#wwe aesthetic

[enyasaints]

Noodle legs

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[von2dutch]

Been mugging since the beginning of time Chile

[usoinked]

😈 “Behind Closed Doors” 💙

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Summary: The tension between Jey Uso and Rhea Ripley is undeniable as they share a charged conversation backstage. Jey’s slow, deliberate teasing pulls Rhea in, but she’s not one to let him get too comfortable. Due to the unspoken desire between the two, they both step over the line and find themselves in a shower entanglement…

CW: Flirting/Explicit Tension, Mild Language, Power Dynamic, Sexual Undertones, Smut, 18+, MDNI

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The backstage area was filled with the low hum of the arena winding down after the night’s show. The sound of shoes tapping on concrete echoed softly through the halls as Rhea Ripley walked off the stage, adrenaline still pumping in her veins, but something felt different tonight. It wasn’t just the win—no, it was the charge in the air that had her senses tingling. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but she had a feeling she was about to find out.

As she turned a corner, she spotted him leaning against the wall—Jey Uso, as calm and collected as ever, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His chocolate brown eyes met her dark brown ones the moment she stepped into view, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Rhea,” Jey greeted, his voice deep and easy, laced with that quiet confidence that always seemed to come naturally to him. “You were fire out there tonight.” He had on a fresh blue YEET shirt along with his matching blue shades and bright white Nikes. And then the blue tips in his hair that matched it…and something about that crop top…it was a bit more high than usual she could’ve sworn.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a grin. “Cheers, Uso. You lookin’ for a fight, or you just here to give me compliments?” She let the Australian accent hang in her words, rolling the vowels, making it sound effortless, like second nature. The gold grills that hung over his bottom teeth while two of his top fangs were covered with gold was enough to keep her gaze fixated on him.

Jey let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before removing his shades. “Nah, I ain’t here to fight. I came to see what all that talk’s about. You wildin’ out there tonight, huh? Thought you was gonna run through that whole division.” Just keep talking, she seems like she’s starin’ anyway…but that smile along with her black lipstick contrasting with the white set of teeth she had underneath…damn.

Rhea smirked, taking a step closer to him. “Wouldn’t be the first time, yeah? You seen me do it before, Jey.”

Jey stood up from the wall, stepping into her space. His frame was broad, towering over her, but Rhea didn’t flinch. She matched his stance, their bodies mere inches apart. He looked down at her, his eyes softening for a moment before his signature grin returned.

“You know, I been watchin’ you for a while now,” Jey said, his voice dropping a few octaves, more serious. “Ain’t nobody work as hard as you do. But you know what? I been waitin’ for the right time to tell you somethin’.”

Rhea tilted her head slightly, curious but playing it cool. “What’s that?”

Jey didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped in closer, the heat of his body practically radiating off of him. He looked down at her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes. “You think you the only one who knows how to handle business, huh? You think you the only one who can run through this whole place like it’s nothin’? I see you out there, rippin’ people apart, but… I know what you need, Rhea.”

Rhea didn’t move, didn’t speak. She just stood there, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. His words lingered in the air, each syllable dripping with something more—something unsaid. Her heart skipped a beat, but she wasn’t about to let him think she was intimidated. Know what I need hm? Let’s see if he actually gets it right this time.

“Oh yeah?” she said, letting a bit of her Australian accent drawl through. “What do I need then, Uso? You gonna tell me?”

Jey leaned in closer now, so close that Rhea could feel his breath against her skin. “I think you already know, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice now dangerously low. “But you way too proud to admit it.”

Rhea’s pulse quickened, her breath hitching in her throat. She could feel the heat from his body, the overwhelming energy between them. He was right—she did feel something, but she wasn’t ready to let him see how much it was affecting her.

“I’m not too proud,” she replied, her voice steady, but there was a slight tremor she couldn’t hide. “I just don’t let anyone see what they wanna see.”

Jey’s eyes flickered, catching the shift in her tone. He took a half step back, watching her with that same intense look in his eyes, but now with something different—a challenge, an unspoken understanding.

“Oh, I see. You playin’ hard to get?” He grinned, his lips curling slightly. “I can work with that.”

Rhea’s lips parted for a moment, and she wanted to say something—anything to break the tension—but instead, she found herself frozen. There was a magnetic pull between them, an attraction she couldn’t deny. She felt his gaze move down to her lips again, his eyes lingering a little too long, and it made her heart race even faster.

Before she could speak, Jey stepped back again, as if he was giving her space to breathe—but it didn’t feel like space. It felt like a challenge.

“You know, Rhea,” Jey said, his voice low and steady, “I’ve been watchin’ you for a long time. I see the way you carry yourself, like you’re untouchable, like nobody can get through to you. But I know what it’s like to have to be on top of your game all the time. You don’t ever let your guard down, do you?”

Rhea shook her head slowly, her lips curling into a faint smile. “No. But you’re gettin’ real close, Uso.” She took a step closer to him, her voice almost a whisper now, teasing. “You wanna keep tryin’ to get under my skin?” The blush that hit his cheeks after that along with the way his expression changed…god this would’ve been enough to send the average person over the edge, thank god I was Rhea Bloody Ripley. There was nothing I couldn’t take….even him.

Jey’s expression shifted, his eyes darkening with something else, something that Rhea couldn’t ignore. “Oh, I love a challenge.”

They stood there, staring at each other, both of them breathing a little heavier than before. The unspoken words hung between them like a promise—like something waiting to break. Rhea’s chest tightened, her heart racing in her throat, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world outside of them had disappeared.

As the both of them stood in silence encapsulated by each other completely, they didn’t even realize that they both were leaning in. Instinctively Jey wrapped his hands around Rhea’s waist. God her tattoos, her eyes, the way she looked at him. Everything about this woman standing in front of him was nothing short of perfect.

Rhea thought the same thing about the tan skinned Samoan standing in front of her. His tribal tattoos were nothing short of art work, his mullet had been faded on the sides and it was wet as usual but looked so moisturized. The way his eyes glared with hunger and hers did the same. There was nothing but space and opportunity and she took it.

With a swift motion, her arms wrapped around Jey’s neck and she planted a soft but passionate kiss on his lips. That was all the motion Jey needed before he immediately returned it pulling her body closer to his as his tongue desperately made contact with Rhea’s lips asking her for permission. She of course provided it and it was a HEATED tongue battle. The fact that Jey didn’t have a match till next week, Rhea’s match already ended earlier tonight, AND no one was around meant that this could go for as long as the both of them wanted.

Her tongue ring collided with every inch of Jey’s mouth as a soft moan slipped from her lips due to how much fun this was. Jey was began to hunger for much more than this, so much so, that he even picked up Rhea without a second thought. Her legs instinctively wrapped around the man’s waist where she also felt Jey’s pants growing tighter and tighter between his legs. God he felt so huge already…but nothing Mami couldn’t take. 😈

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“Hngh! F-Fuck! A-ahhn-“ She moaned out loud before Jey’s hand covered her mouth for a small moment just before he shoved two of his fingers down her throat. Well let’s just say they were in his locker room in the bathroom. And Rhea Ripley was bent over, face against the hard white tiles of the wall, while Jey Uso was currently pounding her senseless from the back.

“Babygirl we gon’ get caught if you keep screaming like that.” He said before making another swift thrust into her that sent the woman’s eyes backwards. The sound of skin slapping and scent of sex filled the showers for a moment as the Jey felt Rhea’s body tremble against his cock. “That’s right, look at you trembling f’me” he said growled letting his other hand come crashing down on her ass loving the way her skin turned red before quickening the pace of his thrusts. Jey couldn’t help but feel how wet Rhea’s pussy got from him currently drilling a hole into it with his dick.

As Rhea let her mouth be explored with the man’s fingers she couldn’t help but do the one thing she knew that would send Jey to the fucking moon. Eye contact. If there’s one thing a man loved from Rhea, it was eye contact. But what made it even better is that she was currently a whimpering and moaning mess around that man’s fingers. Add onto the fact that never ending stare she had as she was being claimed by the man she had her eyes on for a while, could never NOT do something to him. She looked back at Jey once keeping her eyes fixated on the man himself but she also couldn’t help but notice the sweat dripping down his palm and down his chest as if he was glistening and had been basking in sunlight.

Jey must’ve noticed because the moment she did that he slowly took his fingers out of her mouth before positioning them over the woman’s clit beginning to massage the bud over and over again knowing full well she was sensitive due to her pussy currently being occupied with his dick. He wasted no time plunging himself deeper into her as he could feel her walls twitch and even tighten a bit the deeper he went.

“You gonna make eye contact with me? Huh Rhea? Keep it like that. Cuz I want to see your face when you cream all over this dick, you understand me? Huh? Let me hear you” he said before landing his hand on her ass harshly again. Her body was just as intoxicating as her stare, tattoos everywhere, her hair getting even messier by the minute from being against the wall, her breasts swinging back and forth freely with each thrusts and the sweat that lined her arms and chest made it even more mesmerizing.

The knot inside Rhea’s stomach was getting closer and closer to coming undone to the point where she could do nothing but let her legs helplessly tremble on their own. Instinctively she turned her body at an angle where one of her arms was onto the wall and the other ended up grabbing Jey by the neck. Jey must’ve taken the hint because he lifted one of legs over his shoulder further exposing Rhea’s shaved pussy.

“I c-can’t! I’m g-gonna c-cum, J-Jey!” She shouted as her breathing became more intense, the quickness of her stomach rising and falling was clear indication that her orgasm was just moments away. One quick flick of his finger on her clit one last time sent her over the edge completely as her entire body jolted her eyes getting even more cloudy by the second as she let out a loud strained moan and released all over Jey’s cock.

The look on her face and the jolting of her body made Jey’s cock twitch in desperation as he suddenly slammed into her a few more times with each thrust getting more and more sloppy before he released a loud moan himself due to spilling his seed inside of her completely.

Both of them rode out their highs with Jey being the one initiating a passionate make out session this time slowly pulling his hand away from her clit and began to trail it up her body over her breasts before twirling one of her buds in between his fingers causing Rhea to let out an gasp of pleasure before she gave Jey a death stare for a second.

Jey pulled away from the kiss chuckling knowing how sensitive she was. “Okay okay, boo. You alright?” He said making sure to slowly pull out of her even though a very soft pop was heard as Rhea let out a soft moan.

“I’m…fine. That was fun, Uso,” Rhea said letting out a sigh before replacing it with a grin, as she put her leg down and stood up before turning the shower tap on warm. She finally caught her breath, although all she could think about was the fact that she just got railed by a man she was begging to super kick her a few months ago. I guess time really does fly. Her eyes locked with Jey’s, and she could see the same satisfaction in his gaze. “Maybe we can do this again sometime” she suggested letting that sly smirk formulate on her lips once more.

“You’n even gotta to ask me Rhea, you know I’ll never say no to you” he said before planting a soft kiss on her forehead before excusing himself and grabbing two towels and a wash cloth for the both of them before handing one of the cloths to Rhea as they both enjoyed the rest of each other’s company with a nice shower to sooth both their bodies.

The End 😈💙

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Note: I haven’t written smut in a WHILE literally so bear with me 😭 (I also went for it cuz I didn’t wanna edge y’all…and myself 😗)

[xxxhbkxxx]

This man was just different 😍

[sistertonin]

seth rollins and bianca belair are so bratz doll coded

[jeffhardyjams]

"Painted Passion at Night” ✩

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 8.0k +) SMUT 21+

Description: A young Y/N wins a match with Lita against Trish Stratus & Victoria. After the match, they celebrate at Jeff’s place with tequila sunrises. The night slowly turns into a night of romance and creativity in Jeff's painting room. What will happen next?

Your heart raced as the spotlights blazed down upon the squared circle. The roar of the crowd washed over your body, a pattern of anticipation and excitement. Your grip tightened around the ropes, the smell of sweat and leather a familiar scent that brought comfort amidst the chaos. Standing across from you was the formidable Victoria, her eyes narrowed and focused, a stark contrast to your own playful smirk. The crowd was a sea of signs and flashing camera bulbs, a kaleidoscope of colors that blurred into a wall of white noise.

Lita, your partner for the night, gave a reassuring pat on the back before hopping over the ropes. She was a force of nature in the ring, a whirlwind of fire and passion that could only be matched by the electricity that crackled in the air between you and Jeff. But tonight, the four of them were more than just wrestlers; they were a team, a band of misfits who had found refuge in the world of the WWF.

The bell rang out, sharp and clear, echoing through the arena like a gunshot. Lita and Victoria locked up, their muscles straining as they tested each other's strength. Your eyes flicked to the corner where Jeff was pacing, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He flashed you a thumbs up, and your stomach flipped. It was your turn to enter the fray, to prove that you belonged in this world.

The match was a blur of action and strategy, each move executed with precision and flair. Your heart pounded in your chest as you climbed the turnbuckle, the cool metal biting into your skin. With a deep breath, you leapt, streaking towards Trish Stratus. The moonsault was your signature move, a moment of weightlessness followed by the crunch of impact. The crowd erupted as you pinned Trish, and the referee's hand slapped the mat three times. 1..2..3!

Backstage, the adrenaline still pumped through your veins as Jeff wrapped you in a congratulatory embrace. "You were good out there," he murmured in your ear, his breath warm and his grip firm. "We should celebrate." His eyes sparkled with mischief, and you felt a thrill run down your spine. "Come over to my place. I've got a pool, and I know how to mix a mean tequila sunrise." His country accent peaking.

Your cheeky grin grew wider. "Shit, count me in," you said, exchanging a knowing look with Lita. "But only if we can wear our PJs." Jeff chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "You got it," he agreed. "Casa de Hardy, 8 PM."

You and Lita retreated to her place to get ready, the excitement of the victory still buzzing in the air. The apartment was a reflection of Lita's vibrant personality, with neon posters and a rack of outfits that could rival a WWE wardrobe department. The two of them rummaged through Lita's clothes, picking out the skimpiest and most comfortable options. You chose a pair of cheetah-print fishnets and a black crop top, feeling the soft fabric slide over your tanned skin. Lita tossed you a pair of pajama skull shorts. "Perfect," you said, catching them mid-air with a laugh.

The drive to Jeff's place was filled with laughter and gossip, the warmth of their friendship palpable. The GPS guided them to a sprawling mansion, surrounded by lush palm trees and a glowing pool that looked like a slice of paradise. "Holy shit," you murmured. "This place is insane."

Matt answered the door, his smile wide and welcoming. "Hey, gorgeous," he greeted Lita, giving her a peck on the cheek. His eyes traveled to you and he winked. "And you look... interesting," he said, taking in your unique fashion choice. Jeff appeared, bare-chested with board shorts and a towel slung over his shoulder. His eyes darkened as they swept over your figure, and the heat in the room spiked. "Tequila sunrises are on me tonight, ladies," he said, gesturing for them to come in.

The living room was a blast from the past, with cheetah-print couches and a giant TV playing a wrestling match from the 2000s. The walls were lined with gold records and wrestling memorabilia. Jeff's place screamed rockstar charm, a place where the party never stopped and the stories never ended. "This is wild," you murmured, taking in the vintage decor.

You grabbed the bottle of tequila from the counter and began mixing the drinks, the clinking of ice and the sweet scent of orange juice filling the air. Jeff hovered nearby, his presence a magnetic force. "So, what's the deal with you and Matt?" You asked Lita casually, pouring a generous amount of tequila into the glasses.

Lita rolled her eyes. "It's complicated. But let's not talk about that tonight. Tonight is about celebrating."

Jeff's gaze never left your hands as you worked, and you felt his eyes on your every move. "To new beginnings," you toasted, handing everyone a drink. They clinked their glasses together, and the sound was like the opening bell of a new chapter in their friendship.

The night grew lazier as they sipped their drinks and shared stories, their laughter bouncing off the walls. Jeff's eyes held a glint of something more than friendship when he looked at you, and the tension grew thick. "Alright, who's ready to hit the fucking pool?" Lita exclaimed, breaking the silence. The group headed outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the house.

The pool was lit with colorful lights, casting a serene glow across the water. They all peeled off their clothes, revealing their swimsuits beneath. Jeff's eyes lingered on your red bikini, and his smirk grew. "Nice choice," he said, his voice low and teasing.

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes. "What can I say? I like to make an entrance." The three of them dove into the cool water, the sound of their splashes echoing through the night. Hours passed and the night started to come to an end.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” Lita said as she hopped out the pool. “Yeah, I’m heading to bed.” Matt followed. As Lita and Matt grabbed towels and headed inside, Jeff's hand found its way to your waist under the water, his thumb tracing circles that sent shivers down your spine. "You know, I've got an idea," he said, his voice a seductive purr in your ear. "Why don't we paint?"

You looked over at him, his blonde hair now wet and sticking to his face, giving him a boyish charm that was utterly irresistible. "Paint?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've got a whole room set up for it," he explained, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's like therapy for me, you know? Helps me relax after a match."

Intrigued, you nodded. "Yeah, of course."

They climbed out of the pool, the water dripping from their bodies, and Jeff led the way to the art room. It was a sanctuary of creativity, with canvases and easels scattered around, paint tubes and brushes lined up neatly on a table. The walls were adorned with some of Jeff's own work, a mix of vibrant colors and bold strokes that reflected the chaotic beauty of their world. The floor was covered with a plastic tarp, and Jeff tossed you a towel. "You might not want to wear those fishnets." he said with a grin. "They might get in the way."

You couldn't help but laugh as you peeled the wet material off, feeling the cool air kiss your skin. Jeff handed you a fresh set of clothes, a knowing look in his eyes as he took in the sight of your bare body. "I've got an extra pair of shorts and a tank," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You slipped into the clothes, the soft fabric clinging to your curves. "Thanks Jeff" you murmured, the room suddenly feeling much smaller with just the two of them in it.

The music started, a classic song. “Enjoy the silence” - Depeche Mode starts to play and it seemed to pulsate through the walls. Jeff handed you a brush and a palette of glow-in-the-dark paint. "Let's make something like futuristic or retro shit," he said, his voice barely audible over the music.

The strokes on the canvas grew more intense as the night progressed, the paint a dance of light between their fingertips. Jeff's touch grew bolder, his hand brushing against you, leaving trails of color on your skin. "You're pretty good at this," you said, trying to keep the conversation light, but the flirty undertone was unmistakable.

Jeff leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. "You're pretty good at making me want to do things I shouldn't," he murmured, his hand sliding down to your hip.

The paintbrushes fell to the floor, forgotten as Jeff's hands found your waist and pulled you into him. His lips met you in a fiery kiss, the taste of tequila and lust mingling together. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them and the electricity that crackled between them.

The kiss grew deeper, Jeff's tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands roamed up your body, pulling you closer, the wet fabric of the tank clinging to your skin. The glow-in-the-dark paint smudged between them, creating a canvas of their own. You felt alive, a wildfire burning in your chest that could only be quenched by Jeff's touch.

Without breaking the kiss, Jeff led you to the couch, the plush cushions sinking under their weight. He peeled off the tank, revealing your bare chest. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his fingers tracing the patterns of the paint on your skin. The glow from the paint highlighted the contours of your body, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

You responded with a needy whine, arching into his touch. Jeff's hands moved to untie your fishnets, the fabric slipping away to reveal your toned legs. He kissed along your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire wherever his lips touched. You moaned, the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin sending shivers down your spine. The room was a symphony of their gasps and the rhythmic beat of their hearts.

The music played on, the lyrics of the rock anthem becoming a backdrop to the more primal rhythms of their passion. Jeff's kisses grew more urgent, his hands moving to unbutton your shorts. The fabric was a mere whisper against your skin as it slid down your hips, pooling around your ankles. The anticipation was agonizing, a sweet torture that only served to fan the flames your desire.

The moment Jeff's hands found your bare skin, you lost all sense of time. The world outside the art room ceased to exist. There was only Jeff, his touch, his taste, his scent. He pushed you down onto the couch, his body hovering over you The glow-in-the-dark paint smudged and mixed, creating an abstract masterpiece on the canvas of their entwined limbs. You reached up to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. The heat between them was a living, breathing entity, consuming everything in its path.

Jeff's hands moved to the waistband your panties, his thumbs hooking under the elastic. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, a delicious pressure that made you ache. You lifted your hips, eager for him to remove the final barrier. With a quick tug, the fabric was gone, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry gaze. He groaned, the sound raw and animalistic. "God, I want you," he breathed, his eyes never leaving your own.

You reached up to unbutton his board shorts, the zipper whispering open. His erection sprang free, the tip glistening with anticipation. Jeff's hand was shaking slightly as he guided your hand to him, the warmth of his skin against your palm sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking gently, feeling him grow harder with every pass.

The air was thick with desire, the only sound the heavy panting of their breaths and the distant throb of the music. Jeff leaned back, grabbing a handful of glow-in-the-dark paint, and painted a line from your navel to the apex of your thighs. The paint was cold, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. "Look at what you do to me," he said, his voice hoarse.

You bit your bottom lip, watching as Jeff's finger followed the path of the paint, teasing your most sensitive spot. The sensation was exquisite, the coolness of the paint mixing with the heat of his touch. "I want to taste it," you murmured, licking your lips. Jeff's eyes darkened, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I think we can arrange that," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

He leaned down, his tongue tracing the line of paint, the warmth of his mouth sending bolts of pleasure through your body. You moaned, arching into him, the sensation of his tongue on your skin making your toes curl. The paint was forgotten as Jeff mouth moved lower, his kisses turning into nips and licks that had you writhing in pleasure. He knew exactly where to touch you, how to make you feel like the center of the universe

.

The music grew louder, the bass line pounding in time with your racing heart. Jeff's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body, leaving no stone unturned. You felt like a canvas, painted with his desire, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. You reached down to grip his hair, pulling him closer, your hips bucking against his mouth. The world narrowed down to this moment, the taste of paint on his tongue and the feel of your body beneath his touch.

When Jeff finally slid into you, it was with a groan that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. You looked up at him, his body a blur of color and light from the glow of the paint. His eyes locked with your own, a silent promise of passion and intensity. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to move faster, harder.

Their movements became a symphony of flesh and color, the paint smearing and mixing as they became lost in each other. Jeff's teeth grazed your neck, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. "You're so fucking perfect," he grunted, his hips pistoning into you. You threw your head back, the room spinning in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter, until it snapped. You felt the wave of pleasure crash over you, the world going white hot. Jeff's grip on your hips tightened, his own release following close behind. They collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily, the paint on their bodies glowing faintly in the dim light.

For a moment, there was silence, the only sound their ragged breaths and the distant echo of the music. Then, Jeff leaned down, capturing your mouth in a gentle kiss, the taste of paint and sweat mingling between them. "I-," he murmured against your lips, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long."

You couldn't find the words to respond, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through your body. So you kissed him back, a silent agreement that tonight had been more than just a celebration. It had been the beginning of something new, something raw and beautiful, something that neither of them could have predicted.

They lay there for a while, the art room forgotten, the paint drying on their skin. The world outside the mansion didn't exist. There was only Jeff and you tangled together on the couch, their hearts beating in sync. And as the night grew darker, the glow of the paint fading into the shadows, they both knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The lines between friendship and desire had been blurred, and there was no going back.

[ authors note ; i hope you guys enjoyed this imagineee 🫶🏼 please request any ideas you have in mind or scenarios!! i also OWN that gif and created it so please give credit if you use!! ** ]

[rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims]

I think she deserves better. If she needs a shoulder to cry on, holla at your Uce. You know what I'm saying?

WWE + Ships

Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley aka Jhea

[rainmacaroni]

The Purgatory Sigils +

Dean's family don't end in blood speech to Crowley =

Rhea's SPN tattoo ~

[l-14m]

Might delete!

[yakihair]

Trish Stratus on the August 23rd, 2004 edition of Monday Night Raw.

[trashyy2kgurll]

D!VA$ ✧.*

[von2dutch]

Sugar Baby | Jey Uso

Synopsis: Sex is not a big deal. ...You can have a no-strings-attached arrangement with someone you don’t care about.

Pairing: Jey uso X Black Fem reader | word count: 3.1k | warning: smut, toxic behavior , protected sex | 18+ ONLY

A/N This is my first time writing on here so bear with me I’m new to learning the app I hope you all enjoy it it’s also my first time writing a Jey uso fanfic so please go easy on me. A few writers inspired me to want to write about him I’m not sure if they want to be tagged I don’t want to seem disrespectful but if they do I’ll gladly @ them!

Series master list

Lastly , Enjoy

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Dakota groaned in discomfort, "Ugh, jeez, I'm so sore, I can barely stand..." Jasmine chuckled in agreement, "Haha, I know right? I didn't expect that workout to be so intense.

“Me neither, my whole body is killing me right now…girl remind me to never come to the gym with your ass!” Dakota Murmured in a low breathing trying to regain her breath, her hands kneeled down on her knees taking each breath one at a time. Before standing tall grabbing her water to follow jasmine lead to the front desk.

“girl please all that ass you got you should want to be in shape for your old man sugar daddy.”

Dakota stopped in her tracks staring a hole into her best friend of 6 years in the head, with a mug plastered over her face she spoke again “Omg for the last time that man isn’t that old and he ain’t my sugar daddy!”

Jasmine looked back pursuing her lips together looking at her best friend like she was dumb “whatever you say ms.like em’ old.”

“But ion blame you because last time you came to me with your wig completely fucked up after seeing him, fuck he got super dick?”

Dakota chuckled at her best friends antics seemingly use to it but without jasmine in her life she wouldn’t have any entertainment without her silly jokes.

“No he just knows how to work this thang!” Dakota laughed before sticking her tongue out as the two walked up to the front desk.

While Dakota was focused on making another week ahead for the gym next week, Jasmine eyes were stuck on whoever just walked into the gym.

Jasmine Nuged Dakota shoulder before she turned around with a mug irritated already by her bothering her with Dakota already being tired and trained from an intense workout the two just had “Ain’t that your boy or should I say ol’ man.”

Dakota knitted her eyebrows together in confusion and also curiosity as she turned her body and attention to wherever jasmine focused was and there he was.

Jey Uso

In the flesh there he was looking ever so good , his presence so commanding and charismatic that she couldn't help but admire him with his twin brother Jimmy and a little behind them was their younger brother solo, walking. As they approached a group of men, it looked as if they beckoned them over with friendly gestures.

As Dakota glanced over at Joshua, she couldn't help but take notice of his impressive attire. He was sporting a pair of blue Nike shorts that hugged his body in all the right places, along with black Nike socks that were neatly tucked into his white gym shoes. On his head, he wore a fitted black bloodline hat, which was turned backwards and allowed his mullet to peek through the back. The red tips of his hair added a touch of boldness to his overall look, which suited him perfectly. As he stood there with his bare chest on display, his chiseled abs were impossible to miss. Tribal tattoos adorned his arms and chest, with two more visible on his back. All in all, Joshua's appearance was a sight to behold.

She watched as he greeted the three men before grasping both hands onto a pull up bar his palms facing away from him lifting his entire body going up and down up and down as she watched closely.

She couldn’t help but to stare at his bare back moving ever so smoothly, he hung his body up back and forth downwards she got a flashback from their last meet up two months ago which made her bite her lip titling her head slightly watching as he kept going.

Flashback

“Move yo hand this what you wanted right?” Jey responded to Dakota as she pleaded for him to slow down she tried to push him back away from her as he dicked her down so deep she could Hardly breathe.

she burried her head into the white colored sheets of the hotel room she couldn’t help but cry tears of joy but also pain as his strokes got deeper and deeper from behind “Jeyyyy…b-baby slow down…ugh.”

“Nah you talked all that shit on the phone, I wanna see you take all this dick don’t run from it.”

“Ion even know why you like to play with me princess, you know I’ll fly yo’ ass out to fuck you up.” Joshua spoke with Venom in his voice as his chest heaved up and down, chest beaming with sweat. he pushed a hand down on her neck to pin her down further her ass purked up nicely in his view.

It all started with Dakota missing him which resulted in her being a bitch towards Jey, calling him out his name as far as a “bitch” because he hadn’t been paying her no attention at all the past few weeks. She knew he had a tight schedule as a professional wrestler which has his undefined attention at all times but she also wanted his attention as well even with her just being a sugar baby known as a woman he just used for sex and entertainment when he wanted it.

Now here she was ass up face down and burried into the white sheets of his hotel room as he fucked her viciously from behind pining her down to the bed so she couldn’t run with no where to go. He wanted her to feel all of him from anger slightly misplaced with lust.

“Nah baby use this dick and fuck me back , daddy ain’t going no where.”

Dakota did as told throwing her ass back on him but with much more force while she occupied her fingers underneath her playing with herself. She felt so much pressure and pain all in one her feet became hot with them curled up as he went deeper with each stroke he took.

Taking her breath away literally.

“Mhm you taking this dick like a good girl huh?” Jey rasped slamming into her making Dakota let out a loud moan.

She could feel her body become hot as she felt a knot in her stomach indicating she was about to cum.

“shit!” She cursed under her breath, Jey thrusting into her wet gushy insides.

Joshua watched his dick slide in and out Dakota’s hole, her white creams painting his beautiful Carmel dick, his balls slapping against her clit with every hard thrust he took.

Dakota let out beautiful whimpers, her ass and titties jiggling with the rhythm of Jey’s hard strokes.

Jey grabbed Dakota’s hair, wrapping it around his fist as he thrusted into her harder.

Josh pulled on her hair, forcing her head up as she looked at herself through a the mirror which was in the corner of the room. Her make up smeared with tears , hair all over the place she knew she would need a redo on her hair when she got back home to Atlanta. Her mouth agape as she let out loud moans which couldn’t be heard outside of the hotel room from how thick and sound proof the walls were.

“Uh huh, daddy deep in his pussy ain’t he?” he questioned panting, his tattooed chest heaving up and down.

when Dakota didn’t answer Jey yanked her hair making Dakota let out a loud moan.

“shit! Y-yes daddy it’s fucking deep!” she cried out as tears cascaded her pretty Carmel cheeks.

Jey smiled deviously at her through the mirror, sliver jeweled grills peaking through. feeling her walls clench around him he groaned. he sent a hard snack to Dakota’s ass, “you throwing that ass back like a big girl , baby? You gon’ keep taking this dick like one too.”

Dakota did as told, her taking control again as she bounced back and forth on his length, Joshua bit his lip watching his dick disappear into her whole every time.

The one thing he missed the most was her ass jiggling from behind as he buried his dick deep inside her, her smooth toned back arched ever so slight but at the moment her chest laid flat on the bed while he continued his torture.

“fuck!” Dakota moaned with her face planted in the bed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she continued rocking her body.

“Un huh, Baby take this dick.”

“you gotta cum, ma?” Jey questioned, grunting afterwards.

“yes!” Dakota whined reaching her hand underneath her and rubbing at her clit once more, her legs trembling outrageously.

Jey bit his lip harshly, blood drawing as he groaned at the metallic taste.

“gon head Dakota .” He rasped, on cue Dakota and Joshua reached their limits. Her white creams painted all over his dick, her juices squirted out of her and onto Jey’s lower stomach.

Flashback over

“Dakota!” Jasmine's voice echoed through Dakota’s empty ears as she called out to her best friend Dakota, who seemed lost in thought. "Dakota! Dakota, Dakota?!!" she repeated, her tone growing more urgent and annoyed with each call. She wondered what could be occupying Dakota's mind so much that she didn't even hear her friend's voice.

Then it hit her. Jey he was who had her so snapped out of it she watched her best friend bite her lip in daze a, watching him do repeated pull ups.

Finally After staring into the distance for a while, Dakota was brought back to reality when she heard someone calling her name. With a confused look on her face, she looked up and stuttered, "H-huh, what did you say, Jas?"

“I said there go ya’ boy and there he is right now making his way over.” Jasmine said as he indeed was making his way over to them while Dakota mouth hung low she tried her to best to maintain herself. She often felt nervous around Josh and she herself didn’t know why because she wasn’t a shy woman but with him? He had her shy like a school girl.

“Wassup jasmine.” Jey greeted Jasmine with a friendly head nod and a warm smile, before turning his attention to Dakota. With a mischievous grin and a wink “and hey pretty mama.”

With a mischievous grin, he knew exactly what to say to make her radiant smile light up the room. As he gazed at her, he couldn't help but notice the intricate details of her gym outfit, appreciating the way it hugged her curves and highlighted her strong physique.

She wore Black gymshark vital seamless neck sports bra with vital seamless black shorts that hugged her body waist down ever so gently which showed her ass out more flaw. Her breast glazed with sweat as it stucked together almost peeling out of the sports bra her nipples hard as ever from how cold the gym was. Accompanied with white socks and grey gym shoes.

She looked damn good.

“Hey Josh.” She smiled dimples ever so deep into her skin that her pearly white teeth showed all of her teeth from how big she smiled. Gushing with butterflies in her stomach if she was any lighter you could see how red her face was from blushing.

“Hey Josh.” Jasmine mumbled mimicking her with an eye roll immensely laughing at how shy her best friend was. In 27 years of knowing her she never saw her best friend so shy she was always a Fierce Woman, very outspoken. So to see her like this so gushed over this man was surprising and undoubtedly hilarious.

“Shut up.” Dakota mumbled gritting through her teeth while she tried to keep a smile on her face.

To break the awkward silence Josh spoke “Uhh so you leaving?”

“Oh yeah me and jasmine are finished for the day and go grab some food then head home and shower. I see you’re with your brother.”

“Yeah he wanted to come to the gym before the big night Monday.”

“Well it was nice seeing yo— nah we ain’t gon end it like that ma gimme me a hug uce.” Josh insisted opening his arms for a hug she embraced him her hands rubbing against his bare back.

His entire body felt so soft and warm along with his significant cologne he always wore that drove her crazy with how good he smelled.

Josh hands snaked down to her ass grabbing it gently with a soft smack before leaving a wet kiss on her neck before whispering. “You might wanna cover that up uce.” He chuckled at her eyes bucking at the embarrassment she felt when she realized he was referring to the hickey on her neck that her gave her last month.

Gasping she quickly covered it with her hand before grabbing Jasmines hand leading her out the door “Bye Josh!”

“Girllll that man got you whipped huh!” Jasmine joked laughing at how school girl he had Dakota before unlocking the doors to her Mercedes Benz truck both hopping in.

“Whatever.”

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“Bye Josh.” Dakota chuckled at a TikTok he sent her via message, before hearting it smiling ear from ear. It was a TikTok of a man buying his girlfriend chicken wings when she asked for wings as in pads for her menstrual cycle but he got her wingstop with jey replying with a “Gon be me when you come back over my house, yeet!”

“Oh you in love.” Jasmine affirmed looking at her best friend blush at her phone something she did their whole lunch.

“I am not!”

“Is too!”

Dakota fixed her posture in her seat now facing jasmine directly placing her phone face down on the table giving her undefined attention “and what makes you possible think that?”

“Hmm well for starters the man bough you a mirror vanity with a Chanel purse and a basket of fruit all because you said you wanted to show yourself this year and do beauty content for social media.”

“Then he buys you roses every month even if he misses a few days he buys dozens for each day he missed along with a stack of money, he as well spoils you with gifts, paid for you to go to talum for your birthday, bought you a ring and also rented out a mall for the both of you so you could shop dedicating the whole day to you with a massage, paid for your hair , nails, AND makes sure you eat paying for every meal plus he took you on how many dates?”

“Shall I go on?”

Dakota sat there taking in everything her best friend was saying with nothing to deflect with, she was right Joshua did all those things without her having to asking for anything he just did it because whatever he saw that he thought would look good on her or what made her smile the biggest he got it.

“Then you cook for him everytime he’s in town for his Monday night raw and smack down shows in Atl kota.” Jasmine stated pursing her lips together while she waited for a response. Dakota sat there with a dumbfounded expression.

Thats when realization sat in she realized she was in love, he did so many things for her that she never had done before not even in past relationship. He was there for her in so many ways than just sex, he was there emotionally, physically , and mentally. He cared deeply for Dakota as much as she cared for him. They’ve Had deep conversations about life and marriage something neither ever done with anyone they connected on a deeper level than Just sex he was there for her when she lost her mother a few months back and ever since then he never left her side he was always there.

Despite his best efforts to hide it, Joshua was undeniably smitten with Dakota. Though he was a more mature and experienced man, he couldn't help but pour his heart out to her, showering her with a level of affection she had never before experienced in her life. His love for her was pure and genuine, and she could sense it in every little thing he did.

Despite her best efforts to be difficult and toxic, he always handled her with care and honesty. He was the type of man who never played games, especially when it came to business. He led with authority, yet he had a soft and gentle side. He was dominant without being aggressive but real smooth but you knew he ran shit. His charismatic and funny personality, his loving nature, and his hardworking aura made her focus on him completely. Whenever she was around him, she felt safe and comfortable, knowing that he would always be there to protect and support her.

In past relationships Dakota had never felt safe nor comfortable with men but with Josh it all felt so natural.

The two meet at a bar in Pensacola , Florida where Dakota was in town visiting a client of hers for styling. She was a celebrity stylist, she loved fashion and always dreamed of being a fashion designer or stylist. While she sat at the bar alone josh couldn’t help but stare at the young women, her soft brown legs shined with baby oil along with a black dress that hugged her body so tightly and well , a face a man would die for but he thought her face was better to nut on in his dirty mind.

He walked up to her with a few smooth and flirtatious words which pulled her in instantly jey was always smooth with the ladies. A ladies man of course. With that he prospered to her a deal that he spoiled her of course as well as have sex with her but no string attached as well kinda friends with benefits or a sugar daddy which he wouldn’t call it more so tricking with sex alongside.

Jey was 32 years old and Dakota was four years younger than him at 27. Despite the age difference, the two were still deeply attracted to each other. However, when Dakota was first presented with the proposal that she didn't quite understand or want to accept, she hesitated. The idea of doing something like that was foreign to her, but a little voice in her head, which she recognized as Jasmine's, urged her to "get that money, bitch!" Despite already having her own source of income, Dakota eventually agreed to the proposal.

Starting from the summer of July 2022, the two individuals became inseparable. Their bond grew stronger as they spent time together, and before they knew it, January 2023 had arrived, marking the beginning of a new year that they brought in together. Despite the initial plan to spend only three months together, Josh kept extending their time together, much to the surprise of his companion. She found it odd that he was reluctant to part ways and kept prolonging their time together, but she couldn't help but wonder why.

Was he also in love?

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All I really want to say my darling

Today is a special day we call our own

So take me in your arms and hold me

And tell me you love me

And I'll be there for you

The soft lyrics of Tony! Toni! Tone! Played throughout Dakotas high rise apartment while she finished up on the last touch’s of the cornbread. Dakota was cooking baked macaroni, yams, collard greens, fire chicken with a side of duffeled eggs.

A loud thud on the counter went off as her phone ding with a text message from Jey.

iMessage

Yeet master jey!❤️

I’m here come open the door lady uce!

After meticulously washing her hands, she swiftly dried them off to ensure there were no traces of germs left on her skin. As she reached the door, she saw Josh standing outside, holding a beautiful bouquet of roses in his left hand. A wide smile appeared on her face as she approached him, and he opened his arms, inviting her in for a warm embrace. "Jey, I missed you!" she exclaimed before jumping into his arms. He caught her effortlessly with just one arm, and the two of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, filled with joy and happiness as they held each other tightly.

“I missed you too ko.” Dakota heart warmed at the small nickname he gave her.

“Aww are these for me?” She smiled widely taking the rose from jey she walked towards the kitchen sitting them on the counter. “Of course gotta get my princess something.”

Cheesing to herself she inquired him with a question “Mmhm when were you going to tell me you was in town?”

“Well I was tryna surprise you but I saw you all at the gym looking gorgeous.” He stated wrapping his arms around Dakota from behind he moved her hair out her face leaving a few wet on her neck she responded with a low moan.

“Unt unt let me finish cooking Josh.” She chuckled at his antics of trying to seduce her but she had other plans in mind.

Stepping back with his hands in surrender he spoke “alright alright but how you been? You’ve been eating?” He caressed her cheek staring into her brown hazel nut eyes. “Yes jey I have.”

“You better.” He pecked her lips a few times before moving back looking over her admiring her body.

Dakota has fell into small depression she thought maybe she was too big and wanted to be slimmer so she stopped eating to lose weight and also in the gym but Jey put a stop to that immediately because she was perfect the way she was and she wouldn’t want her any other way.

“I missed you.” Jey spoke with their soft eyes looking directly At Dakota.

“I missed you more.” She responded softly turning her body to face him.

“Missed you so much girl.” He embraced her into a hug, hugging tight as he wrapped his legs around her like spider man hanging his feet in the cabinet while she laughed at his goofy self “It’s all you girl!”

“All you girl!”

“Omg Joshua what is wrong with you.” Dakota laughed once more her stomach hurting from much she laughed her cheeks sore a bit from how hard she smiled. She was in love.

Letting her go he left a few kisses all over her face till she laughed Again before asking her something “So umm…I got a show tomorrow and I want you come.” He asked shyly as if it was the first time he ever took her one of his shows to watch him to wrestle.

“Of course! I’d love to watch you beat some ass.” She smiled punching at his chest playfully.

“Good cause Jimmy been asking about you “where koko?”josh mimicked his twin brother Jonathan earring a small laugh from Dakota.

“Aww my good ol’ friend can’t wait to see him tomorrow.”

“Plus tomorrow is raw XXX tomorrow you know it’s gon be lit.” Smiles thinking about what was in store tomorrow for the fans which included the bloodline with Sami Zayn.

“Oh tell your little girlfriend stop messaging me I’ll hate to beat a bitch.” Dakota scolded Josh rolling her eyes.

Who?

“You know who”

As jey stood there in thought as if he was dumb he then realized who she was talking about “oh Chanel?” He said still acting clueless.

“Who the fuck else Joshua!” She raised her voice slightly removing his arms from around her.

Chanel was an old mistress of Jeys and he broke things off with her two months in but she couldn’t take him leaving her due to the contract ending so she stalked him and was a bitch to every new woman he used for sex and entertainment which was Dakota. It all started in September when Josh and Dakota where out at a restaurant having a few drinks and dinner when Chanel popped up on the two “Oh so this why you’ve been ignoring for this new bitch?!” Channel shouted in the restaurant cashing a scene.

Which escalated in her and Dakota having a back and forth because in all Dakota wasn’t fighting over no man especially not jey no matter how charming he was she wasn’t but the disrespect she took from Chanel wasn’t going to keep happening.

“Look I told you she ain’t my girl and plus ima handle it.” Jey reassured Dakota waving her off.

“You better because I’ll hate to gut a bitch eyes out. Keep fucking with m— What I say?” He cut her off glaring at her with dominance.

“Okay I heard you.” She pouted “but you better handle it cause I don’t have time.” She sighed wrapping her arms around her chest.

Pulling her into an embrace he wrapped his arms around her body rubbing up and down her sides soft and smoothly. “I said I got Dakota don’t worry okay?”

“Okay.”

For a while there was some silence the only thing that could be heard was the music being played from her speaker that was a till she broke the silence with a question “can I ask you something?”

“Yeah , go ahead.”

Dakota started to think back on what Jasmine said was she in love with Josh? Was he in love with her? The question lingered in her mind so much she needed to to know. Even with them not supposed to falling eachother because of the agreement of no strings attached she couldn’t help but fall for him.

“Do your ever….think maybe we could be a couple?” She questioned with pleading eyes but also wanting honesty with anything he threw at her.

Jey thought long and hard for a min before giving her an answer “Honestly no, I mean you’re a gorgeous and talented woman but Dakota we both know this isn’t what we agreed to no strings attached and after a divorce I went through a year ago I ain’t ready for another relationship.”

“You’re just another one of my clients.”

Everything hit her deep in the heart like someone stabbed after hearing those words everything shattered for her. What was she thinking? She didn’t know she even thought he would ever slow down things for her just because he had sex with her but she had hoped

Maybe she wasn’t in love.

To be continued.

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“Blood in the Water”

“You think Solo kicked me out? Nah, I staged that man. I let Solo kick me out. You know what I’ve been doing while you thought I was gone? I’ve been building my own bloodline—Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa. That’s my Bloodline now, bruh.”

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Ouuu my first post on here (aye be nice) and it involves some angst😍 cuz ya know, we love that over here.

CW: Angst, Abandonment Issues

Enjoy :) 🩸

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The arena was electric, buzzing with the tension of a thousand voices, each holding its breath. Roman Reigns stood tall in the middle of the ring, Jey and Sami by his side, eyes locked on Jey and Sami across from him. The night was supposed to be about celebration, about solidifying his reign. But something was off. Everyone came out to their own individual entrance, which wasn’t too weird but the only person that wasn’t out here…was Jimmy. But just as Roman was about to realize..

Through the curtains, Jimmy Uso’s music hit causing the crowd to roar as it happened, expecting him to join Roman, Jey, and Sami in the ring to celebrate their hard-fought victory at Survivor Series. He strutted out, the usual cocky grin plastered on his face, like everything was back to normal.

As a grinned instantly became plastered across Jey’s face seeing his brother, something wasn’t…right. It’s like his stomach completely turned and he didn’t understand why because he and his brother had just had drinks the night before talking and celebrating. Even earlier, the two of them played around like they use to when they were younger before the show started. Him and his twin had always had twin telepathy and tonight was no different, except for the fact that this feeling felt similar to Summerslam 2023 all over again. He didn’t wanna believe it because while he still didn’t trust Jimmy fully, he definitely didn’t want that feeling back. But it was like the air suddenly got colder the him when Jimmy came out.

As Jimmy entered the ring he hugged his brother, Roman and even dapped up Sami. So why was this feeling so strong inside of Jey? Jimmy raised the mic, playing it up for the crowd. “Aye, we did it! We just proved that the Bloodline runs this business, baby! Ain’t nobody messin’ with us!” The cheers echoed as Jimmy smiled and Roman, Sami, and even Jey nodded their heads in agreement. A brief pause occurred as Jimmy took in the cheers from the audience.

But once that was over, Jimmy’s expression slowly shifted—his smile faded, replaced by something darker, colder. “But lemme tell y’all somethin’—you all think this was Roman’s doing?” His voice dropped, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Nah. Nah, this was my plan.” He said as he slowly turned to Roman.

That’s where the feeling came from. It was the same face he made at Summerslam of 2023. But this wasn’t the same Jimmy he had fussed with either. Jey’s face completely shifted in confusion because he did not wanna go through this feeling again, but it was too late. It was already here.

“I’ve been runnin’ things behind the scenes. You think Solo kicked me out? That was just me setting the stage. I let that happen. I made my move when I knew y’all would never see it coming.” Jimmy looked dead at Roman and Jey, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “I’m the one who brought in Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa… I’m the one who built the real Bloodline. And it ain’t about Roman, Jey, or even you, Sami. It’s about me. You all just thought I was playin’ a game. But nah. I was playin’ y’all.” The shock hit like a freight train as Roman, Jey, and Sami stood there, frozen in disbelief. The crowd’s roar turned into stunned silence. Jimmy had just flipped the script—he wasn’t just a part of the Bloodline… he was the mastermind all along.

Roman’s face tightened before twisting in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, huh?”

Jimmy looked around the ring, his gaze flicking over Jey, Roman and Sami before locking back on Roman. “Man, don’t act like you don’t know. Jimmy’s eyes locked onto Roman, his voice seething with years of resentment. “You always overlooked me, Roman. Always picked Jey, picked Solo, even picked Sami over me. I was always the last choice, man. The one you only called when you needed somethin’—when you couldn’t get to Jey, or when Solo wasn’t enough. I was never the first pick, never the one you turned to. You used me like a damn tool to find Jey, to bring him back in line. But when it was all said and done, I was the one left out in the cold, left to watch you build your empire with everyone but me. You never saw me, Roman. You just used me. And that shit hurt. That’s why I did what I did. ‘Cause I ain’t nobody’s last choice. I’m ain’t just no funny guy, I’m the one that made it happen. Like I told you before bruh, I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

Jey’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with something raw. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What you sayin’ man?” he asked, his voice shaking with confusion and hurt. The mic didn’t even catch all of it but the camera did. He was just loud enough to where the words could be heard from his lips but not loud enough that his voice boomed through the arena. “You really finna do this to me, Jimmy? Nah, Jon! Again man?! After everything we been through?” He said his brothers real name hoping to get through to him, some way, some how because it was Solo all over again. He couldn’t take it. Not again. Not from his twin brother, again.

Jimmy’s eyes softened for a second, but only for a second. “Aye, bruh, you don’t even know. I ain’t wanna do this to you, Jey. But look at you.” He said scanning Jey up and down. “You picked Roman. You picked him over me. You turned your back on me when I needed you most. All ‘cause he threw a couple words in your ear.” He shook his head. “Man, really? And then him” he spat as he nodded over to Sami. “Him of all people over me, your twin brother?”

Jey’s face twisted, hurt turning to anger. “You turned on me, Jimmy! You attacked me at SummerSlam, you left me hangin’. You took opportunities away from me! You hurt me! You pushed me away! Now you come back after months and think you can just walk in and say all this?! You hurtin’ me again man!”

Jimmy stood his ground, the edge in his voice cutting through the tension. “Look, I know it don’t make sense to you. I know it cuts deep. But I’m tellin’ you, Jey, I ain’t finna be no second choice, bruh. I ain’t finna be the dude in the background watchin’ Roman build his empire while I’m just here for the ride. Always in your shadow. You’re main event Jey Uso—the one they all respect, the one they cheer for. But what about me, huh? What about Jimmy? All they know me as is Big Jim, the guy who gets pushed to the side when it really counts. I been watchin’ you rise, and I should be right there with you. But you know what? I’m done bein’ overlooked. You built your name, and now I’m gonna build mine. I’m done bein’ the guy who waits for the scraps. I’m gonna make sure they know me, Jey. Just like they know you. Just like they know Roman-“

Roman, growing impatient, stepped forward, cutting him off. “So what, you been planning this all along? You think you’re some kind of mastermind now huh?” His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Jimmy let out a sharp chuckle, but there was no humor in it at all. “Yeah, Roman, I’ve been planning it. You think Solo kicked me out? Nah, I staged that man. I let Solo kick me out. You know what I’ve been doing while you thought I was gone? I’ve been building my own bloodline—Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa. That’s my Bloodline now, bruh.”

“Building your own bloodline?” Roman’s voice was low, but there was a certain tremor beneath it now, a mix of disbelief and anger. “You think you can just—”

“You think I couldn’t?” Jimmy interrupted, his tone now colder, more calculated. “You’ve been so busy with your empire, your title, your ‘Tribal Chief’ gimmick, you didn’t even see it coming. I’ve been around. Watching. Learning. And now, I’m taking back what’s mine.”

“You really think Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa are gonna back you?” Roman’s voice was laced with venom, but a flicker of doubt crossed his features, a momentary lapse in the facade. “You don’t even know how to control them.”

Jimmy stepped forward, closing the gap between them with a purposeful stride. He was no longer the man who used to smile at Roman’s every word, the brother who was content to follow in his shadow. This was a different Jimmy, a man who had tasted the bitterness of betrayal and had learned to wield it like a weapon.

“I don’t gotta control ‘em, Roman,” Jimmy said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His voice dripped with disdain. “They see the vision. We building somethin’ bigger than anything you ever could. We the real bloodline now. You just a king who forgot where he came from.”

Roman clenched his fists, jaw tightening. “You really think you can take everything I’ve worked for? You think I won’t destroy you for this?”

Jimmy shook his head, his eyes now gleaming with a dangerous intensity. “No. You’ve already destroyed yourself. You just don’t know it yet.”

Roman’s breath hitched as the words landed like a punch to the gut. His eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in them. “You think I’ve destroyed myself?” he growled, stepping closer, his presence towering over Jimmy. “I’m the one with the power. I was the one holding the titles. I made the Bloodline what it is. Because I’m the Tribal Chief!” The arena suddenly roared in “OTC” chants but that didn’t phase Jimmy at all.

In fact, Jimmy didn’t even flinch and just waited for the chants to die down. Once they nearly ended completely, he leaned in, his voice low and cold. “Yeah, was. Power ain’t about titles, Roman. It’s about control. It’s about loyalty. And you lost both the minute you stopped seeing us as family and started seeing us as tools. You built an empire, but it’s built on sand, bruh. And sand don’t last.”

Roman stood there, seething, the words gnawing at him in ways he wasn’t ready to admit. “All this? After winning Wargames and bringing everybody back together. After I’ve fixed this. Hurting your brother again. For what huh?”

“Because I had to let you fall first, bruh,” Jimmy sneered. “Had to let you think you were untouchable. You were so damn sure you had everyone under your thumb. But you forgot who really made this Bloodline what it is. You didn’t build this empire, Roman. We did. All of us. You don’t give a damn about Jey because you haven’t apologized to ‘em.”

Roman’s face twisted with frustration, but there was an edge of fear creeping into his eyes now. Jimmy’s words cut deep, hitting closer to the truth than Roman cared to admit. He had come to believe his own legend, his own mythos, and had let it blind him to the reality of his family’s loyalty—and the cracks within it.

“You don’t get to decide what’s blood, Jimmy,” Roman spat, stepping closer, towering over his cousin. “Apologize? You wanna talk about apologies? You haven’t apologized to ‘em either and that’s your twin brother, not mine.” He hissed.

Jimmy met him at eye level, unfazed. He paused for a brief moment before speaking. “I’m not decidin’ it, Roman. It’s already decided. You’ve just been too busy looking at yourself to see it.”

Roman’s chest heaved, his fists clenched at his sides. He could feel the weight of Jimmy’s words sinking in like nails, but the anger rose higher than the confusion. “You really think you can just walk away from me, huh? From this Bloodline? You think you can betray me like this and get away with it?” Roman’s voice was low and dangerous, a simmering rage beneath the surface.

Jimmy stood his ground, a calm expression on his face, but there was an undeniable fire in his eyes. He didn’t flinch. “I’m already gone, Roman. You just don’t wanna face it. You’ve been so busy makin’ this about you, you lost track of the only thing that ever mattered. Family.” His words cut deep, and he finally glanced over at Jey, who stood frozen in the corner of the ring. The pain in Jey’s eyes was clear, but Jimmy didn’t say a word. This wasn’t time for in depth explanations.

The arena went silent for a moment, tension hanging thick in the air. Sami took a step forward, his glare never leaving Jimmy. “Is this is what you want? To destroy everything we built? To tear apart the Bloodline?” His voice cracked with the weight of it. “After everything we’ve been through leading up to wargames and even after last Saturday, you wanna turn your back on us like that?”

“We built this together, Sami,” Jimmy’s voice was low, edged with bitterness, as he stared at him. “You were there, you saw it all. You should know better. I was the one who pushed Roman to keep you around, to let you in. Hell, I was the one who tried to get Jey to trust you, to make him see you as family. At first, he didn’t even like you, but then y’all started getting close. Real close. Closer than we ever were.” His words hung in the air, the jealousy creeping into his voice. He turned his head slowly, eyes looking at the entrance way as if knowing someone was about to make their way out of it.

Meanwhile Jey’s mind was still spinning. He knew he and Sami were close but no one could ever replace Jimmy. Even when he became tag team champions with Cody, through the hurt and the grief, he missed his older twin brother. It wasn’t the same but he cherished the friendship even him and Cody shared. Same with Sami. Those words hit him like a freight train and they stung.

TASI. LUA. TOLU. ALUUUU 🔥

He didn’t have time to process that too long as Jacob’s music suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Without a word, Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga, along with Tonga Loa, appeared at the entrance ramp, their figures silhouetted against the bright lights. The crowd erupted in “aahh”s as the Tongans made their way down to the ring, a silent army ready to back Jimmy’s play.

Roman’s eyes widened slightly, shock flickering across his face as he glanced back at Jimmy who came to the realization that he was telling the truth but his brows quickly furrowed as he prepared for a fight. Sami also looked around behind him and shoot a single glance back at Jimmy.

However, before Roman or Sami could react, Jimmy turned and gave a quick, silent nod. Without hesitation, Jacob and the Tongans charged the ring, taking down Sami first, their attacks coordinated and swift. The sound of fists landing and bodies hitting the canvas echoed throughout the arena.

As Roman, broke out of his trance, he immediately went after Jacob knowing he was the biggest one in the group. He tried to turn to fight back around but it was currently a 3 on 2, because Jey couldn’t even utter a word or move watching this all unfold. The sounds of the audience couldn’t reach him, the grunts and screams of the Tongans and Jacob while they pounded away at his best friend and cousin went unnoticed completely due to his brain completely blocking out everything. No moonsault, Samoan drop, or even the wiggling of the ring from all the chaos could break the trance he was currently in due to utter shock. He was still focused on only one person, his older twin brother.

In the chaos, Jey’s eyes darted back and forth, his breathing shallow. He was frozen. The past haunted him—every betrayal, every blow, every moment of manipulation by Roman. His body tensed, but he didn’t move. His chest felt tight, his head spinning. Was he supposed to fight with Roman? Stay loyal to the Bloodline? Or had Jimmy finally snapped him out of it?

As the Tongans continued their attack on Sami and Roman, Jimmy’s eyes locked onto Jey’s. No words passed between them, but the tension was thick. The face he made, it was happening all over again. Jimmy took a slow, deliberate step towards Jey to the point where there was just a mere inch in between them.

Jey’s body twitched like he might move, but his legs felt like cement. His eyes flickered between Roman and Jimmy, and there was an almost palpable hesitation. He was frozen. The trauma, the years of manipulation, the pain of every decision weighing him down. The guilt of choosing sides was too much.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the fog. “I’m not asking you to choose, Jey,” he said, his tone almost softer now. “I’m just asking you to see.” Jey tried to somehow turn his ears back on, to move, to do something. Anything.

But Jey couldn’t move. He was still standing there, watching his cousin and younger brother—one from his past, one from his future—clashing. The roar of the crowd felt distant. Everything felt distant.

For a long, agonizing moment, Jey was paralyzed by his past. Finally, he exhaled, the weight of his trauma crushing him. His body slumped slightly as if he’d lost the strength to hold himself upright. His mind raced, unsure of how to respond. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jimmy, but his loyalty to Roman, his fear of the consequences, all collided in a confusing, painful mess inside his head.

Roman, who was now laying on the mat and still reeling from the chaos, looked up Jey, his face a mix of anger, desperation, and hurt. His once neat bun, turned into a lions mane as the numbers game proved to be too much. This was a massive contrast to Sami who had his shirt damn near ripped off his body and was currently unconscious.

Roman could see it in the younger twin’s face that he wanted this to be a really bad dream. Some how that they all would wake up, somehow that he was imagining all this only to wake up and be relieved it wasn’t real. But it was real and that horrible realization is what was causing Jey to stay silent, the weight of everything pushing him deeper into his inner conflict.

Jimmy, sensing the moment slipping away, gave a final, slow nod to Jey—no anger, no malice—just a quiet, knowing acknowledgment. Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the ramp with the Tongans and Jacob, leaving Roman, Sami, and Jey in the ring together.

As Jimmy disappeared backstage with his new Bloodline, Jey stood motionless, his chest tight, his mind screaming. The arena erupted in chaos as the camera zoomed in on Jey’s face—his eyes wide, but still unblinking, as if time had stopped for him. The tension was unbearable, as Jey finally faced the reality of his broken family.

The End 🩸

⛧─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───⛧

Note: Tysm for reading if you’ve made it this far! I lowkey wrote this because I have a theory regarding Jimmy actually being behind the new bloodline due to his abandonment issues🌚

[indeedgoodman]

[jeffhardyjams]

“Against The Ropes” ❦

- jeff hardy x reader

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 6.0k +)

Description : Y/N joins the Hardy Boyz as a fierce and stylish tag partner against their rivals Edge, Christian, and Lita. With her ever-changing hair and fiery attitude, Y/N quickly catches Jeff Hardy's eye. As enemies turn to lovers, their chemistry ignites both in and out of the ring. After a spectacular victory, Jeff invites Y/N to celebrate with shots at the bar. The night heats up with flirty banter, a steamy makeout session in Jeff's car, and a promise of more to come.

imagine : ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

WWF RAW 4.7.2003

MATCH ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

The locker room was filled with the familiar scent of sweat, adrenaline, and a hint of cheap cologne that wafted in from the corridor. The air was thick with anticipation; tonight was the night Y/N would make her debut as a tag partner for the Hardy Boyz against Edge, Christian, and Lita. It was a big deal, and she was determined to make an impression.

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, her hands deftly applying a fresh layer of electric blue dye to her hair, transforming her locks into a vibrant statement piece that matched her bold personality. A smile crept onto her lips as she thought about the night ahead. She wore a fitted black tank top that clung to her frame, paired with ripped jeans that highlighted her form, and combat boots that gave her an air of rebellious confidence.

“Damn, Y/N, you’re going to steal the show,” Lita remarked, walking into the room with a smirk, her own style a perfect blend of edgy and feminine, reminiscent of the wrestlers they both admired.

“Just trying to keep up with you, Lita,” Y/N teased, applying the final touches to her makeup. “But I think I might give Jeff a run for his money tonight too.” Her smile turned mischievous, knowing full well that the Hardy Boy, with his infamous charm and captivating blue eyes, was undeniably attractive. They’d always had a rivalry, woven with tension and playful banter, and tonight felt like it could change everything.

Then footsteps to the locker room, Lita looks over to Y/N and she decides to open the door to —

“Damn, I can't believe you're the one we're teaming with," Jeff Hardy smirked, leaning against the locker room doorframe, his signature colorful hair falling across his forehead. He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary. "Do you actually think you can keep up with me and Matt?"

“Oh please. If anyone can keep up with you, it’s me,” you shot back, crossing your arms and tapping your foot defiantly on the cold floor. You had always shared a competitive relationship with Jeff, filled with banter and rivalry—a subtle, unacknowledged attraction simmered below the surface.

Matt, then walked in adjusting his boots, chuckled. “Careful, Jeff. You don’t want to get burned by that fire. She has a point.”

“Whatever, I’d just like to see her try,” Jeff said, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You better not mess up out there; I’m counting on you not to embarrass us.”

“I’d say the same to you, Hardy,” you shot back, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “But I know you have a thing for the spotlight. Just try to keep it together, okay?”

Your eyes met his, a silent challenge passing between you–a spark igniting a familiar tension.

ENEMIES TO COMPANIONS ˚⊱🪷⊰˚

The arena was alive, chants resonating through the air as the preparations for the match grew underway. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement as she stepped onto the entrance ramp, greeted by the roaring crowd. The Hardyz’ music blared, and she quickly joined Matt and Jeff in the ring.

“Hey, don't screw this up, alright?” Jeff quipped, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned closer, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Please, if anyone’s going to screw up, it's going to be you,” she shot back, a smirk plastered on her face. There was an undeniable chemistry in their banter, an electric charge that crackled between them, even as rivals.

They fought hard against Edge and Christian, each moment bringing them closer to victory. Y/N, with aerial skills that rivaled the best, leaped from the ropes, executing a flawless moonsault that brought the crowd to its feet. When the referee counted to three, it felt euphoric—she had secured the win.

POST MATCH BUZZ ˚༺☆༻*

The adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Y/N rushed backstage, the beats of her entrance music echoing in her ears. As she entered the locker room, she found Jeff leaning against the wall, a grin spread across his face.

“That was fucking incredible,” he said, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “I didn’t expect you to pull that off so seamlessly.”

“Did you doubt me?” Y/N challenged, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. She stepped closer, feeling the closeness intensify the energy around them.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, biting his lip as he searched her eyes. “But I’m impressed. You’re one hell of a fighter.”

Lita walked in, her expression brightening at the sight. “That was fucking great but I’m so done! We should celebrate this win at the bar. How about a few shots?”

“Hell yeah babe.” Y/N replied eagerly, her heart racing as she exchanged mocking glances with Jeff.

GETTING CUTE W LITA ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Y/N and Lita spent a good chunk of time getting ready for the bar, rummaging through outfits. They opted for something flirtatious yet edgy—short, tight dresses with fishnet sleeves that highlighted their toned bodies, ready to turn heads.

“Let’s ride together,” Lita said, adjusting her top one last time before stepping out of the locker room, her excitement contagious.

“You got it,” Y/N replied, feeling an exhilarating mix of nerves and eagerness as they hopped into Lita’s car, the music blaring through the speakers.

TIME FOR THE BAR ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

As they arrived at the bar, the atmosphere shifted. The dimly lit ambiance paired with the rhythmic beats created an intoxicating energy that matched their buzzing enthusiasm. Y/N quickly spotted Jeff and Matt at the bar, their laid-back demeanor contrasting with the night’s excitement.

“Shots!” Lita called as they approached, earning wide grins from the boys.

“Hell yes,” Y/N cheered, and the night began with laughter and a series of shots that blurred the lines between competition and camaraderie.

POOL & POOLSIDE CHATS ꩜ .ᐟ

After a while, they made their way to the pool tables, engaging in playful matches, the stakes as high as the drinks. Lita leaned against the table, a teasing grin plastered on her face. “Come on, let’s see what you’re made of, Y/N!”

“Just watch and learn,” Y/N replied, confidence dripping from her voice as she made her shot impeccably.

Jeff watched her intently, his interest piqued. “Nice shot. I bet you can’t do that again.”

“Wanna make it interesting? Loser has to buy the next round,” Y/N challenged, her eyes glinting with playful competition.

“Fine, but be prepared to lose,” Jeff countered, stepping closer, his body practically brushing against hers.

The tension between them grew thick as the night wore on, and soon Y/N decided to take a smoke break outside. The night air was cool against her skin, and she leaned against the wall, relishing the moment.

INTO THE NIGHT ♱

Unsurprisingly, Jeff followed her outside, a curious look on his face. “You really needed a smoke after all those shots, huh?” he teased.

“It’s called balance, Jeff. You should try it sometime,” she retorted, taking a slow drag from her cigarette, her gaze playful yet intense.

“I’m fucking with you. You got a light?” he said, peering intently at her, his own body language mirroring the tension.

“Yeah. Of course” she shot back, grabbing a lighter from her purse. She lit the cigarette as the flame rose on Jeff’s face. Her smile flirtatious and inviting, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Let’s talk in the car,” he suggested, and a rush of anticipation shot through her.

THE CAR CONFESSION ☆

As they reached Jeff’s car, the mood shifted from playful to intimate. He dared to open the door for her, a gentlemanly act that made her heart flutter—the bold one was always the hardest to resist.

Once inside, an electric silence enveloped them. Jeff looked at her, his gaze devouring every detail of her face. “You’ve changed a lot since the last time we went head-to-head,” he murmured, evident intrigue in his eyes.

Y/N smirked, leaning closer. “And you’ve been a pain in my ass since day one. Think you can handle me?”

“That’s what I’m hoping to find out,” he replied, his voice low and throaty, the space between them closing in.

It happened in a flash. Their lips collided, an explosion of pent-up attraction bursting forth; it was heated and passionate, igniting the air around them. She gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other.

The kiss deepened, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her onto his lap. Her heart raced as she intertwined her fingers in his hair, feeling the heat radiating from him, the chemistry undeniable.

“Damn, you really know how to put up a fight, don’t you?” he gasped between kisses, the words sending shivers down Y/N's spine.

“Just wait till you see what I can really do,” she teased breathlessly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

“Show me,” he dared, their lips brushing together again as they continued their heated makeout session, the world outside fading into nothingness.

As the heat began to simmer down, reality started creeping in, and Y/N pulled back slightly, catching her breath. “Well, this certainly wasn’t the celebration I expected,” she joked, a playful grin lighting up her face.

“Trust me, it was better than anything I could have anticipated,” he replied, his voice still thick with desire.

“Guess I’m going to be a pain in your ass for a while,” she teased, settling back into the passenger seat.

“Bring it on,” he smirked, confident and ready for whatever came next.

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