the ring, pushing past Adam to bring you into a tight hug.

“You did it, babe!!” Kyle cheered, his arms tightening around you as Bobby and Roderick hugged you from behind.

“We’re so freaking proud of you, y’know that?” Bobby tenderly said, his eyes shining with pride as he looked at you.

“I think I got that from how hard you’re hugging me.” You joked, squealing when they hugged you tighter.

“I was kidding!” They giggled at you before letting you go. Roderick smoothed your hair before giving you a kiss on your head. “You deserve this.” He whispered against your head before pulling back, and you blinked away the tears trying to come out of your eyes.

“Don’t make me cry, I have a reputation to keep.” You teased him, and he smiled at you before leaning down to help you go on his shoulder, Adam doing the same thing with Kyle and Bobby helping them lift you up.

You gave them one last smile before putting on a smirk and looking up at the crowd, who were on their feet and roared when you were lifted up.

And as you pointed to the Wrestlemania sign, standing on top of the world after the biggest win of your career and with the people you loved the most by your side, you never wanted to leave that moment.

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ciderfanfic · 9 months ago

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[One Piece x Reader Series] We got a mommy on the ship

READER'S BIO

About (y/n)'s bio, she's actually my OC but let just put your name instead:

_Is a witch, Luffy's older adopted sister

_Always appears in black cat form

_Appearance is around 32 but we all know witches are older than that (that's why the title is called mommy)

_Wears desert clothes (kind of belly dance clothes but more royal and fantasy looking with head veil and lots of jewelry)

_Knows a lot but prefers to keep to yourself because where is the fun of spoiling

_Does not use magic to fight frequently but fist and kick instead. Secretly a professional wrestler

_Super strong. I mean it since we're badass. Female boss

_Has healing ability by singing (but let's ignore that)

_Fortune teller

_Enjoys teasing/pissing off people

_Always laughs like Luffy but may get even more dangerous and sinister

_Good with words

_Use old english a bit, mostly pronouns

_Mysterious, witches always mysterious (and sexy) change my mind

_Has fouled mouth

ATTENTION: Even though there are many separate stories but they're all connected. They're just changing character's POV. Not accept smut and similar

I'M STILL ACCEPTING CHARACTERS & SITUATIONS REQUEST SO PLEASE ASK IF YOU WANT YOUR FAV CHAR ON STAGE

#one piece x reader #reader profile #particular reader #x reader

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magicalbuttertarts · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/magicalbuttertarts/758265813268611072/i-have-decided-to-do-a-prompt-list-i-was?source=share

From this list

B7 Damian Priest

C1 also Damian Priest

Please 🥺thank you @magicalbuttertarts

Sincerely @terrortwinunicorn

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Vacation Sex (18+)

Damian Priest x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Oral (f receiving) fingering. No Creampie.

Requested by @terrortwinunicorn Hope you like it.

WC: 1014

B7: Taking a trip.

C1: Dared to have sex

It was supposed to be a group trip, but someone how it ended up with as just Damian and I.

I looked at the small villa, that is at the Le Bora Bora, Relais & Châteaux, in French Polynesia, and I knew that Rhea planned all of this.

She knows how much I like Damian, and she has been telling me for awhile know how much he likes me, but I just couldn't believe her.

"So I see there is only one bed." He called out.

Of course there was.

She planned this down to the very last detail.

"I can sleep on the couch." I said to him, but he quickly shot that down.

"We are friends." Oh, a stab straight to the heart. "We can sleep in the same bed."

Yeah, easier said than done.

The first few nights were easy, but it was always the morning where it was the issue.

Damian always woke with morning wood.

The first morning I saw it, I actually thought I was dreaming for how big it looked, but the next morning, it was all clear to me that he was infant carrying a monster on his pants.

I spent the better part of my shower fingering myself, covering my mouth as I moaned his name.

◆

It was raining outside, and even though it was beautiful watching the rain fall from inside the villa, I soon became bored.

"Damian, is there anything to do?" I asked him, tossing my phone to the side, already bored with social media and the games I have on my phone.

"Not since 5 minutes ago when you asked me." He teasingly said.

"Come on, let's play a game." I said.

He placed his phone on the table.

"And what do you have in mind?" I didn't think he would agree, so I blurted the first thing that came into my head. "I don't know, 20 questions."

"That's fine with me." He said before asking me the first question.

◆

20 questions turned into 40 questions, which seemed to turn into truth or dare.

"You are telling no one has made you cum?" Damian seemed to be flabbergasted.

"The men I sleep with are usually all talk, and have no idea around the woman's body, no matter how much a big game they talk."

Yeah, our game has now gotten into the very personal side.

"That is just sad." I threw a pillow at him, making him laugh as he placed the pillow behind his back, refusing to give it back to me.

"Have you made a woman cum?"

"Sweetheart, I make sure that they don't leave my bed until they have at least had two."

I snorted at that.

"What? Don't believe me?"

"Damian, all guys seem to be is all talk."

"Fine. To prove it to you. I dare you to have sex with me."

Their air seemed to thicken between us.

The look on his face was priceless as he just realized what he said to me.

"You don't have," I interrupted him.

"I accept the dare." My voice never wavered as I stared at him.

◆

"Shit, oh my fucking God." I cried out as he fucked me into tbe mattress, the headboard bouncing off the wall.

His hands were gripping my hips tight, as he roughly thrust his monster of a cock in my pussy, making sure to barely pull out before slamming back in.

My mind was only consumed by him and what he already done to me.

For a better part of an hour, he was between my thighs, holding me wide open as he ate me out. His thick fingers thrusting in and out of me, as I gripped the back of his head.

After the second orgasm, I had to push his head away, thinking that was it. He got the two out of me.

But he sat on his knees, his cock in his hand, as he gently pushed in my pussy.

The gasps that fell from my lips turned in moans as he went deeper than any other man has.

The tip was nudging the entrance to my cervix, and I felt like I could breath.

Damian leaned down and kissed me, muttering words of encouragement.

"Taking me so well."

"Knew you would feel amazing."

"Been dreaming about this."

He said as he pulled back and slowly thrust back in, watching my face for any discomfort.

"Faster." Was all I needed to say and he was fucking me like his life depends on it.

Now my throat is hoarse from all the screaming I have done, letting the resort know who was fucking me.

Damian is the only man to have made me scream like this.

The only man to make me cum over and over again, not just with his mouth and fingers, but his cock.

"Fuck!" Damian groaned as he grabbed the headboard with one hand, changing the angle of hips as he felt me cum once more around him.

Clenching his cock so tight, I swear his eyes crossed.

His pace became erratic, until he pulled out, jerking off quickly as he came with a low groan, as he struggled to keep his eyes open to watch him paint my stomach, and chest with his cum.

"Fucking hell." He said as he collapsed on the bed next to me, grabbing the discarded blanket and wiping my body clean of his juices.

The air became thick once more as we both stared up at the ceiling.

I didn't know what to say.

Should I say thank you?

Not say anything?

But he called my name and I looked over at him.

"I don't want this to me a one time thing. I like you."

"I like you too." I softly said to him.

"Let's get cleaned up, and head up to the resort. The rain is slowing down."

"Like a date Damian?"

"I know this is backwards, but yes, a date."

"I call the shower first." I called out jumping out of the bed, to hear him laughing at me.

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