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˚₊‧꒰ა A oneshot for you guys ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Daddy's home kids and I brought the milk 🔥🔥🔥

So this is very bad, it's late and I'm sleepy. I only wrote this because I haven't posted in months and I have to feed you, my children.

Scenario ⊱ ☆ ⊰ :: Your boyfriend wakes you up in the middle of the night to f★ck you <3 (Smut yay!!)

W :: I don't know how to write Smut. It's really shitty, but fuck this shit.

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In the darkness of the night, your peaceful sleep was suddenly broken by the feeling of a warm hand shaking your shoulder. It was your boyfriend, awake and clearly up for something more than sleep. He gently rolled you onto your back, his hand grazing your waist as he straddled your hips, the weight of his body pressing against you.

"Wake up." he whispered, his voice husky with arousal, his gaze intense even in the dim light.

He trailed a finger along your jawline, his touch both a caress and a command.

"I need you," he murmured, his other hand slipping under your shirt to trace circles on your bare skin with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise everywhere he touched.

"I can't wait," he continued, his voice a little husky as he began to rock his hips against yours.

His breath was hot against your ear, his words barely registering as your mind tried to catch up with the situation.

But your body was certainly awake now, responding to his touches.

His breath was hot against your ear, his words barely registering as your mind tried to catch up with the situation.

His mouth found yours in the dark, the kiss slow and sensual at first but quickly building in intensity. His tongue moved against yours, mimicking the motion of his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm as he pressed himself against you once again.

There was a desperation in his touch that betrayed how much he wanted you.

As if sensing your waking state, his kisses moved from your lips to your neck, leaving a trail of heat against your exposed skin.

His hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head, tossing it aside to give him better access.

His mouth was everywhere; kissing, biting, and teasing in ways that had you arching your body towards him, wanting to be closer.

He took advantage of your position, pushing his hands under you, palming your behind and lifting your hips to meet his.

You could feel him, hard and eager through the thin barrier of his clothes, his movements becoming more insistent as his lips trailed down your neck, sucking and biting at your skin, leaving marks that would be impossible to hide.

He pulled back for a moment, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want you so bad..." he whispered, his voice shaky with need. He didn't give you a chance to respond, his mouth back on yours in an instant, the kiss all consuming.

His hands moved to the drawstring of your pajama pants, toying with the tie for a moment before finally pulling it loose.

His fingers dipped under the waistband, teasing the sensitive skin of your hips. He broke the kiss again, his eyes locking with yours, silently asking for permission.

Your breathing hitch at his touch, and you nodded, the tiniest movement of your head letting him know it was okay.

He kissed you again as his hands worked your pants down, his fingers caressing every inch of newly revealed skin.

He quickly disposed of his own clothing, his movements rough and rushed, the desire coursing through him. He didn't waste any time, immediately pressing himself against you, his skin against yours.

His mouth found yours again as his hands skimmed over your body, caressing every curve and dip, his touch setting off a trail of heat and desire.

He shifted his position, pressing against you more fully, the contact both comforting and overwhelming.

His touch was everywhere, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that only added to the heat building between you.

He reached down again, gently taking one of your legs and hooking it around his waist, drawing you closer.

He moved against you, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, his breath catching in his chest as the sensation took over.

He needed you, you could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, and hear it in the sounds he was making against your neck.

He moved slowly at first, every movement calculated, every touch deliberate, his lips finding yours again and again, the kisses growing more needy, more desperate.

He murmured words of praise against your lips, his words a mix of praise and pleasure, making you feel desired and cherished in the same breath.

His hands moved to grip your hips, his touch grounding you even as he gradually increased the pace, the intensity growing exponentially. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, a silent plea for more.

His breath hitched against your skin as the waves of ecstasy grew, his kisses becoming more urgent, his touch more firm.

The heat between you was all-consuming, the sounds of your shared pleasure filling the quiet room, your bodies moving in a synchronous rhythm.

His moans mixed with yours, his breath hot on your skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

He held onto you tightly, fingers digging into your hips as he moved with purpose, the tension between you mounting.

He reached down, hooking his arms under your legs, changing his angle and hitting a spot that had your back arching off the bed.

A low groan escaped him, the sound vibrated against your skin, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you.

His pace picked up, his movements more desperate, the intensity growing with every touch. Your hands found his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as you held onto him, the sensation overwhelming.

He reached down, his fingers finding your hand and lacing them together, pinning it to the bed beside you.

His lips found yours again, the kiss bruising, his tongue swiping across your lower lip as he swallowed the sounds you were making.

His rhythm started to falter, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his release, his breath panting in your ear, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm close." he whispered, his voice ragged, his words catching in his throat, his hand tightening around yours. He moved faster, his kisses becoming sloppier, his touch becoming more desperate.

"Come with me." he murmured, his words barely more than a whisper, but the command was clear.

He changed his angle slightly, hitting that spot again, and you could feel the tension in his body

The sensation of his body and the words sent you over the edge, your back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over you, your grip on his hand tightening as you rode out the waves, his hand squeezed back.

As you came down, he held you, his chest heaving, his pulse racing. He kissed you again, his touch gentler now, his hand releasing your own to stroke your face.

"I love you ~" he murmured against your lips, his breath still unsteady, his words filled with affection and relief.

He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him, your head resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist, holding you close. He placed light kisses on your forehead, his thumb tracing idle circles on your skin, the after-shocks of pleasure still coursing through your body.

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Goodbye fags, time for disappear for 2 months again

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Shield's First Lady ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The Shield x Fem!Reader (platonically)

Synopsis: just a little hc about being the first and only lady of shield!!

Warnings: fluff and some angst

a/n: missing my boys and 2013-15 real bad yall!!

you absolutely loved your boys

at first, you were really iffy about the idea Triple H presented

"I want you to be Shield's First Lady! I think you being with the guys would be a perfect fit."

you didn't really want to be in a group or associated with one. But you decided to go ahead with the idea

You barely talked to Roman before but Seth and Dean were foreign to you.

"It's so nice to meet you all, I'm sure this is gonna be super fun for all of us!" 

The three men were nothing but sweetheart to you. always polite, making sure you were good

from that moment, you knew you had made the right choice

your role was pretty simple, the fearless badass of the group 

you would stand ringside for almost every match whether it be singles, tag, or all three of them. sometimes distract the ref so they can pull an illegal move ;)

every backstage segment had all four of you in it chilling in your custom locker room, getting ready for a match, etc...

promos always had you on the mic

"Shield is taking over the WWE. We have the Tag Team titles, the United States Championship, the Divas championship, My boys and I are unstoppable"

the fans absolutely loved Shield (you were the fan favorite)

yall had become a little family!

the four of you always went out after shows, having a blast

when the boys would get into stupid little arguments, you were the mediator

"C'mon guys enough! We're family. act like it!" 

when you got loud, oh they listened for sure. They knew not to piss you off

don't be fooled though, they loved you more

What you did for them ringside, they did for you.

Every time you won, they would slide into the ring and hold you up on their shoulders.

they always made you laugh at their silly side convos 

Everything was good

until it wasn't

The day Seth betrayed you all, was the day your heart broke

"Seth what are you doing?! How could you do this to us?! We're family!"

You looked him in his eyes, slapping him across the face. He had nothing to say but a smirk on his face. 

Seth not only betrayed you but his brothers too, his family.

Shield was never the same for any of you after that day. 

hope yall enjoyed this lil hc! comment and reblog pls and thank u <33

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I think about you all the time. You cross my mind daily, but I don't think you ever think of me.

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Twin Baby Surprise

Jey Uso x Black OC

Summary: Jasmine experiences severe abdominal cramps and is forced to call for an ambulance. While waiting for help, she lies down in bed, only to be shocked when she discovers a baby crowning between her legs. With no time to spare, her boyfriend’s son must step in to deliver the baby, which turns out to be twins.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the living room. Jasmine sat on the couch, attempting to relax after a long week of work. She’d planned to spend the afternoon quietly, maybe catching up on a few shows or reading, but her body had other plans.

The first sign of discomfort came as a dull ache in her lower abdomen. At first, she thought it was just indigestion or perhaps a sign that her period was approaching, but the pain grew steadily worse, sharper and insistent.

Jasmine pressed a hand to her stomach, trying to breathe through the cramps. They felt familiar, like menstrual cramps, but more intense. She shifted uncomfortably, hoping the sensation would pass, but instead, it only deepened, tightening around her like a vise.

She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 4 PM. Joshua had gone out with his twin brother, Jonathan, for a haircut, leaving Jasmine alone at the house with his 12-year-old son, Jeyce. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what was happening. The cramps didn’t feel like anything she had experienced before. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, attempting to call Joshua, but the pain was so overwhelming she could barely focus.

Suddenly, the cramps intensified, bringing with them a wave of nausea. Jasmine staggered to her feet, clutching the couch for support. Something wasn’t right. She needed help.

“Jeyce!” she called out weakly, her voice shaky. She moved toward the hallway, but her legs felt like jelly beneath her. She stumbled, falling back onto the couch, gasping for breath as another wave of pain struck.

Jeyce appeared in the doorway, his phone pressed to his ear. He looked concerned, his brow furrowed as he glanced at her. “What’s wrong, Jasmine? You don’t look good.”

Jasmine tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat as a fresh contraction hit. Jeyce quickly called 911. Jasmine winced, clutching her stomach and letting out a soft moan. Jeyce, realizing something was seriously wrong, quickly pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Operator, I need an ambulance,” he said, his voice calm despite the rising panic in his eyes. “My dad’s girlfriend is in pain. She looks really sick.”

He listened to the operator’s instructions, nodding as he repeated the details of their location. Jasmine’s breath came in shallow gasps, and she struggled to sit up. “I… I don’t think I can wait,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jeyce’s eyes darted between her and the phone. He could hear the calm instructions from the operator, but he couldn’t focus on them. Something felt wrong—this wasn’t just a stomachache. The pain seemed to build, like an unstoppable force pressing down on her. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but everything was happening too fast.

“Jasmine, do you want to lie down?” Jeyce asked gently, moving to her side. He was still holding the phone, but the urgency in her voice made him shift into action.

She nodded, her eyes wide with fear, and Jeyce helped her to her feet. With his support, she managed to make her way to the bedroom, where she collapsed onto the bed, her breath quickening with every passing second. The room felt too hot, the air thick with panic, but she couldn’t control the sensations racing through her body.

“Just breathe, Jasmine,” Jeyce said, his voice steady as he tried to offer comfort. He didn’t know what else to do but follow the operator’s directions to the best of his ability. The calm tone in the operator’s voice only seemed to heighten the sense of urgency within him.

But as Jeyce stood by her side, Jasmine’s gaze shifted downward. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized something was happening that she couldn’t explain. Between her legs, a dark shape was emerging, a faint pressure she hadn’t felt before. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as the realization slammed into her like a freight train.

“Oh my God…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What… what is happening to me?”

Her body responded on its own as if some primal instinct had taken over. The pressure between her legs grew, and she instinctively placed a hand there, feeling the unmistakable sensation of a baby crowning. Jasmine’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief.

No. This couldn’t be happening. She wasn’t pregnant. She wasn’t prepared for this.

“Jeyce,” she gasped, trying to form words as she reached out to him, her hand trembling. “There’s… a baby is coming.”

Jeyce’s face went pale as he looked down, his eyes locking onto the sight of the baby’s head emerging between her legs. His mind was racing. He had never seen anything like this. He didn’t know what to do. He was just a kid.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” he whispered to himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could process everything, Jasmine let out a pained cry as another contraction rippled through her. Jeyce’s instincts kicked in, and he immediately crouched down beside the bed, his hands trembling as he reached for the towels nearby. His gaze shifted between Jasmine’s face and the baby emerging from her body.

“Jasmine, just keep breathing,” he said, trying to steady his own breathing as he wiped his hands on the towel. “I’m going to help you. Just stay calm.”

Jasmine’s hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles white as the next contraction hit. With a deep, guttural push, the baby’s head fully emerged, followed by the shoulders, and then—finally—the tiny body slipped free, into Jeyce’s waiting hands. He gasped, staring at the small, fragile figure in his hands. The baby let out a soft cry, a sound that echoed through the room.

For a moment, Jeyce was paralyzed, unsure of what to do next. His heart was racing in his chest, but he knew he couldn’t waste any time. He gently wrapped the baby in the towels, trying to keep her warm and comfortable. As he looked down at the tiny, squirming baby girl in his arms, he felt a surge of responsibility he couldn’t explain.

“Jasmine, it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You did it. The baby’s here.”

But Jasmine wasn’t done. Another contraction tore through her body, and she gasped, her face contorting with pain.

“There’s another one,” she whispered in disbelief. “There’s another baby…”

Jeyce’s eyes widened. Two babies. Twin babies. The reality of the situation began to settle in. He couldn’t just sit there and wait for someone else to come. He had to act. He had no choice.

“Just breathe, Jasmine,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice steady as he watched her push again. The second baby came quickly, sliding into his hands just as easily as the first. He quickly wrapped the second baby in a towel, glancing between the two tiny girls in his arms.

Jasmine collapsed back onto the bed, her body trembling with exhaustion, her chest heaving. The pain had subsided for now, but she was still in shock. Twin girls. Twins. How was this even possible?

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, and Jeyce’s breath caught in his throat. They were coming. Help was on the way. But for now, he was the one who had delivered them.

Minutes later, Joshua burst through the door, panic and confusion on his face. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Jasmine, lying exhausted in bed with the two newborn babies in her arms. Jeyce stood beside the bed, his phone in hand, snapping pictures of the scene.

“What the hell?” Joshua whispered, his voice shaking as he approached the bed. He glanced between Jasmine and Jeyce, the overwhelming realization dawning on him.

“Dad, I… I delivered them,” Jeyce said, his voice soft but filled with pride. “I named them. Jamari and Jamya.”

Joshua’s heart swelled with emotion. “Jeyce…” he said, his voice breaking. “I’m so proud of you. Thank you for looking after Jasmine. And your baby sisters.”

Jonathan entered the room behind Joshua, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the two tiny girls in Jasmine’s arms. He stepped forward, his face filled with astonishment.

“Twin nieces?” Jonathan asked disbelief in his voice.

Jeyce nodded, his smile growing wider. “Yeah. Twin girls. Jamari and Jamya.”

Jonathan immediately pulled out his phone, eager to share the news. “Everyone needs to know. Our family is going to flip out when they hear this!”

As the family gathered around, Jasmine felt a warmth she hadn’t expected—a feeling of safety and love, even in the chaos. The twins were finally here, and despite the shock and the surprise, everything was going to be alright.

She smiled softly as she looked down at the two tiny faces in her arms. Jamari and Jamya—her daughters, their arrival was unexpected but now the greatest blessing of her life.

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jasminetheannouncer Unexpected blessings 💕 Two little miracles arrived today—Jamari & Jamya. Feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. 💖👶👶 #Twins #NewBeginnings #Miracles #Blessed

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nowwwww kiss…

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WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @okeydokeylackey !!!! I LOVED YOUR SNIPPET & everyone should DEFINITELY check out your art/writing (I know I always love seeing it on my dash🥹🫶)

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

***DISCLAIMER THESE ARE ALL TYPED UP STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS AND UNEDITED BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH***

Oneshot:

A beetle slowly makes its way across Sebastian Sallow’s desk.

The classroom is silent - save for the scratching of quills furiously calculating the Arithmatic probability of who will be the next Minister and the quiet murmur of his professor as she helps Hobhouse (how did he even get into the N.E.W.T. level?) - and Sebastian is going absolutely mad.

He counts how many seconds it takes for the beetle to reach his abandoned quill (fifteen). But, when it takes its seventh step after making it over the quill (an auspicious sign), Sebastian slams his hand down on top of it.

The loud noise echoes through the silent classroom and Sebastian hears her snickering coming from behind him as the whole class turns to see what has happened. His ears turn red, he wishes he could jinx her somehow, and yet he is terribly curious to see what she has sent him this time. Sebastian hopes that everyone has gone back to their equations and stops staring at him, because now that it’s in his hands, his fingers are itching to open it. His hands eagerly - shamefully eager, if you ask him - unravel the note he’s crumpled up in his hands - almost a shame that he destroyed the beetle, it was one of her better creations - and Sebastian soon curses his haste.

His ears would be an even deeper shade of red were his blood not currently draining to a different part of his body. Sebastian shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he continues reading the note, his eyes flying across the tiny note once, twice, three times before he crumples it up and adds it to the graveyard of the other notes she has been sending him all day. The words fuck my soaking cunt flash up at him and he adjusts his schoolbag so that if anyone walks past and looks into it, they won’t suspect a thing.

You see, this has been going on all day. Sebastian knew that when his seventh year started, it was going to the culmination of their academic rivalry, but he never expected this. That witch has made taunting him her personal vendetta, and it’s working.

Sebastian can’t get her out of his mind.

FIC - CHAPTER 25: (honestly I might delete this scene or save it for later)

She wanted him to hate her.

Hatred wasn’t what she saw in his eyes now, though.

Almost as if she were watching herself from afar, not in control of her body, Eloise came to a stop in front of Sebastian and looked down at him. The green light was highlighting his face and he looked ethereal, otherworldly. She watched her hand reach out and touch his cheek - hesitant, unsure - and when he didn’t jerk his head away as she expected - as she deserved - she moved to sit down next to him in the tiny space. Her knees bumped into his just like their noses bumped against each other as she moved her face towards his. Still, he didn’t move away.

She felt his warm breath fan across her lips. Maybe they stayed like that, lips not-quite-touching, for an eternity; maybe it was only a second. Eloise was only aware of Sebastian’s intoxicating presence, of the way his breath hitched when she finally bridged the gap between them, of the way her heart surrendered itself to him. This kiss was nothing like what they had shared before. It was hesitant, soft, sweet. His hands came up to her face, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss.

Eloise didn’t know what had gotten into her - she was supposed to be avoiding Sebastian, hating him, and yet she couldn’t pull herself out of his embrace. She was melting into his touch, his thumbs brushing themselves down her cheeks, her neck, fingers going through her hair, over and over as if to reassure himself of her presence, his lips moving languidly against hers. Eloise sighed into his mouth, almost-smiling but not-quite: she was nervous, as complicit as he was in this kiss, maybe even more, considering she had been the one to reach out first. But then -

Sebastian pulled away from her, puzzled, his hands moving back to cup Eloise’s face. He was saying something, rough thumbs gently brushing away the thick tears rolling down her cheeks. When had she started crying?

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴:

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘤���𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺

[xmairr]

[raineandsky]

Bite at the Hand That Feeds

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

“You know how to use a gun?”

“Yes.”

“Knives?”

“Obviously.”

“Your hands?”

“What do you take me for, [Villain]? I’m a hero,” the hero says incredulously. “Knowing how to fight is a pretty important part of the job.”

“Ah!” the villain cries like he’s caught the other in a lie. “But you’re not a hero anymore, are you? You’re my guard dog now.”

The hero scowls. “Thanks for the reminder.”

Today is the most conversation the hero’s gotten out of him, since the villain seemed content to spend most of the past week ignoring him. From previous attempts, pity, doubt, concern, and any sort of empathy are emotions the villain isn’t exactly well-acquainted with.

So the hero’s still here, stuck with a villain that doesn’t seem to care about the means by which the hero ended up here. If he had a boss that handed out people as gifts, he sure as hell wouldn’t be revelling in it like the villain is. Maybe that’s just what villainy is about nowadays.

“I prefer knives—I like keeping death close to my hand,” the villain says with a bright tone that doesn’t match the words at all. He turns to the hero, flipping a dagger handle-end first towards him. “Take that.”

The hero stares at it blankly for a moment. “You’re giving me a blade.”

“You’re under my jurisdiction now, [Hero],” the villain says flatly. “You’ll use whatever I give you.”

“No, like—you trust me enough to give me a knife?”

“Oh, god no.” The villain laughs. “But I have places to be, and I need you to do your job. Don’t stab me, and you won’t have to worry about [Supervillain] hunting you down for revenge, okay?”

The hero’s first jaunt out of the villain’s house is a literal breath of fresh air. The breeze out here is clear, light, and smells a lot less like forgotten junk food. The villain has the hero tailing him, walking perfectly on his heel, and the hero feels every bit the dog the villain wants him to be. The villain, from his innocent smile, is well aware of this.

The supervillain meets the villain with a smile and a light kiss on the cheek. “A wonderful afternoon to have you with us, my dear,” they say sweetly. Their gaze flits to the hero, drinking in the obvious delight in seeing a gift well-used. “I’m glad to see your little dog is being obedient.”

“I’ve been training him,” the villain says simply. “He learns fast when you know his weaknesses.”

That much is true. The villain had discovered pretty quickly that the hero is rather adverse to pain, and he’d utilised it every time he deemed his new plaything out of line.

The hero trails behind the villain as he wanders ahead with the supervillain. The pair pass into a room, and the villain turns back to push a hand to the hero’s chest. “Not a chance,” he says coolly. “You stay out here and guard the door.”

The hero takes a thoughtless half step back, out of the doorway. The villain smirks lightly. “Good boy,” he says innocently, and with that the door shuts in the hero’s face.

The hero takes his spot next to the entrance, fiddling with the knives the villain gave him. It’s not like he can go anywhere else—he’s in the middle of the lion’s den here, and there’s a particularly pissed-off looking lion glaring at him from the other side of the door frame.

“I heard what happened to you,” the henchman says eventually. Her gaze is still entirely too cold, too hateful, when the hero turns to her. “This doesn’t make you one of us.”

The hero can’t imagine a worse fate than being bunched in with villains. “I know.”

“You’ll never be welcome here.”

“I know.”

The henchman runs her fingers over the blade in her hand—it’s long enough to probably be a sword. “Remember who you are, [Hero],” she says plainly, “and remember who you’re with.”

It’s hard to forget. The hero stifles a scowl. “What’re you suggesting?”

“Nothing of note. Just remember that you’re surrounded by a lot of dangerous people.” The henchman sniffs, giving the hero a blatant once over. “People who hate you.”

A nervous shiver works its way up the hero’s spine that he tries his best to repress. “Thanks for the heads up.”

After a second, she lets out a short “hm,” and returns her stare to the corridor stretched out before them.

The silence is suffocating after that, the hero’s eye constantly drifting traitorously to the henchman’s blade. The door, after what feels like a thousand years, swings inward and sweeps the villain and the supervillain into the hallway.

“Alright,” the villain says simply, “let’s head home.”

The hero has never been so happy to follow an order.

~~~

(next part)

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[livsbrutalitys-blog]

Unfinished business

Pt. 1

summary: you and Rhea have known each other since you were teenagers training at the same wrestling school except only one of you made it to the big screen but now it was time for you both to share that same fate.

pt.2|

trope: enemies to lovers

warning(s): SMUT (eventually), ANGST, swearing, yelling, DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA (lmk if i missed any)

pairing(s): rhea x f!reader, judgment day x reader (not romantic), and more but there’s to many :)

a/n: this is going to be a series, i’m not sure how many parts but this is my first time writing a series or anything like this so please be kind and if you have any helpful advice or tips lmk <3

Backstory

You had moved to Adelaide at the age of 16 to train at this very wrestling school. Luckily you had family that lived in Austrailia and your parents always let you follow your dreams and be your own person. Your first day at the school you had been so nervous slightly second guessing your re-location. Your nerves were suddenly calmed by a hand on your arm. Your head whipped around to see who was behind you.

"Hey my name is Demi, this your first day?" She said with a welcoming smile and her accent thick, it took you a moment to gather your thoughts because the girl that you had just met just so happened to also be the most beautiful girl you've ever met.

"uh-yeah, it's nice to meet you my name is y/n" you said sitting your bag down on the floor against the wall. You stood back up and started putting your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

She stared at you like you hung the stares and the moon. You noticed her out of the corner of your eye, not thinking much of it at the time but you took note and stored this moment in the back of your brain.

" good to meet you y/n, can't wait to kick your ass out there" she said smirking at you waiting for what you were going to say. " Your on but be prepared to have your day ruined cause you have no idea what I'm capable of" you said walking close to her, tilting your head up slightly to meet her gaze.

She enjoyed the playful banter, she chuckled walking past you to go meet the trainer. You followed behind her just a few moments later after putting the rest of your things in your bag.

Once you made your way to the group that was training with you the trainer started to speak "Alright ladies and gentleman welcome back to another wonderful day of wrestling, How is everyone feeling today?". The group collectively said 'good', "Great now we are gonna start a little different today since you may have noticed with have a new student joining us today" He said pointing at you quickly, you did a small wave to everyone.

"Okay y/n we are gonna go over some of our basic rules real quick" you nodded waiting for him to speak again. "Rule one, when you are in the training area everyone goes by their ring name so if you have chosen yours, great, if not then get to choosing kid you have a free pass tonight but next session I wanna hear you using your ring name" he said waiting for you to nod or something so he could continue. But, you already had one picked out so you spoke up, "I actually already have one, it's the one I've been using since I was at my last wrestling school" you said in an up-beat tone. "Ok, well, let's hear it" he said impressed that you had already had one and felt confident using it at another facility. "It's y/r/n" you said with confidence, "Alright, sounds good, I like it, it's very original, good job kid" he said with a nod of approval.

"Alright and rule number two, do not and I mean absolutely do not bring your personal life into your wrestling life. You wanna date someone in this group, I'm not one to stand in the way of love but that love needs to say at the door." You nodded agreeing, you never planned to combine the two but it was a great rule to have.

"So, now that all of that is out of the way let's get to kicking some ass!" he said in a more energetic tone. "Y/r/n I want you to start us out, wanna see what you can do and what we need to work on, Rhea I want you in there with her" he said motioning towards the ring and moving out of the way to allow you two to slide in the ring and your now standing just a few inches apart.

You start feeling those familiar nerves build up in your gut. You let out a deep breath shoving those feelings down because it's not like you can walk out of the ring and fly back home now. Rhea noticed the anxious look on your face she mouthed to you as to not draw attention to you "You got this". That's all it took for a strong wave of confidence to wash over you.

"Okay, ladies we are gonna start with some basics" he said instructing you with a strong accent. "Let's go ahead and do some grappling" you waited for his cue to move towards the buff girl ahead of you. You lock up, her hands on your shoulders and yours on her shoulders shoving each other back and forth. Suddenly you dropped to the ground and perfectly executing an arm drag with her landing on her back.

She stood up but for that she smacked the mat in frustration. She was not messing around now, she was in full Rhea mode. You grabbed her arm and swung under it as you twisted her muscular limb. Once you fully up again she turned towards you with a look of discomfort on her face from her arm being twisted in an unnatural direction. In a split second her fist was connecting with your cheek, sending you down to the mat in pain. She wasted no time pouncing on you, grabbing a fist full of your hair in her hands, dragging you back up to your feet. Once you were back up you couldn't think of anything else so you just bitch slapped her. She let go of your hair to put a hand on her face and then glaring back at you. You were totally fucked.

"Alright, alright guys that was good and y/r/n I'm impressed to fair I didn't see a lot but you held your own and that's what I'm looking for" you smiled to yourself not wanting to seem conceited in anyway. Rhea stood behind you leaning in to whisper. "That was good and might I say you have one hell of a slap" she said pulling back with a chuckle. "How about this, you two are gonna have a match right here right now" you looked at Rhea to try and read her to see if she was up to it. "I'm down if you are y/r/n?" she said looking at you waiting for your response. "Of course, how could I pass up kicking your ass. Ripley" you said with a mischievous look on your face and saying the last part with a hint of aggression.

The bell rang and you two were sizing each other up. You made the first move, running to her and kneeing her in the stomach. She stumbled back to collect herself but you didn't let up throwing uncoordinated punches and slaps at her back while she was hunched over. She finally caught one of your hits and you realized you did not think this through. She pulled your arm and slung you into the corner, once you hit the turnbuckle you looked up and she was hurdling towards you and she jumped up and dropped kicked you right in the chest. That blow sent you crumbling to the mat laying there clutching your chest and coughing. She pulled you up and threw your limp body over her broad shoulders carrying back to the same turnbuckle and sitting you on the very top. A surge of adrenaline rushed through you as you slowly sat back up as she was climbing to meet you at the top of the ropes. You used all you strength to push her off. She stumbled back in shock as to how you mustered up the strength to fight back. You waited till she was fully alert again and stood up tall on the top rope you jumped putting all your faith in your aim and in Rhea's ability to catch you. You landed on her shoulders and then slung your body down to send her flying, her doing a messy front flip from all the momentum traveling through her body.

The match went on for about another five minutes and you guys were laid out on the mat. You decided to take advantage of getting up before her. You decided to submit her because all of your pin attempts have failed miserably. You locked in a prism lock, she was writhing below you and you were using all your strength to hold her up eventually you couldn't anymore so you placed a knee on her upper back and twisted her like a pretzel. She finally smacked the mat, giving into your torture.

You dropped her body to the mat and looked down at her. You squatted down to her and leaned your head in to whisper "What was all that talk about you kicking my ass huh?" She groaned and glared up at you. "I'll get you next time" and she wasn't kidding, after that day you guess had a heated rivalry going.

Even though you guys had a serious rivalry going you never hated her and you two knew that the tension and fighting was only improving both of your wrestling abilities.

One day a couple years later you were 21 and Rhea had just turned 22. You two were still training at the same school but now you were training the younger students while also competing in the indie circuit. You had become the the IWJP champion in your time in Japan, and now making your way inside the facility to do some training and teaching later that day. You sat your things down and you were tying your hair up, once it was up you stood up from your crouched position and turned around unexpectedly she was also here. You didn't think she would be here since she had been in the U.S trying out for WWE NXT, you had felt a lot of jealousy towards her for that, it had always been your dream to make it to WWE but she managed to do it before you.

You walked past her with no intention on speaking to her since you knew how you felt and she did to. She saw you walk past and felt a little hurt you didn't at least wave or say a quick greeting. She hopped of the ring apron and made her way over to you. " Aw is someone still mad that I managed to get a try out and they wouldn't even think to reach out to you" she said with a mocking tone, now was not the time for her to be messing with you. Your head slowly turned towards her "You know what Rhea soon the WWE is gonna realize who really belongs there and it's not you. In the meantime I'll be in Japan as a matter of fact across the world gaining more titles while your still just training to hopefully even make it on TV. So, you have fun in states just hoping you make at least one TV appearance I'll be here putting in work and carrying a new title every time you come back" you said glaring up at her and speaking with an aggressive tone. She chuckled at what you said but you both knew she was gonna make it and you were just upset she wasn't gonna be here for much longer. It was true you were gonna miss her even when she destroyed you in the ring.

"You know what y/r/n, your delusional, you'll never see the inside of a WWE ring unless it's from the stands and you paid to be there. I'll be on the big screen and you'll still be here training other people, not even trying to make any of your dreams come true" you were stunned at her sudden aggression but to be honest you were used to squabbles like this with Rhea. You nodded and walked away flipping her off as you were making your way over to the lifting area. She chuckled and went back into the ring she was training in.

Suddenly Rhea's phone rang and you heard it from where you were since the building wasn't that big. She walked over to her back that was on the stairs beside the ring. She quickly grabbed her phone and answered it. You only heard a few yes's and some ok's coming from her but you also saw the nodding of her head but what was most noticeable was the growing excitement on her face as her eyes lit up she said a quick "ok thank you so much, I'll be there in the afternoon tomorrow" her accent thicker than ever caused by the amount of excitement. She hung up and quickly gathered her things, she was quickly making her way out of the building but before that she went up to same trainer she had been working with since she was young girl. You couldn't hear what was said but you saw them share a quick hug and the look on his face was one of a proud father.

You hadn't seen or heard from her in months. You called and texted but to no avail. Where did she go? Is she ok? Can she just please respond to me?

You tried texting her again but gave up hope. You were sat on your couch in your small apartment, you decided to turn on the TV and watch WWE NXT UK. The show started and you weren't paying much attention as you had started scrolling on Instagram. That was until you heard something that caught your attention immediately. The ring announcer was saying her name, you almost thought you were hearing things that was until she appeared on your screen. She looked so different, her hair was short and a light shade of brow, her outfit was dark and edgy. Your mouth hung open as you saw her, you watched the match in shock and a little bit of anger. It was nearing the end and Rhea was going for her finisher, little did you know she took some inspiration from you and locked in your signature prism lock. This bitch really stole my move, you thought. After she won and held her first title a fire was lit inside you and you worked harder than ever to catch her and prove that you deserve to be there too.

Present day

You had been apart of a new wrestling promotion in the US called AEW. It was WWE's biggest rivalry, you were so close but after a few years of working your way up to the top you were finally happy. You were sat on the plane checking your email while waiting to land in the next city, that's when you saw an email that stuck out. It was from your agent, the agent you were kind of forced to get since you were one of if not the biggest female wrestler in the world right now, you held so many titles across the world but mostly in Japan and AEW. You opened the email and it read:

Good morning y/n I hope this finds you well. I have just received a call from WWE management and they really want to talk to you about signing with them. I know how we have talked about making it to the big time and now it's here. The decision is all yours, please call me once you land and we can talk more.

Your hand covered your face in disbelief. Your friends noticed and they nudged you snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey you ok?" Your close friend Ruby said. "Yeah, I just got an email from my agent s'all " you said glancing at her then back down to your email. "Oh, really, what'd it say?" she said inquisitively "Uh, nothing everything's good, I'm just dramatic" you tried to distract her from earlier by being sarcastic. You felt bad that you couldn't tell her but if you were gonna make the move it had to be done in secret to really keep it a surprise.

You got off the plane and immediately called your agent. You spoke with her for a few minutes and luckily you there wasn't a show tonight because now you were jumping in your rental car and drove for about 2 hours to a city close by to meet with WWE management. You haven't decided if you were gonna leave AEW yet but you wanted to hear what they had to offer. You made it to the arena WWE was performing in that night and went in the back to avoid being spotted by fans or talent.

"Hi, y/n it's great to finally meet you" Stephanie said sticking her hand out for a handshake. "It's great to meet you too, Stephanie, I'm excited to hear what you guys are planning" you shook her hand firmly. You walked behind the powerful woman. You finally made it to her office for the night, "please have a seat, make yourself comfortable, who knows maybe this'll become your new home" she said motioning to the couch as she sat across from you in a comfortable looking arm chair. You chuckled at the last part of what she said, "ok y/n we have a few idea's" she said making her self comfortable and crossing her legs making eye contact with you.

"Alright let's hear 'em" you said looking at her. "So as you might know we have Wrestlemania coming up in a month and I'd love for you to be apart of it. We already have a match going on for the Women's World Title" you nodded and she continued "We want you to start your WWE journey by interfering in the finish of the match. Our title holder is Rhea Ripley." the name sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know she was the title holder since you had stopped watching WWE when you joined the rival company. It had been years since you saw her or heard anything more than a brief mention of her reign of dominance on the women's division.

"I understand you two have a long history" you nodded hiding the look of nervousness on your face. She continued to explain her plan and you liked it a lot. The feelings you had for Rhea had reappeared as she continued to talk. "You know what Stephanie" you pause briefly, "I'm in, let's do this" you said with a wave of confidence washing over you. She looked at you with pure excitement in her eyes. "Alright well I'm glad to hear that, I'm even more excited to have you joining our family your gonna fit in just perfect here" she said as she initiated a quick hug. You hugged her back, you were walking out of the arena and back to your car as you saw something. It was quick but it caught all your attention, you saw a broad figure, backside facing you. She was walking in, she didn't see you thank god. But you surely saw her. She was more muscular than you remember, her hair was black like a raven and her skin was covered in beautiful works of art. The tattoo's she had always talked about wanting to get.

You made the journey back to your designated city for the night and you laid in your bed. You emailed your agent and let her know what happened with Stephanie. Your agent called you and then discussed the next steps. She contacted AEW management and set up a meeting with them. The meeting was happening the next night before the show.

You did your nightly routine and climbed into bed. Your thoughts were all over the place but finally you drifted off to sleep. Once you woke up you hopped in the shower. You got out and got dressed and ready to head to the arena. On your way there you were nervous to tell your management about your decision to leave. You made it to the arena and walked inside, waving at the fans that were camped out at the fence and walked up to few kids that wanted pictures. You always loved talking to the fans because you were human too. You got to the locker room and put your stuff up. You found your agent waiting outside and you two walked to Tony's office and knocked on the door, he answered "come on in" he said moving to the side as he held the door open for you and your agent. After about an hour of discussion, you and the team had devised a plan for your last night. You were gonna drop your title, the AEW TBS Championship, to your long time friend, Julia Hart. You had no problem doing this since you viewed her as a little sister, she deserved the title and you were over the moon that you'd be able to give it to her.

You asked if you could be the one to tell her since you also had to tell her that you would be leaving. You waited for her to get to the arena, "Hi gorgeous" she said in a giddy tone as she hugged you. "Oh, hi, how was your drive" you said happily returning her embrace. "Ugh, I hate being stuck in the car with those guys, y'know, it's like a testosterone overload 24/7" you laughed at her "I'm sorry you had to be stuck in there, buuuuuutttt I have some good and bad news for you" you said to her as she finished putting her things up. She gasped "Someone finally told MJF to shut the hell up!!" you laughed once more as did she "no, no, no, but someone should really do that" you said with a brief pause. "you, my friend" you said pointing at her and taking a step forward "you are going over tonight" you said waiting for her to say something. "OH MY GOD WHAT!" she said jumping up and down with excitement and jumping into your arms. "wait" she letting go of you, "who's putting over" she said confused and you pointed to your self. "WHAT! oh my god, we get to finally have a match together!" she said with more excitement.

You guys had been clamoring for a match together but it always got shut down. Tears threatened to spill as you saw how excited she was. "I can't wait for them to announce you as champion tonight Jules" you said going for another hug. "What? Your dropping your title? To me? NO! You are the greatest champion this promotion has ever seen you cant just drop it to me!" she said with a little anger and a hint of sadness as she got a feeling of what the bad news might be. "Julia you deserve it, you've worked your ass of to get here and it's time for the world to show you some respect" you said convincingly, she nodded as you continued. "Ok now the bad news" you paused glancing to her, "Tonight is my last match" you both became teary eyed, she knew that was coming as soon as you said she was gonna be champion.

"I-i-i can't believe it. Your really leaving?" She questioned you hoping that she heard you wrong. "Yes, and I'm leaving knowing that my best friend is gonna be champion and is gonna continue kicking ass" you said trying to cheer her up. It was part of the business, friends leave and move on to other things, you both knew this very well and understood. "Thank you y/n, Thank you for trusting me enough for you to drop your title to me" she said. You nodded not being able to speak since you were torn up about leaving her.

You made your final entrance with your title, putting on your mean face as you made your way down the ramp. Julia's music hit and she made her was down the ramp and to the ring. The match lasted for 10 minutes, that was 10 minutes of you trying to soak up every last bit of the crowds energy. She finally got the 3 count and rose up off the mat, grabbing the title and holding it high. The show went to a commercial break as the lights dimmed slightly you two embraced each other tightly, not knowing when you'll see each other again. The crowd noticed at the last second and let out a simultaneous "Awe" you held her and pulled away and grabbed her face and whispered to her. "I believe in you, you can do this, keep being you, do what you do best a whoop ass, ok?" you said to her as she nodded soaking up your words of encouragement. "I love you, Jules, if you ever need me, you know where to reach me" you said "Ok, I will and if you need me just call me, good luck, I love you y/n" you kissed the top of her head and pulled away and walked away, out of the ring, leaving her in there alone with her music playing loudly as she held up her title with confidence. She glanced at you making your way back stage, you felt her glance and turned around and waved her goodbye and blew her kiss with a smile at your face feeling proud of her.

You got to your locker room and got ready to leave. You said goodbye to all your friends and acquaintances, you walked out teary eyed. You got back to your hotel and laid on the bed lost in your thoughts as your phone started going off. You grabbed it and unlocked it, your comment section was going crazy with a mix of the fans emotions some sad, some happy, some started speculating what might be going on. None of them guess right though. You plugged your phone up for the night and drifted of to sleep.

You woke up to Stephanie calling you and asking you to meet her in Florida at the PC. You jumped on the first flight out and while you were on your flight you scrolled through Instagram. Swiping through stories and the biggest news on your feed was you and Julia's match last night. You went to her account and saw she posted a heart-felt message that made you tear up a bit. The message ended the way you thought it would, at the bottom it read:

"...But in the end, The house always wins."

[allmyn1ghts]

Can I pls have Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader where they confess their feelings for each other in the rain with the prompts "I didn't know people like you existed" + "I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did"? Make it fluffy!

confessions in the rain ༘⋆✿

Dominik Mysterio x fem!reader

synopsis: you and dom finally confess those hidden feelings :)

warnings: none! just fluff and some cursing

wc: 871

a/n: thank you for this super cute request, I hope I did it justice! enjoy, love! <3

Dominik was your best friend and the man you've been swooning over the past year. 

A year ago you couldn't stand the thought of him or the rest of The Judgement Day. You felt that their presence every Monday night was just… annoying to say the least. But, After many many many attempts at getting you to join, you finally gave in. Rhea was the one who convinced you. 

“C'mon y/n think about all the opportunities we could get you! You could be the next Women’s Champion. I've seen how hard you've been working for that opportunity. Let JD help you.” 

"Fine, but if you guys screw me over, it's not gonna be pretty"

"Now why would we do that y/n?" she says with her signature smirk

So here you are now, the women's Champion, with the four people you now consider family. Shortly after joining, you realized that they weren't that terrible after all. And that's also when you stopped seeing Dom as a nuisance and saw him as the sweet and caring person he truly is. Out of everyone, you and Dom were the closest. The two you just clicked, always together, whether it be ringside supporting each other or just chilling, y'all were inseparable. Your little crush on Dom didn't go unnoticed either. The group often teased you when Dom wasn't around.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up Preist, I wasn't even looking at him”

“Sure”

or

“Finn, have you seen Dom? I gotta talk to him before his match”

“Nope, I haven't seen your little boyfriend, I'm surprised you don't know where he is.”

“Ha ha very funny, thanks for your help.”

“Anytime love!”

-

Each day your feelings for him grew and you only hoped he felt the same. Telling him the truth was always on your mind. Could it possibly ruin the friendship you have with him? Maybe. but, you never know unless you try… right? Yeah, that wasn't an option at the moment. 

After an eventful Raw, it was time for everyone to get back to the hotel. Everyone seemed to have left already except for you and Dom. It was weird, the five of you guys usually always left together. “You whipped some major ass out there!’ you complimented Dom as the two of yall packed up. “You think so? Felt like I didn't give my best tonight.” he shrugs. “Dom you always give a good show, dont doubt it.” He smiles at your comment. “Now cmon, I think the cab is here” You wrap an arm around his neck and head towards the exit. What you didn't know is that one, it was raining, and two, once you exit, you can't get back in. 

“Oh shit! I didn't know it was gonna be pouring out here,” you said running toward the door. You attempted to open the door. “What the…” you tried again. “Dom I think we're stuck out here…” You begin to anxiously laugh at the situation. “You know this is your fault right” You look at Dom like he has two heads. “My fault?! How was I supposed to know it was gonna be pouring out and-” “Relax y/n, I'm just fucking with you” he laughs at your mini outburst. 

“You're an asshole, you know that right?” the uncomfortable feeling of being wet starting to sink in.

“An asshole you looove”

“Yeah right, in your dreams” 

The two of you laugh and settle into a comfortable silence.

Dom notices you start to shiver. “Here take my jacket” He handed it to you and you put it on quickly. “Thanks” you smile to yourself. Little acts like this is what made you fall in love with him, if only you could tell him that. Minutes pass by still waiting for transportation, and the two of you switch between looking at your phones or watching the rain fall peacefully. Dom decides to break that comfortable silence. 

“Y/n can I tell you something?”

“Of course, what's up”

He turns to look down at you. “I don't know why I have this sudden urge to tell you this but fuck it,” you look at him confused. “Y/N I like you, a lot." Oh? Oh. "Even before you joined JD, when you hated my guts. You're- you're just so perfect, and funny, and beautiful and I can't explain what you do to me, but I love it. I didn't know people like you existed. You mean a lot to me and I don't even know if you feel the same b-” You cut him off, putting your hand on his wet cheek, and smile. “Dom, I've had the biggest crush on you for months now. I'm surprised you didn't notice! He stares at you baffled. "You're lying" "I swear!" Laughs come from both of you, he leans in, kissing you softly. He's the one to break the kiss. “I wasn't expecting you to change my life... but you did" You give him the biggest smile, and as you begin to respond to him, you are interrupted by the sound of a car horn. It's Rhea, Finn, and Damien all smiling at the two of you from the car.

“About damn time!” Damien says. 

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Nasty Dancer III

Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

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Aphrodite’s friends—Mona, India, and Jatae—were gathered around her, their laughter and chatter forming a soft, comforting hum in the background as they readied themselves for the night ahead. The evening was meant to be a celebration of many things, though it felt a little complicated for Aphrodite. A call-up to the main roster in WWE was a huge achievement, one that deserved to be shouted from the rooftops. But tonight, there was something more she was trying to escape: the weight of her past. The weight of Joseph.

Mona, India, and Jatae were all there for her, each a vital part of the mosaic of her life. They had known Aphrodite since they were young girls in elementary school, and their bond had only strengthened over the years. Through every milestone, every heartbreak, and every success, they had been there. And tonight, they knew their role was no different: to help Aphrodite forget, if only for a few hours, the pain that still lingered from her breakup with Joseph—the man who had once been everything to her, but now, only a painful memory.

Dinner had been at Giselle, a fusion restaurant that had been their spot for as long as Aphrodite could remember. The city lights shimmered outside the windows of the sleek, upscale fusion restaurant. The hustle of the streets below was muffled by the heavy glass, but the energy of the night still found its way through—an electric hum that Aphrodite couldn’t quite ignore. The food had been good, but the company was what had really gotten her through.

The air was filled with the scent of truffle oil and seared tuna, but it was the conversation that mattered. Mona was the first to bring up the subject they all knew was on Aphrodite’s mind. They knew how much the breakup with Joseph had hurt her. It wasn’t just the end of a relationship, it was the loss of something even more significant: a future she had once thought was hers. The baby. The miscarriage. All the unspoken words, the guilt, the grief.

Jatae, always the protector, had been especially vocal about encouraging Aphrodite to speak to Joseph. To talk about the miscarriage, to not hold everything inside. She knew her friend’s silence wasn’t helping her heal. But Aphrodite wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to face Joseph—not after everything that had happened. Not after he’d broken her heart and not after she’d lost their child. Jatae had pushed. Jatae had supported. But it wasn’t until Aphrodite exploded at Joseph in an elevator, nearly screaming at him about the baby they almost had, that she realized how much the loss still consumed her.

And when she did, when she saw Jatae's look of concern, it had been the first time Aphrodite had seen the rawness of what she was carrying inside. But even then, Jatae hadn’t said "I told you so." She didn’t need to. She just offered to spend the week with Aphrodite, to help her get through it, however long it would take.

Now, an hour later, as the night morphed into something more vibrant and electric, they found themselves at the nightclub. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor beneath their feet, and the colorful lights flickered overhead, splashing over the crowd like liquid rainbows. The atmosphere was infectious. The energy was real. It was supposed to be a night of fun, of distraction, and for a while, it was. Mona had Aphrodite laughing so hard that the ache in her chest seemed to ease just a little.

But then Joseph walked in.

Aphrodite’s stomach dropped, her eyes briefly meeting his from across the crowded room. He was with his cousins, Jacob and Zilla, along with a few other people Aphrodite didn’t recognize. She had heard that Joseph was a regular at this club, but seeing him in person felt like a punch to the gut. He didn’t seem to notice her at first, his attention on his own group, but as fate would have it, Yami—Jacob’s girlfriend, who also happened to work for WWE and was one of Aphrodite’s friends—spotted her from across the room.

“Hey, girl!” Yami called out, making her way over to Aphrodite’s section, her bright smile lighting up the space between them. The two shared a quick, genuine hug before Yami glanced at Joseph, then back at Aphrodite.

“Hey,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady, though her heart was racing. She caught a glimpse of India’s narrowed eyes in her peripheral vision. India, the one who always kept an eye out for Aphrodite, the one who had never fully trusted Joseph, was already sizing him up.

Zilla, noticing the shift in the energy, leaned over and asked Mona if it was okay for them to join the girls in their section. Mona, ever the peacemaker, was quick to answer with a warm smile.

“The more, the merrier,” she said, though there was an edge to her voice that Aphrodite could hear, even through the music.

The song "Thuggin" by Big Boogie began to play, and the bass surged through the club, the rhythm like a heartbeat in the dark. Aphrodite let herself be swept into the music. She needed to feel alive again, to forget. Mona was right there beside her, dancing like they always had, and soon enough, Aphrodite found herself twerking against Mona’s body. The world around her blurred as the music consumed her, the alcohol warming her veins. For a few moments, she felt untouchable, invincible, and free from the weight of her emotions.

But then, the pressure of eyes on her returned.

Aphrodite knew Joseph was watching. She could feel it—the heat of his gaze burning through her skin like a memory she couldn’t erase. But she refused to look back. Instead, she kept dancing, focusing on Mona, who was matching her moves with a playful grin.

Meanwhile, Zilla leaned over and whispered something in Mona’s ear. Mona’s face lit up with a mischievous smile, and a few seconds later, the shift in seating took place. Without Aphrodite noticing, Mona and Joseph switched places, so now Joseph was seated behind her, his presence like a shadow she couldn’t escape.

India, who had been silently observing the whole situation, shook her head. She knew what Mona was trying to do. She knew Mona had a tendency to push things to the edge, to stir up emotions that Aphrodite wasn’t ready to face. India didn’t like it, and she wasn’t about to let it go down without a fight.

“Jatae,” India muttered under her breath, clearly irritated, “She’s doing it again. You know what she’s trying to do.”

Jatae, ever the calm one, simply grabbed India by the arm. “Let it be, India,” she said softly. “Let her handle this in her own way.”

But even Jatae couldn’t ignore the way the night was unfolding. The tension in the air was thick, almost tangible, like a storm on the horizon. Aphrodite felt it, too. The alcohol was loosening her inhibitions, but the feelings were still there, lurking beneath the surface. She wasn’t ready to deal with Joseph, but here he was, in her space, as if fate was forcing them to face what they hadn’t finished.

And then, without thinking, she turned around.

She could feel Joseph’s breath on her skin as he tugged her down onto his lap. His hands moved instinctively along her sides, tracing the contours of her body like he had done so many times before. And Aphrodite, in her slightly drunken haze, let herself lean back against his chest.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she told him, her voice low and almost defiant.

Joseph’s lips brushed her ear as he replied, his voice dark and steady. “I think it does.”

Before Aphrodite could respond, India, who had seen enough, rushed over and yanked her away from Joseph’s lap. “Bathroom break,” she said firmly, her grip tight on Aphrodite’s arm as she dragged her away.

Once in the bathroom, India didn’t hold back. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration.

Aphrodite, feeling the alcohol start to dull the edges of her thoughts, shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“Do you still love him?” India asked, already knowing the answer. “Of course you do. I don’t know why I even asked.”

Aphrodite sighed, but before she could respond, India went on a mini rant about how Joseph had hurt her, how he didn’t deserve her. Aphrodite didn’t have the energy to argue, but when India’s words started to sting, she snapped.

“Enough!” Aphrodite screamed. “I love you, and I know you’re looking out for me, but please stop. Let me figure things out on my own.”

India pouted, the hurt evident in her eyes, but she nodded silently. “I just don’t want you hurt again. Especially by him,” she said softly.

Aphrodite leaned into her, holding onto her tightly. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”

In the quiet bathroom, the music from the club still thrummed faintly in the distance, but in that moment, everything else faded away. Aphrodite felt a strange sense of clarity, as though, for the first time in months, she was beginning to untangle the knots in her heart.

Tonight wasn’t about finding answers. It wasn’t about solving everything. It was about taking a breath. Letting go of the past, even if just for a few hours. And with her friends by her side, Aphrodite realized that, maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

Next: Chapter Four

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The Day I Learned Wrestling Wasn’t Fake: Papa Shango, the Ultimate Warrior, and a Horrified 8-Year-Old Me

When Your Parents Say Wrestling is Fake, but Papa Shango Starts Casting Spells on National TV

Let’s go back to a simpler time: the early 1990s. A time when wrestling wasn’t just a sport—it was a religion, a soap opera, and a live-action cartoon rolled into one. Back then, I thought wrestling was real, and I’d fistfight anyone who dared say otherwise. But even as my parents whispered the dreaded phrase, “You know wrestling is fake, right?” Papa Shango hit the screen, proving that nothing about wrestling was fake—especially not the dark magic.

And then came the night when the voodoo priest himself, Papa Shango, cast spells on The Ultimate Warrior. Spells. On live TV. And my 8-year-old self? Absolutely traumatized.

1. The Night Wrestling Became Real

I still remember it like it was yesterday. There was the Ultimate Warrior, the unstoppable, face-painted demigod who could shake the ropes with the energy of a caffeinated tiger. He wasn’t just a wrestler—he was a superhero. And then Papa Shango showed up.

This guy wasn’t just a bad guy; he was a whole villain genre. Voodoo beads, a skull staff, and face paint that screamed “your nightmares just got a new mascot.” He started mumbling incantations, and suddenly the Warrior—my Warrior—was doubled over, leaking black goo from his head like an exorcism gone wrong.

Kid Logic: “This can’t be fake. Black goo doesn’t lie.”

2. The Harlem Shake Heard Around the World

And then came the shake. Not the cool kind, like Michael Jackson’s moonwalk, but the kind you do when your body is 90% terrified and 10% possessed. The Ultimate Warrior started jerking around like he’d been cursed by a voodoo god, and I was losing it.

Kid Thought: “If Papa Shango can do this to the Warrior, what chance do I have?!”

That night, I slept with a light on—and my Ultimate Warrior action figure under my pillow, just in case Papa Shango decided to pay me a visit.

3. The Parents’ Betrayal

After the episode, my parents tried to comfort me. “It’s all fake,” they said, trying to sound calm.

Fake?! Did they see the goo? The convulsions? Fake was when the Road Runner dropped an anvil on Wile E. Coyote. This wasn’t fake. This was Papa Shango manifesting real voodoo chaos on national TV.

When you’re 8, logic is irrelevant. If you see it on TV, it’s real. End of discussion.

4. Wrestling’s Commitment to the Bit

Looking back, you have to respect the lengths the WWE (then WWF) went to make these storylines work. Papa Shango wasn’t just a wrestler; he was a whole mood.

The Props: The skull staff? Iconic. The fake black goo? Disturbingly convincing.

The Acting: The Ultimate Warrior deserved an Oscar for that performance. Seriously, someone put that man in a horror film.

The Audience Manipulation: They didn’t just want you to watch; they wanted you to believe. And believe I did.

5. The Day Wrestling Broke My Heart

Of course, as I got older, the illusion started to crack. The spellcasting? Special effects. The goo? Probably corn syrup mixed with food coloring. And Papa Shango? Just a guy named Charles Wright, who would later become The Godfather, trading voodoo for a pimp gimmick.

But here’s the thing: even when you know it’s scripted, it doesn’t matter. Wrestling isn’t about reality; it’s about the spectacle. It’s about suspending disbelief just long enough to let a voodoo priest scare the hell out of an 8-year-old and make millions of people talk about it decades later.

6. Why Wrestling Was—and Is—Magic

Even now, as a full-grown adult with bills, responsibilities, and a brain that knows better, wrestling still feels magical.

It’s absurd.

It’s theatrical.

And sometimes, it’s just real enough to make you question everything.

Lesson Learned: Sometimes, it’s okay to believe in the black goo, the spells, and the Harlem shake. Because life’s a lot more fun when you let yourself get lost in the ridiculousness.

Papa Shango Won That Night

So, yes—wrestling is “fake.” But that night, Papa Shango was real. And so was the fear, the awe, and the sheer ridiculous joy of watching The Ultimate Warrior shake like he’d been cursed by every voodoo priest in history.

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Daniel Garcia x fem!wrestler!reader

Warning: angst, swearing, references to sex… I’m really a saint

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Disclaimer: this has been written by someone with dyslexia. Please forgive all spelling and grammar mistakes.

His time spent on the sidelines halted the good thing you had going on. You, Y/N, were new to AEW but already an established star on the indies, picking up women’s belt after women’s belt (even a few men’s titles too) along the way. You were the big ‘I am’, a rising superstar – something Daniel knew all about.

It’s something you bonded over. Being young and living out your dreams on TV every Wednesday, you often found comfort in knowing that – whatever you went through – he could understand. And soon, all the big group hangouts at the club or whatnot turned into casual one-on-one meetups, which led to you guys texting all the time. Before you knew it, your ankles were pinned to your ears and he was digging in your gold until daybreak.

You let your best friend back home about the sneaky link-ups you had with the Buffalo kid but, at work, no one could ever know that Y/W/N was getting rammed over a roadie case in an abandoned corridor of whatever arena they were in that week. That the duo would soothe each other’s wounds once they got back to the hotel and would fuck cuddle up, savouring their solo time together. One time, it was pretty close.

In front of their friends, they act chummy. They might share the odd loving stare every now and again, but – for the most part – you acted like you usually would when hanging out with them: just friendly.

“Oh, Y/N! Don’t let me forget to hook you up with my boy, Nathan,” Isiah called out across the seating area while you waited for your turn to bowl. You can see Daniel’s head whip around to look at you with a dumbfounded look while Skye cheers for herself because she knocked over eight pins on her first go. The clanging in the background got louder and your heart pounded because you were scared Dare Bear would take it the wrong way.

Scrunching up your eyebrows, you asked Isiah, “Who?” before he reminded you that you asked him to recommend you an amazing tailor for a new gear idea.

“Oh, I thought you were setting me up or sum,” you mutter, melting back into your seat as embarrassment set in. Daniel also lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in, giggling along with his best friend. Seems like all was restored – or so you thought.

“But seriously, Y/N. When are you gonna get yourself a foinnneee man?” Aminata jovially asked.

“We talking about Y/N?” Skye says, exchanging places with her boo Kyle before returning to her seat. “Girl, if you need help, just say that! Aminata and I have a 100% success rate.”

You scoff. “Who have you hooked up?” you remark.

“100% of nothing is still something!” She says before poking out her tongue. You and Aminata roll your eyes at her before her face drops into a sarcastic look of surprise, “What did I do?”

You catch a glimpse of Danny. He’s looking in your direction but it doesn’t seem like he sees you. He’s looking through you with this directionless glaze glossing over his eyes. You want to see if he’s OK but you don’t wanna blow you guys’ cover.

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?” you ask quickly, instantly regretting the fact that you have given the duo to permission to pester you with date requests from mediocre men.

Aminata and Skye squeal as they promise that they “won’t let you down” and expect to be bridesmaids at your wedding.

You felt like you had eyes on you all night long, often catching Danny’s – now filled with fire. You couldn’t even comfortably celebrate the fact you won at bowling because, while everyone jested and congratulated you, all you could focus on was how Danny towered over you quietly.

Well, he told you how he felt that night. Like always, Daniel snuck into your room an hour after you settled in. You were already a little nervous because you wondered if he thought your eyes were wondering but – in actuality – he was your everything. He filled your heart with the warmth of 10 million suns. So when he just walked into your room without giving you a kiss, a “heyyyy,” or even a smile, your heart sank to the depths of the earth.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask him, taken aback by his demeanour. He’s always so caring with you.

He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs hands together. “Are you dating other people?” He rebutted back, staring deep into your soul.

Your eyes widen as you quickly move across the room to caress his face. “No, I haven’t,” you replied.

“Why would you accept their offer to set you up on dates like that shit’s sweet?”

“I didn’t know what else to say to get out of the situation-”

“I don’t know. Maybe, you could say you got one?”

“Then they’d ask me who. I… I-"

"You what? Want to go hop on another man's dick? What the fuck is this even meant to be?" Danny cuts you off and aggressively stands up, making you take a step back.

You've never discussed exactly what the levels of this fling was. You were more than happy to keep it between the two of you, but this was more than two friends getting into a situationship. You guys discussed your life plans with one another, heard each other out and were one another's peace. All the stress and chaos from the outside world couldn't seep into you guys' bubble (well, it has), but you hadn’t explicitly told one another that you're strictly dating them.

You blink blankly at Daniel, hoping that if you stay quiet, the stress of the conversation would go away.

Daniel takes a step closer to search your face again. "Do you even want to date me?" he says, a little dejected this time. His breathing is heavy, fanning over your lips – driving you wild because all you want to do is kiss him.

"Of course I do," you whisper, scared that your voice will forsake you.

"Then what are we doing here?" Danny asked again, looking away from you. Your fingers touch his chin again, guiding his face to look at yours.

"I really, really like you, Danny," you tell him. "Now, if you don’t want anything serious, I get it like you're some hot wrestling star travelling the world. You can have any girl you want, so why pick lil ol' me? Don't feel like I'm holding you-"

Daniel smashed his lips on yours for a sloppy make-out session, letting his hands cruising all over your curves. You expel all the air from your lungs in the kiss and rip yourself away from those moreish swollen lips of his.

“Why did you do that?” Daniel shrugs his shoulders and drags you over to the bed, sitting down and placing you on his lap.

“I really, really, really like you too, Y/N,” he admits before turning his attention to an area he knows you love him nibbling at; your neck. He peppered kisses down it, earning a breathy whimper from you.

“Would any of those dates know your body like I do?” He whispered in your ear. “Any of them gonna make you feel how I make you feel?”

You bite your lip and vigorously shake your head. He chuckled into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

However, in this erotic moment, a surge of confidence overtook you. “Can I get a reminder for how good you make me feel?” you tease, cheekiness dripping of your tone.

Let’s say there was no more confusion between the two of you about where you stood with one another.

You guys continued to text and socialise in your friendship group like normal until Daniel had that blood-thirsty All Out match with MJF.

You wanted to give him your love in person before his match, knowing that the New Yorkers planned something brutal for the fans. But you were stuck on a medical bench, getting checked after being knocked out by Mercedes Moné and Kamille while pursuing the former’s TBS and NJPW Strong championships. You shot Daniel a text, hoping it’d be enough but that was the last time you communicated with him.

The doctor said you had no signs of a concussion and were good to go, so you left the room with the mission to find your man (if you can call him that yet). You didn’t have to look far as he was being rushed inside of the medical room next to you.

You tried to ask what was wrong and get some sort of explanation for someone but no one would talk to you. That’s the only downfall of keeping your relationship on the low.

You pace around the halls, trying to expend all the nervous energy you had because all you wanted to know is if Danny was OK. It didn’t seem like you’d get that answer until you saw Isiah walking down the hall with two duffels in hand. You waved him down quickly.

“What happened to Daniel?” you asked him with a scared look on your face, thinking MJF knocked him out again.

“He’s all good. Don’t worry, sis!” The Brooklynite reassures you. “He’s tired so I think he’s just gonna go back to the hotel and get some rest.”

You nod your head and tell Isiah to send him your love before running back to your locker room and freshening up. When you finally make it back to the hotel, you check to see if Daniel read any of your texts – to which, he didn’t. Strange.

You checked his location (you had each others to make it easier to find one another quicker) and saw that he was at the hotel so why is he not reading your messages? You sent a last text sharing your floor and room number and stayed awake, hoping for a text back.

Your alarm abruptly woke you up. Awkwardly hanging off of the edge of the bed, you found yourself still in your loungewear with your glasses on and your phone in your hand showing that he never read your message.

Disappointed, you dragged yourself around your room to pack and do what you needed to do to catch your plane back home. You tried to call Daniel to tell him you got home safely like you always did, but his phone was off. Stranger.

You spent weeks waiting by the phone, wondering why your best friend and confidant wasn’t talking to you like you were used to. You told each other everything down to the smallest details and there’s been so much you’re holding in because you need to tell Danny first. So, this period of silence is secretly cut you up.

“Oh, girl, get over that bum now!” Your childhood friend Shania told you during your weekly catchup over some red wine and assorted pastries. “Doesn’t he know his 30 minutes was up a long time ago?”

You both sniggered, reminiscing on the funny Tiffany Polard meme.

“I know, but he was my friend first. I just want to know that he’s alright.”

And he was alright, for sure. Rolling his suitcase through the corridor with his shades on with his typical bounce, he looked just as great as he did before. For months, you’ve been trying to convince yourself that he’s a dick for just airing you like that – but seeing him now flooded your mind with all the same feelings as before.

The leather vest was a nice touch, too. Oh, how you’d love to stroke it, maybe even scrap your acrylic nails down it while you ride him like a bronco bull, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

You froze in place when your eyes landed on him and, when he noticed you, you could see his jawline tighten – something he does when he’s nervous and avoidant.

“Shit,” you scream internally, quickly looking away in hopes that he would just walk right past you… and he did.

Why didn't he want to talk to you? Considering all you shared with one another and how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be, how did he find the audacity to just drop you like he did your panties that one night? Focus! He cannot get away with this.

You feel the rage you've had for months bubble up again and your face contorted into one of fury. "It's like that?" you babble to yourself before marching back to your locker room.

You’ll just have to show him what he’s been missing, then.

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꣑ৎ cm punk! teasing phil leads to some well deserved punishment.

contains black female reader, bimbo reader! quick whip, lowercase intended, insertion, dirty talk, piercings, degradation, filth, cum shot, cum eating, rough, orgasm denial, spitting, choking, spanking, slapping,minors don’t interact

bimbo reader! who stumbles into the house wedges clicking against the marble floor with a grin. eagerly calling for your boyfriend as you sit the assorted shopping bags down.

“phil!” you whined again smiling as the tattooed man stands before you. a white towel snug around his waist , hair dripping from the shower with a curious gleam in his eyes.

“look what I got.” you’re flipping up your denim skirt a glimpse of metal catches his attention. a surface piercing just above your clit. while your pretty tongue adorns a similar ring. phil believes he’s going crazy.

bimbo reader! whose face is buried between sanrio plushies. phil’s tattooed hands decorated in rings on either side of your round ass spanking harshly.

“stupid little whore letting some guy pierce you.” he rips your blue lace panties stuffing them in your mouth as his tip rubs against your creamy folds.

“who knows what you did for those piercings probably fucked him.” phil spits slamming his entire length inside of you. you know bad girls don’t get time to adjust.

you’re milking him ,thick thighs and ass slamming on his dick. the drool from your mouth staining the couch and ruining your panties still between your teeth.

he’s pulling at your extensions, strawberry lip gloss faded as he kisses you deeply shedding the panties from your mouth. a harsh bite to your bottom lip making you wince.

“you’re making me crazy women.” he grabs your neck arching your back further as you clench around him. the sounds of clapping and your slippery pussy has you in a haze.

bimbo reader! whose flipped around phil’s hands grasping at your love handles to bounce you on his dick.

“if you knew any better you wouldn’t dare cum.”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper words babbling but it’s no use. only increasing the rate you bounce your ass on his cock, the motion similar to water enticing him.

“shut the fuck up.” he’s stern fingers wrapping around to flick at your piercing. the cold metal and soreness jolting your senses. “you’re lucky I don’t rip it out.” your juices are coating his balls both thighs sticky in arousal as he ridicules you. dirty little girl.

you’re greedy. several approaching orgasms washed away as you try your best to be obedient. phil chuckling as he pulls both of your sensitive nipples twisting them wickedly. your pain being his enjoyment.

“unfair.” you whine out earning a slap to your cheek the tears brimming your hazel eyes. “what’s unfair is you being a stupid slut.” he’s pulling your head back again spitting in your mouth to which you swallow.

bimbo reader! whose on her knees mouth agape and tongue poked out eager for phil’s cum. “gonna coat that tongue ring.” he’s biting his lip staring down at your pretty face.

plump lips, ass propped up, and loose curls framing your brown skin sends him over the edge. he groans the profanities spilling as he strokes one last time lazily cumming in your mouth.

droplets of semen covering your ring while most splashes your cheek and eyebrows swallowing in earnest. he pulls you to your feet face covered in cum while he tugs at your swollen clit.

“now let this be a lesson the next time you fuck with me.”

[samijey]

a compilation of Jey Uso hitting Sami Zayn with the most powerful wrestling finisher - the hearteyes 😍