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[spiicii]

the usos / raw tag team champions

x fem!reader word count → 1.9k summary → this is literally just pwp. the usos have a breeding kink (change my mind!)  notes → thank you @wishyouloveme for the idea! and thank you @minteagalaxea and @acute-crashout-jeyuso for beta reading!  links → masterlist / taglist  tags → breeding kink, unprotected piv sex, daddy kink, threesome, possessive behavior, overstimulation, degradation, crying, the twins want you pregnant so bad

“You playin’ it risky, girl.” Jimmy chuckled in your ear, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars. “You know we ain’t gonna be changin’ it up.” 

You knew they wouldn’t. In the year you’ve been dating the twins, they never pulled out. Never wore a condom. It was why you’d been so conscientious about taking your birth control pills in the first place. But when you’d forgotten your pills last week, you knew that you would still end up here: on your back, legs spread with both Uso twins between them, pumping you full of their seed again and again. 

“I think we’ll be okay.” You whispered, forcing your brain to focus even as Jimmy’s dick tried to turn your thoughts into radio static. “I just had my period. It isn’t time yet.” 

“Hm.” Jimmy hummed noncommittally, his thrusts never slowing even as you began to writhe beneath him. “You better hope so. Otherwise you gon end up pregnant. Is that whatchu want?” 

You shook your head, trying to focus on his words even as his pleasure shot up your spine with every thrust. Jey chuckled beside you, his fingers tangling in your hair to tug your head back. You let out a moan at the feeling, your eyes opening to meet Jey’s piercing gaze. 

“I dunno, uce. Maybe she planned this whole thing. Tryin’ to baby trap us and shit.” 

Jey’s smile was mischievous, his fingers tugging again on your hair just to hear you moan again. “Knew she was a slut, but I didn’t think she’d stoop that low.” 

You tried to shake your head but Jey’s grip on your hair made it impossible. “Please.” You gasped, your eyelids fluttering. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to.” 

“Yeah, right.” Jimmy huffed, his rough hands now grasping at your thighs to pull you closer. “You knew whatchu was doin’. Is this what you wanted, slut? For us to pump you full and knock you up? For us to make you a mama?” 

Jimmy shifted his hips and his next thrust hit your g-spot with devastating accuracy, causing you to let out a cry at the feeling. Arousal and delicious heat were beginning to lick across your limbs like wildfire. 

“I guess that’s why she did it.” Jey chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple even as Jimmy’s thrusts caused you to roll your eyes into the back of your head. “But maybe she’s on to somethin’, uce. I think she’d look real pretty knocked up.” 

Their words were getting to you. The image of being pregnant with their child, not even sure which one of them was the father, was causing lightning bolts of arousal to shoot through your body. Your pussy spasmed helplessly around Jimmy’s length and he laughed, his grip on your quivering thighs tightening. 

“I think she likes it too, uce. Startin’ to think you right. Trappin’ us so we can’t ever leave her alone. That’s what you really wanted, wasn’t it, girl? Don’t wanna let us go, do you?”  

You were having trouble hearing him, the pleasure in your core beginning to overtake your other senses. And when Jimmy finally spilled inside of you, you were quick to follow, your orgasm leaving you shaking and breathless. 

Jimmy didn’t give you long to recover, quickly pulling out so that him and his brother could trade places. Jey didn’t waste any time, immediately burying himself inside of you before any of his brother’s come leaked out of your hole. You didn’t miss the way his hand pressed possessively against your stomach, right above where your womb sat. 

“Wouldn’t mind knocking you up, sweetheart.” Jey murmured, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began thrusting into you. “Think you’d make the prettiest mama. Whatchu think?” 

You didn’t have any words for him, not while his cock was filling you so perfectly. The pleasure from your last orgasm was still simmering low in your core, the tension beginning to build again. It felt impossibly wet between your legs, your juices and some of his brother’s come beginning to leak out and drip onto the mattress. 

“That whatchu want, baby?” Jimmy cooed in your ear, his hands on your face as he began to pepper your cheeks with kisses. “To carry our babies? Make sure the world knows who you belong to?” 

You let out a high-pitched keen when Jey hit your g-spot again, overstimulation beginning to prick at your muscles as he began picking up the pace. He began pounding you into a new fervor, seemingly spurred on by his brother’s words. 

“And what happens when you end up with twins?” Jey asked, his voice an octave deeper than usual. “You think you can handle allat? You can barely handle the twins you got now.” 

Jey wasn’t normally one to finish quickly, but you could tell it was all getting to him. The thought of your belly round, your breasts filled with milk, carrying another Samoan into the world…it was all sending him spiraling towards orgasm much quicker than usual. You knew they loved the idea of getting you pregnant, but you hadn’t expected them to act like this the second it became a real possibility. 

Jimmy was still pressing kisses to your face, his large hand palming at one of your breasts. “You ain’t gotta do all this to get us to stick around, baby.” He teased. “You know we ain’t ever leaving you. You know we ain’t lettin’ our best girl go.” 

Jey finished inside you with a grunt, still keeping that possessive hand over your womb as he buried himself as deep as possible, ensuring you took every drop. He didn’t seem interested in pulling out, his eyes dark as he stared at you trembling beneath him. 

“Please, please, Jey…” Your voice was wrecked. “I can’t…I need…” 

“Shhh,” Jimmy was quick to shush you, kissing your sweaty forehead with a new tenderness. “I know, sweetheart. Too drunk on cock to think, ain’t you? Don’t worry, you know we gotchu.” 

Jimmy was quick to replace his brother, once again lining up at your entrance before thrusting inside again. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, the arousal and overstimulation causing your body to feel hot and feverish. Still, you couldn’t help the next word that came out of your mouth. 

“Daddy.” It came out as nothing more than a whisper, but the twins heard it all the same, both of them chuckling.

“That’s right, mamas.” Jey cooed in your ear, grabbing your jaw to meet your eyes. “Gonna knock you up and be your daddies. Just like you wanted, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but nod, the arousal building inside you once again. “Want it so bad.” You admitted, opening your legs even wider to grant Jimmy better access. “Please, I need it.” 

Jimmy’s grin was wicked. “Oh, baby. You don’t even know what you’re askin’ for.” 

*****

You knew that the twins had stamina, but you had no idea they could go for this long. You’d lost count of how many times they’d come inside you, continuing to breed you late into the night. Your cunt was sore, your body exhausted from how many times they’d made you come. You felt full now, your womb flooded with the many loads they’d given you. You weren’t even sure how they could keep going. They seemed determined to fill you to the brim, triggered by the primal urge to come inside you and get you pregnant. 

The room smelled like sex, the sheets beneath you completely soaked. You might have felt disgusted about it if you could even think. The world around you was hazy, even as you stared up at whichever twin was between your legs now. You were pretty sure it was Jimmy, but your thoughts were so scrambled you couldn’t be sure. 

“So sweet. You take it so good, baby.” 

The voice in your ear was Jimmy’s, so the cock inside you must belong to Jey. Probably. But did it really matter? 

You felt warm and euphoric, the pleasure causing your body to thrum like a live wire. You couldn’t get enough of them.

“Such a good girl.” Jey cooed, his thrusts somehow still steady despite the multiple loads he’d given you. “Knew you’d take it like a champ. Just made to be bred like this, huh?” 

It shouldn’t have been possible for him to come inside you again, but he did, leaning over you to press a sweet kiss to your cheek before pulling out again. 

“Just one more.” Jimmy whispered in your ear, already leaning up to take his brother’s place again. You knew it was a lie, but you didn’t mind, allowing him to slip inside your wetness with ease. You’d let them go all night if they wanted. 

“Daddy, please.” you whined, yet another orgasm building inside you. They were almost painful now, their perfect cocks wringing as much pleasure from you as possible. “I can’t…I don’t-”

“It’s okay, mamas.” Jey crooned in your ear, reaching up to wipe some of the sweaty hair from your forehead. “Just let go. We gotchu. It’s alright.” 

The tension snapped and you came again, somehow gushing around Jimmy’s cock as he continued to pound into you. 

“Shit, you really want a baby, huh?” Jimmy panted, his thrusts so hard you were certain your cervix would bruise. “Lemme give it to you, mama. Gonna fill you again. Gonna knock you up so everyone’ll know you’re ours.” 

It went on like this for hours. By the time they finally finished, it was almost sunrise. You knew you wouldn’t be walking for days after this, your legs completely numb from how many positions they’d put you in. You tried to shift the best you could to relieve some of the pressure on your lower back, but a hand on your inner thigh immediately stilled you. 

“Can’t waste a drop, sweetheart.” Jimmy murmured, using his fingers to stuff the come that was leaking out of your hole back in. “How else you gonna get what you want?” The feeling of his fingers prodding at your sore pussy caused shockwaves of overstimulation to wrack your body, a low moan tearing from your throat. 

“Hush, baby. It’s alright.” Jey’s arms were wrapped around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he held you close. “Don’t cry. It’s okay.” 

Were you crying? You couldn’t be sure, not when your thoughts were this muddled, your body feverish and oversensitive. 

“Daddy.” It seemed to be the only word you could think of, your brain struggling to formulate a coherent thought. The twins didn’t seem to mind, both of them cooing sweet words to you as they leaned over to kiss you.  

“Such a sweet girl.” One of them said, their lips soft against yours. “We’re pretty lucky our baby mama’s the prettiest of the bunch. Ain’t we, uce?” 

“Mm hm.” The other hummed in agreement. “Gonna take care of you, mamas. We ain’t going anywhere.” 

You knew they wouldn’t. You could already see it now: a little boy, his head full of dark curls and his skin a familiar bronze. He’d have Jey’s eyes and Jimmy’s smile. You couldn’t help but feel a warm glow inside you at the thought, letting a small sound of happiness as the twins placed their possessive hands above your womb. They were looking at you hopefully, no doubt thinking the same thing as you. 

Maybe forgetting your birth control pills wasn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[onlyangel4]

picking up the broken pieces. seth rollins. roman reigns. part four.

cheater!seth rollins x reader. roman reigns x reader.

synopsis: after your world turns upside down overnight, roman is there to help you put the pieces back together.

faceclaim: eiza gonzález

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // part six

series taglist: @tinyxrose @daemyratwst @mamis-girly @cutttteeee

authors note: no hate at all to seth and becky i love them so much this is just for the plot. this is going to be quite a few parts. do comment if you want to be tagged in this series

a knock on the door of your bedroom alerted your attention away from the door, "come in" you called out.

roman was in casual clothes, hair loose and messy around his face as he walked into the room, eyes looking at you with concern.

"how are you feeling?"

"like i was hit by a train", you spoke as roman moved to sit on the edge of the bed. he had a bag of ice in his hand.

"let me see"

you pulled the covers back revealing your knee, bruised and angry, it didn't look good.

"she didn't go soft on me, really wanted to make it hurt"

roman frowned, "well i've seen you take a lot worse than a chair to a knee", he spoke his thumb rubbing over the area for a moment before placing the bag of ice on the injury and you hissed through your teeth.

"shh, it's okay you are doing so good", roman soothed but those words made your stomach do flips. he was caring about you in such a gentle way it made your heart ache in your chest.

"i'm going to make breakfast okay, you just stay there and look pretty", he spoke playfully, a hidden depth to his words as he stood up walking to the door, only to stop when he heard your voice.

"hey roman?"

"yeah"

"if this wrestling thing doesn't work out for you, you would make a great nurse", you spoke making the man laugh shaking his head. amazed at how after the emotionally draining day you had yesterday you could still make jokes.

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roman was in your apartment, he had hardly left in the past week, making himself busy with some home improvements that needed doing, but as soon as you got that text from charlotte you had called him and he had raced to your apartment. not wanting you to have to watch whatever was going to unfold alone.

you were curled up on the couch, leg elevated on a pillow with an ice pack strapped to your knee, the lingering soreness from becky’s attack still pulsing through your body.

roman sat beside you, his broad frame taking up more space than necessary, arms crossed over his chest as he watched seth and becky strut down to the ring. his jaw was set, the muscle in his cheek twitching every time seth’s smug voice filled the room. you could feel the tension radiating off of him, his presence grounding you, but you also knew it was only a matter of time before that patience snapped.

and then it started.

"it feels so good to be me!"

you rolled your eyes at seth’s theatrics, but the moment he said your name, your stomach twisted.

"she got hurt. again."

roman scoffed beside you. "yeah, because he set his attack dog on you." his voice was low, but the anger behind it was unmistakable.

your fingers curled into the blanket draped over your lap as becky leaned against the ropes, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"you should’ve stayed gone. you should’ve stayed out of my business. you should have just taken the loss and moved on. but you were too stupid to do that. so you put yourself in danger, and you thought he could save you?"

the mention of roman made your heart stop for a second, and instinctively, you glanced over at him. his expression hadn’t changed, but his grip on his own knee had tightened.

then seth’s voice cut in again, laughing.

"oh yeah, let’s talk about the tribal chief, huh?"

the disrespect in his tone made roman shift beside you. you didn’t need to look at him to know that his patience was running on fumes.

"roman, i gotta say, i didn’t expect you to be the type to pick up strays, but hey, i guess everyone’s got a weakness"

you exhaled sharply, your fingers gripping the fabric of the couch now.

"i mean, think about it! roman reigns, the most dominant champion in recent history, lowering himself to be a glorified babysitter."

that did it.

roman shot up from the couch so fast that it took you by surprise. his breathing was controlled, but his hands were clenched into fists, his head tilted slightly like he was picturing himself slamming seth’s face into the mat.

"roman."

you reached for him without thinking, your fingers brushing against his forearm. his skin was warm, the muscles in his arm flexed with barely contained rage. the moment your hand made contact, he exhaled through his nose and sat back down, but the tension in his body didn’t ease.

"you might think you’re some big hero, coming to her rescue, but at wrestlemania? you’re going to find out what we already know, she isn't worth saving.", becky spoke and you felt your heart shatter, that woman was supposed to be your best friend. your favourite person. your day one and now she was stood on stage revealing all your greatest insecurities to the world

your stomach turned, watching becky walk to the camera so it was a direct shot of just her talking, aimed right at you.

the crowd’s boos were deafening, but all you could hear was your own heart pounding in your ears.

"enjoy your time off, y/n. let roman play house, let him tell you he’s going to protect you. because in a few weeks, the two of you are going to have to step inside this ring, and when you do? we’re going to finish what we started."

you exhaled shakily as the promo ended and the screen cut to commercial. the silence in the room was deafening.

roman was still staring at the tv, completely dumbfounded. then, without warning, he grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, the screen going black.

"fuck that."

his voice was low and dangerous, the same voice he used when he was in full tribal chief mode, the one that sent shivers down the spines of his opponent and formed goosebumps on your skin.

you forced a breath out, trying to ease the weight in your chest. "they’re just trying to get in my head."

roman turned to you then, his dark eyes meeting yours, and for the first time tonight, the frustration on his face softened.

"they’re wrong."

"you are worth saving. but that’s not what this is about."

he turned his body toward you now, fully facing you. "at wrestlemania, we’re not just showing up to win. we’re showing up to end this."

"you with me?", he questioned eagerly

that was all he needed to ask..

"always."

a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of roman’s lips. He reached over, placing a warm, solid hand over yours. it was a simple gesture, but the weight of it sent a rush of warmth through your chest.

becky and seth thought they had already won. they thought they had broken you.

they had no idea what was coming.

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you both spent the entire work training. roman was sparring with the usos most of the week and you spent a lot of your time at charlotte's. finding solace in your friend, whom had been through a knee injury before and knew just how to talk to you about things like this.

that whole week you had been trying to get back to your previous fighting shape but your body just was not co operating with you and it was driving you fucking insane.

"one more time"

"are you sure y/n?, we can take a break"

"just one more time", you countered and charlotte knew better than to argue with you so she moved to collide with you.

you stepped forward, reaching for the counter, but your timing was off, again. charlotte twisted, breaking through your grip with ease, and before you knew it, she had you on your back.

"fuck", you shouted slamming your fists against the mat.

"i am so fucking stupid, why the fuck would i think that i could take becky, i've set roman up to fail. this is all so fucking stupid", hot angry tears were falling down your cheeks and you just didn't know what to do as your breathing got uncontrolled.

charlotte looked at you a face full of worry but she had no idea what to say to you. nothing could make you feel better.

you stood up from the mat, "i need some air, then we can try it again", you spoke before leaving the room to go to charlotte's garden. charlotte nodded but she had no intention of going through that sequence with you again.

instead charlotte grabbed her phone, calling the only person that could help.

you were sat outside on a bench that charlotte had, your head in your hands trying to process everything, trying to work out where you were going wrong.

you were so in your head that you did not hear the patio door slide open, you only realised you weren't alone when you heard big heavy footsteps and then you looked up to see roman there.

"what are you doing here?", you asked, no maliciousness is your voice.

"charlotte called me, she is worried about you"

"she should be, im broken"

roman sat on the bench next to you, "you are not broken"

"i feel broken"

"you are just different y/n, six months ago you were in a long term relationship, had a best friend that cared about you and that has all changed"

"gee roman thanks for the reminder", you let out a hollow laugh and he just shook his head.

"let me finish darling."

"you are not broken you are healing", he spoke eyes looking at you with genuine adoration, "do you know how strong you have to be to go through everything you’ve been through and still get up, still fight to get back to where you were? that’s the definition of strength."

you bit your lip, his words cutting through the fog of self-doubt that had been weighing you down.

he gave your hand a small squeeze. "and you’re not doing this alone. you’ve got charlotte, you’ve got me. i’m in this with you, every step of the way."

your eyes flickered to his, your heart pounding in your chest. the way he looked at you so steady, so sure it made something inside you unravel.

the tension between you had been simmering for weeks, a slow burn neither of you had fully acknowledged. but now, sitting on that bench with his hand in yours, the weight of everything hanging between you was undeniable.

roman's gaze dipped to your lips, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

"roman" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

he lifted his free hand, cupping your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin like he was memorizing the moment. "tell me to stop," he murmured, voice low, deep, intoxicating.

you didn't say a word.

instead, you leaned in, closing the distance between you.

the second your lips met his, it was like something inside you clicked into place.

it wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t desperate. it was slow, deliberate. he was making sure you knew exactly what this was, exactly what he was.

safe. steady. yours.

your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie as he deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding around your waist, pulling you closer.

for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of everything faded into the background.

because here, in his arms, you weren’t broken.

and after finally forcing yourself away from the kiss you took his hand walking back down to the gym where charlotte was waiting for you.

"i want to try it again"

"y/n are you sure-", roman countered

"trust me that kiss just made me feel unstoppable, i think i can do this"

charlotte shot you a pointed look, "kiss?"

"i'll tell you later", and roman quirked an eyebrow desperate to hear what you were saying to charlotte about him.

you climbed into the ring, charlotte following.

you repeated the sequence that you had trying to perfect all day but this time you hit it perfectly the counter following through in beautiful fashion, charlotte's back hitting the mat and you were able to get the pin.

"that is the happiest to be pinned i have ever been", she spoke making you laugh as you got to your feet.

your eyes found roman who was looking at you in complete awe.

"we are going to win this", you spoke and for the first time you believed yourself.

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[keekee-23]

Too cute! 😂

[greengoblinswifey]

You need Cody right after a match.

a/n— My first Cody blurb, I need him so bad, had to whip this up rq.

Your boyfriend Cody, spent the entire day rehearsing his match and promos. You stood at ringside, watching on as his muscles flexed each time he moved. He was so fucking hot, and you couldn’t help but admire him. You needed him, but was in his element, you couldn’t distract him.

By the time Raw had began airing, he was out cutting a promo, the fans just as wild as you. Except, something else was wild for him. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you watched him pace in the ring, his neck tattoo you craved to lick on full display.

When the bell rang, he immediately got the upper hand, dishing out punishment on his opponent. Punishment you craved for your pussy. Maybe it was your ovulation—whatever it was, it had you feeling like you’d die without his dick inside you.

Cody won the match and the referee held his arm up in victory. Your core throbbed in anticipation as he made his way to the back, his steps deliberate. As soon as the door to the room opened, you pounced on him, your lips all over his face and lips.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you? I’m all sweaty,” Cody muttered into your kisses.

“I don’t care, I need you. Sweat and all, let it drip all over me, I don’t care, just fuck me. Please,” you pleaded.

His eyes darkened at your words, he could practically smell you dripping for him. “So fucking desperate for me, I’ll give you what you want.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

Cody had you bent over a chair, his gear ripped off by you and his hard cock buried inside you. Your panties were ripped and he slammed into you from behind, his cock stretching you out. You hoped the distant cheering from the fans masked your loud moans as he absolutely ravished you.

“This is what you wanted? Huh? To get fucked like a slut?”

You nodded frantically, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock as he angled into you even deeper. If it wasn’t for his grip on your curls, you would’ve toppled over.

He slapped your ass and you cried out. “Y-yes sir! This is what I wanted.”

You knew he was smirking behind you and in your last act of boldness, you pushed back against him, fucking yourself on his cock.

“That’s a good girl. You should see how your pussy’s just creaming on my dick.”

His words sent a ripple through you and your body convulsed, an intense orgasm hitting you like a truck.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, but he wasn’t finished with you.

He lifted and carried you to the couch in the corner of the room. A cry left your lips as he sank into your pussy once again, immediately finding your sweet spot. You drooled as he hovered over you—Cody was a greek god, one you would be happy to worship every single day. The sweat made his muscles glisten and he wrapped a large hand around your neck, making your pussy twitch in excitement.

Your body jolted as he slammed into your pussy and his grip around your neck tightened. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so wet, fucking perfect for me.

You held his dark gaze, wrapped your arms around his neck and grinding against him, meeting his thrusts. His sweat dripping all over you made you moan and you reached up, licking the tattoo on his neck.

“My dirty fucking girl,” he said, darkly.

One of his hands pressed against your abdomen, making you moan so loud, you knew anyone passing by would hear. “Feel how deep I am inside you? Only my cock can get that far. I fucking own you.”

“You own me,” you echoed, your nails now digging into his back.

“Cum on my cock, cum with me.”

With a loud cry, you squirted on his cock, soaking both him and the couch as he continued to pound into your aching pussy.

“Fucking hell, what a good girl just squirting for me like that.”

His orgasm followed immediately after and he pushed deep inside you, his cum filling your ovulating womb to the brim.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his thrusts slower and deeper. “I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant.”

[eringobragh420]

➔ Pairing — Damian Priest ♡ f!Reader ♡ Roman Reigns ➔ Summary — Reader has been sleeping with both Damian and Roman Reigns, confident they’re ignorant of one another. After being invited to Damian's hotel room late one night, she discovers he’s not the only one she’s there to entertain. ➔ Word Count — 2.4k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v/a, anal, double penetration, praise, Daddy kink, name-calling, cum 18+ ➔ Taglist — In the comments. If you’d like to be added, please click here! ➔ Requested By — @bearbutlikeprincessbear. Hope you enjoy! ➔ MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

When she first began sleeping with Roman Reigns, she never expected, had any interest, or even needed to seek out other suitors. Until Damian Priest came along at the club, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to the dance floor where their bodies moved in synchronicity, their skin perspired, and he whispered the absolute filthiest things in her ear as she was grinding her hips into his. And so while entertaining Roman, she made the easy decision to also see Damian on the side. Nothing wrong with it—none of them were attached and none of them were interested in long-term relationships—so she never foresaw any issues, considering the Tribal Chief was on one brand and the Archer of Infamy was on another, which would give them no reason to ever cross paths. Unfortunately for her, she’d been so blinded by the all the fucking, she’d failed to consider the paid live events.

And so here she was, on her knees and elbows on a generic hotel bed with generic, scratchy hotel blankets under her. Her baby pink blazer and white satin tank top were heaps on the floor, matching mini-skirt bunched around her waist, panties in tatters around her thighs. Damian’s long cock buried itself in her tight cunt every few seconds, the momentum shoving her forward and impaling her throat further on Roman’s spit-covered, thick cock. She gagged, body convulsing, but she purred from the intrusion—on both ends—as her eyes rolled back and her cheeks hollowed.

“Fuck,” Damian wailed, hands vices on her hips. “Every time she gags, her cunt fuckin’ milks my dick.”

“You hear that, baby girl?” Roman rumbled. He was seated in front of her, back against the headboard, legs spread lewdly, a woman receiving the pounding of the century from behind slobbering all over his cock. She tilted her head so she could comfortably look up at him. “He likes it when you gag almost as much as I do.” Both his hands cradled the back of her skull as he pushed her down on his length once more, her entire being again contracting, and suddenly Damian wasn’t inside her anymore and she felt abandoned and empty and a little fucking pissed off. 

“Uh-uh,” the Puerto Rican refused. She pulled off Roman’s dick, however reluctantly, and glanced over her shoulder. Damian had backed up several steps and he had a hand virtually strangling his polished-with-pussy-juices cock. “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it now.”

Roman tenderly cupped her chin between his fingers and turned her face back to him. “You ready?”

She cast her gaze down at Roman’s weeping, rigid cock as he stroked it with a loose fist, and she bucked her hips and clenched her pussy around nothing. Roman’s chuckle was like thunder in the distance, and it did nothing to suppress her agitation or prevent the baby pterodactyls in her stomach from taking flight. She had no idea what awaited her, having never experienced before what was about to happen, but she couldn’t deny how bad she wanted to at least try it … to at least attempt to get both these impressive cocks inside her ass and pussy at the same time. And she couldn’t think of two better men to experience it with. Her blown pupils slowly lifted to meet Roman’s.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Good,” Roman replied, before the declaration was even completely out of her mouth. He leaned forward so his fleshy lips grazed hers as he finished, “Because it’s this dick right here that’s goin’ in that ass.” He wiggled his cock for good measure, and it wasn’t very quiet when she gulped.

The men were fluid as they moved about the room, as if they’d practiced, as if maybe they’d done this before. Heading off any thoughts in that particular direction, she smiled as she climbed atop Damian. His grip was once again on her hips, and her hips throbbed and she might’ve winced a time or two when he squeezed, but she knew this pain paled in comparison to the new kind of pain that was in her immediate future. She sank torturously slowly onto his cock, her soaking pussy sucking him in deep much like her throat had with Roman’s dick.

“There she is,” Damian breathed, fingers gliding from her hip, tickling her belly, scraping a nipple barely peeking above the cup of the bra she still curiously wore, ending their journey at the back of her neck. He pulled her lips to his, capturing them, imprisoning them with his expert technique and unmatched ability to be both delicate and voracious simultaneously. A cold trickle slipped down the crack of her ass, her body froze, and she severed the kiss. Damian was quick to cradle her face and focus her attention on him and not the pain and discomfort about to befall her. Maybe you should stop thinking about it that way. Maybe it’s gonna feel amazing. It’s Damian and Roman, after all. “If you don’t wanna do this, we can stop right now,” Damian whispered, the tips of their noses kissing.

She gazed into his smoldering eyes, easily finding comfort and true sincerity, and her hand floated to his cheek. “I wanna do this,” she murmured.

Damian once more claimed her mouth while Roman’s finger circled her puckered hole, and it tickled and it was a little weird, but then it felt … good. Incredibly erotic, and her pussy gushed around Damian’s cock. He pumped in and out of her slowly, occupying her mouth and tongue, and before she knew it, Roman had three fingers buried in her asshole, and she was virtually screaming down Damian’s throat, rocking her hips to ride both his dick and Roman’s digits.

“Oh, your ass is ready for this cock, ain’t it?” Roman teased, easing his fingers out of her so he could slap her ass cheek with his length. “Cute little tattoo,” he uttered, now rubbing the leaking head along her sensitive skin, and she knew exactly where he was spreading his precum. She’d never even imagined a scenario where Roman and Damian randomly met at the hotel bar, shared a few drinks, and then a few stories about the women they were sleeping with only to discover those women had the exact same tattoo in the exact same spot, but here they were. “Let’s find out if it’s true, huh?” That hadn’t been the meaning behind the beautiful red script spelling out the word paradise on her right cheek, but she supposed it did seem appropriate now. She hoped, anyway.

She felt the fleshy head of his cock poke at her entrance and her hand left Damian’s face to instead dig her nails into his chest. She felt blood before she was without warning hauled backward, shoulders slamming into Roman’s sturdy chest, and she cried out as he slipped further into her passage. Roman was a true dominant, in and out of the ring, in and out of the bedroom, so it wasn’t very far fetched for her to expect to be degraded, at least a little, for not immediately being able to take his length, or for whining in pain as he pressed another inch inside her. His tattooed arm came into view, fingers applying surprisingly gentle pressure on her chin until she turned to him.

“You’re takin’ me so good,” he praised. Her eyes lifted, full of renewed hope,  determination, and pride. Compliments in a non-derisive way were few and far between, and she intended to bathe in the accolades for as long as possible. “I know it hurts, baby girl, but you’re a fuckin’ champion. You hear me? Our champion.” Her heart swelled and her fingers unconsciously slid down her body and directly into her dripping folds where she found her clit and, just a little further inward, the base of Damian’s glazed cock, the rest of which was still stuffed deeply inside her cunt. Damian grunted and squirmed, and her smile was drunk as she stared blankly at her Tribal Chief, hypnotized by Roman’s unusual softness. “See, that was nothin’.”

Snapping out of her reverie, she was overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly full. Roman had genuinely mesmerized her with his words, with the bottomless pits that were his eyes, and he’d sheathed himself to the hilt in her ass without her noticing. Now fully aware, however, the burning returned, the splitting, and she whimpered, clawing at Roman’s arm now. Easily noticing her stress, Damian untangled her from the Samoan’s embrace and pulled her back down to him, cradling the back of her head and splaying a hand across her upper back.

“Right here,” he rumbled into her gaping mouth, “stay right here with Papi. You hear me?”

She nodded, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Damian’s soulful ones, and her lips collided with his before she knew it. He was her comfort, her weighted blanket, her favorite teddy bear, and the spell he cast on her through his lingering lips kept her mind occupied as Roman gripped her hips, pulled out, and shoved himself back in as if he were fucking her pussy. It hurt, bordering on agonizing, but Damian’s mouth was so perfect and gifted that it hurt just a little bit less, the three of them going on like this until she’d fully accepted Roman with an amount of pain that was both uncomfortable and pleasurable. 

“You love this, don’t you?” Roman panted. When she gave no answer, he snatched her hair and yanked, her lips releasing Damian’s with a wet smack.

“Yes, Daddy, I love it,” she breathed.

“Yeah, you do,” Roman mumbled. “Show me. Ride these dicks like the whore you are.”

Hands on the bed on either side of Damian, she rose until her elbows locked. Damian’s hands were coarse and callused as they traveled the invisible roads of her upper body, and she smiled down at him as she began gently rocking her hips, drawing the cocks within her ass and pussy as deep inside her as possible before releasing them to the cold air surrounding them, repeating the process until she couldn’t bounce fast enough on them. 

“That’s it,” Damian moaned, “just like that.”

“Shit, all you need is a cock for this mouth, huh?” Roman mocked, giant hand wrapping around her throat. “What you think about that, Priest? Plug up all this bitch’s holes.”

“Fuck,” Damian muttered, pinching and tugging at her nipples.

She screamed, jaw dropping, and Roman’s hand was swift in making the relocation from her neck to her face, long fingers dipping inside her mouth. Her lips automatically closed around his digits and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked because what else is a girl supposed to do when Roman Reigns sticks his fingers in her mouth?

Time went on, doused in a mixture of sweat, screams, desire, and the fundamental need to cum. Roman lost control first, hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her chest into Damian’s, and he leaned forward, most of his weight now on her hips and ass as he fucked into her recklessly. He cried out—she thought he was speaking Samoan, but she couldn’t be sure—releasing himself inside her, and his pumps became slower and less powerful until he pulled out altogether, slapping her tattoo once more with his softening dick.

“Y’all can … take care of that, right?” He had to be referring to the mess he’d just made that would eventually come leaking out of her. “I got somewhere to be.”

The relief alone she felt when only Damian was buried within her nearly sent her head first into an orgasm. It had been a wild moment, an experience she could check off her bucket list, but she’d be lying if she denied feeling a bit stressed at the thought of being responsible for pleasing two men. Of course it was a hot idea, but realistically, the logistics were a bit more muddled than she cared to deal with again. And, though she would never admit this to anyone, especially the two men involved, she preferred Damian and his attentiveness and his kindness and the gentle fucking he was famous for. Roman was the choice when she needed to be used or slapped around. Damian was the choice for everything else.

“We’ll take care of it,” Damian mumbled, and she smiled just as he seized her lips once more. 

She hardly registered the hotel room door opening and closing, Damian flipping their positions smoothly, putting her on her back and settling between her sticky thighs. Her hands glided reverently up his chest, squeezing his shoulders, continuing to his face.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, taking her hands off him one after the other, imprisoning them between his hands and the mattress on either side of her head, his grip secure, though not constricting.

“Yeah,” she purred, rolling her hips in an attempt to find some friction, and Damian grinned at her desperation. 

“But you need your special time with Papi, hmm?”

“I always need my special time with Papi.”

Finally he started fucking her, lazily at first, gradually picking up speed. She suddenly felt Roman’s warm cum begin leaking out of her ass and into a puddle on the bed, Damian’s thrusts now coming with a wet smack every time he slammed into her. She gasped, lips parting, pussy pulsating around Damian’s solid length, breasts bouncing, and she came with a wail she would be embarrassed over later. Her hands were fists as they wanted nothing more than to touch Damian, feel him, run her fingers through his hair, but he refused to release her until after he’d filled yet another one of her holes with sticky cream.

“You’re a mess,” Damian grinned, climbing out of bed. She couldn’t help the satiated smile and stretch as she watched Damian disappear into the bathroom, assuming he was on a mission to retrieve a wet washcloth. They were gonna need more than that, she thought, just as she heard the water in the tub come to life, and her smile nearly broke her mouth. “Now let’s get you cleaned up,” Damian returned, clapping his hands and holding them out. She rolled her eyes, moving into a sitting position, but Damian suddenly scooped her into his capable arms, tossing her an inch or two in the air to get a better grip. “I don’t think it’s big enough for both of us, but …”

“I guess you’ll just have to wash me from outside the tub then,” she sighed.

Damian kissed her forehead. “My pleasure.”

જ⁀➴°⋆ Papi — Daddy

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can I get some rough smurt with damian priest PLEASEE 🙏🙏🙏

okay i don’t usually do rough smut because personally i don’t feel like i’m good at writing them as i don’t read much of them but i made an exception for this request

damian priest x reader

‼️rough damian, dom!damian, sub!reader, slapping (?), praise and degradation, everything that regards smut basically, overstimulation, subspace, aftercare!!! + i’m not good at writing these type of requests so i hope you enjoy it‼️

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

faster

damian was known for many things.

for being an excellent wrestler, for being the new world heavyweight champion, for being a tattoo lover and for being an important member of the judgment day. what people didn’t know was that he was also known for being the greatest lover you ever had. he always took you on romantic dates, he never missed an important occurrence like your anniversary, he always brought you gifts home and he always prioritised you.

and what people also didn’t know is that the sweet and kind facade of his lover personality turned into a starving animal anytime he got you naked under his touch.

so maybe your neighbours would hear all the pornographic sounds you were making but you didn’t care.

the way he had you ass up in the air, thrusting in and out of you, making the bed creak against the wall was enough to make you come and scream damian’s name.

“you came already?” he asked, smirking seeing how easily he could break you “i’m not done with you hermosa…turn around” and you did as he told you.

not to mention that he already made you cum twice just with his experienced fingers.

he smiled seeing your teary face. he smiled even more when he saw the remaining drops of his cum near your lips and nose. he knew you and your body so well.

“gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked and you simply nodded “ i asked you a question so i expect a proper answer” he said before his strong hand collided with your ass, making you slightly jump.

“y-yes sir” you whispered, your ass burning for the sensation.

“good girl, don’t make me slap you again…”

“okay sir” he seemed satisfied with your answer so he continued his dangerous game with you.

he thrusted in you in full force, making you clench around his dick.

“fuck…” he groaned “don’t do that or i’ll punish you…”

“o-okay sir…”

he loved every second of it.

one of his strong hands went to wrap around your neck, adding a little bit of the pressure he knew you loved.

in result of his action, you clenched again around him “what did i say?”

“fuck…sorry sir…”

“you better behave or i won’t let you cum again…” he groaned.

“no no please…i’ll behave…” you cried out.

“you better, don’t come until i say so…” he whispered into your ear making you shiver.

“okay sir…” you moaned as he started moving inside of you. he brought one of your leg over his muscular shoulder. that position hitting spot inside of you that made you see stars “oh fuck papi…”

“you like that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“yes sir, please…so good” he smiled seeing how power he had over you.

he kept praising you, telling you how good you were for him and the familiar feeling you loved so much started to build up.

“faster…” you moaned.

usually damian would have done the opposite of what you asked, showing you who was in control but seeing your face covered in cum and tears made him soften a little so he allowed you to be in charge for that split of second.

“don’t cum before i say so” he reminded you, not sure you understood his words.

“dam…” he slapped your ass “fuck, sir…”

“that’s good” he smiled.

“please…” you begged, not sure what you were begging for. everything was too much, the pleasure and the pain, you loved every second of it “please…please…”

“please what uh? use your words” his hand put a little more pressure on your neck while he kept moving inside of you.

“please i -…” words caught in your throat.

you couldn’t focus anymore. your body was on fire, ready to explode, you were about to cum but at the same time you didn’t want to disappoint damian as he told you to wait for him.

“i said use your words” he remarked, going faster as you asked him to do.

“i can’t please…let me come please sir…” tears streaming down your face, mascara mixing with the remaining cum from before, a beautiful sight for damian to see.

“hold it” he simply said.

“no no no…i can’t i can’t…” the way your body was shaking under damian’s touch made him realise that you were on the edge so he slowed his movements just to play with you a little.

you slowly opened your teary eyes just to meet with his beautiful ones.

“what color are you on pretty girl? do you want me to stop?” he checked in with you, making sure to never push you too far. he enjoyed it as long as you were enjoying it too and hurting you wasn’t on his list.

“no no, please…don’t stop…i’m good” you whispered making him smile.

the hand that was before on your neck, now gently moved some of your sweaty hair away from your face.

“color?” he asked again.

“so fucking green…please, i just need to come sir” you moaned once he reprised his speed.

“my little slut wants to come uh?” he smirked at you, seeing how quickly you nodded your head “you want to come on my dick so bad that it’s the only thought you had in that little brain of yours uh?” and once again, you nodded.

“please sir…”

“then come on my dick, now” he said with a stern voice. his dick hitting that spot again and again made you sink your nails into damian’s back, probably leaving some marks. the pleasure you were feeling was something you’ve never experienced before. you were so lost in your mind that you didn’t feel damian coming right inside of you. still high on the pleasure, you kept clenching around his shaft making him shake from pleasure too.

you slowly opened your eyes when you felt damian’s lips on your neck, gently kissing the bruises he left on you.

he knew you were still high on your pleasure when he saw your look. he smiled seeing you so peaceful, knowing that he’s the reason you feel at ease right now.

“come back to me pretty girl…” he whispered against your ear “come back baby”

it took you a few minutes to realise what was going on around you, only when you saw damian laying next to you, your brain connected “oh shit…” you whispered.

“are you alright? was it too much?” he always asked you if you were okay, especially right after a rough session like that. it wasn’t always like that with damian, some nights were more intimate, some weren’t. some nights he would take his time just to pleasure you, some nights he would let you be in charge and some other nights he would be the one in charge. some other nights he would treat you like his personal slut just for him to use but he knew you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t have a 100% trust in him and he felt so grateful because you put all of your trust in him.

“i’m okay…just a little tired” you smiled.

“let me get you a towel, and something to drink” he smiled leaving for just a few minutes. he came back with a clean towel in hands, a glass of water and some of your favourite biscuits “close your eyes for me…let me remove my work of art” he joked making you chuckle.

he carefully cleaned your face, removing the remaining cum and tears present on your face. he then proceeded to clean between your thighs, moving slowly between your folds “i know i’ll be quick, i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable” he reassured you when he saw you closing your legs “and all done…” he smiled, kissing your thighs and going up from chest to neck.

“thanks…” you whispered.

“is there anything that hurts? i know i’ve been too hard on you…” he asked a little concerned.

“i’m perfectly fine…just tired and probably i won’t be able to walk for a day or two” you laughed “but i’m okay, i promise, i enjoyed it a lot”

he slowly turned your face to face him, his hand gently caressing your cheek “i love you y/n, so much, thank you for trusting me with this, with your body and soul…i’m so lucky to have you in my life, never forget that”

“i know…” you smiled at his kind words, reminder that probably was for him instead of you, just to remind him that no matter how many times he called you a slut in bed, no matter how many times he degraded you, he would always love you and cherish you with every inch of his heart.

[leahradke-way]

Mami 🖤💜🖤💜👑

[usoinked]

Hii! I love your last jey fic with him being possessive! Could you pls do one where he & the reader get into a fight over her being insecure with his story line with Rhea so he keeps her in their hotel for a whole weekend to show her who he truly wants. Maybe some toxic comments like "you think she gets this dick ma? Nah only you"

Love your writing!! Hope this makes sense haha <3

Omggg thank you so much and ofc!! Y’all know I love writing about Jey 🫶🏽🌚

CW: Toxicity, Arguing, Begging, Praising 18+ MDNI, SMUT, cursing, use of n word, unprotected p in v, creampie

Word Count: 5.4k+

You and Jey Uso were in a 2 year relationship, going on 3 years and for the most part everything was fine….was. There were always the usual bumps—scheduling conflicts, long road trips, and the occasional argument—but you had always managed to work through them. The love between you both was solid, built on mutual respect and understanding. That was, until the recent storyline with Rhea Ripley started to change everything.

At first, you could brush it off. You knew that wrestling was just that—wrestling. A scripted, fictionalized world where interactions were meant to stir emotions and get fans invested in the show. You were okay with that. You understood the boundaries and had even joked about how you’d have to share Jey with his fans and his colleagues. But something felt different this time. Rhea wasn’t just a colleague—there was something in the way she interacted with Jey that rubbed you the wrong way. It wasn’t just friendly banter; it was flirtation, and you couldn’t ignore it.

It started small—a teasing smile, a lighthearted comment during interviews, or the occasional touch on his arm after a segment. You told yourself it was just for the cameras. But the more you watched, the more it became clear that there was more to it than that. Every time Jey was near Rhea, he would act differently—more animated, more playful, more engaged. The two of them seemed to have a connection that went beyond the usual working relationship, and it left you feeling…uneasy.

Weeks passed, and the playful flirtation continued. Rhea would smile at him in a way that made you feel like you weren’t even in the room. The way her eyes lingered on him, the way her hand would rest on his shoulder a little too long, the way she laughed at his jokes—it wasn’t normal. It felt personal, and you started to feel like you were on the outside looking in. The jealousy was subtle at first, but as time went on, it began to eat at you more and more. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between them, something you weren’t being told.

You were currently at the apartment you both shared when you saw a segment on your screen involving Jey and Rhea Ripley…again….she was cool at first until Jey and her started flirting back and forth. You knew that this was his job, but that still didn’t make you any less jealous…insecure even. The way she smiled at him when he made the motion to call him, the way she looked him up and down while smiling at him because of his appearance alone, and especially them being that close….it was enough to make you want to turn your tv off. You wanted to watch your man wrestle and look good but not while he was flirting with another female. Fuck no. Not only was it pissing you off, but Jey wasn’t answering his phone after the show ended. Granted you did give him a 30 minute grace period in case he had any dark matches or needed to pack up anything extra…but then it became 45….then an hour…then two hours. You might’ve been born at night but not last night.

Jey had always made an effort to check in after the show, even if it was late. He’d send you a text, make sure you were okay, let you know that he was thinking of you. But recently, that was happening less and less. He’d be busy after the shows—either with the crew or on his phone—and by the time you tried to reach him, his phone was either off or set to “Do Not Disturb.” You tried not to overthink it, but the frustration was building. And the anger was showing.

You sent him a long grueling text message full of swearing making sure he knew how pissed off you were. As much as you were pissed, you were also hurt. Ever since he’d started that storyline with Rhea, it began to seem like the same game over and over again. They would both flirt with each other on camera and then Jey’s plans of calling you after the show seemed to never have existed to begin with. Your face got hotter and hotter every time you thought about it and soon enough, came the tears. Your eyes began to water and slightly sting as the tears fell down your face. You made your way to the bathroom, the cool tiles under your feet offering little comfort as you moved. You grabbed your blue washcloth and ran warm water over it, squeezing out the excess before pressing it gently to your face. The warmth helped to soothe the sting in your eyes, but it didn’t take away the emotions swirling inside of you. You needed to feel something else, anything else. “Stupid ass nigga bruh” you sighed out after taking the rag off your face gently and putting your pink shower cap on, stuffing your braids underneath it.

Turning the water on for the shower, you let the steam fill the room. The sound of the water hitting the tiles was oddly calming, a gentle rhythm that drowned out everything else. You undressed slowly, as if peeling away the layers of frustration and hurt with each item of clothing that hit the floor. Stepping into the shower, the hot water cascaded down over your body, washing away the lingering tension in your muscles but not the ache in your heart.

As you stood there under the spray, you let the water pour over your face, the heat sinking into your skin. It felt like the shower was a way to cleanse not just your body but your mind. The emotions of the night—the jealousy, the anger, the hurt��flooded out of you, but they didn’t leave. They just sat there, heavy, under the surface, simmering quietly. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts of Jey and Rhea out of your head, even for just a moment.

The sound of the water became a small comfort, but it couldn’t block the pain that lingered behind it. Your mind kept drifting back to him, to the moments when you’d felt ignored, pushed aside. Why didn’t he understand? Why didn’t he see how this was affecting you? You didn’t want to keep playing this game, but it felt like he wasn’t even trying to meet you halfway.

You finished your shower with a deep sigh, letting the water wash the worst of your frustration away. But the truth still stung—no matter how many times you scrubbed away the tears or the pain, it was still there. And that feeling, the one that came when you felt like you were losing something you cared about, lingered as you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a towel. It wasn’t just about Rhea or the flirtations—it was about the space that had been growing between you and Jey for what seemed like weeks now.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. And it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

The next morning hit you like a brick. You woke up to an empty bed and as you ran your hands onto the smooth cotton sheets, they found an empty space next to you. Sometimes you’d wake up and Jey would be there because he’d arrive early and surprise you but not this time. In times like this, you gave yourself therapy which was doing an entire skin care routine. You needed your mind off Jey especially since your phone notifications were just as empty as the space next to you.

As you got out of bed, the soft stretch of your limbs was accompanied by the satisfying sound of your muscles cracking, easing the tension from the long night. You rubbed your eyes, still groggy, and slowly made your way to the bathroom. With a quiet click, you flipped the light switch on, filling the room with a warm, comforting glow. You grabbed your blue washcloth, running warm water over it before wringing out the excess and gently pressing it to your face. The warmth felt soothing against your skin, helping to wake you up as you sighed deeply, mentally preparing for the day ahead.

You started your morning skincare routine, reaching for your cleanser first. The gentle formula lathered as you massaged it into your skin, focusing on any areas where you felt the remnants of makeup or the wear of sleep still lingering. After rinsing it off, you followed up with a toner, its refreshing scent and cooling effect instantly tightening your pores and balancing your skin’s pH. You swiped it across your face with a cotton pad, feeling the freshness settle in.

Next, you reached for your serum. A few drops went onto your fingertips, and you pressed it into your skin, allowing it to absorb deeply. The light texture and the nourishing ingredients felt like a treat, giving your skin that healthy, radiant glow you always craved. You followed up with a delicate application of eye cream, tapping it gently around the sensitive skin beneath your eyes, trying to reduce the slight puffiness and dark circles from the late-night argument.

After a few moments, you smoothed on your moisturizer, letting the rich cream hydrate your skin and lock in the previous layers. It felt thick enough to give your face a protective barrier but light enough to absorb quickly, leaving your skin plump and soft. Then you finished with a few drops of face oil, massaging it into your skin to lock in moisture and give you that dewy, healthy glow that lasted throughout the day. Finally, you topped it off with broad-spectrum SPF 30 sunscreen, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin, knowing how important it was to protect yourself from the sun’s harsh rays.

Before you finished up, you reached for your toothbrush. You carefully brushed your teeth, the minty freshness of the paste helping to awaken you even more as you scrubbed away the remnants of sleep. After rinsing, you took a moment to check your reflection, satisfied with the glowing, refreshed version of yourself staring back at you.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, you were sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up a fresh Caesar salad you had thrown together. The quiet hum of the apartment was interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, followed by Jey’s heavy footsteps. You didn’t need to look up to know it was him; his presence was felt before he even reached the doorway. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and his furrowed brows and tense posture told you everything you needed to know—he was upset.

“What the hell is yo problem Y/N? You texting my phone and shit buggin’ out!

“Whatchu mean buggin’ out? You literally on camera flirting with another woman!”

“That’s my job! You knew that when we got together!”

“I ain’t know another bitch was gonna be all over you and then your ass wasn’t gonna be answering the phone! Joshua yo notifications were silent, you didn’t call me, and yo shit was on do not disturb bruh! Y’all have been flirting on the show for weeks! What? You had her in your hotel room too huh?!”

“It my fuckin’ job Y/N! Me and Rhea are friends outside of the ring and in the ring, but this is just a storyline! The most we’ve done is hug on camera! As far as me not answering my phone, my ass was tired! Tired as fuck and you on my ass for that cuz you think somethin’ going on! Hotel?! You think she was at my hotel f’real?! Ight, I tell you what. Come wit me on the road and see who I got in the hotel room.” He said stepping towards you. “Cause you ain’t gon find shit!”

“I don’t know she might be! Y’all might as well be fucking each other with the way y’all look at each other! Everybody on the net see that shit! You got a whole girlfriend at home Joshua!” You said taking a step towards him where the tension between you both grew even worse.

“That’s yo problem! Yo ass stay on the net Y/N, that don’t got nothin’ to do with me! With us!”

“You want me to come with you on the road? Bet!” You said before dissolving the tension completely due to storming to your shared bedroom and grabbing a few clothes from your closet starting to sort them on your bed. “You not finna have me looking fucking crazy nigga” you mumbled before grabbing your pink suitcase and beginning to throw your clothes inside of it. You were fuming, the argument didn’t make it any better and Jey not even attempting to understand where you were coming from made you even more pissed than you already were.

The drive to Smackdown was a long and quiet one. The silence between you and Jey stretched on, thick and heavy, like an unspoken wall you both couldn’t seem to break. Seven hours on the road with the person who had left you feeling so alone, was torture in its own right. The miles seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing minute feeling like a reminder of everything that had gone unsaid between you two. The hum of the tires on the highway was the only sound, broken only by the occasional change of gears and the low growl of Jey’s engine. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white, and his jaw remained clenched, as if holding in a thousand words that neither of you had the energy to speak.

Every time you looked over at him, there was that flash of gold from his fang teeth when he briefly parted his lips. His dark eyes remained locked on the road ahead, never meeting yours, and you wondered if he even realized how much it hurt that he hadn’t tried to reach out in any meaningful way. There was something about the way he held himself—so guarded, so distant—that only made the frustration and anger you’d been feeling more tangible.

The hours passed with nothing but the occasional hum of the radio and the drone of the road. The tension between you two seemed to increase with every mile, a pressure that built up with every unsaid word. Even though you were sitting next to each other, it felt as though you were on entirely different planets. You tried to push the swirling thoughts in your head away, but they kept coming back—thoughts of Rhea, of Jey’s evasiveness, of your own growing doubts. You couldn’t ignore it any longer.

When the GPS signaled that you were nearing your destination, Jey took the exit for the Marriott. The hotel looked standard—modern, with sleek lines and a minimalist design that spoke of business rather than comfort. The large glass windows caught the last few rays of sunlight, making the building look polished and professional. As Jey parked the car and cut the engine, you both got out in silence. The stillness in the air was deafening as you walked towards the entrance. Neither of you made eye contact, and the shared understanding that this trip—like everything else between you two at the moment—was shrouded in unresolved tension, hung in the air like a thick fog. As Jey got his bangs and your suitcase out of the car and handed the key off to valet, you took some time to examine the lobby. Securing your Pink Christian Dior bag on your shoulder, you made your way inside.

The lobby was bright and clean, with polished floors and neutral-colored decor that didn’t seem to offer much warmth. The hum of the air conditioning and soft murmur of other guests checking in was the only sound in the space. The reception desk was manned by a young woman with a friendly smile, her eyes lighting up when she saw Jey. Despite the tension you felt, a knot twisted in your stomach at the way she greeted him, too eager, too familiar. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than just politeness.

Jey didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care. His demeanor was casual as he approached the counter, flashing the woman a quick smile before grabbing the room key. You stood off to the side, feeling the bitterness rising again. You knew it was irrational—he was friendly with people, that was just part of his job. But something about the way the woman looked at him felt too personal, too much like an insider joke, something you weren’t part of.

You followed him through the lobby, your steps slow as you tried to ignore the discomfort building inside you. The elevator ride was equally silent, the small space between you and Jey seemingly amplifying the emotional distance. He didn’t look at you once as he pressed the button for the floor, the ding of the elevator breaking the quiet as it moved upward.

When the doors opened, you both stepped out into the hallway, and Jey led the way to your room. The keycard swiped easily into the door, and it clicked open. You entered the room, and the soft, neutral tones of the decor did little to soothe your frazzled nerves. The king-sized bed was made neatly, the sheets crisply white, and the space felt sterile. There was a desk by the window and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft shadow over the room, but even the quiet comfort of the space couldn’t ease the tension that followed you inside.

Jey set his bag down on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, but there was still no attempt to break the silence. You stood by the door, your body tense, wondering if you should say something or just let the silence settle. But the words didn’t come. There was too much to say, too much that had been left unsaid for far too long.

Instead, you took a deep breath and walked over to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect yourself. The hotel room, with its impersonal design and sterile comfort, seemed to reflect the state of your relationship with Jey—something that was once warm, but now felt cold. The mirror in the bathroom caught your reflection, and you sighed. You didn’t even recognize the woman staring back at you. She looked tired—worn out from the constant emotional back-and-forth.

You ran your hands through your braids, staring at your reflection. What am I doing? You thought as you sat your bag down, but the answer was unclear. On one hand you thought that maybe you were reading into things too much because Jey had never actually cheated on you throughout your relationship or given you a reason to believe he was going anywhere. But on the other hand, the amount of insecurity and jealousy you had seemed to be taking over you all because you thought your man was entertaining other women…especially Rhea.

The sound of Jey moving around in the other room broke the silence again, but it didn’t bring any comfort. To find some form of therapy, you grabbed your bonnet out of your bag and put it on, stuffing all of your braids underneath the silk fabric before turning the shower on, hoping the sound of the water would give you a moment of peace, a moment to think. But you knew it wouldn’t. You wanted things to feel right again, but it was starting to feel like you were living in a version of reality that didn’t belong to you anymore.

As you undressed and stepped into the shower, the water rushed over you, but it couldn’t wash away the unease. The more the hot water streamed over you, the more you felt the weight of everything—of the confusion, the jealousy, the hurt. Even the soap and small bubbles couldn’t cleanse your mind. And when you stepped out and dried off, you knew it wasn’t just the hotel room that felt empty. It was the space between you and Jey.

After stepping out of the bathroom, you grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around yourself, the soft cotton providing little comfort against the swirl of emotions that still clung to you. You dropped the clothes you’d been wearing earlier into the laundry bag you found tucked in the corner of the closet, the fabric brushing against your legs as your mind raced. When you turned around, your gaze immediately landed on Jey. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands tightly intertwined in front of him. His posture was tense, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you with those dark eyes that seemed to carry all the weight of unspoken words.

It was clear he was upset, but instead of speaking, he just watched you—his jaw set, his gaze unwavering. The tension in the room thickened with every passing second, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being scrutinized under a microscope. His silence spoke louder than any argument, and it was almost like he was daring you to say something. It was as if he wanted you to stay quiet and let him carry the weight of whatever this was, to allow him to make the rules for the weekend—rules that seemed to say you were his and this trip was a way to show you that.

“Is there somethin’ you wanna say?”

“Do you see anybody in here?”

“This still don’t prove anything, why would she be here when I’m here. And again you and her are all over the net.”

“See what I’m sayin’, yo ass trippin for no reason. Ain’t nobody coming up in here. You always listening to what people on the net saying and letting them get inside yo head and shit.” He said before kissing his teeth and taking the remote turning on Peacock and putting on a random Raw taping to play in the background.

You were too in your feelings to notice it and ended up looking at him with straight anger. “Nah Joshua, you look at her like you way too comfortable. It ain’t about listenin’ to no net shit, it’s bout what I see nigga. And what I see is my man flirting with another female like he really wanna be in between her legs f’real.”

Jey let out a soft chuckle, his golden grills on his fangs lining up perfectly with his bottom teeth, but that wasn’t a funny laugh. That was a ‘I’m getting sick of this shit’ laugh and you knew it all too well. “You think I wanna be in between her legs?” He said as he turned to you and started walking toward you no longer laughing but looking deadass serious. His voice dropped a bit having the same deepness from when he was in the bloodline.

“We finna be here all weekend Y/N and you still convinced I got another woman coming to my hotel room and that I wanna be in between her legs and shit. Let me show you who legs I’m really tryna be in between since you think you know everything” he said backing you into the wall pinning both his hands on each side of you trapping you right in front of him. He then leaned forward before planting a rough but passionate kiss on your lips.

At first you gave a bit of hesitation but with the feelings and thoughts from earlier slowly starting to dissipate with his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, you gave in as you opened your mouth allowing him inside of your cavern. Your tongue collided with his as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the exchange between you two.

With one swift motion Jey’s hands left the wall and made their way to your towel instead snatching it off your body as well as your bonnet letting your most of your braids fall down your back as some fell to the sides of your face. As you began to run out of air, you slowly pulled away before taking Jey’s shirt off revealing the beautiful work of art underneath. His tribal tattoos were never failed to catch your attention, especially with how they contorted when he was mad due to his muscles tensing. Dammit Jey. You were too busy admiring him that you didn’t even notice him picking you up before your attention suddenly snapped back to him as your back hit the soft fabric of the king sized bed.

Jey kicked off his low panda dunks before crawling on top of you, you both getting into another passionate make out session before this time it was him who pulled away as he made his way to your neck. His kisses and his teeth grazing your skin made your body shudder as you leaned your head back to give him more room, while soft moans slipped from your lips. Jey’s hands glided down your waist and to your legs pushing them open as he slowly kissed down your chest, then to your stomach, and stopping just above your entrance. Now he could’ve dived right into it but he wanted to make you…wait. He placed tender kisses between your thighs making sure to go agonizingly slow before dragging his tongue between your folds and up to your clit. His hands gripped onto your legs, as he slowly dragged his tongue over your folds again.

What started out as anticipation and soft moans of pleasure quickly turned into full on moans, inappropriate sounds, and squirming. His tongue started to twist and slide through your folds and over your clit as you could do nothing but squirm as your legs began to shake. You bucked your hips as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. “Ughhh!” You couldn’t help yourself, you knew you two were in a hotel and the walls were paper thin but that didn’t stop you from letting out those sounds Jey loved so much.

“Hell nah ma, none of that runnin’ shit” he murmured pulling away just slightly before pushing your hips down and going back to putting his tongue to work. God. He moved that tongue so well. There was no way you could stay mad at him when he was making you feel this good. You couldn’t buck your hips so you were forced to literally endure the feeling of the knot in your stomach tightening along with your legs shaking. The slurping and lapping sounds of Jey eating you out didn’t help the situation as your nails found their way into his scalp. “J-Jey!” You moaned out his name as a slew of curse words left your lips due to your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, your body jolting as it did so. Gasps of air left your lips as Jey still didn’t let up knowing you loved to be overstimulated.

“S-Shit! I c-can’t, I can’t!” You said feeling another knot build up, still not fully recovered from your previous orgasm. “One more time” was all he mumbled against your folds as you suddenly felt two of his fingers enter your walls beginning to pump in and out of you. The pleasure was becoming more overwhelming by the second, with one curl of those two fingers against your g-spot you completely broke, spilling all over his fingers and his mouth. His moans beneath and the fact he was cleaning up the aftermath caused your legs to almost completely go numb, they were shaking already still reeling from the massive orgasm you just had. But it was nowhere near over yet.

Jey slowly pulled away not minding that some of your juices dripped down his beard. With one quick wipe with his hands, it was gone. With one swift finger motion, he beckoned you over as you obeyed and swung your legs to the side positioning yourself on your knees before connecting your lips with his. The taste of yourself on his tongue was driving you crazy because it was you and no one else. He returned the kiss and you being the sneaky girl you were decided to get a feel of that Samoan dick you missed so much. It was so hard, large, and you could tell he was eager based on the precum leaking from the head of it. A low growl slipped from his lips before Jey pulled away from the kiss and gently put you in doggy style position where you were facing the TV before getting behind you grabbing your hips. “You wanna feel this dick don’t you?” he asked before starting to rub his dick against your throbbing pussy, it was drenched due to the orgasms you had from earlier and that was all the lube he needed. He pushed inside of you with a quick thrust of his hips as he immediately let out a low moan with a mixture of a grunt. “God damn, baby you tight as fuck f’real” he said easing his way deeper into you which evoked a moan from you. “Yeah take all this in, all f’ me” he praised.

Your walls clenched around Jey as his soft and gentle movements turned into much more rough and faster ones. Jey was paying full attention to you right now and that’s how you liked it. He was too busy giving you back shots to think about anyone or anything else. This was how it was suppose to be. He was showing you who he truly wanted, and your body was reciprocating it. Your pussy was the one thing Jey would always get drunk off of, you’d end up in different positions afterwards and today was no different. The faster and rougher his thrusts got, the more your walls gripped him with desperation.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head as one minute you were letting out loud gasps and the next your nails were digging into the bed as Jey was pounding you from behind before forcing you to look at the tv screen in front of you. On the screen was Rhea and Damian currently attempting to take on the judgement day with just the two of them. But the numbers game was too much, you heard the YEET chants from the crowd but with Jey’s dick inside of you, it was nothing but background noise. You remembered this RAW, a lot of people expected him to be there due to the storyline. In reality he wasn’t there because they were prolonging it. But even though this was an old taping, your mind went to him not being there due to the events currently unfolding in your shared hotel room and the fact that he chose you over Rhea. Something about Rhea being dominated by the judgement day and your man being behind you made your pussy throb and your walls completely clench around Jey. “Look at that” he said while taking a hand full of your box braids into his hands. “You think she gets this dick ma, nah only you do” he said as his movement in his hips sped up and he made it a point to purposely brush over that spot of yours which caused your body to shake all over. “Uh huh, found that shit didn’t I? Doin’ all that yellin’ for no reason just to end up like this under me” he muttered before suddenly nailing that spot straight away being completely satisfied by the loud moan that left your lips. “J-Jey! P-Please…” you begged as the sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room along with your moans and his grunts. Your braids slowly fell back down over your face as Jey’s hand let go of your hair but slowly wrapped his hand around your neck instead lifting your head back making you look up at him instead. “Please what? Look at me when you talk to me ma” he said as he hit that spot over and over again. “Ughhh! F-Fuck!” You moaned up doing your best to attempt to look at Jey but the pleasure was too much. “Whatchu say ma? You ain’t telling me nothin’” he said as his strokes drove you wild. The knot in your stomach was becoming tighter and your pussy was becoming wetter and wetter. “P-Please c-cum inside me!” You screamed out, your voice breaking as tears welled up in your eyes from the pleasure. “You want me to nut in this pussy huh?” He said as his thrusts started to become sloppy indicating he was close. “Y-Yes Daddy!” You screamed as you came undone all over his cock unable to hold yourself back. Seeing you come undone was enough to send Jey over the edge as he let out a number of curse words, slamming into you one final time letting his seed cover your walls. “God damn, mmm” he said before letting out a sigh of pleasure.

Your body was slowly coming down from its third orgasm of the day before you looked at Jey panting. “We ain’t done right?” You asked not being able to help yourself.

“Done? Hell nah. We got all weekend.”

♡

Note: I really hope you liked it! 💕 also if there’s any spelling errors I’m so sorry😭

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[tribalmajesty05]

Title: The Kiss Hunt

Roman Reigns x Reader

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It was an unspoken rule by now—before every match, Roman needed his kiss.

No one knew exactly when it started, but somewhere along the way, it became part of his routine. Just like taping his wrists or putting on his vest, he wouldn’t step through that curtain without it. If you were nearby, it was easy—he’d find you, pull you in by the waist, steal a kiss, and head off to dominate in the ring.

But sometimes, you weren’t so easy to find.

Which meant he had to go on the hunt.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Where is she?” Roman grumbled, already growing impatient as he stormed through the backstage halls.

Jimmy and Jey, sitting on a crate nearby, exchanged looks before Jey smirked. “Damn, Uce. You that desperate for your good luck kiss?”

Roman shot him a look. “You got a problem with it?”

Jimmy raised his hands in defense. “Nope, just funny watching the big uce go on a scavenger hunt for his woman.”

“Shut up,” Roman muttered, moving past them.

Jey laughed. “Whipped.”

Roman ignored them.

He checked catering.

Nothing.

The women’s locker room?

Naomi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, amused as hell. “She left a few minutes ago. You really out here chasing her down, huh?”

“Where’d she go?” he asked, exasperated.

“Somewhere near the production area, I think.”

Roman groaned. He was already supposed to be at Gorilla in five minutes, but he was not stepping out there without that damn kiss.

Meanwhile, you were completely oblivious to the search party forming for you. You had stopped by the production area to chat with Bayley and Rhea when suddenly—

“There you are.”

You barely had time to turn before Roman was right in front of you, hands gripping your waist as he pulled you in.

You blinked. “Uh… hey?”

“I got a match,” he muttered, like that explained everything.

And for him, it did.

A knowing smile spread across your lips. “And what do you need before your match?”

He arched a brow. “You know.”

Bayley, standing off to the side, smirked. “God, you two are disgustingly cute.”

Rhea snorted. “Nah, this is next-level. My man’s been hunting you down like a bloodhound.”

Roman ignored them completely, his focus solely on you. “C’mon, baby. Don’t make me beg.”

Your heart flipped at the way his voice dropped, but you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little. “Beg? Now that I’d like to see.”

He huffed. “I swear to God—”

Before he could say another word, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He instantly melted into it, his grip tightening on your waist like he didn’t want to let go.

The moment should have been sweet, romantic even—if it weren’t for the round of cheers that suddenly erupted around you.

“WOOOO! GET IT, TRIBAL CHIEF!”

You pulled back to see The Usos, Solo, Seth, and even Dean standing there, all of them grinning like they just walked in on a damn rom-com.

Seth cackled. “Man, he really couldn’t go out there without it, huh?”

Dean smirked. “You got this man acting like an addict.”

Jey nudged Jimmy. “I told you, Uce. Whipped.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up, all of you.”

Roman, however, was completely unbothered. He smirked down at you, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You sighed dramatically. “I tolerate it.”

He chuckled, then leaned in to whisper, “That’s not what you were saying last night.”

Your face heated instantly.

The guys lost it.

“OH, HELL NO—”

“TOO MUCH INFO, MAN—”

“DAMN, UCE—”

Bayley covered her ears. “I did not need to hear that!”

Rhea just nodded in approval. “Respect.”

Meanwhile, Roman smirked in victory, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before finally backing away. “Alright, I’m good now.”

Jey threw his hands up. “Oh, now you good?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Man, if y’all ever break up, we’re done for.”

You crossed your arms. “Not happening.”

Roman smirked. “Damn right.”

And with that, he walked off toward Gorilla, leaving everyone behind to recover from the overwhelming amount of PDA.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Dean shook his head with a grin. “Man, y’all are something else.”

You just shrugged, smiling to yourself. Because honestly?

You wouldn’t change a thing.

[mamisalwaysontop96]

Warrior #rheabloodyripley 🗡️ 🥵

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

One thing I’ll say about Elimination Chamber 2025:

After this event, Cody Rhodes and CM Punk have been cemented as the main babyfaces of WWE. Cody is now the ultimate underdog, going against the Hollywood monsters who sold their souls. Cody not only refused to sell his soul, but reaffirmed that his soul is with the WWE audience and even told the Rock to go fuck himself with his offer. So in addition to being the underdog hero, he’s now the current people’s champion.

As for CM Punk, they gave him the Stone Cold moment. Instead of tapping out to Cena’s STF, he was so stubborn in his desire to win that he passed out. And just to add on to this, he only lost because he got screwed over by Seth Rollins. After years of the audience wanting him to be in the main event of Wrestlemania, the crowd is 100% going to be on his side when he goes on the hunt for Seth. He was already over as a babyface. Now? He’s OVER over.

So basically, Cena and Rock have helped Cody Rhodes cement his status as the top babyface/people’s champ of the Netflix era. CM Punk is now the top “antihero” babyface, the one who has a bit more of an edge but still gets the pop of a babyface. They’re the Rock/Stone Cold of this generation. Or the Cena/Orton.

[spiicii]

jimmy uso / sweet leaf

x fem!reader   word count → 3.1k summary → fights between the twins always ends badly. with jimmy in a bad mood, he needs his sweet girl to help him relax. links → masterlist / taglist tags → recreational drug use (marijuana), smoking, shotgunning, oral fixation, cockwarming, daddy kink, light dom/sub, unprotected piv sex, sex under the influence, mentions of violence, mentions of minor injuries (cuts, bruises, etc.)

The twins didn’t fight often, but when they did things got ugly. It almost always ended in blows, their words vicious and cruel. Roman was usually the only one who could get them to calm down. He had a way of soothing their inflamed tempers, a skill he’d picked up from their many years travelling together, and, if it came down to it, he was usually the only one strong enough (and brave enough) to pull the twins apart if things got physical. 

But Roman hadn’t been there this time. 

You weren’t entirely sure what had happened after the show, but when Jimmy came home with a cut above his eyebrow and a split lip, you knew it hadn’t been pretty. He’d been too angry to speak at first, barely casting a glance in your direction as he threw his bag down and stomped to the bedroom. 

You watched him with a raised eyebrow, considering your next move. Whenever he got this mad you knew it was best to give him space. Jimmy wasn’t one to get angry often. Sure, the two of you had experienced your share of arguments in the past, but Jimmy was never mad. For a long time, you didn’t think it was even possible. He was too unserious, too goofy, too easy-going to be angry. Except when it came to his twin. 

Jey seemed to be the only one who could push him to the breaking point. In all your time together, you had never witnessed Jimmy’s raw, unfiltered rage. It had shocked you the first time you saw it, though Roman had been quick to reassure you that this was normal for twins. They loved each other fiercely. It would make sense they would hate each other fiercely as well. They were just too alike. Two sides of the same coin. They’d spent their entire life with the same face, the same mannerisms, the same everything. No matter how much they loved each other, things would eventually boil over. 

As you mused on this, Jimmy finally exited the bedroom, his curls wet from a shower. He’d changed into a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare as he made his way to the balcony. He avoided your gaze, saying nothing as he opened the door and slammed it behind him. You watched through the blinds as he collapsed on one of the cushioned chairs outside, his head turned to take in the sprawl of the city far below. 

You gave it some more time. 

Eventually you saw smoke begin to curl around Jimmy’s head, his body relaxing further and further into the chair, and you knew it was probably safe to approach him now. 

You grabbed the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink and made your way to the balcony. The night was chilly and you shivered, dressed in nothing but one of Jimmy’s old t-shirts that was far too big for you. Despite his bare chest, Jimmy didn’t seem to mind the cold, leaning back against the chair to let out a long exhale of smoke.  You considered going back inside to grab him a jacket, but you quickly abandoned the idea when he lifted a hand and beckoned you to his side. 

You offered him a small smile as he allowed you to straddle his lap, though he didn’t reciprocate, his face impassive as he took another drag from the blunt in his hand. You noticed that he was careful to keep it away from the cut on his lip, smoke circling his head like a halo as he let out another exhale. You noticed too that his knuckles were bruised and swollen, though he made no comment about them when he caught you staring. 

As he kept you perched on his lap, you couldn’t help but reach out to touch the miles of golden muscle beneath you. Your fingers traced the tribal ink that circled his left pectoral, following the ink up to his shoulder and arm. His skin was soft, but the muscle beneath was hard, the result of hours in the gym and the ring. He watched you carefully as you kept your hands on him, his face giving nothing away. 

You felt his free hand creep up your side, his touch warm as he curled his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. Still, he said nothing, his eyes dark as he stared at you. 

“Will you let me clean it?” You murmured, motioning to the cut above his eyebrow. Jimmy didn’t seem pleased, but after a moment’s consideration he gave you a begrudging nod. 

You felt him tense beneath you as you disinfected the wound, the fingers on your hip beginning to dig into your skin. Eventually he relaxed, keeping his eyes on you and ignoring how the blunt in his hand was beginning to burn out. He seemed to have forgotten about it, making no effort to reach for the lighter beside him. Instead he seemed to be memorizing every contour and line on your face, the smoke on the balcony beginning to clear. 

And when you were done, you made sure to place a butterfly bandage above the cut to hold the skin together, your eyes flickering down to catch Jimmy’s smoldering gaze. It was too dark outside to tell if his eyes were red yet, but his gaze seemed a little too sharp to make you think the weed had done its job of relaxing him. When you motioned to the cut on his lip, he waved you away, plucking the first aid kit from your hands and tossing it to the side. 

He placed the unlit blunt between his soft lips, now using both hands to pull you deeper into his lap. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist, one of his hands reaching up underneath your shirt to caress the soft skin of your back. His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was gentle, almost teasing. 

As he pulled you closer, you could feel his clothed erection beneath you, your pussy already spasming at its close proximity. You felt your body begin to relax, though you weren’t sure if it was from the smoke or Jimmy’s intoxicating touch. He looked so beautiful tonight, his dark hair cascading down his strong shoulders, his eyes glinting with an emotion you couldn’t name. And when the rough pads of his fingers ghosted across your spine you felt goosebumps explode across your skin, your empty hole continuing to pulse and thrum just from Jimmy’s touch alone. 

“Gimme a light, baby,” He rumbled, nodding his head to the lighter resting on the table beside you. 

You were quick to obey, flicking the wheel and allowing the glow to illuminate his features. His dark eyes reflected the flame, making him look almost sinister as the joint sizzled back to life. And when you shut the lighter off you could still see sparks dancing in his eyes as he stared at you. 

He took a long drag, filling his lungs before releasing with a long exhale, smoke swirling around you once again. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips. They looked impossibly soft and you watched as they curved around the blunt, the sight beautiful, before he reached up to remove it, breathing out more smoke into the night air. 

You couldn’t help but reach out to trace the shape of his lips, careful to avoid the cut where Jey’s fist had connected. Jimmy continued to watch you, his hands warm against your back as he kept you balanced on his lap. You could feel the hard length of his cock press against your core, but he didn’t seem too concerned about it. Instead, he kept his eyes on you before taking another drag. 

You gasped when his hand shot out and grabbed your jaw, pulling you closer to him. 

“Open.” His command was soft and you were powerless to deny him, your body obeying on instinct as your mouth fell open and he blew the smoke past your waiting lips. 

You had already begun to feel the effects of the smoke from being out here for so long, but inhaling the earthy blend, mixed with the sweet smell of Jimmy’s breath, had your head spinning. You felt your eyes water, though there was no burn as you inhaled. Jimmy kept that firm hand on your jaw and you waited, holding the smoke in the expanse of your lungs before finally exhaling again. 

“Good girl.” Jimmy’s words were a soft croon and your eyelids fluttered at his praise, a warm feeling beginning to spread through your body. Jimmy kept his hand on your jaw, the rough pads of his fingers caressing the skin there. He seemed to be admiring you, your body soft and pliable beneath his capable hands. 

A gust of wind blew through the balcony and you watched as goosebumps broke out across Jimmy’s chest, the air seemingly growing colder by the minute. He didn’t seem to notice, his dark eyes fixed on you as you shivered in his lap. 

“You’re cold.” It was more of a statement than a question, Jimmy’s voice an octave deeper than usual. He moved his free hand to your exposed leg, gently rubbing the skin there in an effort to simulate warmth. 

“So are you.” You whispered, your fingers tracing the flurry of goosebumps near his collarbone. 

Jimmy hummed noncommittally, shifting again so that his hard length was pressed even more firmly between your legs. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling, amusement glinting in Jimmy’s eyes. 

“Keep me warm then, ma.” 

The implication of his words was clear and you were quick to reach for the strings of his sweatpants. While it would be in his best interest to help you along, he seemed content to lean back and watch instead, taking another hit from the joint as wispy plumes of smoke danced in the air around you. 

You didn’t miss his low chuckle as you pressed his length against your soaked hole, seemingly pleased to learn how wet you already were. He kept his hand on your leg to keep you balanced, watching with hooded eyes as you began to sink down onto his cock. You let out a small gasp, your toes curling at the slight burn you felt as your body struggled to accommodate his size. 

You kept your hands on your strong chest in an effort to stay grounded, trying not to writhe at the feeling of his massive cock splitting you open. Jimmy moved his hand back to your torso in an effort to keep you still, his grip firm as you continued to lower yourself onto his length. 

“There ya go,” Jimmy crooned, allowing you to take your time until he fully bottomed out. 

You shivered again, though this time it wasn’t from the cold. You felt impossibly full, his wide cock brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you as pleasure began to unfurl in your core. You felt your hips move to instinctively chase the feeling, but Jimmy’s grip on you tightened and you stilled, a small whimper escaping your lips. 

“Be a good girl and keep Daddy’s cock warm, sweetheart,” Jimmy hummed, his voice calm but his tone leaving no room for argument. “You can do that, can’t you?” 

You nodded, forcing your hips to stay still even as your cunt fluttered and spasmed around Jimmy’s length. Jimmy didn’t seem to notice, keeping that firm hand on your torso as he reclined in the chair. Your eyes flickered to the blunt in his hand and he gave you a knowing smile. 

“Want another hit, baby?” 

You nodded and Jimmy’s hand was back on your jaw. 

“Open.” 

You obeyed, your lips forming a small ‘o’ as Jimmy took another pull from the blunt. The joint sizzled, sparks dancing in Jimmy’s eyes again, before he leaned up to meet your parted lips. Your noses were almost touching, his lips ghosting yours as he passed the smoke to you. His dark eyes were mesmerizing, the hand on your jaw firm as he pulled you closer. And when you finally exhaled, Jimmy closed the distance between you, his lips soft against yours as he offered you a kiss. 

You felt your body relax at his touch, euphoria already beginning to cloud your mind as your limbs grew heavy and your cunt swirled around Jimmy’s heavy length inside you. 

His kiss was tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the dominant hand on your jaw, and when he pulled back you could see desire gleaming in his eyes. 

“So sweet to me, honey,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Too sweet.” 

Your brain was already foggy, both from the weed and from your own desire, but you still had enough sense to shake your head, disagreeing with him. 

He smiled at you and it was far more vulnerable than you were expecting. 

“Too sweet for anyone, baby. I don’t deserve you.” 

You made a distressed noise at his words and he was quick to shush you, flicking the blunt, which was now nothing more than a small stub, to the side. He wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer and pressing his lips to your neck. 

You felt dizzy, letting out a small whine as his cock brushed against your g-spot again. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he breathed, his hands warm again on your back. “Daddy’s gotchu. Just relax fo’ me, baby.”

You obeyed, allowing all the tension to bleed from your muscles as you leaned into him. His lips were warm against your neck, peppering sweet kisses along the delicate skin of your windpipe as he held you close. And when he reached up to tangle his long fingers into your hair, tugging gently on the scalp to expose more of your neck, you allowed it, your body pliant and submissive for him. 

You could feel his teeth scraping against the pulse point beneath your jaw and he tensed, seemingly resisting the urge to bite and stake his claim there. Instead, he forced himself to move on, licking a hot stripe beneath your ear just to watch you tremble with need. 

You felt like you were floating now, Jimmy’s touch the only thing keeping you from drifting off into the stratosphere. Your body seemed to be singing beneath his warm hands and you struggled to keep your eyes open as Jimmy continued to press adoring kisses into your neck, his beard scratching against your skin. 

“So perfect.” He mumbled into your neck, his cock twitching inside you as he kept you close. “My perfect girl.” 

You hummed in appreciation, watching as he leaned back again to stare at you. His gaze seemed less sharp now, his body more relaxed as he held you in his arms. And when you met his eyes, he couldn’t help but beam at you, his smile a burst of sunshine on the dark balcony. 

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his hands running appreciatively across your exposed skin. “All relaxed and sweet fo’ me.” 

You offered him a dazed smile of your own, watching as he reached out to grab another joint from the table beside you. He placed it between his lips, his tongue darting out to roll it from side to side, and you were enamored by the sight. 

“Gimme another light, honey,” he murmured, once again reclining in his chair as he kept his free hand on your hip. “Be a good girl.” 

You obeyed, allowing the sweet aroma of the smoke to completely overtake your senses. He continued to blow more smoke into your waiting mouth, his firm hand on your jaw the only thing keeping you from falling out of his lap as the world spun around you. 

And when he finally did move his hips, shallowly thrusting up in your leaking hole, you couldn’t contain the moan that tore from your throat. The feeling was otherworldly. Your senses were heightened, your body sensitive as Jimmy slowly fucked into you. You could see shapes and colors dance across your vision, your body pliable and loose in his strong arms. 

Jimmy’s thrusts begin to speed up, your pussy drooling around his cock as you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“Look at me, baby.” Jimmy’s voice was breathless and you forced yourself to open your eyes, feeling untethered and listless despite his arms wrapped around you. “You gonna come, sweetheart? Gonna make a mess fo’ me?” 

You nodded as best as you could, the movement slow and syrupy. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, a new kaleidoscope of colors flickering across your vision as he began to aim for that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. 

“Go ahead, angel. It’s alright. Daddy’s gotchu.” 

Your body didn’t feel like your own as the tension snapped, the orgasm so euphoric that you felt as though you might melt into a puddle on the floor. Your body went limp, your muscles spent as Jimmy held you close, his breath warm in your ear as he cradled you against his chest. 

“Almost there, baby.” He gasped, his balls smacking against you with every thrust. “So good fo’ me. Always so perfect, sweet girl.” 

You hummed lazily at his words, pressing open-mouthed kisses into his neck even as the world spun around you, still dizzy with the ecstasy he’d given you. 

Jimmy let out a low, creaky moan, the sound beautiful as he spilled into you. You could feel your walls continue to spasm and contract around him, your body determined to milk every last drop from his softening cock. Your brain was still having trouble forming a coherent thought, your muscles still tingling from pleasure. 

When Jimmy leaned back to look at you, you realized that your vision was fuzzy, your mind struggling to focus on Jimmy’s lazy smile as he brushed some of the hair from your face.

“You alright, baby?” He murmured and you could only nod, your tongue heavy in your mouth. 

Jimmy's smile was dazzling, stars practically twinkling off his white teeth as he held your faraway gaze. For the first time tonight you noticed that his anger was completely gone now. There were no signs of stress or worry across his handsome face, his body completely relaxed now as he kept his large hands encircling your torso. 

“Sweet.” He slurred, his eyes hazy. “So sweet. My sweet girl.” 

He kept you there, his cock still plugged inside you to keep the mess from dribbling out. And when he kissed you again, that was the only word you could think of too: sweet.

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[onlyangel4]

picking up the broken pieces. seth rollins. roman reigns. final part.

cheater!seth rollins x reader. roman reigns x reader.

synopsis: after your world turns upside down overnight, roman is there to help you put the pieces back together.

faceclaim: eiza gonzález

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // final part

series taglist: @tinyxrose @daemyratwst @mamis-girly @cutttteeee @pleasantlycrazyworld

authors note: thank you guys so much for all the love on this series. it is by far one of my favourite things i have ever written. if you have any requests do send them in!

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written: scoping out the arena with big man

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written: ready to take out the trash tonight

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standing next to roman backstage you could feel your heart beating quicker than ever before, a sense of anxiety bubbling within you. and roman could feel it to. he looked down at you with soft eyes, "we've got this", he whispered softly in your ear, "everything is going to work out for us, i promise", he spoke as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

becky and seth had already done their entrance, it was a pretentious as them, loud and brash the complete opposite to what you two had planned. a stage hand came up to you giving you nod that it was your turn. and roman gave you one last smile before the whole arena blacked out.

The only sound in the arena was a slow, rhythmic heartbeat pulsing through the speakers, each beat echoing like a war drum. Then the titantron flickered to life, glitching with distorted clips of seth and becky laughing, taunting, standing tall with the championship. then, the images burnt away, revealing footage of your brutal attack, the steel chair crashing down on your knee, the anguish on your face. the screen glitched one more time, this time showing you and roman, side by side, staring straight into the camera.

then the sound of a thunder crack engulfed the entire stadium with fire shooting from the stage.

the heartbeat stopped and was replaced by the booming sound of heavy drums, a deep orchestral version of roman's theme song echoed out into the atmosphere.

At the top of the ramp, you and roman emerged from the flames.

roman stood tall, his black tactical pants streaked with deep red, a gold-trimmed vest covered his chest like battle armour. his red-lined cloak floated behind him, moving like a king leading his army into war. his face was set in stone cold, unshaken, ready for reckoning.

you stood beside him head high, eyes locked on the ring. your deep red two-piece gear gleamed under the flickering flames, the gold flame-like embroidery licking up the sides of your legs and arms like a warrior reborn in fire. a floor-length black cloak, lined in red, drapes over your shoulders, moving like smoke as you walked with fists clenched at your sides, each step a declaration that you are back, and that you are coming for everything that was taken from you.

you both stood still for a moment, staring down at the ring, the flames illuminating your faces in an ominous glow.

then a final explosion was followed by flames illuminating the walk towards the ring

roman took the first step, slow and deliberate, his presence alone commanding the energy in the stadium. you moved beside him, shoulders squared, your determination matching his.

as you reached the ring, roman climbed the steel steps first, holding the ropes open for you to slide through. inside, you threw off your cloak, revealing the full battle-ready attire, while roman removed his vest, cracking his neck.

then, as the lights return, roman raised his fist high in the air while you threw your arms wide, tilting your head back, soaking in the energy.

your message is clear, this isn’t just a match. this is retribution.

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the energy inside the stadium was electric as you and Roman stood across the ring from seth and becky, your former closest allies turned bitter enemies. the tension was thick, the air charged with anticipation as the referee held up the raw women’s championship, displaying what you could gain and what becky could lose from this match. the bell rang, and war began. roman and seth started the match, roman started with a spear the force of their collision shaking the ring. following this seth tried to outmanoeuvre roman, using his speed to dodge and weave, but roman was relentless. he caught seth mid-dodge and threw him into the corner like a ragdoll before decking him with a thunderous clothesline, getting a two count. and when seth got to his feet he barely avoided a superman punch and, desperate for an opening, raked roman’s eyes behind the referee’s back before tagging becky in.

the moment becky stepped into the ring, you were right there, unleashing months of pent up rage in a flurry of strikes, forearm, kick, spinning elbow. becky stumbled back, caught off guard by the fire inside of you that she had previously underestimated. attempting to shift the momentum, becky went for a suplex, but you twisted mid air, landing on your feet and end up cracking Becky with a stiff enzuigiri. just as you went for a running knee strike, seth reached in from outside the ring, tripping your foot and causing you to crash face first into the mat. roman immediately rushed over, chasing seth off, worried expression painting his features. but the distraction allowed becky to slam your knee hard against the mat, targeting the previous injury. you screamed in pain as becky smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing.

from that moment on, becky took full control, isolating you and cutting the ring in half. she targeted your already injured knee with ruthless precision, stomping and locking you in brutal holds. all while seth taunted roman from the apron, laughing, knowing that he was seething with frustration, unable to protect you from the assault on your body. every time you got close to tagging out, becky would yank you back, eventually locking in the dis-arm-her in the centre of the ring. your teeth gritted as you began clawing toward the ropes with everything you had. the crowd erupted as you finally grasped them, forcing becky to break the hold. the damage, however, had been done. you clutched your arm and knee, barely able to gather the energy to stand.

becky set up for the manhandle slam, but you countered at the last second, rolling through and lunging towards the corner. with everything you had left you managed to make the tag. roman exploded into the ring like a force of nature, dropping seth with a massive clothesline, following up with a samoan drop. the crowd roared as he cocked his fist, measuring seth up for a superman punch. but before he could strike, becky jumped on his back, clawing at his face to stop him. you, still hurting, pushed yourrself back into the ring and grabbed becky by her hair, yanking her off of Roman and delivering a thunderous german suplex. the momentum shifted, but seth, desperate, grabbed a steel chair from ringside while the referee was distracted. he swung at roman only for roman to dodge and spear him clean through the ropes, sending the both of them out of the ring.

back inside the ring, you and becky were both staggering to your feet, exhausted. you locked eyes, knowing this was the final stand. becky charged first, but you sidestepped, countering with a devastating final judgment driver, your legal adaptation of a package pile driver. becky’s body hit the mat with a sickening thud. the crowd counted along as you struggled but managed to drape an arm over her chest. one… the crowd waited with baited breath, two… maybe she did it, three, the roof of the stadium practically blew off as the crowd erupted.

the referee handed you the championship, and the weight of it in your hands sent a wave of emotion through you. you had done it, despite everything, you had achieved greatest on the grandest stage of them all. roman slid back into the ring, immediately wrapping his arms around you, steadying you like a life line as you clutched the title close to your chest. as fireworks exploded above the stadium, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “you did it.” you smiled up at him, breathless, as seth sat at ringside, watching them with a mixture of shock and regret. becky lay motionless in the ring, having just lost it all.

as the celebration continued, the roar of the crowd engulfed you. but at one point the crowd got even louder. your eyes looked down the ramp and charlotte was running full pelt right towards you, the brightest smile resting on her lips. she launched herself inside of the ring arms opening wide to pull you into the tightest hug imaginable. that was when the tears fell from your eyes. you were in the ring celebrating your first ever championship win with both your two favourite people by your side. that meant more than anyone else would ever be able to understand. charlotte pulled away from the hug, "i fucking told you. you are stronger than you know", she spoke with a bright smile on her lips before turning to roman. she gave him a hug getting on her tiptoes, "thank you for looking after our girl", she whispered in his ear before slipping back out of the ring so you and roman could continue to soak in your moment.

roman looked down at you, his dark eyes filled with something deeper than pride. he reached out, brushing a strand of sweat dampened hair from your face, his thumb ghosting over the fresh bruise on your cheek. “you did it”, he murmured again, this time softer, more personal.

you barely had time to think before you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. the crowd exploded. it wasn’t hesitant or unsure. it was raw, passionate, a declaration for the world to see. roman instantly responded, his arms wrapping securely around your waist as he deepened the kiss. the cameras caught every second, the wwe universe watching in stunned silence before breaking into wild cheers. charlotte clapping from ringside, so incredibly happy for you and proud of you for rebuilding your life, after everything you had been through.

at ringside, seth’s expression hardened, his hands gripping his hair in frustration, his regret now fully visible. becky, still struggling to sit up, looked between seth and the couple in the ring, realisation dawning in her tired eyes. she would always be a mistake that cost him the girl he loved.

roman pulled back slightly, his forehead still pressed against yours, and he smirked, his voice just loud enough for the cameras to catch, “guess we don’t have to hide anymore.”

you laughed breathlessly, holding your championship tighter, as the fireworks continued to explode around you. roman was right, you did it, you proved everyone wrong.

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written: if i can do this, you can do anything

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y/ninsta: we did that shit

romanreigns: you did that shit, i was just there to support

charlottewwe: finally my girl is getting the treatment she deserves

romanreigns: she deserves the world

user11: that was one of the best wrestlemania matches ever

user12: this power couple is insane

user13: so proud of y/n

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the adrenaline had faded, replaced by a deep exhaustion that settled in your bones. but neither you or roman could sleep. wrestlemania was over. the war had been won. and now, in the quiet of your hotel room, away from the cameras, the screaming fans, and the chaos of the night, it was just you and roman.

you were sat on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, dressed in one of Roman’s oversized hoodies, the championship belt resting on your lap. you ran your fingers over the gold, tracing the engraved letters, still processing that it was actually yours. across from you, roman stood leaning against the dresser, watching you with an expression so soft it made your heart ache.

"you keep staring," she teased, lifting your gaze to meet his.

roman smirked, pushing off the dresser and walking toward you. "can you blame me? i just watched my girl go out there and prove to the whole world that she’s untouchable." his voice was deep, full of admiration as he crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. "you're incredible, y/n."

you exhaled, shaking your head with a small, disbelieving laugh. "i couldn't have done it without you, you know."

roman frowned at that, tilting his head slightly. "nah, don't give me that. i was there, sure. but this was all you" he reached up, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek. "you're stronger than you think, and i need you to see that the way i do."

your chest tightened at his words. the way he looked at you, like you were something precious, something worth protecting, not because you were weak, but because you deserved to be cherished. no one had ever looked at you like that before.

"you make me feel like i can do anything," you whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

roman smiled, moving to sit beside you on the bed, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. his arms circled around you, holding you close as you melted against his chest, your head resting just over his heart. "that’s because you can," he murmured against your hair, pressing a lingering kiss there.

you sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of his steady heartbeat grounding you. then, softly, you spoke, barely above a whisper, "i love you, roman.", you confessed for the first time.

his arms tightened around you instantly. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his warm brown eyes searching yours, and for a split second, you worried that you had said too much too soon.

but then he smiled, that slow, breathtakingly beautiful smile, and cupped your face in his hands. "i love you too, y/n," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "i think i’ve been in love with you for a long time."

your breath hitched, and before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, soft and unhurried, nothing like the kiss you had shared in the ring. this one wasn’t about proving a point. it wasn’t about the cameras or the wwe universe.

this was just for you.

when he finally pulled away, your forehead pressed to his, you let out a content sigh.

for the first time in a long time you felt safe, you felt loved and you felt cherished. all because of him.

[keekee-23]

Unspoken Desires

A Y/N x Damian Priest Fanfiction

Warning: Smut

Summary: Damian Priest offers Y/N a place to stay during her house fumigation. She accidentally catches Damian in an intimate moment, leading to a passionate encounter that reveals their hidden feelings.

Y/N sighed as she locked the front door of her house, taking one last glance at the “Fumigation in Progress” sign staked in her front yard. She knew it was necessary, but the inconvenience of finding somewhere to stay for a few days wasn’t something she’d anticipated. Fortunately, her good friend Damian Priest had offered her a solution. He had invited her to stay at his place until the fumigation was complete. While she initially hesitated, his genuine concern and insistence had won her over.

The thought of being so close to Damian made her nervous, not because she feared for her safety—she knew he would protect her without a second thought—but because of the feelings she had been harboring for him, feelings she had kept hidden for far too long.

When she arrived at Damian’s place, she was struck by how comfortable and inviting it was. Damian’s home was a perfect reflection of him—modern, stylish, and undeniably masculine. The walls were adorned with a mixture of Batman, horror paraphilia and Asian inspired decor, and the furniture was sleek yet comfortable.

He greeted her with his usual charming smile, his tall, muscular frame leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Make yourself at home, Y/N,” Damian said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I’m really glad you decided to stay here. It’ll be nice having some company.”

Y/N returned his smile, though her heart was pounding in her chest. “Thanks, Damian. I really appreciate you letting me crash here. I didn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not imposing at all,” he assured her, his dark eyes holding hers for a moment longer than usual. “I’m happy to have you here.”

The warmth in his voice made her stomach flutter. She had always been attracted to Damian—who wouldn’t be? He was tall, tatted, handsome, and had an effortless charisma that drew people to him. But there was more to him than his looks. He was kind, thoughtful, and had a way of making her feel special, even when she was just a friend in his orbit. And now, staying under his roof, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way about her.

After Y/N settled in, Damian insisted on making dinner. He moved confidently around the kitchen, his strong hands expertly chopping vegetables and seasoning the meat. Y/N watched him from the kitchen island, admiring the way his muscles flexed under his shirt as he worked.

“You’re quite the chef,” Y/N remarked, trying to distract herself from the way her body was reacting to him.

Damian chuckled, glancing at her over his shoulder. “I like to cook. It helps me unwind after a long day. Plus, it’s a great way to impress guests.”

Y/N smirked, feeling a little more at ease. “Well, consider me impressed.”

They ate together at the dining table, the atmosphere comfortable but with an undercurrent of tension that neither could ignore. They talked about everything and nothing— her job, his upcoming wrestling tours, their mutual friends, old memories—but there was something different about their conversation tonight. Damian seemed more attentive, his gaze lingering on her lips when she spoke, his hand brushing hers when he passed her the salt. Y/N felt the heat rise in her cheeks every time their eyes met.

After dinner, they moved to the living room. Damian poured them each a glass of wine, and they sat on the couch, the dim lighting creating an intimate ambiance. They continued talking, their conversation flowing easily, but Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen, something that would change everything between them.

When it was finally time to call it a night, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. The day had been surprisingly perfect, and the thought of it ending left her with a longing she couldn’t quite shake.

“Goodnight, Damian,” she said softly as he showed her to the guest room, the wine having left her feeling warm and slightly flushed.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, his voice low and filled with something she couldn’t quite place. “Sleep well.”

She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Her heart was still racing, her mind replaying every moment of the evening. It was as if something had shifted between them, something subtle but undeniable.

Y/N changed into her pajamas and slipped into the guest bed, but sleep wouldn’t come.

Her mind replayed the evening's events, the way Damian had looked at her, the subtle touches that sent shivers down her spine. Did he feel the same way she did? Or was she imagining things, letting her attraction to him cloud her judgment?

Sometime later, she woke up with the need to use the bathroom. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as she padded down the hallway. On her way back to the guest room, something caught her attention. Damian’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a soft light spilled into the hallway.

Curiosity got the best of her, and Y/N found herself peeking through the crack in the door. What she saw made her heart stop.

Damian was lying on his bed, his shirt discarded on the floor, his muscular chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. One hand gripped the sheets beside him, while the other was wrapped around his length, moving with steady, deliberate strokes. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what she was witnessing. But what shocked her more than anything was hearing him moan her name, his voice thick with desire.

“Y/N…”

The sound of her name falling from his lips sent a shockwave of arousal through her body. She should have turned away, given him his privacy, but she was rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of him pleasuring himself, thinking of her.

She bit her lip, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs as she watched him. The sight of Damian in such an intimate moment, his face contorted in pleasure as he whispered her name, was the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. Her pulse quickened, and she felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to go to him, to be the one to satisfy the desire he was feeling.

But just as she tried to back away, her foot accidentally bumped into a small table by the wall, the sound echoing loudly in the silent hallway. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat as Damian’s eyes snapped open and locked onto hers.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Y/N’s face burned with embarrassment, her mind racing as she tried to come up with an excuse, anything to explain why she was standing there, watching him. But Damian’s expression was calm, almost amused, as if he had been expecting this all along.

Slowly, he sat up and adjusted himself. His movements were deliberate as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. Y/N’s eyes were drawn to his body, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of being caught in such a compromising position. If anything, he looked pleased.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Her brain was still trying to process what she had just seen, what she was still seeing. Damian’s eyes were dark with desire as he stood and slowly walked toward her, his movements predatory, like a panther stalking its prey.

Y/N’s body reacted before her mind could catch up, her heart pounding in her chest as he approached. She knew she should turn and run, retreat to the safety of the guest room, but she couldn’t move. The way he was looking at her, with such raw, unfiltered lust, made her knees weak.

When he was only a foot away, Damian reached out, his hand cupping her cheek as he gazed down at her. His touch was warm, his thumb gently stroking her skin as he tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to see that,” he murmured, his voice sending vibrations through her body. “But I’m glad you did.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. There was something in his tone, something in the way he was looking at her, that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall. Her mind was racing, trying to process what was happening, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from his body, the way his breath ghosted over her skin.

“I… I didn’t mean to—” she started, but Damian cut her off with a soft shush.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. His touch was gentle, but there was a firmness to it that made her shiver. “How long I’ve imagined this?”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his eyes, left no room for doubt. He wanted her—just as much as she wanted him.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it, but she didn’t care anymore. The truth was out, and there was no taking it back now.

Damian’s eyes darkened with desire, and before she could say another word, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Y/N melted into him, her hands coming up to clutch his shoulders as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

The kiss was everything she had imagined it would be—intense, passionate, and filled with a longing that had been building between them for so long. Damian’s hands roamed her body, exploring every curve with a reverence that made her feel cherished, desired. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl.

He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, and Y/N moaned softly into his mouth. She could feel the heat of his arousal through his boxers against her, and it only fueled her own desire. She wanted him—needed him—more than she had ever needed anyone.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed. Y/N’s heart pounded with excitement as he laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, every movement deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” Y/N admitted, her voice trembling with anticipation. She reached up, tracing the lines of his jaw with her fingertips, marveling at the softness of his skin beneath her touch. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Damian.”

Her confession seemed to ignite something in him. With a low growl, Damian claimed her lips once more, the kiss searing and intense. His hands were everywhere, sliding beneath her shirt to push it up and over her head, discarding it carelessly to the floor. Y/N’s breath hitched as his hands moved to her bra, deftly unclasping it before tossing it aside. He paused for a moment, his gaze raking over her exposed chest, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, and lower still. Y/N’s breath hitched as he kissed his way down to her breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease one of her hardened nipples.

Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed as Damian gently took her nipple into his mouth, sending a surge of pleasure through her. The sensation was overwhelming, and she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished her breasts with tender attention. His tongue teased and his lips caressed, each movement igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. Damian’s hands began to explore further, slipping under the waistband of her shorts with a deliberate, slow motion, smoothly tugging them down along with her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

Once she was completely bare before him, Damian paused to drink in the sight of her. His eyes traced every curve, every inch of her exposed skin with an intensity that made Y/N’s heart race. The heat of his gaze made her skin tingle, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks under his thorough scrutiny. Yet, despite her initial shyness, the way he looked at her—with such raw, unfiltered admiration—made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Y/N's thoughts blurred, lost in the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her. The earlier embarrassment she had felt was now a distant memory, drowned out by the overwhelming desire that consumed her. All she could focus on was Damian—how incredible his touch felt, how deeply she craved him. Every caress, every kiss was like a spark to the fire burning within her, intensifying her need for him with each passing moment.

Sensing the depth of her longing, Damian's lips began to travel lower, brushing over the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His hands followed, gentle yet firm, as they continued to explore her body. He paused briefly, lifting his gaze to meet hers, his eyes dark with desire and filled with a silent question. Y/N, breathless and unable to speak, simply nodded, her consent clear in the way her body responded to his touch.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Damian leaned down, his lips pressing a tender, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Every movement, every touch, was filled with a reverence that made her feel cherished, desired, and utterly consumed by the moment.

Y/N bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as his lips moved closer to the place where she needed him most. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling with anticipation as Damian continued his exploration, his mouth leaving no inch of her untouched.

When his tongue finally flicked over her sensitive core, Y/N cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Damian’s grip on her tightened, holding her in place as he delved deeper, his tongue teasing and tasting her with a skill that made her head spin.

He worked her with a precision that spoke of experience, his movements deliberate and focused. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to drive her to the edge of ecstasy. Y/N’s moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as she lost herself in the sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure.

“Damian…” she gasped, her hands reaching for him, needing to feel him, to touch him.

Damian lifted his head, his lips glistening with her arousal as he crawled back up her body. He kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and Y/N’s desire for him only intensified. She could feel him, hard and ready against her thigh, and she wanted him inside her, needed him more than anything she had ever needed before.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with the intensity of her longing.

Damian didn’t keep her waiting long. He quickly stripped away his boxers, revealing his tatted muscular body in all its glory. Y/N’s eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his chest and abs, the way his body seemed to radiate strength and power. And then there was the hard, thick length of him, standing proudly between his legs, a clear testament to his desire for her.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as her eyes locked onto his. Damian’s gaze was molten with need as he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in another heated kiss as he guided himself to her entrance, the tip of him brushing against her wetness.

Y/N moaned softly into his mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as she sought to bring him closer. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, her body aching for him, for the fulfillment she knew only he could provide.

Damian groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as he slowly began to push inside her. He moved with a deliberate slowness, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious combination of pleasure and pressure that had Y/N gasping for breath.

When he was fully seated inside her, Damian paused, his forehead resting against hers as they both took a moment to savor the feeling of being so intimately connected. Y/N’s breath came in shallow pants as she adjusted to the size of him, her body stretching to accommodate him in a way that felt almost sinful.

“You feel so good,” Damian whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before slowly beginning to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with a smooth, controlled thrust.

Y/N moaned, her head falling back against the pillows as she gave herself over to the sensation. Every thrust was measured, deliberate, as Damian took his time, building a slow, steady rhythm that left her trembling with need. He was relentless, driving into her with a precision that made her toes curl, each stroke sending waves of pleasure radiating out from her core.

“Damian,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his back as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin, punctuated by the breathless moans and gasps that fell from her lips.

Damian shifted his angle slightly, his hips rolling in a way that hit just the right spot inside her, and Y/N cried out, her body arching off the bed as a powerful surge of pleasure washed over her. He was hitting all the right places, every thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Y/N’s world narrowed down to the feeling of Damian inside her, the heat of his body pressed against hers, the way he was driving her absolutely wild with every thrust. Her breath hitched as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her lower belly, winding tighter and tighter with every movement.

Damian could sense her nearing the edge, and he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as he sought to bring her to the peak of pleasure. His hand slid between their bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her core and pressing down with just the right amount of pressure.

Y/N’s eyes flew open, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the pleasure exploded within her, a white-hot burst of ecstasy that had her entire body trembling. She clung to Damian, her nails digging into his back as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure rolling through her body. Y/N's moans filled the room, her voice raw and unrestrained as she gave herself over completely to the sensation.

Damian groaned in response, his own control fraying as he felt her walls tightening around him, pulsing with the force of her climax. The way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his, was pushing him to the edge faster than he expected. But he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. He wanted to make this moment last, to savor every second of being with her like this.

He slowed his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deep and measured as he rode out her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure until she was left trembling and spent beneath him. Y/N's breath came in short, ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her release pulsed through her, her body still clinging to Damian's with a desperate need.

But Damian wasn’t done. He wasn’t satisfied with just one climax; he wanted to see her fall apart again, to hear her cry out his name as he took her to new heights of pleasure. With that thought in mind, he shifted his position slightly, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to change the angle of his thrusts.

Y/N gasped as the new angle sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt another wave of arousal build within her. Damian’s movements were more controlled now, each thrust precise and deliberate as he pushed her closer and closer to another climax. His hand found her clit once more, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had her hips bucking against him, chasing after that delicious friction.

“Damian, please,” Y/N whimpered, her voice desperate as she felt herself teetering on the edge once again. She was so close, so achingly close, and the need to fall over that edge was almost unbearable.

Damian’s eyes darkened at her plea, a growl rumbling in his chest as he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving into her with a renewed intensity. He could feel his own release building, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. But he held back, determined to bring her to the brink first.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

His words were like a trigger, pushing her over the edge with a force that took her breath away. Y/N’s body tensed, her back arching off the bed as her second orgasm slammed into her, even more powerful than the first. Her vision blurred, and she cried out his name, her voice hoarse and trembling with the intensity of her release.

The sight of her coming undone beneath him, the feel of her tight, pulsing walls around him, was Damian’s undoing. With a guttural moan, he finally let go, his hips snapping against hers as he buried himself deep inside her, his release hitting him with a force that left him trembling. He groaned her name, his voice rough and low as he spilled into her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.

For a moment, they were both still, their bodies locked together as they rode out the last waves of their release. Y/N’s breath came in soft, ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Damian remained above her, his arms trembling slightly as he held himself up, his breath hot against her neck.

Finally, when their breathing began to slow and the room grew quiet once more, Damian gently pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they both basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Y/N snuggled into his chest, her body still humming with the remnants of pleasure as she listened to the steady beat of his heart.

They lay like that for a long time, neither of them wanting to break the comfortable silence that had settled over them. Damian’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her back, his touch soothing and tender, as if he couldn’t get enough of feeling her skin against his.

Y/N sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself relax completely in his embrace. She had never felt so at peace, so completely satisfied, as she did in that moment. Everything felt right, as if this was exactly where she was meant to be.

“I’m glad you stayed,” Damian murmured after a while, his voice soft and filled with contentment. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering against her hair.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her voice equally soft as she nuzzled closer to him. She knew that things would be different between them now, that their relationship had shifted in a way that couldn’t be undone. But she wasn’t afraid of that change. In fact, she welcomed it.

There was no need for words in that moment. They both knew what had happened, and they both knew that it was the start of something new, something beautiful. And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that whatever came next, they would face it together.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Hi can you please do a Damian Priest x Reader where the reader and Damian are dating and she gets jealous about him and Kayden are making TikTok videos together ( I love Kayden and her videos ❤️). And a fluff at the end.

●Damian Priest x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting in the passenger's seat in my best friend Zelina Vega's car, I am scrolling on TikTok as she is driving us to our next location. I come across Kayden's video and the corner says "POV: he asks you to drive." I watch it and as the camera turns towards the passenger seat, Damian's body comes into frame making me gasp.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Kayden posted another video. And apparently she is driving Damian to the next show. When he told me he was going by himself."

"Girl.... I told you he was no good for you."

"I know. You have told me multiple times."

"Yes I have. And now he is over here taking videos with Kayden acting like they are together. Again. Maybe when we get to the hotel, you take him off your reservation for the room and make him have his own room. He didn't tell you he was going with Kayden than he can be surprised about his own hotel room when he gets there."

"I guess you are right. I am very pissed off about this."

"Give him a taste of his own medicine."

I shake my head, close my phone and lay against the seat starting to fall asleep.

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*at the hotel*

We walk up to the counter and a nice lady greets us.

"Hello ladies. How may I help you?"

"I'm checking in for Y/N."

"Y/N and Damian?"

"No. Just Y/N. I don't want Damian on the reservation anymore."

"Okay. I can do that for you. Give me a few minutes."

She goes on typing on the computer while we wait. Zelina goes to another lady to check in. The lady gives me my keycard and all the information making sure Damian has been taken off the reservation. We grab our belongings and head up to our hotel rooms. I say goodbye to Zelina, swipe my card and enter my room. I throw my bags on the bed and flop down next to them. Next thing I know I am fast asleep.

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*later in the night*

"Y/N! Y/N!"

I sit up, rub my face and try to understand why I hear someone yelling my name from the hallway. I get up putting my shirt and sweatpants back on that I apparently took off some time while I was sleeping. I walk up to the door and listen to who is shouting.

"Y/N! I will break down every one of these doors until I find you!"

"Please calm down."

I open the door and slightly look out seeing Damian looking super angry standing in the hallway and Kayden in front of him with her hands on his chest trying to get him to calm down. I open the door and lean against the doorframe crossing my arms. He sees me and pushes past Kayden walking up to me.

"Y/N! Why did you take me off our reservation?! You have someone else here?!"

He pushes me out of the way of the door and walks into my room. A tear rolls down my cheek at the questions he just asked me. He starts walking around my room looking for someone when I am the only one in my room. Kayden comes up next to me, puts a hand on my shoulder and looks in at Damian.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you in any way. If there is anyth....."

I stop her before she keeps talking.

"Its not you. You didn't do anything wrong. He lied to me. And now he thinks I'm cheating on him."

"I'm gonna go."

She turns and runs down the hallway when I turn looking at Damian who is standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. I close the door, turn to look at him and cross my arms as well.

"Care to explain why you took me off our reservation?"

"Care to explain why you lied to me and got a ride from Kayden?"

"I didn't lie to you! Kayden is my friend! I asked her to drive me because I was exhausted from having the main event of Raw! You already left with Zelina! I didn't wanna fall asleep behind the wheel!"

"You told me to leave with Zelina! That you would be fine driving by yourself! You didn't even text me to tell me you were going with Kayden! Than you keep making these tik tok videos together and everyone thinks you two are together and dating! Like you left me behind! You barely take pictures with me but you take videos with everyone else! How do you think I feel?!"

"I don't know how you feel because you never talk to me about your feelings!"

"I try but you never seem to have time to sit down and talk! You are either wrestling or hanging out with your friends! Then when you come back home to me, you go right to bed! When is there time to talk?"

He stares at me, looking like he doesn't know what to say. I wipe the tears that have seemed to start running down my face as I just laid out all my feelings to Damian. I take a deep breath and sit down on the bed.

"Y/N, I'm sorry...."

"Damian, I don't wanna hear you are sorry. I love you. But you really need to work on communication with me and spending more time with me. That's all I ask."

He kneels down in front of me putting his hands on the top of my knees looking up at me.

"Babygirl, I love you more than you will ever know. I will work on communication with you and we will spend way more time together that you might get sick of me."

I giggle looking at him. He puts his hands on my cheeks looking at me smiling.

"I promise Y/N. With my whole heart. I love you."

"I love you too."

He pulls my face to his and kisses me hard. He starts pushing me back on the bed climbing over top of me still kissing me. Seems I will be in for a long night.....

THE END.

[eringobragh420]

➔ Pairing — Roman Reigns ♡ f!Reader, cuck!Cody Rhodes ➔ Summary — Cody grants your wish. 1 | 2 ➔ Word Count — 2.2k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Daddy kink, cuckolding, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, cum, dirty talk 18+ ➔ Taglist — If you’d like to be added, please click here!  ➔ MASTERLIST

“There we go,” Roman touts, tugging on the tie—a tie Cody was wearing around his neck earlier in the night—now heavily knotted and imprisoning Cody’s wrists together behind his back. “Nice and tight.”

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” Cody says, flashing his baby blue eyes up at Roman. 

Roman grins, and the pity the Tribal Chief has for Cody is radiating off him in waves, hanging in the ether surrounding them. The Samoan rests a huge hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Oh, sure I do, Nightmare.” And now he’s mocking him. This is exactly what you wanted, except Roman’s humiliation and degradation is supposed to be directed at you, not your boyfriend. 

You can’t help the way it raises your temperature, though—Cody’s the Undisputed Champion, a title he took from Roman, and to watch him sit there and allow Roman to treat him this way for you? You’re both turned on and appreciative, never having imagined a situation where your boyfriend would allow you to be dominated by another man. 

Roman squats beside Cody, squeezing his shoulder, and Cody’s jaw clenches. “Because when you see the absolute whore I turn your girlfriend into tonight … you’re not gonna like me very much.” 

Cody inhales deeply through his nostrils, stoney gaze rising to meet yours. It’s impossible to read his expression—does he want to stop?—so you make the quick and easy choice to continue with Roman, expecting Cody to voice his displeasure if things get out of hand for him. A safe word had been agreed upon when you’d all three sat down to discuss what exactly this night would entail, because while Roman practically giggled at the thought of dominating Cody Rhodes’s girlfriend, he was meticulous in making sure limits and boundaries were well-defined. Your cheeks burned as you’d explained the kind of experience you desired, Roman’s pupils growing and growing until they consumed his beautiful irises, and he’d quickly assented. Cody’s only stipulation? He wanted you to have the time of your life because it’s never gonna fucking happen again, he’d asserted, adding that no mention would ever be made of the night you would spend together, to which you and Roman had acquiesced.

“You’re not wrong,” Cody admits, still glowering at you.

Roman nods slowly, thick lips pursed, and he raises his hand in your direction, curling his long fingers, his attention still focused solely on Cody. You don’t know what Roman has in mind, but you can only guess it’s gonna piss off Cody. Still you stand from the bed, straightening your skirt, and slowly close the space between you and the sexiest men you’ve ever seen in your life. Roman points a finger at the floor, still examining Cody’s reaction closely, and you descend to your knees, equidistant between the Tribal Chief and the American Nightmare. After a moment, Roman rises to his full height, eclipsing you and Cody, and he finally sets his sights on you. His rough fingers glide from your cheek to the back of your head, and you allow your face to be pressed into his crotch. The sweatpants he’s wearing are soft and warm, and you can smell detergent, but most importantly, you can smell Roman. You breathe in his scent, not very quietly, as he rubs your face across his balls and hardening cock.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Roman asks.

You look up at him, wide eyes bright and innocent, and you recall a certain condition Roman had added. “Yes, Daddy.” Cody’s never cared for your daddy kink, or your desire to be used like a whore, but he loves you so much, he’s willing to let you call another man daddy, and he’s willing to let that man have his way with you. Fuck, you love him so much, but Roman Reigns’s solid bulge has your heart right now. 

“That’s a sweet girl,” Roman praises, suddenly beaming down at you. “Let’s see what we can do to change all that,” he sneers. He pushes you away—you barely catch yourself from falling completely backward—so he can lower his pants, an impressive piece of weaponry springing free, and you’d be embarrassed by your blatant gaping if you noticed anything other than Roman’s thick dick. He grabs your chin suddenly and pulls, and you’re off-balance again, knees shuffling forward, hand landing on one of Cody’s meaty thighs to stabilize yourself. “Now look at your pussy boyfriend—” Your eyes slide sideways to meet Cody’s, anticipating scorched earth in his gaze, but those once lightning-colored irises are consumed with desire and impatience, and your pussy clenches. “—and open your fuckin’ mouth.”

The velvety, weeping head of Roman’s cock slips past your lips, and you can feel every vein and throb as he continues on until he crashes into the back of your throat. He has no interest in allowing you time to get used to him, nor does he give you a few attempts at swallowing him whole like Cody does, because that’s not what he’s for. He’s here to give you what Cody can’t. Tears spring in your sparkling eyes as you continue watching the American Nightmare as he watches you willfully allow Roman Reigns to assault your throat. Roman’s hand slides under your jaw and along your neck so he can feel the outline of his dick as it pumps in and out, opposite hand cupping the back of your head, and now he’s fucking your face exactly the way you’ve needed it for so long. Your grip tightens on Cody’s solid thigh, and a small groan vibrates your chest when the muscle flexes under your hand.

You lose all sense of time and your surroundings, losing yourself in the filthy, reckless way Roman is using your mouth for his pleasure. Your mouth, chin, and neck are sparkling from the thick coat of slobber and spit and desperation the Tribal Chief has easily pulled from you. Your knees burn and ache, throat throbbing from the repetitive intrusion, until suddenly Roman is gone and you’re empty and abandoned. Already used and nearly depleted, you topple onto Cody’s lap as you struggle to catch your breath. This is the first time you see that, not only did you drool all over yourself, but there’s a noticeable, slick stain on Cody’s pant leg.

“Babe,” Cody starts.

Roman fists his hand in your hair and yanks your head back, exposing your ruined face to the love of your life. “Tell this little bitch this is exactly what you wanted, whore,” he demands. 

Your lips pull back from your teeth as your scalp screams. “This is what I wanted,” you breathe. You try not to lay it on too heavy just how badly you’ve wanted this to spare Cody’s feelings.

“Good. Now take your clothes off.”

You know better than to question anything. “Yes, Daddy.” Climbing to your feet, you begin to disrobe in front of and in close proximity to both men. Having two sets of eyes on you at the same time is erotic and a bit nerve-wracking, but you’re eventually nude as the day you were born, unsure of what exactly to do with your hands. Cody’s eyes take a familiar route from the top of your head to your toes and back again. The lump in his pants now promises to bust the zipper. You wonder if maybe you’ll get the opportunity to do this again with such a reaction from your boyfriend. 

Roman’s hands slide along your sides, one headed south, the other north, and he presses his now bare, ample chest to your back. Just like when he shoved his cock down your throat, he gives no warning before sinking his fingers inside your folds, bypassing your clit, and then inserting two of those fingers deep within your cunt. You cry out, clutching that sinewy arm. He scissors those fingers, and his free arm has to hold you up when your knees buckle. His dark chuckle is both audible and physical, and he doesn’t hold you steady for very long before his hand is back in your hair and he’s pulling and positioning until you’re chin is on your shoulder and your eyes are locked in the penitentiary that is Roman’s lewd leer. He orders you again to open your mouth, adding that you stick your tongue out, and this time Roman’s eyes meet Cody’s before he spits directly on your displayed tongue.

“Swallow,” he commands, and you eagerly obey. There’s no hiding how bad you want this anymore, especially not with Roman’s deft fingers still working your pussy. But then his fingers are gone, and your disappointment is evident by the whine escaping your throat. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.” Turning, Roman smacks your ass so hard you imagine this is what it feels like when he slaps someone in the ring. Ignoring the urge to massage the tender flesh, you crawl onto the bed, and since there was no direction, you decide to align with the bed, putting your body on display from the side. Taking the initiative, you arch your back and throw your hair to one side before looking at them, smirking at their similar goddamn expressions.

“I’m not sure how Hunter landed on such a pussy for a world champion,” Roman says matter-of-factly, still looking at you. Cody’s eyes are also on you until Roman makes his comment, and then they’re rolling and his brows are arching, and you try not to question why this is turning you on so much. “I mean, you got this fine ass woman that just wants you to treat her like whores are supposed to be treated, and you can’t even get that done. It’s a damn shame, really.” Roman steps forward so he’s standing beside Cody, stroking his cock that’s still coated in your slobber, and Cody squirms, averting his gaze to anywhere else. “But don’t you worry, Nightmare. I’ma take real good care of your woman.” A nanosecond passes, and Roman snorts and bursts into giggles. “I’m just fuckin’ with you.” The hilarity is gone instantly, replaced with a feral beast, a predator, and you are his prey. “I’ma make sure this bitch can’t walk for at least a month.”

Your heart hammers against its cage as Roman stalks you. His hands snatch your hips and jerk you and the blankets down to the foot of the bed, and then he presses his hand to your lower back, and it takes you a moment to figure out what he wants. You slide your knees further apart, sinking lower, shaping your ass, and Roman smacks each cheek, watching your skin ripple.

“Acknowledge me, whore,” he growls, rubbing the head of his cock along your dripping slit. 

“I acknowledge you, my Tribal Chief,” you reply breathlessly, adding, “I acknowledge you, Daddy,” unsure of which response he’s looking for.

“More. Look at that pitiful little boy and give me more.”

Casting your hooded eyes in Cody’s direction, you bite your bottom lip. Cody’s cheeks are firetruck red, his biceps are flexed, swelling his veins, and it’s honestly a toss-up over whether or not he’s incredibly turned on or immeasurably furious. You can’t bring yourself to care. Not now. “Please fuck me, Daddy,” you sigh, “fuck me like the whore I am.” A hard slap to your ass, jarring your body, and you squeal. “Fuck me like he can’t, Daddy. Please?” You’re shrill now, embarrassing yourself.

Roman impales you on his rigid dick, and you collapse to your face as your tight cunt struggles to accommodate his size. Hand in your hair, he yanks, bowing your back further than you thought possible, and he begins a steady, mildly painful rhythm, but fuck, this is exactly what you needed. A man to fuck you without regard for your pleasure, to use you to his heart’s desire and essentially throw you away when he’s finished. You’re not about to delve into the reasons you’re wet as hell from all the insults thrown Cody’s way, but it’s doing something to you, and that slick is now sliding down your thighs in tiny tributaries.

“You know what else whores like?” Roman asks. His fingers bury themselves in your folds, and you cry out in both pleasure and surprise, but they don’t stay long, and his reasoning for doing it in the first place is instantly revealed. He circles a wet finger around your asshole, and a growl emanates from deep in your chest. Roman laughs. “Told you. If this bitch could have three Tribal Chief cocks inside her at the same time, she would, wouldn’t you, bitch?”

“Fuck yes, my Tribal Chief. I wish you could use all my holes.”

Roman dips his thumb inside your ass, and your orgasm tears through you like a bull in a China shop, both holes clenching around Roman. “Fuck, that’s it, slut. Milk my fuckin’ cock.” He pounds into you for several moments, pumping his thumb in and out at a different pace, and soon he’s roaring like the king of the fucking jungle. He pulls out without warning, and you feel the hot ropes of cum as they land all over your ass, back, and you think it might’ve even hit your hair. “Fuck,” he sighs sensationally. “Made a mess on your woman.” Slowly folding into a more comfortable position, you look over your shoulder as Roman tucks himself away and picks his shirt up from the floor. “Make yourself useful and clean that up for me, would ya?” he says to Cody, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, champ.”