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[punksyeet]

- Feral For You ❥

Plot: A massive beatdown leads to newfound love when the WWE champ heads backstage to medical after a brutal segment.

Warnings: Mature language, mentions of blood / wounds, teasing / flirting, & smut (oral)!

A/N: after over a month of not writing, i’m back with my first ever cody fic. thank you to @isabella-2025 for requesting this. i hope you enjoy! <3

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“Just be sure to keep applying this ointment every day for about a week,” I advise, handing a white tube of Neosporin over to Jimmy Uso.

Prior to me cleaning him up just minutes ago, a whole crime scene walked through my door.

Covered damn near head to toe in blood, with lots still gushing from the fresh wound on his forehead, put there by Gunther and his championship.

He takes the medicine from my hand and checks out the fine print on the back before looking back up at me.

“You’ve got quite the cut,” I continue, moving a few strands of hair away from his forehead to make sure his wound has fully stopped bleeding. “But you should be good as new just in time for Wrestlemania.”

That last part puts a big smile on his face.

“Ain’t that some news, uce!” his twin brother, Jey, cheers excitedly, gently clapping him on the back.

I chuckle, crossing my arms over my chest. “Some great news, I’d say. You definitely got lucky. Just be extra careful until then. You still have over two weeks, so no rushing injuries, alright?”

“Gotcha Doc,” Jimmy replies, standing up from the examination bed. “Thanks a lot.”

He opens his arms for a hug and I gladly accept, patting and rubbing his back gently. “Anytime, uce. Feel better.”

He gives me one last smile and starts heading out, throwing an arm around Jey’s shoulder for stability, the same way they came in.

“See ya Monday with a dead ring general, Doc!” Jey calls over his shoulder, a goofy smile on his face, before the door closes behind them.

“Can’t wait,” I mutter to myself, playfully rolling my eyes with a smile.

After removing my gloves, I begin to go about disinfecting the examination bed and getting ready for the next unhinged WWE superstar to come my way.

Little did I know, it’d be a case worse than Jimmy’s.

About five minutes later, I hear commotion behind my door once again.

And soon enough, it opens.

“Watch your step,” a deep voice advises. “We’re in medical now.”

I look up from throwing a couple paper towels in the garbage and my heart immediately sinks.

Stood before me is the most gorgeous man in the company, Cody Rhodes, with one of the most painful looking bruised and bloody eyes I’ve ever seen.

He groans in pain as not one, not two, but three security guards release him.

“When I catch that assho-“ Cody begins muttering to himself, but is cut off.

“Alright,” Nick Aldis interrupts. “Everyone will be dealt with accordingly. For now, you need to be focused on one thing: your health. Because if not, you can kiss that main event and your championship goodbye.”

Cody cringes at that last part and lets out a frustrated sigh before carefully sitting on the examination bed.

Silent tension fills the air, and is soon interrupted by Nick’s ringtone.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m in medical with him now. We’ve just arrived.”

“Well, he’s gonna have to wait. He caused this.”

He lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fine. Give me 10 minutes.”

As he’s sliding his phone back into his pocket, Cody speaks up.

“Go do what you need to do,” he suggests, waving him off. “I’ll be fine here.”

Nick crosses his arms across his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous, Cody. Do you realize what just happened to you out the-“

Cody interrupts him. “I said I’ll be fine. If anyone else is stupid enough to mess with me right now…”

His voice trails off as he runs a hand down his face.

“Just go,” he reassures again, his voice now a low mutter. “I’ll be fine.”

The Smackdown manager lets out a deep sigh before nodding slightly and turning to the security guards. “I’ll be back. Stand outside and make sure no one steps foot near this room. Understood?”

They all nod in agreement and follow him outside, the last one closing the door behind them.

Silence takes over again before Cody lets out another sigh, turning to me.

“Sorry you gotta see me like this,” he begins, disappointment and defeat written all over his face. “I hope I’m not your most difficult patient yet.”

I offer him an empathetic smile. “You’d be surprised. I took care of your ‘libation or two’ buddy and his brother just before you came in.”

He gives me a light smile and looks down. “Somehow that makes me feel better.”

My smile widens and I turn back to the counter, dabbing some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton pad.

Once enough is on there, I turn back to him and take a few steps closer.

“This might sting a little,” I warn, gently pushing some short strands of platinum blonde hair out of the way, stuck to his forehead by a mixture of sweat and blood.

He hisses in pain as I ever-so-gently dab the wounded area.

“Sorry,” I say through gritted teeth, dabbing faster. “There. The cut itself is all clean.”

“Just the bruise to go,” he responds sarcastically, smirking.

I roll my eyes playfully, throwing out the numerous bloody pads. “Keep it up, champ. I won’t be nearly as gentle next time.”

Horror fills his eyes and I giggle softly, filling yet another pad with the liquid.

As I’m cleaning the blood from the area surrounding the actual wound, his dreamy eyes never leave my face - every so often swapping from my eyes to my lips, following my every move.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer champ,” I tease, discarding those pads as well.

He smirks, licking his bottom lip.

As I step closer again to apply ointment to the wound, I feel an arm slowly wrap around my waist.

My face becomes hot to the touch and I become flustered automatically, an entire butterfly garden growing in my stomach.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl,” he coos, stroking my back, his hand dangerously close to my ass. “Don’t be shy.”

“I-in case you forgot,” I reply, trying to keep my composure. “You’re injured. And I’m not gonna be the one to hurt you even further and hear Aldis’ mouth.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “Still a brat even when I’ve got you looking like a tomato.”

“Oh my god,” I quietly mutter to myself, turning around to hide my face.

He chuckles and pulls me into his lap, resulting in a quiet “oof” from me when I land.

“There,” he says, satisfaction in his voice. “That’s more like it.”

I bite my lip gently, continuing on applying the ointment. “A-are you sure this doesn’t hurt? I don’t wan-“

“Shhh,” he cuts me off quietly, leaning in and applying wet and soft kisses to my neck.

A quiet moan leaves my lips, as I tilt my head to give him more access.

“Mmm,” he hums in satisfaction. “Your moans are almost as pretty as you, sweet girl.”

“C-Cody…” my voice trails off, as I pull away slowly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “There’s people outside, r-remember?”

“Fuck them,” he mumbles sexily, going in for my neck again.

But before his lips can make contact with me once more, I pull away again and give him a “be for real” look.

“Ugh fine,” he replies, clearly irritated at the fact that he can’t take me down right this second. “Come with me.”

He stands up and holds out his hand.

“W-where are we going?” I ask, discarding my gloves and grabbing my things.

Thankfully he was the main event, so I’m free to leave once he’s taken care of.

“To my bus,” he replies, nodding towards the door. “Nice and peaceful? No security guards outside the door? Sounds like paradise to me.”

I chuckle softly and take his hand, heading out with him.

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** smut warning! **

“Right there! Y-yes!” I practically scream, gripping the hair on the head of a man whose face is currently buried between my legs.

Deep, sexy groans and slurping sounds fill the air as his tongue laps at my clit harder and faster.

“Fuck! Oh my god!” I cry out, squeezing my thighs tighter around his head.

He reaches out to spread them once more and, all of a sudden, grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers.

One of my favorite things a guy can do during things like this.

How did he know?

All of a sudden, my vision turns white and entire body goes numb, as my second orgasm of the night practically rips me in half.

When I come back down to earth, I watch on as he heads to the bathroom and comes back with a wet rag.

He proceeds to wipe both me and his face clean and tosses it in a nearby hamper.

“F…fuck,” I whisper, laying there breathlessly.

He chuckles, rubbing my thigh. “You feel good, sweetheart?”

I nod automatically, moistening my bone dry lips with my tongue. “S-so good.”

He smiles and hovers over me, leaning in to press his lips on mine.

I kiss back immediately, deepening it by wrapping my arms around his neck.

The second his tongue glides across mine, I immediately moan, the taste of myself filling my tastebuds.

He smirks against my lips and gently holds either side of my face, pulling away slowly.

I tug on his bottom lip as we part, looking up at him through my lashes.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he coos, staring deep into my eyes.

I blush slightly, sliding my bottom lip in between my teeth. “You’re not so bad yourself, champ.”

He chuckles, gives me one last peck on my lips, and trails kisses down my neck and chest.

“Mmm,” I moan in satisfaction, as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

He swirls his tongue around the bud, proceeding to suck at it gently.

“I’m never gonna forget this night,” he exclaims, massaging my second breast after releasing it’s nipple with a gentle pop.

** smut over! **

I smile softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing our lips together once more.

“You won’t have a choice,” I mutter teasingly against his lips.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Hey!! can i request Damian w reader who has abandonment issues? if you don’t write for that kind of topic it’s fine!!(:

damian priest x reader

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‼️abandonment issues, mention of family issues and family members leaving. angst and comfort‼️

WHAT IF I MESS UP?

you never meant to fall this hard but he made it so easy.

damian had this way of looking at you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered. like nothing else existed beyond the space between you and him. it was terrifying, honestly, the way he could pull you in with just one look, make you forget all the reasons why you never let people get this close.

you spent your whole life keeping walls up. not because you wanted to, but because you had to. people left. they always did and you learned early that if you kept your expectations low, if you didn’t let yourself believe someone would stay, it hurt a little less when they didn’t.

but damian…he broke through all of that without even trying.

he was kind, patient, loving, gentle in ways you didn’t know someone like him - all muscle and strength and fire in the ring - could be. he made you feel safe, wanted, loved, like you were more than enough. but still, deep down, you were waiting for the day it would all fall apart.

because in your mind love like this didn’t last. not for people like you.

the night everything broke started out normal.

he had a match, nothing too serious, just a tag on smackdown and you were waiting backstage, hidden into one of the quieter corners with your hoodie pulled up, trying not to get in the way.

you always hated big crowds. you never liked being in big a loud crowds and damian knew that. he brought up the idea of having you backstage, safe from the noise and the chatters of people. your shy persona didn’t go well with those types of events but you always showed your support for damian. even when you felt like not to.

you weren’t a wrestler. you weren’t glamorous or tough or famous. you were just… you and most days, that felt like less than enough.

but damian always told you otherwise. you had him wrapped around your fingers and you had no idea.

he always found you in the crowd. always kissed you like it been weeks instead of hours. always wrapped his arms around you and whispered things like - i’m so lucky you’re mine.

so you stayed. you tried.

but tonight felt different.

the second he walked backstage, sweaty and breathless and hyped from the win, he was pulled in every direction. photos, interviews, guys clapping him on the back, liv draping herself over him like they were best friends in a romcom.

you watched it all from your quiet spot, arms crossed over your chest, stomach sinking slowly with every minute that passed without him noticing you.

you didn’t mean to feel so helpless, you didn’t want to.

but when he finally did glance your way, you saw the flicker of guilt cross his face.

he mouthed a soft sorry then nodded toward liv like she just won’t shut up and you gave him a small, tight smile to say it’s okay, even though it wasn’t.

because here you were, invisible again - like always.

you didn’t say anything on the ride back to the hotel. your mind spaced out again like it always used to do.

he talked - mostly about the match, the crowd, how good it felt to be back on the road and you nodded along, making the occasional sound to let him know you were still listening.

but your thoughts were loud.

too loud.

he didn’t notice the way your shoulders curled inward. the way you picked at the skin around your thumb. the way your eyes stayed on the window like you were anywhere but here. he didn’t notice, because he never had to before.

you always held it together. always shoved everything down because you didn’t want to be the clingy girlfriend. the insecure one. the one who needed constant reassurance just to breathe. not when the whole world knew your boyfriend.

what would they think of you? - always the clingy one. the crybaby. the fear of what they would call you if they knew the real you.

but tonight the weight of it was pressing hard against your chest.

you were tired. tired of feeling like a shadow in his world. tired of watching other people get pieces of him you craved. tired of feeling like you cared more than he did.

and god, that scared you. because needing someone was dangerous.

people left when you needed them too much.

you had proof - everyone you loved left.

your parents with their constant “you’re such a disappointment”. your best friend when she moved away and promised to call you everyday - she forgot about you just a few days after she moved.

you’ve been there and you didn’t want to go there again.

back at the hotel you cried in the bathroom.

quietly, with your hand pressed against your mouth, because damian was in the other room and the last thing you wanted was for him to hear.

your chest ached. your eyes burned and you hated yourself for feeling this way.

“what is wrong with me…” you whispered softly as you tried not to make a sound.

he hadn’t done anything wrong. he hadn’t cheated. hadn’t yelled. hadn’t even ignored you on purpose but your heart didn’t care about logic.

your heart just knew what it felt like to be forgotten and it was screaming. your mind playing even meaner tricks on you.

when you finally came out, your face was clean, your eyes only slightly red. you climbed into bed without a word, curling up with your back to him.

damian looked over from where he was sitting on the edge, unlacing his boots.

“you good mami?”

you nodded “just tired.”

he didn’t believe you - you could hear it in the pause. of course he didn’t believe you.

but he didn’t push and that almost made it worse.

you didn’t sleep. not really.

you drifted in and out, your body exhausted but your mind wired. every time you closed your eyes, your thoughts pulled you into the same place - the what-ifs, the fears, the quiet echo of “he’s going to leave like everyone else”

you couldn’t breathe past it.

you almost got up. almost left.

not because you wanted to hurt him but because if he was going to leave, you wanted to be the one to walk away first.

it felt safer. like you needed to protect yourself this time.

but when you shifted under the covers, damian stirred, softly waking up.

“baby?” his voice was low, rough with sleep.

you didn’t answer.

a moment passed. then his arm slid around your waist, pulling you against him.

“you’ve been quiet all night” he softly said “what’s going on?”

you stayed still.

“talk to me mami…” his lips gently kissing your neck as his voice cracked on the last word, and that was what broke you.

you turned slowly, tears already sliding down your cheeks.

god how you hated feeling this weak.

“i just…” your voice shook “i feel like i’m always waiting for you to leave.”

he froze.

“what?” his voice now more attentive.

you looked down, ashamed, embarrassed “ i know it sounds stupid. but i have this thing. like… this fear. people always leave and i keep thinking, why wouldn’t you? you have this whole world. people who love you. girls who look way better than me. i’m nothing special. i’m a zero in your world full of tens.”

his brows knit together, pain flashing across his face “don’t say that.”

“it’s true damian…” you whispered “i feel like i’m always on the outside. like i have to fight for your attention and i hate feeling like this, but i do. and it’s not your fault, i just… i’m scared.”

damian cupped your face, his thumb brushing gently under your eye. he knew these words came from something that happened in your past. something you never shared with him and he definitely wasn’t going to push - even if he died to know who were the people who hurt you and made you think so less of yourself.

“i’m not going anywhere mi amor…”

“you don’t know that” you whispered, your voice breaking a little.

“yes, i do…” his voice was firm now, not angry, just sure - “look at me.”

you did.

“i love you” he said “not just the easy parts. not just the good days. all of you and i can see people hurt you before, you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready but i know they left, i can see it in your face…but listen mi amor, listen, i’m not them. i choose you. every damn day…”

your lip trembled “but what if i’m too much? or too less for you?”

“you’re not mami, i promise you.”

“what if i mess it up?” you asked.

“then we’ll fix it together” his forehead rested against yours, and his voice dropped even lower “you don’t have to earn my love. you already have it. all of it.”

you broke.

tears poured down your face, silent and raw, and damian held you like you were something breakable - like he knew how many times your heart had been shattered and he was trying to piece it back together with every touch.

“stay” you whispered, barely audible.

he kissed your cheek, your jaw, your lips. his thumbs gently wiping away your tears.

“always, mami i will always stay here, with you.” he whispered before you could drift off to sleep once again.

you woke up wrapped in his arms, your face buried in his chest, your fingers curled against his skin like even in sleep, you didn’t want to let go.

and he hadn’t moved.

hadn’t left as you dreamt he would.

he was still there and for the first time in a long time, you believed he always would be.

you softly smiled into his skin as his arms pulled you even closer.

you knew it would take time for you to heal but he was there to stay and you couldn’t be more grateful than that.

[graveyardhorror]

RANDY ORTON | proposal!headcanons

>SUPERSTARS MASTERLIST

headcanon ver. of "how he proposes"

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-like i said in my proposal preference: plans a passionate, romantic, and sentimental proposal for you via a beach setting

-you both have definitely had a long and deep conversation about marriage, pets, kids, etc. which is how he knew what to do for your dream proposal and which ring to get you (prefs coming soon?)

-has always enjoyed deep conversations with you so when he wanted to talk about your dream wedding and everything else in between, you didn't suspect he was actively planning on proposing to you

-consults your close friends and family before he even starts planning, he just wants to make sure everything is perfect for you because he wants it to be an unforgettable memory for you in the best way possible

-the day he proposes to you: you think it's just another romantic date with your lover but as you make your way to the beach you start to piece the puzzle together

-you realize all week you've been unknowingly preparing to get proposed to, getting a mani and pedi, spa day with a massage, getting your hair done just how you like it, shopping spree, etc.

-arriving at the beautiful sunset scenery, randy begins to deliver an emotional but loving speech about when he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, ending it by getting on one knee and popping the question: will you marry me?

-feeling overwhelmed with love and positive emotion you accept, spending the rest of the day with your friends, family and new fiance

-he hires a photographer to capture this important moment and you receive the most beautiful and dreamy proposal pictures that end up on your wall in your shared home later (your wedding photo will be next to it soon)

-taking a "proposal honeymoon" type of vacation to really spend time in one another's presence and love; disneyland/universal studios, island trip, etc.

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[prettyfilmz]

THROB • JIMMY USO

author's note: hi my loves!! honestly have nothing to say other than this was a random idea that was born out of how fine jimmy looked here I hope y'all enjoy it😭

synopsis: in which you've been ovulating and taking your frustrations out on jimmy because you're too stubborn to ask him for what you need. lucky for you, jimmy knows just what to do to get you to act right.

tags: 18+(MDNI), jimmy uso x fem reader, established relationship, arguments, bratty behavior, teasing, breast sucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), big jim™ , overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, squirting, creampie, slight humiliation, degradation, jimmy is a lil mean in this, dacryphilia, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, doggy style, mating press, small aftercare at the end.

word count: 3.2k words

You were pacing back and forth in the living room, arms crossed, your brow furrowed so tightly it could’ve scared the undertaker away.  Every little thing Jimmy did irritated you, though you knew deep down it wasn’t his fault. He sat there on the couch, broad shoulders relaxed, his tattoos flexing subtly as he scrolled through his phone. His usual goofy grin wasn’t there, though. He was watching you, trying to hold back his amusement.

“Why you stompin’ ‘round here like a lil’ ass gremlin, huh?” Jimmy’s deep voice cut through your mumbling, making you whip your head toward him.

“I ain’t stompin’, Jimmy! Maybe if you’d do somethin’ helpful for once like puttin’ your damn shoes away from in front of the door instead of sittin’ there, I wouldn’t be irritated!” You snapped, your tone sharp.

Jimmy slowly raised an eyebrow, setting his phone down. That cheeky grin started creeping back onto his face, and it only made you more annoyed. “Girl, ain’t no way you talkin’ to me like that. You been barkin’ at me all week, and I let it slide ‘cause I know what timing you’re on. But you really gon’ sit here and act like I don’t know why you mad?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms tighter.  “I ain’t mad, Jimmy.”

“Oh, so you just bein’ a brat for fun?  I’m supposed to believe that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk widening as he caught the way your thighs clenched together at the shift in his tone.

Your body betrayed you. It always did when he was around, especially now.  The heat between your legs was unbearable, and your nipples were pebbled, brushing against the soft fabric of your tank top in a way that had you biting back whimpers. Normally, you’d have your vibrator for relief when he was on the road, but he’d been home all week. Which fucked up your usual routine you had going and now you're too stubborn to ask him.

Jimmy tilted his head, his dark eyes dragging over your body like he already knew what you were hiding.  “Yeah, see, I know exactly what’s goin’ on with you, baby girl. You think you tough huh? You don’t even need to tell me nothin’.  I can see it in the way you walkin’ ‘round here all moody.”

“Jimmy, shut up,” you shot back, though your voice cracked slightly.  He noticed.

“Nah, I’m gon’ keep talkin’.  Matter fact, come here,” he said, his voice taking on that commanding edge that made your knees weak.

You hesitated, shooting him a glare.  “Why?”

“‘Cause I said so, that’s why. Don’t make me come over there and get you.” He leaned back, spreading his legs in that laid-back, cocky way that showed off the sheer size of him. His gray sweats left nothing to the imagination, and the way his dick pressed against the fabric had your mouth watering despite your irritation.

With a heavy sigh, you walked over, but your attitude wasn’t going anywhere.  “What, Jim?  You gon’ keep talkin’ shit?”

He chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and tugging you between his legs.  “Girl, you just mad ‘cause you’re neglecting what you need. But you too damn stubborn to ask for it, huh?” He let his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them as he pulled you closer.

“Jimmy, I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping lower.  His thumbs pressed into the softness of your hips, holding you in place.  “You ain’t gon’ do shit, baby. Stop frontin’.”

The heat in his gaze melted your resolve, but you couldn’t let him win that easily.  “You just know everything, huh?”

He smiled, leaning forward to press his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear.  “I know you ovulatin’,” he murmured. “And I know you ain’t been able to take care of yourself like you usually do. You need daddy to take care of you, hm?”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to step back, but his grip tightened.  “Jimmy, stop playin’—”

“Who said I’m playin’?” He tilted his head up to look at you, his expression softening just enough to make your heart flutter.  “Why you bein’ difficult, huh? This what you wanted, ain’t it?”

You tried to keep up your defiance, but when his lips trailed down your neck, you couldn’t hold back the shiver that coursed through you.  “Jimmy…”

“There she is,” he teased, pulling back to look you in the eyes.  “Now, you gon’ ask me nice, or you gon’ keep actin’ like a spoiled lil’ brat?”

Your pride wrestled with your desire, but the way his hands roamed your body and his voice dripped with authority had you caving.  “Please,” you whispered, barely audible.

He cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.  “Please what, baby? Let daddy hear you.”

“Please, daddy,” you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation.

A satisfying grin spread across his face as he leaned back, patting his thigh. “There we go.  Now, sit that pretty ass down.  You got some apologizin’ to do.”

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his hands immediately found their way under your tank top.  His palms were warm against your bare skin, sliding up to cup your breasts.  You gasped when his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, and he chuckled darkly.

“Damn, these are real sensitive, huh?” he said, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud, and your hips bucked against him involuntarily.

“Shit!” you cried out, clutching his shoulders as your body betrayed every ounce of control you thought you had left.

“Shh, baby, let me take care of you,” he murmured, switching to the other nipple.  His teeth grazed it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You whimpered, grinding against him as the pressure built inside you.  “Daddy, please, I need…”

“I know what you need, baby girl.  But you gon’ learn not to keep this shit from me.” His hands slid down to your ass, giving it a firm slap that made you yelp.  “Next time, you gon’ tell daddy what you need, understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips softly before flipping you over onto the couch.  “Now, lay back and let daddy handle the rest.”

Jimmy hovered over you now, his larger frame trapping you beneath him on the couch.  His hands gripped your thighs possessively, thumbs brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers straight to your core. You stared up at him, panting, your chest heaving as his dark eyes raked over you. That playful grin he usually wore was gone, replaced by something darker, more intense. He licked his lips like a predator sizing up its prey, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath him.

“Mm-mm,” he growled, pressing his hands down harder to still your movements. “Ain’t no runnin’, baby. You wanted this, didn’t you?  All week, you been actin’ up snappin’, throwin’ them lil’ ass tantrums, tryna to act like you don’t need me. But I know you,” His voice almost in a mocking tone.  “Your body been screamin’ for me since I came back, mama.”

You whimpered, your pride dissolving under the weight of his words.  “I—Jimmy, please…”

“Please what?” His hands slipped beneath your shorts, gripping the soft flesh of your ass. “What you need from daddy?”

The way he said it so smooth, teasing, but dripping with authority had your resolve crumbling completely. “I need you to fuck me,” you breathed, barely audible.

He smirked, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?  But you still owe me an apology, baby.  You gon’ tell daddy you sorry for bein’ a brat?”

Your cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you whispered.

“Mean it,” he says, his tone sharp enough to make you obedient. His hands tightened on your thighs, reminding you exactly who was in control here.  “I know you can do better than that.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered out, your voice trembling with need.

Jimmy grinned, clearly satisfied. “Good girl.  Now let’s see if you can keep that same energy when I’m done with you.”

Before you could respond, he tugged your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, leaving you completely exposed.  His eyes locked onto the slickness between your thighs, and he let out a low whistle.  “Damn, look at you. I didn’t even touch you yet and you already wet as hell.”

You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he wouldn’t let you.  “Jimmy, don’t tease me…”

“Who you think you talkin’ to?” he shot back sharply, grabbing your knees and spreading them wider.  “You don’t call the shots here, baby girl. Now stay still.”

His hands gripped your thighs as he lowered his head in between your legs. The first swipe of his tongue against your clit had you crying out, your hips jerking off the couch.  Jimmy chuckled, pinning you down with ease.  “I said be still, didn’t I?  You gon’ listen, or you want me to tie you down?”

“D-daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue working you over with precision.  The combination of his lips, tongue, and the slight scrape of his teeth had your body trembling uncontrollably.

You tried to squirm away when the pleasure became too much, but Jimmy wasn’t having it.  He slid two fingers inside you without warning, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars.  “Stop fuckin’ runnin’,” he growled, his voice muffled against your pussy.  “This what you wanted, huh? So take it.”

You sobbed his name, your nails digging into the couch as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.  He didn’t let up, his pace relentless as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his mouth never leaving your clit. “Oh my God, Jimmy, I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, you gon’ cum for daddy?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming as he looked up at you. “Do it, baby.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, and you came hard, your back arching off the couch as your orgasm tore through you.  You screamed his name, your thighs shaking as he kept working you through it, refusing to let up.  “That’s my girl,” he murmured, licking his lips as he finally pulled back. “You look so pretty when you cum, baby.”

You barely had a chance to catch your breath before he was pulling his sweats down, freeing himself.  It was as thick and heavy as ever, and the sight of it made your mouth water.  He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You ready for this, baby? You gon’ be good for me?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your voice shaky. “I need you.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, positioning himself at your entrance. He slid the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you until you were whining in frustration. “Damn, you so wet, baby.  You gon’ take all of me, huh?”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you plead. “Please put it in..”

Jimmy finally pushed inside, and the stretch had you gasping, your nails clawing at his arms.  “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “You so fuckin’ tight, baby. Been missin’ me, huh?”

You could barely form words, the fullness of him stealing your breath.  “Fuck… yes daddy,” you managed to choke out, your legs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt.

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling back and slamming into you again.  “This my pussy, baby. Don’t forget that.”

He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to make the couch creak beneath you. Each thrust sent delicious shockwaves through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You were already on the verge of another orgasm, your body still sensitive from your previous release.

“Why you runnin’, baby?” he teased, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.  “This what you been actin’ out for, huh?  So take it.”

“I’m tryin’ daddy!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your second orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and you felt yourself gush around him, soaking his thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his pace faltering for a moment. “You squirtin’ for me now? you so fuckin’ nasty, that’s my good girl.”

But he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked you harder, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up so he could take you from behind.  The new angle had you screaming into the disarrayed couch cushions, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“You gon’ tell daddy you sorry again?” he growled, spanking your ass hard enough to leave a sting.  “Say it.”

“I’m sorry, daddy!” you cried out, your voice muffled. “I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Yeah, you gon’ be good now, huh?” He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you mercilessly.  “You ain’t got no choice, baby. Daddy gon’ fuck all that attitude outta you.”

Jimmy didn’t let up for a second. His grip on your hair kept you pinned in place as his cock slammed into you relentlessly, the sound of your ragged cries filling the room. You could feel the heat of his body pressing down on yours, his weight anchoring you as if there was no escape—not that you wanted there to be anyway.

“Look at you,” he growled, leaning over until his lips brushed against your ear. His breath was hot and heavy, dripping with amusement.  “All that attitude, all that shit talkin’, and now you cryin’ for daddy, huh? You so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. All obedient for me.”

You whimpered, barely able to form words as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.  Your body was overstimulated, every nerve on fire, and the wetness between your thighs only made it worse. “D-daddy, it’s too much,” you choked out, trembling beneath him.

“Too much?” he repeated mockingly, pulling your head back further until you were arching against him.  “Nah, baby, you can take it.”

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that made your back bow, another broken sob spilling from your lips. Tears were streaking your cheeks as he fucked you harder, his pace unrelenting.  The sting of another spank sent a jolt through you, the sharp pain only intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.

“Tell me what you is,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.  “Go on, baby.  Say it.”

“I’m—I’m your slut, daddy,” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans.

“Damn right you are,” he snarled, slamming into you so hard the couch creaked beneath you.  “And don’t you forget it. This is my pussy.  Say it.”

“It’s yours, daddy..fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you felt another orgasm building, threatening to drown you.

“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out suddenly and flipping you onto your back before you could even catch your breath.  He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he lined himself up again. “And I’m gon’ remind you every fuckin’ time you forget.”

The first thrust in this position had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your nails clawing at his arms as his cock hit a deeper angle. His weight pressed down on you, forcing your thighs against your chest as he pounded into you like he had something to prove.  You could feel the muscles in his arms flexing beneath your hands, his strength keeping you pinned in place as he wrecked you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel that?” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal.  “Feel how deep I am?  I’m right where I’m supposed to be, fillin’ that pussy up. And you gon’ take all of me like a good girl, huh?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his biceps as the pressure built inside you.  “Please don’t stop—please…”

He smirked, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.  The heat of his tongue against your sensitive skin sent you spiraling, your back arching as you came again, harder this time. Your body convulsed beneath him, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his voice laced with pride as he watched you fall apart beneath him.  “That’s my girl.  You so good for me, baby.  So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

 Even as your body trembled and tears streaked your cheeks, he kept going, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls with every brutal thrust.  “You said you wanted it, baby,” he teased, his tone both mean and sweet. “You been talkin’ shit all week so don’t tap out now.”

“Daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a choked sob as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped against yours with a punishing rhythm, the pleasure teetering dangerously close to pain.

“You cryin’, baby?” he taunted, leaning down to kiss the tears off your cheeks.  “Aw, don’t tell me it’s too much now.”

“I can’t—Jimmy, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, his voice firm but laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache.  “You gon’ take it, baby. You was made for this dick, and I’mma remind you every fuckin’ time.”

He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.  The added stimulation sent you spiraling, another orgasm tearing through you before you could stop it.  You whimpered his name, your body trembling violently as your walls clenched around him.

“Shit,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your orgasm milked him.  “You tryna make me cum, baby?  You want daddy to give you a baby, huh?  Want me to fill this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you whined, your voice trembling with desperation.  “Please cum in me, daddy.”

That was all it took. With a low growl, Jimmy slammed into you one last time, his cock twitching as he came deep inside you. The warmth of his release filled you, and you moaned at the sensation, your body shuddering beneath him. He didn’t pull out right away, instead grinding into you slowly, making sure you felt every last drop.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “You did so good for me. Took it all like a damn champ.”

You whimpered softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks.  “Thank you, daddy,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips softly.  “Ain’t no need to thank me, baby.  You earned that.”

Jimmy finally pulled out, and you winced at the emptiness.  He watched as his cum dripped out of you, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.  “Damn, look at that.  You so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”

Your face heated up, turning your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.  “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his voice softer but no less commanding.  “You did good, baby. Real good.  Daddy’s so proud of you.”

A small smile crept onto your lips despite the exhaustion weighing you down. “I love you, Jimmy.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” he said, kissing your forehead.  “Now let’s get you cleaned up.  You gon’ need your strength for round two.”

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Can we get some Dominik Mysterio x insecure! Reader Istg he'd be such a comforting bf

perfecta.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

cw: themes of self-worth struggles, body image issues, social media negativity, self-destructive behaviors, and emotional distress.

summary: being a female wrestler has its percs until all people can seem to comment on is your body instead of your performance.

A/N: if you’re struggling with any of these feelings, please know you’re not alone, and you deserve kindness—especially from yourself.🤍

you step through the curtain, heart still racing, adrenaline buzzing under your skin like electricity. the match had been everything you wanted it to be—fast-paced, intense, the crowd hanging onto every move. you can still hear the roar of them in your ears, feel the energy thrumming through your veins.

as soon as you make it backstage, adam pearce and hunter are there waiting.

“hell of a match,” pearce says with a nod. “that was exactly what we wanted to see out there.”

hunter grins. “you keep performing like that, and we’ll have to start talking about some bigger opportunities.”

the praise sinks in, warm and exciting, making your smile stretch wider. “thank you,” you say, practically glowing. “that means a lot coming from you both.”

you chat for another moment before finally heading toward the judgment day clubhouse, still feeling the high of the match.

but then, as you walk, you pull out your phone.

at first, the comments match how you feel.

she’s a star.

every time she steps in that ring, she gets better.

this is the future right here.

but then, they shift.

she still doesn’t have “it.”

her moves look weak.

doesn’t matter how much she trains, she’ll never be on their level.

she looks bigger than before. maybe she should focus less on wrestling and more on the gym.

another mid wrestler getting pushed for no reason.

your stomach twists.

it’s like a cold hand wrapping around your ribs, squeezing, making it harder to breathe for just a second.

you shouldn’t care. you know that.

but it lingers, sinking in deep, sticking to you like something you can’t quite shake.

you shove your phone back into your pocket, forcing yourself to let it go.

when you step into the clubhouse, everything shifts.

liv is the first to spot you, her whole face lighting up. “there she is!” she cheers, jumping up from the couch and pulling you into a quick hug. “you killed it out there!”

jd, finn, and carlito chime in with their own praise, and you grin, nodding.

“thanks, guys,” you say, voice still light, still trying to hold onto the adrenaline.

and then dom is there.

before you can even react, his arms are around you, lifting you off the ground just enough to make you laugh.

“mi amor,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before setting you back down. “you were incredible.”

his hands stay on your waist, his forehead brushing yours for just a second before he leans back, studying you.

your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

his brows knit together slightly. “you okay?”

you blink, forcing the weird feeling down, nodding a little too quickly. “yeah, of course,” you say, voice light, pushing a small smile onto your face. “felt good out there.”

his eyes linger on you for a second longer, like he’s not entirely convinced, but before he can say anything else, liv claps her hands together.

“we should go out for drinks after the show,” she suggests. “celebrate the win.”

“i’m down,” you say, nodding, and dom hums in agreement, giving you another quick kiss before starting to talk about something else—maybe the match, maybe something jd did earlier.

you try to focus, try to let yourself just enjoy the moment.

but your stomach still feels a little weird, your mind drifting back to those damn comments.

you push it down, focusing on dom’s voice, his warmth, the way he’s still holding onto you like he doesn’t want to let go.

and for now, that’s enough. or at least, you tell yourself it is.

-

it’s been a few days since your match, and tonight’s show just wrapped up.

ever since that night, you’ve been hyper-aware of everything—the way your gear fits, how you look in the mirror, and especially how much you eat.

the comments keep playing in your head like a broken record, and you can’t shake them no matter how hard you try.

you’re standing near dominik as liv, carlito, finn, and jd decide to grab some food and hang out for a bit before calling it a night.

it’s nothing fancy, just catering and some downtime, but you’re grateful for the distraction.

the group finds a table in the corner of the room, away from the noise of production crews packing up. everyone is laughing, talking about the night’s matches and just talking about everything.

you do your best to engage, smiling, laughing along when necessary, throwing in a comment here and there, but your mind is elsewhere.

in front of you is a plate of food, something you normally wouldn’t hesitate to dig into, but tonight, the food in front of you sits mostly untouched.

you poke at it with your fork, moving things around to make it look like you’ve eaten more than you actually have.

the conversation flows around you, but you’re barely listening. all you can think about is how much better you could be—how much smaller, how much sharper, how much more like the women the fans seem to idolize.

dominik is sitting next to you, one arm draped casually over the back of your chair. he’s laughing at something finn says, but his eyes flicker to your plate every so often.

after a while, he leans in close, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “you alright? you haven’t really eaten much.”

his tone is gentle, but it still makes your stomach tighten. you didn’t think anyone would notice.

you glance at him quickly before brushing it off with a smile. “yeah, just not that hungry.”

his eyes flicker to your plate, then back to you. he doesn’t say anything right away, but you can tell he’s thinking.

“you sure?” he presses, softer this time. “you’ve barely touched your food.”

“yeah,” you say, throwing in a teasing smirk to make it more convincing. “i think jd’s appetite is just making up for mine.”

that gets a chuckle out of dominik, and for a second, it seems like he’s going to let it go. but then, as the conversation at the table shifts to something else, he leans back in his chair, his arm draped casually over the back of yours, and you can feel his gaze lingering.

he watches as you take a few bites here and there but never really finish anything. he watches how you laugh along with everyone but don’t reach for the extra side of fries like you usually would.

he doesn’t say anything else about it, but you can tell he’s paying attention. and for some reason, that makes your stomach twist even more.

you don’t want him to worry. you don’t want him to see it.

so you try harder to act normal, to keep the conversation going, to make sure no one suspects anything.

-

dom had always been eager to see your new gear. whenever you mentioned getting something new made, his excitement was instant.

he loved watching you light up as you described the designs, always telling you how amazing you’d look, how incredible you’d feel in the ring wearing them.

it didn’t matter what it was—he always made you feel beautiful, always made you believe it.

but lately, you’d been having trouble seeing it yourself.

your old gear—the one you felt most like you in—was something he adored. not just because of how you looked in it, but because of how happy it made you. how confident you were the second you put it on.

he loved how you’d stand in front of the mirror in your usual gear, adjusting the straps with a little smirk, the way you’d flex just to mess with him. you owned it. you owned yourself.

he always said it wasn’t the outfit that made you look good; it was the way you wore it, the way you carried yourself.

so when you told him you had new gear, he was just as excited as always, lying back on the bed with a grin as he waited for you to change.

“can’t wait to see it, babe,” he had said, voice full of anticipation.

but now, as you step out of the bathroom, that excitement fades.

you stand in front of the full-length mirror in your shared apartment with dom, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your one-piece.

the fabric feels foreign on your skin—tighter than what you usually wear, but not uncomfortable. it hugs you in a way that feels both unfamiliar and… forced.

it’s a deep black, sleek and shiny, hugging your body in a way that feels almost too perfect.

the material stretches across your curves, with subtle silver and purple detailing along the sides designed to slim your figure.

the cut is higher on the legs than you’re used to, exposing more skin than you’re comfortable with, but you tell yourself it’s what the fans want. it’s what will make everything easier.

the top is structured, a little more supportive than your usual designs, and the neckline is lower, daring in a way that feels strange for you.

it’s meant to balance out the curve of your body, to add curves in places that feel too soft or too wide, trying to give the illusion of something more polished, more acceptable.

you had spent hours with the seamstress, agonizing over every small detail.

this would make your thighs look smaller, you told yourself.

this cut will make your waist seem narrower.

the rational part of your mind knows it’s just clothing. it’s just gear. but every stitch feels like a small compromise.

every alteration feels like it’s chipping away at who you are, piece by piece.

it’s exactly what you thought the fans wanted—something tighter, something sleeker.

something that would stop the constant criticism, make you feel like you fit in with the rest of the roster.

maybe then the comments would slow down, maybe then the voices in your head would quiet.

but now that you’re seeing it on your body, standing in front of the mirror, all you feel is a lingering doubt. it doesn’t feel like you. it doesn’t feel right.

your fingers continue to tug at the hem, nervously adjusting it even though it doesn’t need it. you’re not sure what you’re trying to change—your body, or the way the world sees it.

dom doesn’t say anything at first. he just watches, his excitement fading into something softer, something quieter.

he sees the way your fingers won’t stay still, the way you keep tugging at the hem even though it doesn’t need adjusting.

he catches the quick, fleeting way your eyes flick over your reflection—like you’re trying to convince yourself of something.

you glance at him in the reflection, a nervous smile pulling at your lips. “so… what do you think?” your voice is steady, but there’s a slight tremor beneath it, the kind you can’t hide when you’re unsure.

he takes a deep breath, his gaze flickering between you and your reflection. there’s a pause, a shift in the air. he knows something’s not right, but he doesn’t press.

instead, he smiles softly, his eyes locking onto yours through the mirror. “you look incredible,” he says, his voice warm but careful, as if he’s searching for the right words. “you always do.”

after a moment, he stands, crossing the room in a few easy steps before stopping just behind you.

his hands find your waist—not possessive, not expectant, just there, warm and grounding. his eyes meet yours in the reflection, and his voice is softer when he finally speaks.

“It looks great,” he says, his voice careful. “but why the change? you always loved your old gear.”

you smile again, this time a little more brightly, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “yeah, I know. i just thought… i thought it’s time to switch things up,” you say, trying to keep your tone light. “it looks good, right? i like it.”

dom studies you for a moment, his expression still soft but searching. he doesn’t push, though. instead, he leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his lips warm against your skin.

“you look amazing,” he murmurs against you, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you gently back against him. “no matter what you wear, you always do.”

you let yourself melt into him, feeling the comfort of his embrace, the way his touch makes everything feel just a little better. “thanks,” you whisper, your heart easing, if only for a moment.

he kisses your cheek now, his lips lingering in the way only he knows how to do. “always,” he says, his voice low and sure, like he knows exactly how you need to hear it.

you take a deep breath, resting your head back against his chest. his warmth surrounds you, and for a brief second, you feel a flicker of comfort.

but your eyes stay locked on your reflection, and the quiet doubt that has been lingering in the back of your mind never quite fades.

the reflection staring back at you doesn’t feel like the version of yourself you know, the one you’ve always been.

you stay there, silent, caught in the stillness, wondering if this—this version of you—is the one the world will want.

-

you used to love going to the gym. it made you feel strong, in control, powerful. but now? now it felt like a prison. like no matter how hard you pushed, how much you changed, it would never be enough.

the comments had only gotten worse. you had already started eating less, skipping meals when you could. you had changed your gear, making sure it flattered you more, covered what people seemed to have a problem with. but it didn’t matter. they still had something to say.

so this? pushing yourself until you couldn’t think, until your muscles screamed and your body begged you to stop—this was the last resort.

and you had been doing it for the past few workout sessions, unnoticed. or at least, you thought you had gone unnoticed.

today was no different.

you were on the treadmill next to liv, who was casually scrolling through her phone between sets. her music played softly through her earbuds, her foot tapping along to the beat.

she was relaxed, enjoying her time here. meanwhile, you were fighting to keep your legs moving, ignoring the burning in your calves, the tightness in your chest.

dom was spotting jd across the gym, but even from here, you could feel his eyes on you. he had been watching you more and more lately, like he was waiting for something to happen. you didn’t look his way. you didn’t need to. you just kept running.

“you’ve been going kinda crazy lately,” liv said, pulling an earbud out as she adjusted the strap on her sports bra. “like… more than usual.”

“i’m just trying to be better,” you said, keeping your pace steady even as your body begged you to slow down.

“babes, you’re already killing it,” she insisted, turning to face you fully now. “you don’t need to push yourself harder.”

“i could be better.” the words slipped out before you could stop them, sharper than you intended.

liv’s brows pulled together. “better? what does that even mean? you—”

“just drop it, liv.”

she held up her hands in surrender, but she didn’t look convinced.

you reached for your water bottle, pretending like the conversation never happened, but as soon as you wrapped your fingers around it, you realized they were shaking. badly.

you quickly put the bottle back in the cupholder before she could notice. then, without another word, you turned the treadmill up higher.

later, you moved to weights. your arms were already aching, your muscles tight and sore, but that didn’t stop you from loading more weight onto the bar.

the logical part of you knew you should take it easy, that your body was already at its limit, but the other part—the one fueled by every cruel comment, every lingering glance in the mirror—told you to keep going.

liv was beside you, wiping sweat off her forehead, catching her breath between sets. dom and jd were a few feet away, talking between their reps, but every so often, dom’s eyes flicked toward you. watching. waiting. you ignored him.

“maybe you should take some weight off,” liv said, her tone casual but her eyes cautious.

you tightened your grip on the bar. “don’t worry, liv. i got it.” you smirked, trying to play it off like it was easy, like you weren’t already trembling under the strain.

“babes, seriously,” she pressed. “you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“liv,” you snapped, a little too sharp. “i got it.”

she sighed, stepping back, but you could tell she wasn’t convinced.

you exhaled sharply, adjusting your stance, gripping the bar tighter. then, with all the strength you could muster, you pulled.

pain shot through your arms instantly, fire spreading through your legs as you struggled to straighten up. the weight was heavier than you expected, heavier than it should have been, but you refused to let go. your body screamed at you to stop, your grip faltering for just a second, your vision blurring at the edges.

you nearly lost your balance.

but you held it. you had to.

when you finally set the bar down, your breath came in ragged gasps, your hands shaking at your sides.

you quickly turned your back, pretending to move on to the next exercise, but you knew it was pointless.

you tried to shake it off, to pretend your body wasn’t screaming at you, to act like everything was fine.

but as you moved to the next workout, your legs felt heavier, your arms weaker. every rep, every movement felt like you were dragging yourself through quicksand, but you refused to stop.

stopping meant failure. stopping meant proving them right.

you grabbed a kettlebell for squats, positioning yourself in front of the mirror. liv was finishing her set beside you, glancing your way every few seconds.

you ignored her, just like you ignored the way your body swayed slightly as you lowered into your first squat.

keep going.

you tightened your grip, pushing yourself through another rep, and another. but on the fourth, your vision blurred at the edges, dark spots dancing in front of your eyes. your balance faltered—just for a second—but liv noticed.

“okay, that’s enough,” she said, stepping closer.

“liv, don’t,” you warned, straightening up too fast, dizziness rushing over you like a wave.

she frowned. “you’re literally about to pass out.”

“i’m fine,” you muttered, blinking rapidly, trying to clear your vision.

but then, the kettlebell slipped.

not completely, not enough to drop it, but just enough for it to slip against your fingers before you caught it, just enough to make your stomach flip with panic.

and of course, dom saw.

before you could even process it, dom was already on his way over. he dropped his own bar with a clang, barely acknowledging jd as he walked straight toward you.

“hey.” his voice was closer than you expected, low, firm, impossible to ignore.

you shook your head, already moving. “not now, dom.”

“yeah, now.”

you were a few feet away from liv and jd now, but their stolen glances told you they were still listening. you grabbed your water bottle, taking a long sip, trying to steady your breathing.

“i’m fine,” you said, voice even, controlled.

“bullshit.”

you rolled your eyes, wiping sweat from your forehead as you took another sip. but your hands—your damn hands—were still shaking, and you knew dom saw. his stare burned into you, it felt as if he was picking you apart.

“dom, just drop it,” you muttered, setting your bottle down. you turned to walk away, to move on to the next workout, but he stepped in front of you, blocking your path.

“no.” his voice was low, sharp. “not this time.”

you exhaled sharply, glancing around the gym. liv and jd were still pretending to focus on their workouts, but their exchanged looks told a different story. embarrassment flared hot in your chest. why couldn’t he just let this go? why did he have to push?

you lowered your voice, words clipped. “i said i’m fine.”

dom’s eyes didn’t waver. “y/n, you’re shaking.”

you let out a short, humorless laugh. “because i’m working out.”

his jaw tensed. “no,” he said, voice barely above a whisper but cutting through the gym noise like a blade. “you’re shaking because you’re overdoing it.”

your chest tightened, but you forced yourself to stand straighter, to breathe steadier, to make it look like he was wrong. “dom, i’m serious, i’m fine,” you muttered, stepping past him before he could say anything else.

but he didn’t let it go. of course, he didn’t.

“y/n—”

you ignored him, reaching for a lighter dumbbell, acting like that had been your plan all along. maybe if you looked more in control, maybe if you just kept going, he’d back off.

you positioned yourself in front of the mirror, grip tightening around the weight as you started an easier set. dom didn’t move at first, just stood there, watching, waiting—probably expecting you to slip up again.

you wouldn’t. you couldn’t.

liv and jd exchanged another glance, their efforts to pretend they weren’t watching becoming more pathetic by the second.

dom let out a sharp exhale, dragging a hand over his face before finally—finally—stepping back toward jd. but even as he picked up his own weights again, his eyes never really left you.

-

the judgment day clubhouse was quiet, with everyone out doing a group promo it left just you there, you and the distant sound of thousands of voices cheering.

despite it being just you, the clubhouse didn’t feel peaceful. it feels suffocating.

you sit there, still in your gear, staring at your phone screen, barely able to breathe past the lump in your throat.

the sting of the match, the pain in your body, all of it fades to the background as the words on the screen dig into you, deeper than anything else could.

“she looks huge next to the others.”

“she’s too slow, too heavy, no wonder she lost.”

“maybe if she actually took care of herself, she’d be something.”

“jesus, does she even try?”

you do. you have.

you’ve changed everything. the way you train, the way you eat, the way you exist.

you changed your gear, covering up the parts they seemed to criticize over and over, trying to convince yourself that maybe—maybe—if you looked different, they’d stop.

you stopped eating things you loved. you started pushing harder in workouts even when your body begged you to stop.

you smiled less, laughed less, because it all felt fake anyway. you gave up everything that made you happy because you thought maybe if you just kept changing, if you kept hurting, they’d finally shut up.

but they never do.

you drop your phone onto the couch next to you, your hands shaking. your vision blurs, the tears welling up before you can even try to stop them.

your chest is so tight, your whole body feels like it’s folding in on itself.

you press your hands against your face, trying to stifle the sobs building up in your throat. you don’t want to cry. you don’t want to fall apart again. but it’s all crashing down on you at once—the exhaustion, the hunger, the pain of forcing yourself into someone you’re not just to be acceptable.

a few sobs escape you, and you suck in a shaky breath, willing yourself to get it together.

then the door opens.

you don’t even have to look up to know it’s dom.

his footsteps pause for half a second before he moves toward you, slow and careful.

“hey,” he says, voice softer than usual. “what’s going on?”

you shake your head, quickly swiping at your face, trying to hide the mess of tears. “nothing. i’m fine.”

lie.

dom doesn’t move for a second, but you feel his presence settle next to you on the couch. he’s watching you.

“don’t do that,” he says quietly. “don’t say you’re fine when you’re—” he stops. “baby, you’re shaking.”

you clench your jaw, hating how easily he sees through you. you turn your body slightly, trying to angle yourself away from him, but it’s useless. he’s already seen everything.

his eyes drop to your phone for a split second, and you know—you know—he must’ve caught a glimpse of the screen before it went dark.

“what the hell is this?” his voice changes, something rougher beneath it, and you immediately grab your phone, locking it, clutching it in your hands like you can make it disappear.

“nothing,” you say, but your voice is thin, weak.

dom reaches out, not to take the phone, but to tilt your chin up so you have no choice but to look at him.

your vision blurs all over again.

“tell me the truth,” he says, his voice soft and comforting. “please.”

you shake your head, throat too tight to speak.

but dom already knows.

you see it in his face—the way his brows knit together, his jaw tightens, how his eyes burn with something between heartbreak and fury.

“you’ve been doing all of this,” he says, his voice so careful, like he’s afraid to even say it out loud, “changing everything that you love about yourself… because of them?”

you can’t answer. you can’t breathe.

but you don’t have to.

because dom already knows. and it’s killing him.

“baby,” he murmurs, and his voice is wrecked. “you—why didn’t you tell me?”

you shake your head again, a tear slipping free, and you swipe at it, hating how weak you feel. “because it wouldn’t change anything,” you whisper.

dom flinches.

like you just physically hit him.

“it wouldn’t change—” he cuts himself off, running a hand over his face, exhaling hard. “jesus christ.”

he looks at you again, and this time, there’s anger. not at you. never at you.

but at them. at every single person who has ever made you feel like you were anything less than perfect. at the people who picked you apart when all you ever did was give them everything you had.

his hand moves to cup your jaw, his thumb wiping away another tear you didn’t even realize had fallen.

“listen to me,” he says, voice firm, unwavering. “you are everything. you hear me?”

your lip trembles.

“you don’t need to change a damn thing about yourself for them. not for anyone.” his thumb brushes your cheek again. “i don’t care what they say. they don’t know you. they don’t know how hard you work, how much you give. they don’t see how fucking incredible you are.”

your breath shudders, and dom leans in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i see you,” he murmurs, his voice breaking just a little. “and i love you. not some version of you they think you should be.”

your whole body shakes.

because the way he says it, the way his voice cracks like he’s hurting just as much as you are, it makes something deep inside you shatter.

you grip onto his hoodie, fingers curling into the fabric, and before you can stop yourself, you break.

his arms move to wrap around you, holding you together while you completely fall apart.

your body shakes, sobs wracking your chest, but dom doesn’t let go. he doesn’t even loosen his grip. if anything, he holds you tighter.

his hand cradles the back of your head, his other arm strong around your waist, grounding you, keeping you from slipping any further into the darkness that’s been swallowing you whole.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “i’ve always got you.”

your knees are still pulled up to your chest, your body curled in on itself, but you can’t stay like this—not when dom is right there, warm and steady and here.

slowly, hesitantly, you uncurl just enough to shift, moving closer, pressing yourself against him.

he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t let you pull away even for a second. he moves with you, adjusting so you can tuck yourself against him properly.

his arms tighten around you, securing you in place as your fingers fist into the fabric of his hoodie, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you from breaking apart completely.

his breath is warm against your temple as he shifts, his lips ghosting over your skin, his voice softer now, but still carrying that same fierce intensity.

“you’re perfect.”

your chest heaves, another sob breaking free, because how can he say that?

how can he look at you—like this, a mess, broken, exhausted, torn apart by your own reflection—and still say that?

his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. they’re dark, filled with something unshakable.

“eres perfecta, mi amor.”

the words hit you harder than you expect, the rawness in his voice, the way he says it like it’s an undeniable truth.

like nothing in the world could ever make him think otherwise.

your lip trembles, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks, and dom doesn’t hesitate—he wipes them away, his thumbs brushing over your skin with so much care it makes your heart ache.

“you don’t have to do this to yourself,” he says, his forehead pressing against yours again. “you don’t have to change. not for them, not for anyone.” his voice drops even lower, barely above a whisper. “not even for me.”

you let out a shaky breath, your body still trembling in his arms.

“but i—” you choke on the words, the weight of everything crushing down on you all over again. “it’s never enough. no matter what i do, it’s never enough.”

his jaw clenches, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. “it’s enough for me,” he says, firm and certain. “you are enough for me. you always have been.”

your vision blurs again, but this time, it’s not just from pain. it’s from the way he’s looking at you, like you’re something precious. like you’ve never been anything less than perfect in his eyes.

you shift again, needing to be closer, needing to feel him. you move your legs, adjusting so you can curl into his lap, your arms wrapping around his waist as you bury your face into his chest.

he leans in, his lips brushing against your forehead, lingering there.

“no more of this,” he murmurs against your skin. “no more hurting yourself for people who don’t even know you.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you again, his hands still cupping your face.

“promise me,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “promise me you’ll stop.”

you swallow hard, your breath still shaky, but when you look at him—really look at him—something in you starts to shift.

you nod. just a little. just enough.

dom exhales, relief flashing through his eyes, but there’s still so much emotion there, still so much love.

he presses his lips to your forehead once more before pulling you into his chest, holding you like he’ll never let go.

“te amo,” he murmurs against your hair. “just the way you are.”

[wherescody]

back marks

Cody Rhodes stood in front of the mirror in his locker room, rolling his shoulders and wincing slightly. His back was a patchwork of faint red marks, standing out against the usual bruises from training and matches. He smirked to himself. If only the WWE Universe knew the real reason behind them.

"Yo, Cody, you ready?" a voice called from the hallway.

"Yeah, be right there!" he replied, shaking his head as he grabbed his ring jacket.

Just then, YN peeked into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto his back. Her face turned pink. "Oh my gosh… Cody."

He turned with an amused expression. "What?"

She rushed in, grabbing his arm and turning him toward her. "What? Look at you! Your back looks like you wrestled a wild animal!"

Cody chuckled. "Technically, I did—and I lost." He winked, making her groan and bury her face in her hands.

"This is so embarrassing," she muttered.

Cody gently pulled her hands away, grinning. "Hey, don’t be shy now. You weren’t exactly holding back last night."

YN swatted at his chest. "Stop!"

He laughed, leaning in. "I kinda like it, you know."

She blinked. "The marks?"

Cody nodded. "Yeah. They’re proof that you’re my toughest opponent." His voice was teasing but warm.

YN groaned, hiding her face again. "You’re gonna be the end of me."

Cody pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Nah. But you are gonna be the reason I wrestle tonight with some extra battle scars."

Before she could protest, the PA system blared: "Cody Rhodes, to gorilla position. You're up next!"

Cody slung his weight belt over his shoulder, starting toward the door but pausing to glance back at her. She was still standing there, chewing her lip, looking equal parts flustered and guilty.

He smirked. "Don’t worry, babe. I’ll handle my opponent… and later, you can help me recover."

And with that, he walked out, leaving YN standing there, heart racing and face burning.

Yeah… she was definitely in trouble.

YN paced Cody's locker room, nervously biting her nail as the Monday Night Raw main event played on the monitor. Every slap, every suplex, every brutal landing made her wince.

Especially when Seth Rollins, ever the opportunist, noticed Cody’s back.

"Ohhh, what happened there?" Corey Graves' voice rang out on commentary. "Looks like Cody went through a war before he even stepped in the ring!"

YN nearly died on the spot.

"Oh my gosh," she whispered.

As if things couldn’t get worse, Seth pointed at Cody’s back mid-match and smirked. Then, in classic Rollins fashion, he dramatically ran his fingers across the scratches.

Cody let out a grunt of pain but powered through, eventually hitting Cross Rhodes for the win. The second the bell rang, YN rushed toward the curtain, ready to check on him.

When he finally stepped through, sweaty and exhausted, she was already fussing. "Are you okay?! Did that hurt?!"

Cody blinked at her, then laughed. "That? Babe, I get hit with steel steps for a living. A few love taps aren’t gonna break me."

She groaned. "Cody, they talked about your back on commentary."

He smirked. "Oh, I heard."

YN’s face burned. "I hate you."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "No, you don’t. But I do need a shower. Care to keep me company?"

She gasped, shoving him playfully. "You just wrestled a whole match. I’m not coming near you until you wash off all that sweat."

He smirked, leaning in. "That’s fine… but just so you know, once I do get cleaned up, I might just have to return the favor."

YN’s heart nearly stopped.

Cody winked, grabbed his towel, and headed toward the showers, leaving her standing there, flustered beyond belief.

She was so in trouble.

YN sat on the hotel bed, hugging a pillow to her chest as she replayed the events of the night over and over.

Cody’s scratched-up back on full display. Seth Rollins mocking him in the ring. The commentary team making it worse for millions to hear.

She groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "So embarrassing…"

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and there stood Cody Rhodes—fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, steam rolling behind him. His damp blond hair curled slightly, and a knowing smirk played at his lips as he rubbed his neck.

"So, wanna tell me why you’re pouting?"

YN peeked at him, still mortified. "Because I basically exposed you to the entire WWE Universe!"

Cody chuckled, crossing his arms. "Babe, it’s not that deep." He took a step closer, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "If anything, I think it’s kinda funny."

YN groaned. "Cody, Seth Rollins saw them. Corey Graves saw them! The entire world saw them!"

Cody sat down beside her, leaning in. "And? Now everyone knows I have the toughest manager around."

YN’s breath caught in her throat.

Before she could respond, Cody gently took the pillow from her hands and tossed it aside. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he tilted her chin up.

"Though," he murmured, lips just inches from hers, "I think it’s only fair I win this round."

Her stomach flipped. "Cody…"

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he teased, brushing his nose against hers. "Shy now?"

Her heart pounded as he lightly tapped her nose with his finger, smirking.

"You left scratches," he whispered. "So maybe I should leave a little reminder, too."

YN let out a shaky breath, knowing full well she was so in for it.

And by the time the sun rose, she had a feeling Cody Rhodes would get his revenge.

[4milly]

make it to morning • jimmy u. 1

gif credit @punksrhea.

the tales of 2 roommates, and 1 man.

warning: unprotected sex, possessiveness, cheating, fingering, drunk sex, sex tapes, secret-relationships, pillow talk, oral sex (both m and f receiving), sneaky links, exhibitionism, manipulation, (warnings will update as story progresses)

parings: trinity x jimmy uso x malasia (black!oc) (no one is married in this story!)

inspired by @msbigredmachine !!! <3 for this amazing marvelous piece here xoxo ❤️

the music pumped through malasia's body. that mixed with endless counts of reposado shots? wasn't going to end well. she could feel the room beginning to turn. people jumping up and down all over the place, screaming out sexyy red's lyrics, the heat from the club. it was all damn near suffocating

if i don't get out this bitch, i'm going to fucking faint.

"girl, you good?" trinity yelled out above the music, and slightly less drunker than her.

"yea! i-i just need some air." she stumbled out of the section towards the outside. unaware, of trinity behind her.

trinity and malasia were far from best friends. or even friends. it was trinity's birthday, and wanting to be kind, she invited out malasia.

that was their relationship: practical, transactional. their paths rarely crossed in the apartment—trinity worked nights at a high-end restaurant on ocean drive, while malasia designed websites from their tiny dining room table.

they'd established silent routines: trinity made coffee before bed that malasia would reheat in the morning; malasia would wash any dishes before trinity woke up at noon.

the ad had been simple enough: "roommate needed. 2bed/2bath. south beach. $1100/month + utilities." malasia had responded within minutes of seeing it pop up on craigslist, desperate after her ex-boyfriend had decided their five-year relationship wasn't worth continuing—or helping with rent. she'd attached a brief bio, mentioned she was clean, employed remotely, and needed immediate housing. trinity had responded with equal brevity: "apartment tour thursday. 6pm. don't be late."

they'd spent exactly forty-seven minutes together before trinity handed over a key and a list of house rules. rule #7: "don't expect us to be friends."

"you feeling better?" trinity asked now, leaning against the railing. her birthday crown sat crooked on her braids, catching the neon lights from the club sign.

"yeah. just… went too hard." malasia took a long sip of water. "you didn't have to follow me out here."

"i didn't expect you to invite me tonight," malasia admitted, the tequila still loosening her tongue despite the fresh air.

trinity shrugged, "seemed rude not to. we've been living together for almost a month."

"living together" was a generous description for two people who existed in carefully orchestrated shifts to avoid meaningful interaction. malasia had moved to florida for a fresh start—new city, new people,

new malasia.

but so far, her fresh start consisted of zoom calls, takeout for one, and the occasional awkward nod to trinity in their shared hallway...

"well, h-happy birthday," malasia slurred and offered lamely, suddenly aware of how disheveled she must've looked.

trinity studied her for a moment, her expression unreadable in the dim light. "you know, you're nothing like my last roommate."

who? before malasia could ask, even though she could've cared less, jimmy and jey, jimmy's twin brother, busted outside, "damn, there y'all ass is. y'all wasn't gone say yall left out?" jimmy's voice boomed

"we just needed some air," trinity said, straightening her crown and immediately gravitating toward jimmy. his arm snaked around her waist possessively, but malasia couldn't help noticing how his eyes lingered on her—a fraction too long, a shade too...interested.

"you good, asia?" jimmy asked, his voice dropping an octave lower than when he'd addressed trinity. "looking a little unsteady on them heels."

"i'm fine," malasia managed, though the world still tilted slightly beneath her feet.

the tequila was playing tricks with her equilibrium, but she wasn't so drunk that she couldn't recognize the appreciative way jimmy's gaze traveled from her face down to her silver mini dress and back up again

jey cleared his throat. "yo, trin, that dj just announced they doing birthday shoutouts. you might wanna get back in there."

trinity's face lit up. "for real? hell yeah!" she tugged at jimmy's arm. "baby, come on."

but jimmy was still looking at malasia, that slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face—the same smile she'd seen three days ago when he'd "accidentally" brushed against her in the kitchen, his hand grazing the small of her back as he reached for a glass in the cabinet above her head. when he'd comment on her workout clothes as she passed through the living room.

"what about your roomie?" he asked, thumb brushing trinity's hip bone while his eyes remained fixed on malasia. "she don't look too good."

malasia swallowed hard. the way jimmy looked at her made her skin prickle with a confusing mixture of discomfort and something she refused to name. this was trinity's man—trinity who might not be her friend but who had still invited her tonight, who made coffee she could reheat, who had given her a place to live when she'd had nowhere else to go.

"nah—nah, i'm cool. i'm gonna just head back home." malasia had redirected the conversation back to trinity

trinity hesitated, clearly torn between her birthday spotlight inside and the roommate code she pretended not to care about. "you sure? we could all bounce if you're—"

"nah, baby, it's yo night," jimmy cut in, his voice smooth as butter. "i'll take her home. jey can stay with you, make sure you get all 'em birthday shoutouts."

"no no no," malasia quickly started, "i can call an uber or something. you should stay."

"it's cool," jimmy continued, already pulling his keys from his pocket. "i'll come right back. twenty minutes, tops."

malasia hesitated, her mind a fog of tequila and uncertainty. trinity's eyes narrowed slightly, but the pull of birthday attention was stronger than whatever suspicion flickered across her features.

"fine," trinity finally agreed. "but come right back, jimmy. it's my night." she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, her crown tilting precariously.

malasia gave trinity a small smile—part gratitude, part guilt—as jimmy's hand found the small of her back, guiding her toward the parking lot. she could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress, his fingers splayed wider than necessary.

"this way," jimmy said, his voice close to her ear. the parking lot was a maze of luxury cars and valet attendants rushing between them. jimmy's matte black g-wagon sat in a reserved spot near the entrance, gleaming under the streetlights like some predatory animal

he reached around her to open the passenger door, his chest pressing against her back for a moment longer than required. the leather seat was cool against her bare thighs as she slid in, suddenly aware of how high her silver mini dress had risen. she tugged at the hem, but the metallic fabric refused to cooperate, clinging to her skin.

jimmy walked around to the driver's side, his eyes never leaving her as he slid behind the wheel. the interior smelled of expensive cologne and new leather. he started the engine but didn't put the car in drive, instead turning toward her, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel.

"you good, ma? " his eyes traveled slowly from her face down to where her dress had ridden up again, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. "that dress straight fire on you."

malasia shifted uncomfortably. "thanks. can we just—i really need to get home."

he finally put the car in reverse, backing out of the space with one hand on the wheel, the other resting dangerously close to her knee. the music came on automatically—something slow and explicit that made the already small space feel even more intimate.

"you gotta man?" jimmy asked as they pulled onto the main road, the club's neon lights fading behind them. his question hung in the air between them, heavier than it had any right to be.

"no," she answered, then immediately regretted it. "i mean—i'm not looking for one either."

jimmy chuckled, a low sound that seemed to reverberate through the luxury car's interior. "everybody looking for something, asia." the way he said her nickname—drawing out the syllables—made her skin prickle, "good as you look? somebody fucked up."

at a red light, his eyes drifted to her legs again. "where's your dress from? it's cute, ma." his eyes flicked down to her thighs, his fingers tapped against the leather steering wheel in rhythm with the bass-heavy music.

"some boutique on lincoln road," she mumbled, tugging at the hem again. the dress had seemed perfect when she'd tried it on—sexy but not too revealing. now it felt like shrink wrap under jimmy's gaze.

"you must be making good money with them websites trinity says you design."

the mention of trinity's name sent a flush of guilt across malasia's face. trinity might have been just a roommate. but there was something about the way jimmy's eyes kept finding her in the dark that felt like a violation of something unspoken, something that existed beyond friendship. a roommate code. something.

trinity, who had invited her out tonight when she could have left her sitting alone in their apartment. trinity, who despite their careful dance of avoidance, had never been unkind.

"you quiet, ma," jimmy said, his voice cutting through her thoughts. "that tequila got you in yo feelin's or what?"

"just tired," she lied, pressing herself closer to the door.

her phone buzzed in her clutch. a text from her friend jade back in chicago: "how's the birthday party? meet any cute miami guys yet?" the irony made her stomach churn. or maybe that was the tequila. either way, she left the message unanswered, the blue light of her screen illuminating her guilty expression before she clicked it off.

they turned onto her street, the familiar row of low-rise apartment buildings coming into view. malasia had thought this place beautiful when she'd first arrived.

"i should go," malasia said, fumbling for the door handle. "thanks for the ride."

jimmy's laugh was low, teasingly. "damn, ma. i'm just being friendly. trinity told me you ain't got no friends down here yet."

boy, just go the fuck back to the club.

the observation stung with its accuracy. malasia had spent most of her first month in miami hunched over her laptop, building websites for clients who existed only as email addresses and zoom rectangles.

"i really need to go in," malasia repeated, reaching again for the door handle. this time jimmy pressed the unlock button, the doors clicking open.

she pushed the door open, grateful for the rush of humid night air that hit her face. standing proved more difficult than anticipated; the tequila had settled into her legs, turning them to rubber. her silver heels—borrowed from trinity, she realized with another stab of guilt—wobbled beneath her. the sidewalk tilted dangerously.

before she could stop herself, malasia stumbled, ankle twisting. she braced for impact with the concrete, but instead felt strong hands wrap around her waist, steadying her.

"i gotchu, ma. c'mon." jimmy's voice was close to her ear, his breath warm against her neck. his hands were firm on her waist, thumbs brushing against the exposed skin where her dress had ridden up. "let's get you inside, ight?"

malasia steadied herself, painfully aware of how their bodies fit together, of how trinity would see this if she were here. something about the way jimmy held her felt like a betrayal anyway.

"i can walk," she mumbled, pulling away slightly. but jimmy kept one arm firmly around her waist as they made their way to the building's entrance.

"this yo key?" he asked, plucking her clutch from her hands before she could protest. his fingers brushed against hers, the contact sending an unwelcome spark up her arm.

she watched as he rummaged through her things, finding her keys with unnecessary thoroughness. the elevator ride was seventeen seconds of exquisite torture. jimmy stood too close, his cologne filling the small space.

the apartment door clicked open under her key, the familiar darkness greeting malasia like an accomplice. the silence felt heavy compared to the pounding bass they'd left behind at the club.

"just need to get to my room," malasia said, attempting to disentangle herself from jimmy's grasp, but his arm remained firm around her waist.

"let me help you, ma. them shoes 'bout to be the death of yo ass."

finally breaking free of his hold. she kicked off trinity's silver heels, leaving them haphazardly by the door.

malasia made her way to the kitchen, desperate for water, for distance, for sobriety. the clock on the microwave read 1:37 AM—the green digits swimming before her eyes. she reached for a glass, her fingers trembling slightly.

"let me help you with that, ma." jimmy was suddenly behind her, his chest pressed against her back as he reached around her for the glass. his other hand settled on her hip, fingers splaying wide against the metallic fabric of her dress.

"i got it," she insisted, sliding sideways out of his grasp. "you should get back to trinity. her birthday and all."

jimmy leaned against the counter, watching her fill the glass with water.

"what's the rush? trinity got her whole squad there, her brother too. she cool." he stepped closer, taking the glass from her hand and setting it on the counter. "besides, i told her i'd make sure you got home safe. that's what i'm doing."

malasia took a step back. "well, i'm home now. safe and sound."

"you still looking wobbly to me." jimmy's voice dropped lower, feeling her out "might need to make sure you don't fall and hurt yourself."

"i'm good," she insisted, reaching for her water again. "really. you can tell trinity i made it fine."

jimmy chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "you nervous, asia? don't be like that." his fingers brushed against her hand, attempting to grab it. "we both grown. ain't nothing wrong with two adults getting to know each other better."

"you should go, jimmy." she said, but the words lacked conviction. she knew it. she felt it/

"lemme ask you some, asia." jimmy replied, moving closer.

malasia gripped the counter behind her, the cool granite pressing into her lower back. the kitchen suddenly felt impossibly small, "trinity's your girl. she's back up the club and you need to leave and go back there."

"trinity's my girl, yeah." jimmy nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "but that don't mean i can't appreciate what's standing right in front of me. do it?" his gaze traveled the length of her body, lingering on the curves the silver dress accentuated. "them little ass gym shorts? this little ass dress you got on...i peeped the way you kept tryna see if i was watchin'. you thought you was slick?"

malasia shook her head, trying to clear the fog of tequila and desire that clouded her judgment. she had to admit. when she first met jimmy, she couldn't deny he was sex on legs. but she buried those thoughts so deep out of respect for trinity.

"trinity—" malasia managed to whisper, but even her roommate's name sounded weak on her lips, a feeble protest against the tide rising between them.

"trinity ain't gotta know," jimmy murmured, his breath warm against her face. he was intoxicating in ways the liquor couldn't touch. "this just between us. just tonight."

she became aware at the touch of jimmy's hand coasting towards upwards. the dress slightly moving upwards bunching up on her waist. asia closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder.

she'd been rushing to get ready and grabbed the dress at the last minute. it had a built-in slip that made underwear lines show, and she'd made a split-second decision that seemed harmless—

his foot kicked hers outwards, so his hand could drift between her thighs. she let out a small gasp as his hand covered her slicked pussy.

"that's why you was so careful sitting down," he murmured, his lips now close to her ear. "why you kept pulling at this dress all night."

she let out a small whimper, as his fingers circled over her clit. her body responded to his touch like an instrument perfectly tuned to his hands, each brush of his fingers drawing forth reactions she couldn't suppress.

"look at chu'" he whispered pressing kisses onto her neck, "soaking my fingers, while my girls out celebrating her birthday."

the mention of trinity should have been cold water, should have snapped her back to reality. instead, it added a forbidden edge that only heightened her response. jimmy's fingers circled her most sensitive spot, drawing forth a gasp she couldn't contain.

"jimmy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "we shouldn't—"

we should.

"but we are, mama," he replied, his voice husky with want. he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and tasting her essence, "goddamn, you taste good as you look. c'mere."

before she could protest further, jimmy bent slightly, wrapping his strong arms around her thighs and lifting her effortlessly. instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist, the silver dress bunching completely at her hips now, exposing her to the cool air of the apartment and the heat of his body.

"which room is yours?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers, challenging her to stop this, knowing she wouldn't.

malasia hesitated, her last thread of resistance fraying dangerously. "second door on the right," she finally panted, the words feeling like both surrender and victory.

his hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her flesh with a possessiveness that made her whimper into his mouth; his kisses where deep and consuming.

just like him.

her heart hammered against her ribs with anticipation, as he laid her down on the edge of the bed. her ass nearly just dangling off the edge. her silver dress now nothing more than a metallic band around her waist.

"tell me you whatchu want, mama." he demanded, his voice low and commanding as he unbuckled his belt. the sound of metal clinking sent a shiver down her spine. "say it loud. it's just us."

malasia swallowed hard, caught between desire and the image of trinity that floated at the edges of her consciousness.

trinity in her birthday crown. trinity who had invited her out tonight. trinity whose boyfriend was now standing between her spread legs.

jimmy leaned down, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he captured her mouth in another searing kiss.

when he pushed his pants down his hips, her breath caught audibly. he was magnificent—thick and long, already fully hard. pride gleamed in his eyes at her reaction, at the way her lips parted involuntarily.

he lowered himself between her thighs again, but instead of entering her, he took his length in his hand and began to slide it through her wetness. the sensation sent electric currents racing up her spine—the hot, hard length of him gliding against her pussy, coating himself in her arousal but never pushing inside.

she let out a loud moan, as the base of his dick rubbed against her clit. "fuck," she gasped, her hips rising instinctively to increase the pressure.

"ask me nicely, baby. tell me whatchu want me do, asia." he panted in her ear, pressing hot kisses against her collar bone.

trinity was a thought long gone. the guilt still present in her stomach was intense. she wanted to be rid of it. and jimmy. but how could she when he was laying on top of her about to stretch her right around his dick.

"please.." she finally managed, and regretfully. the words were barely audible.

"please what? hm? what is it?" jimmy pressed further onto her pussy,

"fuck! jimmy, fuck me! oh god—" she let out a gasp as jimmy slid all the way home, burying himself inside, his thick length stretching her in ways that made tears appear at the corner of her eyes. malasia arched beneath him, her body stretching to accommodate his size.

"goddamn," he hissed through clenched teeth, "you tight as fuck."

he established a rhythm that had her clutching at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin.

each thrust drove her further up the bed until he wrapped his arms around her waist in a bearhug, pulling her back to the edge, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. his muscular forearms flexed beneath her, holding her in place as he drove into her relentlessly.

"that's right, mama. just lay back. you taking this dick so good, asia. so. fucking. good." each word was punctuated with a thrust that hit something deep inside her, something that made her curl her toes and arch her back.

her fingers tangled in his close-cropped hair, nails scraping against his scalp as she held on for dear life.

"jimmy," she gasped, as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids. "oh my god—"

he shifted his grip, large hands sliding down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the thick soft flesh as he used the leverage to drive deeper into her pussy. obscene sounds of their sexing bouncing off the walls, sounded like a song.

it would go diamond if you heard it.

the silver dress was bunched uncomfortably between them now, the metallic fabric scratching against her sensitized skin. jimmy reached down, yanking it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it carelessly to the floor. her breasts spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the cool air of the room.

he moved his hands under her knees to push them against the bed. his eyes glued to the image of his dick pressed into her pussy.

she felt a fire building inside her belly. she should've pushed him away. make him go. but the adrenaline pumping in her veins made her lay back and moan his name.

"we shouldn't—" she tried again. wanting to convince herself this was wong...it was wrong. but her protest dissolved into a moan as he circled his hips, grinding against her in a way that made her thighs tremble.

"the way this pussy gripping me? lookin like you dont ever want me leave." he growled, tightening his grip on her ass.

malasia's head fell back, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth. he took advantage immediately, sucking at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, surely leaving marks she'd have to hide tomorrow. the thought of trinity seeing them sent another conflicted wave of guilt and arousal through her.

jimmy must have seen the flicker of guilt cross her face because he leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that drove all thoughts from her mind. he wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug, lifting her slightly off the bed. her breasts pressed against the hard plane of his clothed chest.

"don't think about her," he commanded against her mouth. "think about how good you feelin'."

to emphasize his point, he drove into her harder, deeper, the new angle making her cry out. her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his close-cropped hair, holding on as he pounded into her. the room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of her wetness accepting him over and over.

malasia couldn't form words, could only respond with desperate moans as pleasure built inside her. jimmy's hands slid down to cup her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, controlling her movements, forcing her to take every inch of him.

"this what you been needing, ain't it?" he panted, voice rough with exertion. "this why you been walking around half-naked. wanting me to see you. wanting me to fuck you just like this?"

"jimmy, i can't—i'm gonna—" her words faltered as pressure built low in her belly, a tightening coil of sensation threatening to snap. her pussy latching onto him like a deathtrap wetting him up

"hah, not yet," he commanded, suddenly slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes. "look at me first. i wanna see your face when you cum on my dick."

she forced her heavy lids open, meeting his intense gaze. the raw desire she saw there nearly undid her—how long had it been since anyone had looked at her that way? like she was something to be devoured, something precious and rare?

"that's it. you feel that ma? wanna feel every inch of this pussy." he held himself above her now, arms braced on either side of her head, watching her face with an intensity that made her feel both seen and exposed.

malasia whimpered, her body trembling beneath him as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back in with excruciating slowness. the drag of him against her walls sent sparks shooting up her spine, each nerve ending screaming for more, faster, harder—but jimmy maintained that devastating pace, a half-smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched her squirm.

"touch y'self for me, baby. give her some attention. she deserves it."

she hesitated. a fleeting moment of shyness washing over her despite their current position. no one had ever asked her to do this—to participate in her own pleasure so explicitly, so visibly.

"don't get shy on me now, ma," he coaxed, his free hand guiding hers downward. "show me how you like it."

her fingers trembled as they slipped between their bodies, finding the slick swollen bundle of nerves where they were joined. the first circle of her fingertips made her gasp, electricity shooting up her spine. jimmy watched, transfixed, as she began to touch herself—hesitant at first, then with growing confidence as pleasure mounted.

"that's it," he encouraged, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "just like that."

the dual sensation was overwhelming—his thick length stretching her while her own touch built a different kind of pressure. her eyes stayed locked to his, as her mouth formed an O shape. tears began to spill from her eyes as her thighs started to shake.

"whose making you feel this good? hm? whose fuckin you right now? you mines, aintchu?"

the possessiveness in his voice should have repelled her. instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her veins, pooling low in her belly where he was buried deep inside her.

"you," she cried out, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders. "you are."

"nah. that ain't enough," slowing his pace to torturous, deliberate strokes that made her squirm beneath him. he slapped her hand away to rub her clit fiercely, "whose pussy is this?"

"it's yours," she sobbed, the guilty admission flooding her center, "'i'm yours, jimmy. please—i need to cum. please, please let me cum."

"that's right," his hips continues their merciless assault on her pussy, until she started to babble incoherently, "lemme feel it, baby. go ahead, pretty girl."

a triumphant smile spread across his face, predatory and satisfied. the pressure in her belly finally snapped in violent waves, flooding jimmy with her arousal. her muscled clenching as jimmy continued his relentless pace.

her vision blurred, pleasure radiating outward from her core in concentric circles that made her toes curl and her fingers twist in the sheets. she heard herself crying out—desperate, broken sounds she barely recognized as her own. her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her inner walls gripping him with each pulse of her release.

"fuck," Jimmy hissed, his rhythm faltering as her body squeezed him. "you feel so fucking good when you cum."

with a final, brutal thrust, jimmy buried himself to the hilt and let go. his rhythm faltering as her body milked him. his body went rigid above her, muscles tensing as he spilled himself inside her with a groan that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul. she could feel each pulse of his release, hot and thick, filling her completely.

for several heartbeats, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the distant hum of the air conditioner, and the faint ticking of the clock on her nightstand. reality hovered at the edges of her consciousness, waiting to crash in.

and then it did.

the clock—3:27 AM. almost an hour and 30 minutes had passed. the tears came without warning, hot and shameful as they slid down her temples into her hair. jimmy lifted himself onto his elbows, looking down at her with an expression that shifted from post-coital satisfaction to something harder, more calculating.

"hey, hey," he whispered, brushing a tear away with his thumb. "c'mon. none of that. you aight, ok? we aight. relax, baby."

"oh god! what did i do, oh my god." malasia cried out into the air. his causal dismissal of her distress only made her tears flow faster, sobs echoing around the room before her hand could catch them.

"shh, these walls thin as hell," jimmy whispered, pressing a hand against her lips. His eyes, so full of desire moments ago, now held something else—more, "don't cry, ma. i gotchu, yea? you felt good? don't cry over some that felt good, ight?"

malasia's tears continued to flow silently beneath his palm. her chest heaved with the effort of containing her sobs, guilt and shame swirling together. jimmy removed his hand slowly, watching her carefully to ensure she wouldn't start wailing again.

she turned her face away, shame burning through her chest. "trinity—"

"don't think about that right now," jimmy interrupted, gently turning her face back toward him. his thumb traced the outline of her bottom lip. "just think about how nice it felt. how perfect we fit t'gether."

his words washed over her like a balm, soothing the ragged edges of her conscience. she wanted to believe him—that this hadn't been just a terrible mistake, a betrayal born from loneliness.

he withdrew from her body with careful movements, and she winced at the sudden emptiness, at the warm trickle of their combined fluids running down her thighs and onto the edge of her comforter.

"don't move," he stated before fixing himself up. she watched through tear-blurred vision as he tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his shirt. he turned to leave the room—more than likely to the bathroom.

jimmy returned with a warm, damp washcloth, kneeling beside the bed. he leaned down to flick his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her one last time, as the towel swiped against her tendered area. he cleaned their combined release from her inner thighs, from between her folds, his touch clinical yet somehow special.

jimmy's movements were practiced—too practiced, a distant part of her mind noted.

"lift up," he murmured, helping her sit upright on the edge of the bed. he moved off the bed towards her closet with a casual confidence; he knew she wouldn't question him or...this anymore.

at least for tonight.

he picked out a plain oversized shirt and a pair of panties to dress her in. he returned to her, bunching the fabric in his hands before easing it over her head. he guided her arms through the sleeves with surprising tenderness. the shirt fell to mid-thigh, covering her nakedness but not the memory of what they'd done.

he lifted one ankle, then the other, sliding the underwear over her feet, then up her calves, her knees. his fingers brushed against the tender skin of her inner thighs as he pulled the fabric higher.

"lift," he said again, and she raised her hips, allowing him to settle the cotton against her still-sensitive flesh.

when he finished, he remained kneeling between her legs, looking up at her with an expression she couldn't decipher. his hands rested on her knees, thumbs tracing small circles on her skin.

"you good?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

malasia nodded, though she was anything but good. her body hummed with satisfied pleasure while her mind screamed with regret.

"lemme getchu' some water," jimmy said, rising from his position between her knees.

she watched him move through her darkened bedroom with the confidence of someone who belonged there—not a visitor, not an intruder, but someone claiming space.

when he returned, he cradled the back of her head like she was something fragile, something precious, as he held the glass to her lips. the water was cool against her throat, washing away the taste of tequila and regret. his thumb wiped away a droplet that escaped the corner of her mouth, then lingered there, tracing the outline of her bottom lip.

"you still crying?" he asked, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. In the faint light filtering through her curtains, his eyes looked almost tender.

malasia shook her head, though she could still feel the dampness on her cheeks. "I'm just…" the words wouldn't come. how could she explain the hurricane inside her? the way her body still hummed with pleasure while her conscience screamed in protest?

jimmy set the glass down and took her face in both hands, his palms warm against her tear-stained cheeks, "you good. we good. this stays between us, yeah? our little secret. it's gone be trinity and me, but that don't mean it can't be me and you, too. ight?"

she was unable to form words around the lump in her throat.

how could she agree with his sick lullaby?

jimmy leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. despite every warning bell clanging in her mind, malasia found herself responding. the kiss deepened, his hand sliding from her chin to cradle the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as she kissed him with just as much passion.

time seemed to stretch and compress simultaneously—the kiss could have lasted seconds or hours, malasia couldn't tell.

"i can't," she whispered, but even as she said it, her body betrayed her—leaning into his touch, craving more of the connection that had left her so thoroughly undone.

"you already did, mama." jimmy reminded her, his voice a silken caress. "and you liked it. you wanted it. we both wanted it and we both know that."

the moment felt like it should've belonged to lovers, not to whatever tangled, illicit thing they had just created.

"i gotta get back," he murmured, though he made no move to leave. his fingers traced idle patterns on the bare skin of her thigh where her oversized shirt had ridden up. "trinity's probably wondering where i'm at."

with me...

malasia nodded, but her hands betrayed her, fingers still clutching his shirt. the thought of him leaving—of being alone with what they'd done—sent a wave of panic through her chest. the room would feel too empty, too full of echoes and implications.

he gave her a small kiss, before turning to leave. after he closed her room door, she waited until she heard the front door lock before laying down and finally crying to herself. after what felt like hours, she lifted her phone to see another text from jade, and an instagram notification.

-

j.us.im has sent you a friend request.

j.us.im: she's staying with me t'night.

j.us.im: taking her to her girls place tomorrow.

j.us.im: can't stop thinking about you now ma. don't matter what you tell yoself.

j.us.im: you ain't going no where.

what did she get herself into?

heyyyy, everyoneeee.

this one????….its intense. it’s gonna be intense. 🙂‍↕️ i can’t get enough of a nice toxic trope. but dw. ill be continuing the valentines day writings still. so we’ll get some sweet-ish too😜.

i’ve been going crazy yall. college is draining me. but my spring break is upon us. so i’ll finally get a chance to relax.

tell me in the comments what you guys think !

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[romanreignsbae]

A Paradise in Paradise💗 🌊☀️

SMUT❗️Warnings: praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, Oral (f receiving) Otherwise just fluff!💕

As Y/n laid on her lounge chair, she finally felt a sense of peace wash over her. Finally her and her husband Joe had some alone times to themselves.

Since Joe was taking a break after his most recent WrestleMania loss to Cody Rhodes, he decided it was the perfect opportunity to take his girl on a nice vacation. But Joe being himself always went above and beyond with it. He rented out a whole private island in Hawaii, just for him and his wife. He almost himself thought he did too much, but the smile it brought to his beautiful wife’s face made it all worth it.

Y/n was reading her novel she chose for this trip while tanning peacefully. “Baby! Come on, let’s go in the water!” her husband shouted.

Y/n shot up from her chair and made her way through the sand to him. “There you are! I missed you!” Joe told her dramatically while planting kisses all over her face.

She let out a giggle and cuddled into his chest. "Let’s go in the water!” she screamed out excitedly. She’d been dying to go to the beach ever since he announced this trip.

He threw her over his shoulder and sprinted towards the water. “Ah! Put me down!” Y/n squealed as they got closer to the water. The couple landed into the teal beach water with one big splash. They rose from the water at the same time and wrapped each other’s arms around one another.

After some time of messing around in the water they decided to head back to their luxurious villa. “Look at my tan lines! I feel like a new person!” Y/n told Joe while moving her bikini strap to show him her new tan lines. “You look beautiful as ever” he told her. She blushed. Her husband always had a way with words.

The couple took a shower, and decided to get ready for the dinner Joe had planned out. Y/n exited the bathroom wearing a beautiful silky dress Joe had picked out just for her. “Woooo damn baby, are you cinderella, cause that dress gon be gone at midnight!” Joe said. Y/n laughed at her husband’s corniness. But she had to admit that was a good one.

“You look so beautiful too handsome.” Joe felt his cheeks heating up. Even though he was the talker in their relationship whenever his wife threw a compliment his way, he always felt shy about it. Y/n loved how she could make him shy too though.

The couple shared a beautiful Hawaiian themed dish together for dinner, and then headed back to the beach for a late night walk. While walking together quietly in the sand, Joe decided to spike some conversation. “Babyyy it’s almost midnight, I get to take that dress off you soon..” Joe said whispered to her, while purposely brushing his lips against her ear. He felt her skin grow goosebumps on it. Y/n felt a wave of neediness and desire for him surge through her body.

“Mmm sure..let’s just go back now..” Y/n told him. His eyes lit up excitedly while picking her bridal style and heading back to their villa.

Once they got back Joe placed her on the corner of their king sized bed, and slowly began taking her low sandal heels off. “Hurry up” Y/n pleaded him. Joe let out a chuckle at her sudden neediness. “Ok babydoll chill.”

Once he successfully took off her heels he brought her up from the bed and began unzipping her dress. “Oh my days! I swear, if you don’t hurry up!” Y/n complained. “Talk one more time without permission and you ain’t gettin nun tonight” Joe told her threateningly. Y/n let out a small sigh knowing she couldn’t fight him on this.

After she was fully undressed he laid her down gently on her back, back onto their bed. He slowly began undressing himself making Y/n more and more impatient.

Finally after what felt like an entirety for y/n, he was finally all undressed. He crawled up onto Y/n and moved in for a passionate kiss.

Their tongues both fought for dominance, and Joe won. He removed himself from her lips and ran his thumb over her puffy bottom lip. He placed one more peck on her lips before travelling down towards her neck. He nibbled at her sweet spot causing a small moan to leave her lips. She felt him smirk at the sound.

His kisses traveled down towards her chest where he took one of her breasts and massaged it thoroughly. She let out a sigh at the motion of his hands. He brought his face down to her breast where he brought her nipple into his mouth. He toyed around with it, slightly sucking, and biting down. He felt her hips starting roll against his to create friction. “Don’t try anythin yet you needly little slut. My little slut.” he told her roughly. “Ima take my time wit you.” She whimpered with impatience.

His kisses traveled from her breasts, down her stomach, and he pulled away. Avoiding the spot she needed his mouth most. “Please daddy” she whimpered. “Hmm I don’t know, you’ve been extra impatient today..” he teased her. “I promise i’ll be so good daddy just- please” she begged. Without warning he dove right into her pussy causing a loud moan to escape her lips.

He ate her like a starved man and purposely sucked extra hard on her sensitive bundle of nerves. After a few minutes a familiar feeling began to build up in her tummy. “D-daddy i’m gonna-” she tried to communicate but it was difficult when he was devouring her. He hummed, sending vibrations to go through her body. After one last suck on her clit she came undone. He licked every last bit of her essence and finally pulled away. “T-thank you daddy” she said shakily as she was still recovering from her earth shattering orgasm.

“Your welcome sweetheart, ya better be good for daddy now” he said to her. She nodded her heard reassuringly at his words. Joe stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed in slowly causing a loud groan to leave his lips. Y/n gasped in pain and pleasure at the sudden fullness. He knew he has to take it slow with her. The size god blessed him with wasn’t something he could just slam into her. He looked down to see tears filling her eyes. “Hey, hey. Baby you okay?” he asked her. He would never wanna hurt his beautiful wife. She nodded her head. “Yeah just feels so big” she said softly while putting on a soft smile for him.

After staying still for a minute Y/n spoke up. “Baby, you can move now.” With one final look at his wife for reassurance Joe pushed forward. “Pussy’s all mine. All mine.” Both of them moaned loudly. “All yours daddy!” she chanted. When they made love they couldn’t help themselves from the noises that came out of their mouths. “You feel so fuckin good baby.” Joe thrusted in and out of her at a steady pace until he felt her squeeze around him. He knew her body in and out and that meant she was close. “You gonna cum baby?” he asked her. “Yes!” she moaned. “Me too, hold up.”

He reached down moving his fingering over her clit, and that was it. Her body starting shaking and with one more thrust he released himself into her, filling her up. He let her orgasm ride out and then he rolled off of her and pulled her into his chest. “You okay princes? Need anything?” he asked in a concerned tone. “No i’m okay I just wanna get some sleep” she told him in a hoarse tone. “Okay baby” he told her before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. He made sure she was in a deep sleep before he fell into his own.

[mamiobesssionfics]

One Day

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: You two attend a wedding.

As you and Rhea stepped into the elegant venue, the atmosphere was filled with joy and anticipation. 

It was a significant occasion, the wedding of your dear friend. 

Deep down, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness, knowing that you and Rhea were attending as a couple.

You and Rhea had been together for quite some time now, but due to the circumstances, keeping your relationship a secret had become a necessity. 

While you longed for the day when you could openly express your love, for now, the two of you chose to cherish the moments you could steal away together.

As the ceremony started, you found yourselves seated amongst the guests, eagerly awaiting the sight of your friend walking down the aisle. Rhea's hand intertwined with yours, providing a sense of comfort and ease. 

The love you shared was undeniable, you never felt anything like this with anyone in your entire life.

Throughout the ceremony, stolen glances and subtle gestures showed the depth of your affection. 

The beauty of the love between you and Rhea was a testament to the power of authenticity, regardless of the barriers that society imposed.

As the newlyweds exchanged vows, you couldn't help but imagine your wedding. 

The thought filled you with hope and a renewed determination to fight the challenges ahead.

After the ceremony, the reception began, and you and Rhea found comfort in each other's company. She did help you calm your nerves.

The dance floor was tempting, and you both jumped on the opportunity to drink and dance with the other guests. 

With every twirl and dip, you felt the weight of the world slip away, but it could also be the drinks you had, you weren't sure.

At the same time, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances and whispers around you. 

It was a reminder that society's acceptance was still a work in progress. But in that moment, surrounded by love and happiness, you refused to let anyone dampen the light that radiated from your connection with Rhea.

The night carried on, and as the evening neared a close, you and Rhea shared a quiet moment beneath the starlit sky. 

"Isn't this beautiful?" you asked her as you walked around the garden.

"You are."

"Rhea!" you laughed but deep down really treasured her kind words.

You two spoke of promises of a future where love would overpower all. 

The wedding may have been a reminder of the challenges you faced and will continue facing.

"Maybe one day, it will be the two of us." she said, confirming your suspicion of the fact that you couldn't be the only one who was thinking about it the entire day.

But being by her side, you knew that she was going to do anything in her power to keep you safe and so will you.

"One day." you said to her and smiled as she leaned closer to kiss you.

You could still hear the party going on in the back as the two of you kissed not far from them.

Little did you know that one of the photographers managed to snag a photo of the two of you under that moonlight.

[unfgvien]

supporting my wife

pairing - rhea x reader

summary -Yn, a passionate woman, watched her wife Rhea Ripley enter the ring, despite intense competition. Despite losing a match, Yn remained supportive, wishing Rhea continued success.

word count - 996

Yn sat in the front row, her heart racing with excitement. The lights in the arena were bright, and the crowd roared with energy. It was a night of intense competition, and the wrestling ring was buzzing with anticipation. Yn couldn’t help but feel proud as she watched her wife, Rhea Ripley, prepare to enter the ring. Rhea was not just her partner; she was a fierce competitor, known for her strength and determination.

Yn had always admired Rhea’s passion for wrestling. From the moment Rhea had stepped into the ring for the first time, Yn knew this was her calling. Rhea trained hard every day, pushing her limits and perfecting her skills. Yn was there for every practice, cheering her on and helping her stay focused. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, Rhea was up against some of the best wrestlers in the world.

As the arena lights dimmed, the music blared loudly, and everyone turned to the entrance. Yn felt her heart flutter as Rhea emerged, her presence captivating and powerful. Rhea wore her signature black and gold outfit that shimmered under the lights. With her imposing stature and confident stride, she looked ready to take on the world. Yn could see the fire in Rhea's eyes, and it filled her with pride.

The atmosphere was electric. Fans cheered for their favorite wrestlers, waving signs and shouting names. Rhea was a crowd favorite, and Yn felt lucky to be married to such an incredible woman. She held a sign that read, “Go Rhea! ” and waved it energetically, hoping to boost Rhea's spirit.

As the match began, Yn leaned forward in her seat, fully invested in every move. Rhea was up against two skilled opponents, and the competition was fierce. The first opponent, a tall man with a muscular build named Titan, charged at Rhea. They traded blows, each one showcasing their strength. Yn’s heart raced as she saw Rhea take a hard hit but quickly recover, countering with her own attacks.

The second opponent, named Luna, was quick and agile. She darted around the ring, trying to strike Rhea from different angles. Rhea remained focused, her eyes determined. Yn could sense the tension in the air. Despite the intensity, she felt a wave of confidence wash over her. Rhea had faced tough challenges before, and she always found a way to rise above.

As the match progressed, Rhea formed a plan. She had learned to adapt to her opponents’ strengths and weaknesses, and tonight was no different. The crowd was on their feet, cheering loudly as Rhea executed a series of incredible moves. It was thrilling to watch her wife in action, and Yn felt tears of joy in her eyes.

However, tensions escalated as Titan and Luna teamed up against Rhea. Yn’s stomach twisted with worry as the odds stacked against her wife. They pushed Rhea to the edge of the ropes, and Yn leaned forward, wanting to shout words of encouragement. “You got this, Rhea! Don’t give up! ” she yelled, her voice lost in the roar of the crowd.

In a crucial moment, Rhea managed to break free. She used her raw strength to throw Luna against the mat. Yn cheered loudly, jumping with excitement. But as Rhea turned her attention to Titan, Luna quickly got back on her feet and struck Rhea from behind. The impact knocked Rhea down hard.

Yn gasped, her heart sinking. She could see the look of determination in Rhea’s eyes, but she also saw the pain. Rhea got back up, refusing to stay down. The match continued, and for a moment, Yn believed Rhea could still turn it around. She wanted to believe that Rhea would win against all odds.

As the final moments of the match approached, Rhea executed an incredible move, lifting Titan into the air, but she was too exhausted. In a swift counter, Titan turned the tables and pinned Rhea to the mat. The referee counted down, and the fans watched with bated breath. One… two… three. It was over. Yn felt her heart break as the bell rang, signaling the end of the match.

Rhea slowly got to her feet, disappointment etched on her face. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating Titan and Luna’s victory. Yn stood up, clapping with the rest of the audience, but she felt a pang of sadness. Rhea, despite losing, had given it her all. Yn rushed to the ring as Rhea exited, looking defeated yet dignified.

“Rhea! ” Yn called out, tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around Rhea in a tight embrace, feeling the weight of the loss together. Rhea held Yn close, her breathing heavy, but comforted by Yn’s presence. “I’m so proud of you,” Yn said softly. “You fought hard. That’s what matters. ”

Rhea pulled back slightly, meeting Yn’s eyes. “I wanted to win for you,” she said, her voice filled with vulnerability. Yn shook her head. “You don’t have to win to make me proud. You’re already a champion to me. You gave it your all. ”

As they walked out of the arena, Rhea began to smile. Yn could see the spark returning to her eyes. “Thank you for always believing in me,” Rhea said, squeezing Yn's hand. “I may have lost this time, but I’ll come back stronger. ”

Yn nodded, filled with hope. They left the arena, hand in hand, ready to face whatever came next. Rhea may not have won the match, but she had won something far more valuable – the love and support of Yn. Together, they would face all challenges, side by side, embracing life’s ups and downs as a team.

The night may have ended in disappointment, but for Yn and Rhea, it was just another chapter in their journey together. They would always keep fighting, for each other and for their dreams, no matter how tough the battle might be. And that was a victory worth celebrating.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

damian and the reader are engaged she is mad because he went out and celebrated getting the world heavyweight championship, instead of coming back to their hotel room.

Reader had a huge surprise she was going to tell him their having a baby

But Damien went to the bar instead, he comes back and finds his present on the table and she's asleep ( crying)

Starts off angst ends in fluff

damian priest x reader

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‼️ angsty, fluff, soft damian, mention of pregnancy, reader is pregnant‼️

A MOMENT FOR US

you knew how much this night meant to damian. wrestlemania. the biggest stage in wrestling. the night he had dreamed of since he started in the business and tonight, he had won. he had stood in the center of that ring, championship raised high, fireworks exploding around him.

he was nervous about cashing in against drew - mostly because he respects him and his hard work so much - but the moment he held the title high , all those insecurities vanished.

and you had been there for all of it.

you had screamed his name, cheered until your voice was hoarse as you watched with tears in your eyes as he soaked in the biggest moment of his career. you had been there since the beginning - since the days when he wrestled in front of tiny crowds, when the paychecks barely covered gas money. you had believed in him long before the world did.

so tonight, his victory felt just as much yours as it was his and you couldn’t wait to celebrate with him.

the moment the show ended you rushed backstage, moving through the chaos of production crew, wrestlers and staff. you knew where he would be and you knew he was probably still buzzing with adrenaline. when you finally found him, he was surrounded by his father, his siblings and his friends - finn, rhea, dom, other wrestlers congratulating him, hyping him up.

you smiled, waiting for him to notice you.

and when he did, his entire face lit up.

“baby” he said, pulling you into his arms, not giving a fuck if he was all dirty and sweaty as he was holding you tight “you saw it all?”

you laughed softly, still breathless from the moment “of course i did. i’m so proud of you papi.”

he kissed you deep and full of excitement. when he pulled back, his eyes were still gleaming. “after the show and the interviews we’re going out to celebrate “he said “hitting a bar or two…having a few drinks. you coming?”

your heart dropped a little.

you had imagined tonight differently.

you had pictured the two of you alone, celebrating together, soaking in this huge moment. you had spent weeks planning this - had even booked a private hotel suite, wanting to give him a quiet, intimate moment after the chaos of wrestlemania.

but now, he wanted to go out instead.

and you didn’t know what to say. or do.

“oh…” you said, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice “i thought we’d, um… just spend the night together?”

he gave you an apologetic look, rubbing your arms “we will, mami…” he promised “just later…let’s have some fun first.”

you hesitated.

you didn’t want to go to a loud bar and being surrounded by drunk wrestlers and fans. you wanted him. you wanted to be the first person he celebrated with, not just one of the crowd.

but he was looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

you forced a small smile “i think i’ll just head back to the hotel.”

he frowned slightly. you could see he was a little disappointed “you sure?”

you nodded “yeah…go have fun.”

as he looked at you he hesitated for a second, then leaned in to kiss your forehead“i won’t be too late.”

but as you watched him walk away, surrounded by his friends, something in your chest ached.

because tonight wasn’t just about his victory.

tonight was about both of you and he had chosen to celebrate with everyone else instead of you.

you sat alone in the big hotel room you booked, staring at the small gift box on the table.

you had spent weeks preparing for this moment.

inside the box was a tiny pair of baby shoes. matching baby sneakers to his favorite red and black pair.

you had planned to tell him tonight. after all the years of struggle, after all the moments where he doubted himself, you had finally reached this high point together. and what better way to make the night even more special than by telling him he was going to be a father?

but he wasn’t here. he was out drinking, laughing, celebrating with everyone but you.

“we will tell him in another moment…” you whispered as your hands instinctively pressed softly against your tummy. three months has passed since you were pregnant but you found out only a couple of weeks ago. you wanted to wait after his wrestlemania moment to tell him cause you didn’t want him to worry.

a lump formed in your throat, and you blinked back the sting in your eyes.

it wasn’t just about tonight. it was about feeling like you weren’t enough. like your support, your love, wasn’t as exciting or important as the cheers of the crowd and the company of his friends.

maybe that wasn’t fair to think. maybe you were just emotional.

highly emotional.

but it still hurt.

changing into something comfier to sleep in, you curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow, silent tears slipping down your face.

you didn’t even hear him come back.

it was probably around 3 am when he came back. not drunk. definitely more sober than he ever expected but he still had the night of his life.

the sound of the door clicking shut barely registered in your half-asleep state but the moment he stepped into the room, you felt his presence.

there was a pause. a rustling sound. then…

“mi amor…” his voice was quiet, careful.

you didn’t move.

he walked further in and then you felt the bed move under his weight. a hand brushed against your arm, soft and hesitant.

“baby?”

still, you stayed silent.

but damian was observant. even with the lights dim, he could see the dried tear stains on your cheeks. his fingers gently brushed over them, his touch soft.

guilt settled deep in his chest.

he sighed softly, then leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead “i’m sorry mami” he murmured.

your throat tightened.

you didn’t answer but you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest.

you resisted at first. you wanted to stay mad. you were mad. you wanted him to feel how much tonight had hurt you.

but damian was warm, and safe, and yours.

so you gave in, burying your face against his neck.

he held you tighter, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back “i should’ve come back sooner.”

“yeah…” you mumbled, voice muffled against his skin.

he exhaled, guilt thick in his voice “i wasn’t thinking. i was just caught up in the moment. but you, mi amor, you are the most important thing to me. i hate that i made you feel otherwise…”

you closed your eyes, your voice soft “i just wanted to celebrate with you.”

“i know, mami” he kissed the top of your head “i fucked up.”

you let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

but then he noticed the small box on the table.

his brows furrowed and he reached for it, still holding you against him as he carefully opened it.

the second he saw what was inside, his entire body went still.

he stared.

baby shoes?

his breath caught in his throat.

“…baby?” his voice was different now. almost shaky.

you swallowed, suddenly nervous.

“is this…?”

you nodded slowly, pulling back just enough to look at him “yeah.”

his eyes flickered between you and the tiny baby shoes.

then, without warning, he crushed you against him, holding you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe.

“we’re having a baby?” his voice was rough, thick with emotion.

you laughed softly, nodding again “yeah.”

he let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. then he kissed you - hard, desperate, full of love and apology all at once.

when he pulled back, there were tears in his eyes.

“a baby…” he whispered as you nodded again. “i should’ve been here,” he said, voice cracking “i should’ve been here with you.”

you reached up, brushing your fingers against his jaw “you’re here now.”

he kissed you again, softer this time, his hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“i love you” he whispered.

you smiled, heart swelling “i love you too papi.”

he smiled at the nickname cause now it had a whole different meaning.

“when did you find out?” he asked as his big hands softly pressed against your tummy.

“a couple of weeks ago…but the small pop corn is already three months old…” you laughed “how did we not notice it?”

“three months?” he said almost shocked “it’s growing fast…” he laughed softly looking between you and his hands over your stomach.

even if tonight hadn’t gone the way you planned damian was there for you.

he held you close as he kicked off his jeans and laid on the bed with you.

no matter what, he would be here. with you. with your baby because at the end of the day, you weren’t just part of his world.

you were his world and you were about to turn it upside down.

[punksyeet]

- Daddy’s Home ❥

Plot: Roman reunites with his girls after a week-long work trip.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut (oral in the shower)!

A/N: thank you to @mrsfatu08 for this request. apologies for the delay, but i hope you enjoy regardless! 💐🫶🏼

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“Da…da…da,” my daughter coos, before fisting a couple pieces of pasta into her mouth.

I chuckle, putting some more in her bowl. “That’s right, baby. Dada will be home soon.”

As if she can understand me, she gives me the most precious four-toothed smile.

My husband is Joe Anoa’i. Known to the public as Roman Reigns, the Head of The Table, and/or the Tribal Chief.

We’ve been together for six years — married for two — and had our baby girl, Jailynn Rose, seven months ago.

As a professional wrestler, Joe is on the road constantly.

Whether it’s doing live shows, filming pre-taped segments, or even traveling the world for PLEs, he’s home maybe 2-3 days a week if we’re lucky.

This week however, he participated in the Royal Rumble alongside being announced as two covers of the video game WWE 2K25.

So, as a result, he’s been gone for a little while.

Yes, it can be a struggle sometimes. And motherhood is difficult in itself, let alone when you’re experiencing it solo 80% of the time.

But nothing will ever replace the excitement that both myself and my daughter feel when he walks through our front door.

With a deep sigh, I unlatch the table from Jailynn’s chair and pick her up.

“Alright babygirl,” I say breathlessly, holding her in an arm and bringing the table over to the sink with the other. “Let’s get you all nice and clean.”

She coos in response, earning a giggle from me, and we begin our journey out of the kitchen and upstairs.

“Ba ti!” she calls out, jumping up and down, holding the wall of the tub for support.

I smile, letting the warm water run and create suds of gentle body wash.

“Bath time!” I say with her excitedly, clapping my hands.

She squeals and claps along with me.

Eventually, I undress her and place her in.

As she’s splashing around in the water, I hear the front door open.

“I’m hooome!” Joe calls out before closing it.

I widen my eyes and gasp at Jailynn who squeals, clapping her hands. “Dadadada!”

“Dada’s home!” I join her and say in between giggles.

Moments later, Joe pops his head into the bathroom and Jailynn goes nuts, over the moon to see her daddy.

I smile watching him pick our daughter up and attack her face with kisses.

She laughs the entire time, grabbing his face with her tiny hands.

“Give dada kiss?” he asks, puckering his lips.

She responds by leaning into him with her mouth wide open.

“Aww good job baby,” I coo, smiling.

She claps in response and we join her.

He chuckles. “Thank you, princess.”

He places her back down and she goes back to her toys, before he turns to me.

“Welcome home love,” I coo, wrapping my arms around his neck and looking up at him.

“Thank you gorgeous,” he replies, wrapping his around my waist. “I missed you so much.”

He gently holds either side of my face and leans down, bringing his lips to mine.

I kiss back and place my head on his chest once we pull away.

His scent is so comforting. A comfort that I’ve been without for what has felt like years.

He holds his chin on my head and rocks us back and forth.

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It’s now 7:30pm - Jailynn’s bedtime.

As I lay her down in her crib, Joe places a hand on my lower back.

“I’ve got it baby,” he exclaims, rubbing small circles. “Go relax.”

I give him a soft but grateful smile. “You sure, babe? I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head and kisses my temple. “Positive. Go on, mama.”

I nod, lean down, and brush Jailynn’s curls away from her forehead, before giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Sweet dreams, my baby.”

An adorable little smile appears behind her pacifier, earning a chuckle from both me and Joe.

I stand back up and give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving the bedroom and quietly shutting the door behind me.

Once I’m in our bedroom, I decide to unwind with a nice hot shower.

I grab one of my lace sleepwear sets and head into our bathroom.

“Mind if I join you, pretty lady?” Joe asks, as I’m about to step into the tub.

I smirk and turn around to see my sexy husband, already shirtless and leaning against the doorframe.

“Not at all handsome,” I reply, taking a step closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Baby girl is asleep already?”

He nods, scanning my naked body. “Knocked right out. Must’ve known her daddy was in a hurry.”

My bottom lip slides between my teeth and I tilt my head, as he feathers soft kisses on my jaw and neck.

“Mmm,” I half-moan / half-hum in approval. “In a hurry for what exactly?”

He smirks and gently lifts my chin, his gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine. “To reclaim what’s mine.”

** smut warning! **

Before I can respond, he connects our lips, immediately sliding his tongue across mine.

The kiss gets steamy quick, as he slides his hands up and down my body.

My breath hitches as he grabs handfuls of my ass, his fingertips just barely grazing my pussy from behind.

“Already soaked for me,” he mumbles against my lips, his voice as deep and sexy as ever. “Y’missed daddy that much, hm?”

“You have no idea,” I reply, my voice just above a whisper.

He smirks and scoops me up by my thighs, never breaking the kiss.

I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, as he brings us into the shower.

The hot water cascades down my back and steam takes over, immediately calming any butterflies I had from earlier.

You’d think I’d stop having butterflies years ago, given how long I’ve been with him.

But when you’re married to Joe Anoa’i, don’t hold your breath.

“J-Joe….baby…” my voice trails off, as he feathers kisses down my body and lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder.

“Shhh,” he orders, stroking my folds ever so gently with his thumb. “Just relax and enjoy, sweetheart.”

As soon as his thick and wet tongue makes contact with my skin, I immediately feel like I’m ascending.

“Fuck,” I whisper-moan, my hand immediately traveling down to his gorgeous curls. “Joe, oh my god.”

He hums in approval, digging his fingers into my hips and flicking his tongue in and out of my clit.

“So fucking sweet baby doll,” he mutters against my pussy. “I’ve been craving your taste for so long.”

I try to form words, but the feeling of his mouth on me takes over, interrupting my thoughts and resulting in a loud and hearty moan.

“Just like that sweet thing,” he exclaims, stroking small circles onto my thighs. “Let me hear you.”

Between his dirty words and his skillful tongue, I almost immediately feel a deep pit in my stomach.

And before I can let him know, he practically reads my mind.

“Go on and cum for me mama,” he says, his voice extra raspy. “Make a mess on daddy’s face. Show me how much you missed me.”

My climax rips through my body, as I softly whimper and grind against his tongue.

** smut over! **

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair, once I’m back to standing on two feet.

Joe chuckles and wraps me in his arms, followed by a kiss to my temple. “You good, honey? I didn’t get too ahead of myself, did I?”

I nod, panting lightly and giving his chest a kiss before laying my head on it. “It’s just been a little while, that’s all.”

Don’t get me wrong - my toys get the job done, but nothing and I mean nothing compares to the sex god that is my husband.

“Well as long as you feel good,” he replies, rubbing my back gently. “That’s all I’m worried about.”

I look up and give him a soft smile. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

He looks back down at me with a gorgeous smile in return. “The most perfect woman in the world calling me perfect? Hm, I’ll take it.”

I giggle softly and brush our noses together.

“Let’s finish up in here and get some rest, hm?” he suggests, nodding towards the door to our bedroom.

I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. “Does ‘getting some rest’ entail getting into bed so you can get round two out of me, Mr. Anoa’i?”

He puckers his lips to the side and raises his hands, as a smirk grows on his face. “You said it, not me.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head. “You’re lucky I love you.”

He chuckles and grabs my face, pulling me in for some quick kisses.

“Now,” he begins, pulling away and grabbing my bottle of shampoo from the rack hanging on the wall. “Turn your lil fine ass around.”

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[prettyfilmz]

PHYSICAL TOUCH • JEY USO

authors note: we have officially made it to the end of the love language series. thank you all so much for the support I have gained, it really means the world to me that you all love what i write and knowing some of my favorite authors on here love it too. sorry for taking so damn long to update, school has been kicking your girl's ass and I was really finding it hard to write during it all. but alas we made it!! I decided to end this series the same way I started it...with my baby jey uso. you are in for a treat with this one as this is the longest one shot i've written in the series🤭 well, don't let me keep you too long. without further a due, happy reading my loves and once again thank you💗🎀 p.s. jey looks so sexy with his red and black gear for survivor series🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

summary: jey don't wanna be "just a friend" to you anymore.

tags: 18+ (MDNI), written with black woman in mind, friends who really like each other, smoking, fluff, jey is obsessed with you, dirty talk, unprotected sex, car sex, kissing, biting (slight), small bits of roughness, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink,praise, this is goofy lovey dovey shit x10000.

word count: 2.7k words

now playing: red light special - tlc

it’s midnight. the air is crisp with the cool breath of late november, cool enough to give goosebumps but still not enough to bite.  you’re sitting low in the passenger seat of jey’s sleek black charger, legs crossed and dipped in the glow of the dashboard lights.  the subtle scent of ‘black ice’ air freshener mixes well with the slow haze of smoke curling from the joint between your fingers.

jey is sitting easy in his driver’s seat, one hand draped on the wheel, the other arm resting along the back of your seat, fingers casually brushing your shoulder.  his signature chain glints in the dim light from the street lamps as they pass, the soft rumble of the car’s engine making everything feel muted, more… intimate.

you exhale a slow, lazy stream of smoke out the cracked window, watching the way the city lights smear into streaks as the charger cruises down an empty street. a gentle r&b song played low in the speakers, its lyrics matching the faint thrum of tension hanging between the two of you.

“you gon’ pass that or hold it hostage, mama?” jey’s voice cuts through the thick quiet, low and teasing, making heat spark low in your belly.

you glance at him through your lashes, lips quirking into a small smirk.  “why? you need it more than me, greedy?”

he leans over slightly, closing the gap between you, his face a little too close, soft brown eyes locked on yours.  “oh I need somethin’, alright.” his grin is sharp but playful, that familiar flirtation slipping from his lips as easy as breathing.

you roll your eyes, even though a shiver crawls down your spine.  you flick the joint between your fingers, teasing, before finally passing it to him.  his fingertips graze yours when he takes it, the brief touch buzzing through you like a shock of electricity.

the air in the car shifts, as it always does when it’s just the two of you, hovering somewhere between platonic and dangerous.  it’s always been like this for years—friends who flirt too much, share too much, maybe fuck love each other too much.  it got complicated when you started seeing someone else, tried to shut that part of you down.  but now that’s over, and things have been creeping back to where they were.  no labels, just...  whatever this is.

jey takes a slow pull from the joint, his gaze never leaving you.  his lips wrap around it just so, and you hate how your thighs press together on instinct, an action he catches easily.

he smirks as he exhales, letting the smoke drift lazily out the window.  “missed this, you know.  just me and you. you ain't gotta act all tough around me, honey.”

your heart stumbles a little at the softness in his voice, but you keep your cool, leaning back against your seat like his words didn’t hit as deep as they did.  “you're getting soft on me,” you tease, smirking.

jey chuckles in return, shaking his head as he taps ash from the joint.  “yeah, yeah. but you love that shit, don't lie." his hand slides from the back of your seat to rest on your thigh, heavy and warm, thumb brushing idly over the curve just below your skirt.  the touch is familiar, claiming, like he’s always known you’d end up right back here.

you don't attempt to move his hand. instead, you settle into the weight of it, the warmth of his large palm massaging your skin,  biting your bottom lip to hide the little smile threatening to creep across your face. he’s watching you too close, like he is reading all of your thoughts.  and maybe he is—jey’s always known how to read you well with just a look.

he leans a little closer again, voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always gets you into trouble.  “come here.”

you glance at him, the warmth in your chest spreading fast, and you know where this is headed.  you could pretend you don’t.  you could play coy.  but you don’t want to. not with him. not tonight.

instead, you lean in, and jey meets you halfway, his lips brushing yours once, twice, before he kisses you properly.  it's slow and deliberate, a kiss that feels like a reminder—like he’s been waiting for this, waiting for you.

his hand tightens on your thigh, and you sigh against his mouth, your lips parting for him, his tongue sliding against yours, deepening the kiss until you’re clinging to the front of his hoodie, breathing him in like the smoke lingering in the car.

he pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours, both of you catching your breath.  his hand drifts higher on your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt with ease.  “I ever tell you how bad I missed you, baby?”

you hum, tilting your head to nip gently at his bottom lip.  “maybe? it would be better if you show me. ”

jey groans low in his throat, his hand leaving your thigh to grab the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss—hungrier this time, all teeth and tongue. his free hand grips your thigh again, fingers digging into your skin.

he breaks the kiss to drag his lips down your neck, biting gently at the spot just beneath your ear that always makes you purr.  you gasp, arching against him, and he chuckles against your skin, his voice low and wrecked.  “that’s it, mama. I got you.”

your mind is already hazy, inebriated in the way his hands and mouth paint your body like a canvas, but it’s just the foreplay.  his fingers trail higher, brushing the edge of your panties, and you shiver, your breath stuttering out in a soft moan.

“you want this?” he murmurs against your neck, his thumb slipping beneath the damp fabric to tease you.  “words, baby.”

“yeah,” you breathe, barely able to form the word.  “please, jey.”

he grins against your skin, kissing you again as his fingers slip between your thighs, parting your lower lips easily. he groans softly at how wet you are, dragging his fingers through your slick folds with a slow, deliberate touch that makes your head fall back against the seat.

“look at you,” he mutters, voice thick with praise.  “so fuckin’ wet for me and I ain’ even taste her yet.”

you whimper, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles low in his throat, loving how desperate you are for him.

“you gon’ let me taste her, mama?” he asks, already pulling back enough to maneuver between your legs, carefully leaning over the gear shift so he’s fully in your space.

you don’t even have time to respond before he’s tugging your skirt and panties down, throwing them carelessly into the back seat.  his hands are on your thighs, spreading you wide, your pussy exposed, and glistening for his eyes only.

jey doesn’t hesitate. he dives in, tongue skillfully dragging through your silky folds with a hunger that leaves you breathless, thighs trembling. he eats you like your pussy is the lifeline that is keeping him alive, switching between sucking your clit and fucking your tight quivering hole with his tongue, the sounds are lewd and obscene which only heightens the pleasure for you two.

“s-hit,” you moan, fingers tangling in his hair as your hips grind your cunt against his mouth. he groans in response, the vibration of it making you cry out, the pressure building fast and sharp between your thighs.

“that's it sweetheart,” he murmurs between licks, his voice dripping with praise.  “you taste so sweet, baby. missed this pussy so much.”

you’re close—so close you can feel the knot tightening in your abdomen. your thighs clamp around his head, sputtering expletives and jey doesn’t let up, gripping your hips to keep you right where he wants you.

“come on, mama,” he urges, voice rough and low against you. “make a mess on me.”

that’s all it takes. your orgasm crashes over you, and you cry, back arching as you ride the wave of pleasure, jey holding you through it, his tongue relentless against your clit until you’re shaking, begging him to stop.

but he doesn’t.  he grins up at you, wicked and smug, and keeps going, sending you spiraling into another orgasm before you can even catch your breath.

“j-jey! w..wa-ait” you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as your body shakes with overstimulation.

“shhh, I got you,” he soothes, but his grin says otherwise—more like he loves seeing you fall apart for him, that he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

and when he finally pulls back, lips and beard glistening with your juices, he leans in close, brushing his mouth against yours.

“you good, baby?” he asks, soft and playful, like he wasn’t worshipping you in between your thighs moments earlier.

all you could do is nod, breathless, and he kisses you again, allowing you to taste the sweet tanginess of yourself on his lips and tongue.

jey pulls back from the kiss, eyes heavy-lidded, but that cocky  grin of his never fades. he leans back in the driver’s seat, hands casually resting on the curve of your thighs, spreading them just enough to tease you with his gaze.  the warmth of your release is still causing your pussy to throb, but it’s not enough to fully satiate your lust. and with the way jey is gazes at you, he knows it too.

“come here, mama," jey murmurs, giving your thigh a quick slap. 

with a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, you shift over the console and climb into his lap.  you’re grateful for the roomy interior of the charger as you straddle him, thighs bracketing his hips.  he leans back, hands already roaming up your waist, under your top, squeezing at the soft globes of your breasts like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you.

“you comfy, baby?” he teases, palms pressing into your ass, grinding your bare pussy down against the thick bulge in his sweats. the friction makes both of you groan, and you can’t help the way your body moves on its own, rolling your hips against him.

jey bites his bottom lip, eyes locked on where you grind against him, the wet drag of your pussy staining the fabric of his sweats.  “fuck," he mutters, head falling back against the seat.  “you gon’ ride me just like that?  huh, baby?  make a mess all over me?"

you grin, the pressured heat between your legs building again.  “you always did like it messy.”

his fingers dig into your hips as he presses himself up against you, just enough to make you gasp.  “you know I like you,” he says, voice rough.  “always did."

the words hit you deep—more than they should—and for a second, the weight of them hangs in the air between you.  but you’re not here to talk about feelings, and jey knows it too.

he shifts under you, hand slipping down to stroke himself through his sweats.  “c’mon, baby.  take care of daddy.”

you slide a hand between your bodies, finding the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down just enough to free him. his cock springs free, thick and already leaking precum, and the sight of it causes you to slightly drool.  you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly, teasing, loving the way his breath stutters beneath you.

“damn, mama,” he groans, his grip tightening on your hips.  “you tryna kill me?”

you smile mischievously.  “maybe.” but you don’t play around with him—this isn’t about teasing, not tonight.

you lift yourself up, lining him up with your entrance, and he watches you with brown, half-lidded eyes, pink lips parted as he waits for you to sink down on him.  and when you do, the pleasurable stretch steals both of your breaths.

“fuck, baby,” jey groans, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as you take him inch by inch, slow and deliberate.  “that’s it...fuckin' perfect. you always take me so good, mama."

the praise hits you like a drug, making you moan as you bottom out, his cock buried deep inside you. you pause for a moment, adjusting to the stretch, and jey's hands roam your body like he can’t get enough of you—palming your ass, squeezing your waist, his thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts under your top.

“look at you," he murmurs, voice thick and filled with something dangerously close to awe. “this pussy was made just for me, huh?"

you roll your hips, slow and deliberate, grinding down on him until he curses under his breath, head falling back against the seat again.  “uh huh,” you whisper, leaning in close to kiss behind his ear, sucking on the lobe.  “all yours, daddy.”

the growl that rumbles from his chest is damn near primal. his hands grip your hips hard, guiding you into a rhythm that’s slow and heavenly, each roll of your hips dragging him deeper into you. the air between you is thick with heat, every breath shared, every moan swallowed by the other’s mouth as you kiss again, messy and uncoordinated.

“that’s it, baby," he groans, breaking the kiss to suck a mark into your neck.  “fuck yourself on me. just like that. good fucking girl.”

you gasp as his teeth graze your skin, the sharp sensation shooting straight to your swollen clit. as if he can read your body, his hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with expert precision, circling it in time with the roll of your hips.

“cum for me again, mama,” he murmurs, voice low and coaxing.  “lemme feel you cum on this dick.”

you can’t hold back—not with the way he’s filling you so perfectly, not with the way his thumb works your clit like it’s second nature, and certainly not with how the head of his cock presses deliciously against your g spot. your orgasm hits you fast and hard, your whole body tensing as you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as you gush all over him.

“that’s my good girl," jey groans, grinding up into you as your warm gummy walls clamp down around him.  “makin’ a mess all over this dick.”

you’re still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax when jey’s grip on your hips tightens, and suddenly he’s fucking up into you, chasing his own release with rough, desperate thrusts causing you to whine.

“uh uh, take it, baby,” he growls through gritted teeth, hands locked on your hips as he drives into you, relishing in your choked sobs.  “gon' fill this pussy up.  you want that, honey? want me to cum in daddy’s pussy?”

“y-yessss,” you mewl, head burying itself in his neck as you grind against him, every nerve in your body on fire.  “please, daddy. cum in me please.”

the sound he makes is beautiful as he slams into you one last time, his hips stuttering as he spills his warm thick load into you, flooding your womb with his seed.

“shit,” he mutters, chest heaving, forehead falling to rest against your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

for a moment, the only sound in the car besides a song playing on low volume is the harsh rhythm of your breathing, the scent of sweat and sex mingling with the lingering haze of smoke.

you stay like that for a while, tangled together, your body still humming from the high of it all. jey’s hands roam lazily over your back, soothing, grounding, bringing you back down to earth and you can’t help but melt into him a little more.

eventually, he presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder, grinning against your skin.  “told you I missed you girl.”

you laugh, breathless and light, brushing a hand through his hair.  “you’re so dumb.”

jey leans back just enough to look at you, his grin wide and boyish, the mischievous glint in his eye making your heart skip.  “yeah, but you love my dumbass.”

and damn it, he’s right.

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cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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dominik’s heavy footsteps trudged through the backstage area, echoing with the unbridled jealousy that raged within him, as if his furrowed brow and tightly pursed lips weren’t a definitive indication. he was never one to shy away from displaying his jealousy, especially when it came to you. he’d seem it just before his match, you engaged in a particularly flirty conversation with one narcissist logan paul, who’d taken quite a fancy towards you himself, despite your relationship status. now you were not stupid, a little naive at times but certainly not stupid. flirting back seemed like a natural playful response despite his more devious intentions to bed you himself. despite the constant avoidance of eye contact the more persistent his flirtation became.

dominik’s eyes held heavy with jealousy, annoyance moreso. the browns of his irises seem to hold more crimson in rage over anything. a small huff of a breath prominent against his lips, his chest tightening with proactive rage, threatening to spill as the blond’s fingertips lightly grazed your forearm with devious intent. dom’s throat ran dry, even in an attempt to wet his lips only left him feeling parched, the anger within him never subsiding. his gaze tunnelled at you and the blond, everything else but faded black in his eyes as he made a beeline towards the two of you.

his movements were subtle, he did not want to start a fight in catering despite his more protective instincts desiring otherwise. he remained outwardly patient, lips folded into a tight scowl, back pressed against the wall, listening in on your conversation.

he watched the way your lashes fluttered softly each time you blinked, the soft creases of your eyes crinkled each time you smiled. the sweet giggles left your lips, flowed off your tongue like angelic hymns. to dominik, he knew logan was not competition when it comes to your relationship, but something about the way he was able to make you laugh so easily, it irked dom. he’s the only one who’s supposed to make you beam like that, the only one who has the damn privilege of making you smile! hell, he knows he’s the only one who's ever made you beg, fall to your knees in a fit of pleas and whines, practically grasping at his thighs in a desperate attempt to please him. he’s the only one who can stuff your mouth so full of his cock that it leaves bruising in the back of your throat, a sight he most definitely enjoyed.

dominik kept his gaze fixed on logan now, the prick's eyes staring down at you with a subtle yet lustful intent, and you were none the wiser of his intentions. poor, naive girl. he watched the way logan’s hands swiped away a stray, curled lock of your hair, one that resides by your neck, his fingers dangerously close to your breast, but subtle enough not to cause a stir. dom’s eyes darkened, the rage burned with him. fuck subtly, he once again made heavy trudges towards, the two of you, completely bypassing logan, his hand wrapping around your wrist, practically dragging you behind him.

his steps were wide, determined. you were pretty much hobbling twice your normal speed behind him.

“dom! what the fuck?-”, your retort was loud and intentional. in which you hoped others would gain notice of your boyfriend’s unprecedented behaviour.

still, dominik remained silent. moreso in order to hold his tongue from exploding. the tightness of his drip increased on your wrist, the eventual arrival in the parking lot only prompted him with a two word response.

“get in.”, his hand wrapped around the door handle of the passenger side of your rental car. his knuckles bleached with anger. you stared at him for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded at your boyfriend’s highly irrational behaviour.

“now!”.

the subtle widening of your eyes went unknown to him as you stepped into the car, a soft scowl forming across the curve of your lips, more so of a pout than the former. the slam of the car door left a dull ringing in your ears for less then a second, the recoil shaking the car slightly. dominik entered the car beside you, hands gripped on the steering wheel with a tightness that could rival even the strongest of men. the skin around his knuckles were already void of colour, somehow the appeared more pallor the tighter he held it. somehow, you could not shake the thought of said hand around your throat, grasping tightly, enough to constrict your airways but light enough to leave you in such a wondrous dizzy haze.

the car ride was met with silence. a painful one that was undertoned in malice. dom’s gaze was fixated on the road, all dark and brooding, the veins in his forearms pulsing with anger.

“you still didn’t answer my question”.

your words fell on deaf ears as dominik continued to stare invisible daggers through the windscreen, as if his gaze was piercing the glass.

“dom, answer me-”.

you slapped his arm lightly in an attempt to rouse him out of his enraged state, to no avail. dom continued his tunnelled glare, not breaking his stare, he didn't even acknowledge your presence even upon arriving at the back at the hotel.

“get out”.

he continued to respond in stern short sentences. his gaze still purposefully avoided yours.

“get the fuck out of the car.!”.

his words were spiteful and bitter, like venom dripping from the tip of his tongue with each syllable.. when you did not budge, barely moved an inside aside from a subtle flinch at the loudness of his voice, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you from the passenger seat, a small sudden yelp left your lips. in any other situation you would have stood your ground, retorted with a flurry of curses and insults. dom’s possessiveness had never held a forefront within your relationship previously and seeing him act out in such a way, as immature as it would seem to some, to you it was rather arousing.

the way his eyebrows were tightly knit with an accompanying scowl, eyes heavy set with rage and jealousy. you were his and his only. the only thing so pure and untouched by others, he was the only one allowed to revel in your flesh, let the taste of you mingle on his tongue. even by the sheer grip around your wrist others could tell you belonged to him, not just in the context of a relationship, but primally, you were meant for him, your entire existence, at least romantically, revolved around him.

as he practically dragged you up the stairwell, your apartment only being an hour or so drive from the arena, speckles of dusk still littered the sky as it slowly blended with nightfall amongst the horizon, the glow gave his skin a more honeyed complexion, the same can be said for his eyes, more amber despite how darkened with rage they seemed.

he was quick as he unlocked the front door, his movements did not falter once, even in his enraged state. if anything his hands held more precision than normal. the soft click of the lock met your ears, dominik shoved you inside, his hand rested on the small of your back, yet he made no attempts in touching you further. instead, he stood still, his body towered over your meek form, arms folded across his chest, as he stared down at you with what could not be described as hatred, more or less, disappointment that you would stoop so low as to converse with the likes of logan.

“tell me what you did wrong”.

it was not a question. more so a demand.

you stared at him, your gaze matched the disappointment his eyes held, albeit more rage held in yours.

“what i did wrong?”, a scoff fell from your lips, an emphasis on “i”. dominik simply nodded, unmoving in other aspects. “talking to someone isn’t a crime-”.

“well i wouldn’t consider what you were doing to be “talking’”,

dominik’s voice lowered an octave, an accusatory tone laced in his words. you narrowed your gaze at him.

“so what?, it's a bit of harmless flirting, that just the way i talk-”.

dominik scoffed. “and how do you think he would have interpreted that, huh?”.

dominik stepped closer to you, his frame pinned you against the wall, his palms flush against the wallpaper, your head entrapped between them.

“you know i don’t like you talking to him”, he cocked his head to the side in some sort of pseudo-playful facade.

“you don’t get to decide who i talk to-”.

“this is different”.

“how?”.

“because he likes you! how are you so blind as to not see that?!”.

in your peripherals you noticed dominik’s fists clenched together, his knuckles matched the paleness of the wallpaper. his jaw set, teeth grinding in frustration.

“oh my god dom, you’re acting paranoid!”.

he shot you a glare that was a mixture between confusion and anger. he let his left hand fall from beside your face to hover just above your shoulder. he still remained silent.

“or maybe, just maybe you're insecure”, you accused. “you're so worried that he could steal me away from you at any moment”

“me? insecure?”, dominik let out a sarcastic chuckle. “and i’m sure as hell, not worried about that prick taking you from me, you wanna know why?’.

dominik took another step towards you, his body pressed flush against yours. hips lips lingered centimetres from your own.

“because i. own. you”, his statement was simple, once that only made you shake your head in response..

“oh, but i do, princess. all those times i’ve made you scream and beg for me, left you dripping my cum”.

he paused for a moment, his top lip brushed against your cupid’s bow.

“your body was made for me to fuck”.

your breath involuntarily shuddered at his statement.

“and he will never know what it is like to fuck you, have you scream his name because that…is only for me’.

his hand rested upon your hips, his thumb swirled languid circles into the flesh, slow yet meticulous as he trailed it up your waist, his fingerprints created small divots in your skin, ones that made your breath quiver on exhale. he took notice, a small smirk crept upon his lips, his tongue lightly flicked across his teeth, canines gently grazed against the fleshy appendage.

“oh? you’ve gone quiet now, huh?”, his breath fanned against your neck, lips moved in featherlight touches as he spoke. “where’s the brat i was talking to before, hmm?”.

you remained silent, defiant before him, you did not give him the satisfaction of a response. but deep down you knew he was right, no other man had made you feel the way dom did. his presence itself was alluring, it drew you in, as if he was the only man on earth in your eyes.

his gaze bored into yours, it left you with a slight sense of unnerve.

“don’t worry princess, before the night is over, i’ll make you scream for me”.

his movements were agile, taking a fist full of your hair, as he tugged at the roots, with all intention of being rough. you gave a small yelp in response, still did not offer him a concise and clear sentence.

“still not talking, huh?”, his words muttered against your neck. “i’ll put that pretty mouth to better use later, but now…”.

he paused, as he inhaled the sweet, flowery scent of your perfume, his breath hitched in his throat as the subtle fragrance of jasmine met his lungs.

“i’m going to fuck your brains out”.

dom was far too impatient in his own right to drag you upstairs to the bedroom, instead, he placed a hand onto your shoulder, he forced you down onto your knees. your initial thought was that he was going to abuse your throat for a while like he’d previously mentioned. rather he simply stood behind you, his foot pressed between your shoulder blades, he left you pinned and prone against the bottom step.

“dom what the hell-?!”, you finally seemed to acknowledge him, in lieu of the fact you’d become so incredibly wet by his dominance.

with a lack of response on his part, the sound of his zipper hastily coming undone was enough to prick your ears up with intrigue. his foot still present on your back, the shuffle of his jeans as he pulled them halfway down his thighs. his fingers still woven in your hair, the other hand fisted his swollen cock. he gave a soft grunt in reaction to his own touch.

“keep still for me”.

his fingers traced against your clothed cunt, your body stiffened against the sudden pressure at your core. he hummed, satisfied that he’s already gotten you so sensitive. he let the digits slip into the waistband of your leggings, his fingertips danced across your clit, as they dipped into and between your soaked folds.

“mmm, so wet… you like me being rough with you?”.

it was a rhetorical question and he knew it. he knew you enjoyed being toyed with , thrown around and preyed upon like a piece of meat. he pulled his fingers from between your folds, eager to fill you up. then again, eager wasn’t exactly the word to describe it, more so impatient. he did not utter another word, instead, he bunched up the fabric in his hand, scrunched between his calloused fingertips, as he ripped a hole directly down the seam, your panties on full display for him.

you gasped at the sensation, cool, midnight air hitting your semi-exposed cunt, the pool of wetness that built on the fabric certainly did not help with the chill. dominik let out a soft hum in satisfaction, his fingers once again weaved their way into your panties, this time not to toy with you, to simply slide them out of the way for easier access. he removed the pressure of his foot from your back, it allowed you some reprieve and slightly better breathing room. He knelt behind you as he stuffed his cock between your folds, instantly feeling the warm, wet stretch of your cunt as he filled you to the brim.

“fuck…look at that, princess. didn’t have to prep you or anything”.

his words held a small lilt and a chuckle at the end of his sentence. his hips were ravenous in their motions, denied the time to adjust to the size of him, simply to mould the shape of his cock within you with each thrust. he wanted to be quick, to prove to you that he did not need time or patience to prove who you belonged to, just the sheer force of his cock would be enough to have you worship the ground he walks on, completely subservient to his needs.

“you know that he would never fuck you this good, baby”.

he mentioned logan again, all without mentioning him by name, as if it was an insult to his tongue for him to utter.

“mmm fuck…”

your whimpers muffled against the polished redwood of the staircase. cheek pressed firmly into it, a small pool of drool gathered around your lips,. making the wood glisten under the dim yellow glow of the hallway lights, the only source of illumination of your semi-exposed figure, a sort of luminescence that made you radiate with the aura of a siren or some other mythical succubi.

“so fucking tight”, dom’s teeth bit at his bottom lip ravenously, almost drawing blood just from the pressure he put on it. “you take my cock so perfectly, princess”.

his moans escaped his lips in stuttered grunts, only paused to inhale with each violent thrust every time his hips connected with yours.

“only need my cock to satisfy you…”.

you remained silent, only moans spilled from your lips in the absence of words, his cock filled you up completely, the vicious slap of skin against skin, his tear-inducing thrusts accompanied the pleasured sounds. you felt so full with him, his meaty cock filled your slick cunt, gummy walls clenched around him with tight pulses.

“gonna fill you up…so he knows you belong to me”.

dom had every intention of doing so, even as he felt your impending orgasm, the contractions around his cock closed in with shortened intervals, your cunt drooled as slick glistened down your thighs. he knew you would revel in it, in the pleasure he provided, in the warmth that he’d fill you with, you’d savour the feeling as if you could taste it. his hand wrapped in your hair, he tugged tightly as your head flung back in pleasure and with the force of his movements, your cheek sticky with spit. he made no attempt to announce his orgasm, a simple grunt on his part was all it took to let you know, and the viscous warmth that spread through your loins, heat pooled in your belly. before you could even savour the sensation, he pulled out, with the lack of acknowledgement of your own orgasm as the feeling slowly dissipated. a small whine left your lips, your own orgasm slowly ebbed back into nothingness.

dom gave a small chuckle, he simply admired the sight of you all spread for him, your cunt leaked with hot ropes of his lust, you whined, almost begged for him to, at the very least, reach your peak before he stopped. he noticed the way you made an attempt to stand, your thighs shook, quivered with pleasure. he made no effort to help, he insisted that you crawl on your hands and knees if you had to.

“get your ass upstairs princess, i’m not done with you yet”.

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[jeffhardyjams]

“fuel to the fire” ꨄ

jey uso x reader ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡࣪ (smut 18+)

(𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 - 4.6k +)

🏷️ - summary : wwe wrestler y/n, fueled by determination and anger, clashes with jey uso, who constantly taunts her about her past relationship with roman reigns. as they travel to the royal rumble, their tension escalates, leading to a encounter on the bus, where they give in to their fume.

you stand there, in the dimly lit gym, sweat dripping down your brow as you slam the weights down. the echo of your grunts bounce off the walls, but you don't care. not anymore. the smell of stale sweat and leather fills the air, a scent that's become as familiar as your own. in the corner, jey uso watches you from afar. he's leaning against the ropes, arms crossed over his broad chest. his brown hair is sweaty and messy, a stark contrast to the clean-shaven face that's usually plastered with a smug smile. today, it's a smirk.

he saunters over to you, a glint in his eye that says he's up to no good. "still practicing, huh?" he drawls. "you'll never be ready for what's coming at the rumble, darlin'."

you roll your eyes and grab your towel. "like i care what you think, jey. you're not even in my match."

his smirk widens. "true, but i can make sure you don't make it to the match in one piece."

his words sting, but you're not about to let him see that. you toss the towel over your shoulder and face him, your chin jutting out. "you're all talk. you wouldn't dare."

his laugh is low and taunting. "wouldn't i?"

you grit your teeth and turn to walk away, but he grabs your arm, spinning you around. "you think you're hot shit because you used to ride roman's cock?"

you yank your arm free and get in his face. "you're just mad because you could never handle a real woman like i am, jey. stick to your own kind."

his eyes narrow, and for a moment, you see a flash of anger. then he leans in, his breath hot on your cheek. "you're going down, darlin'. and when you do, you're going to remember it was me who put you there."

you push him away with all your strength and stalk off to the locker room, heart racing. you know you've just added fuel to the fire, but you can't help it. you're tired of his shit.

over the next few days, jey doesn't let up. every time you're in the gym, he's there, whispering taunts about roman that only just don't cross the line. you can feel his eyes on you as you train, and when you walk past him, he's always got something to say. "still thinking about the big dog, y/n?" or "roman's not here to save you now, is he?" it's constant, wearing you down, but you refuse to let him see that he's getting to you.

you're in the middle of a practice sparring match with becky lynch when you catch jey watching from the side, a knowing smile playing on his lips. you grit your teeth and focus, pushing through the pain as you throw a punch that lands squarely on becky's jaw. she stumbles back, and you take the moment to catch your breath. jey's smirk widens, and you know he's thinking about how roman used to do the same to him.

the gossip spreads through the wwe like wildfire, and soon everyone's looking at you differently. you can feel the whispers and the sneers as you pass by, but you hold your head high. you're not roman's ex, you're y/n, the woman who's going to win the royal rumble. you refuse to let jey or anyone else bring you down.

a few days later, the day of the trip to indianapolis finally arrives, and you're more than ready to get out of here. you throw your bag into the bin of the bus, noticing jey's duffle already stowed away. "of course," you murmur to yourself. "the universe just loves to shit on me today."

you settle into your seat, determined to ignore him for the duration of the trip. the bus starts to fill up with other wrestlers, the air thick with anticipation and nerves. jey boards the bus last, his swagger unmistakable even in the cramped aisle. he glances your way and winks, his brown hair flopping down over his forehead. "enjoying the ride so far, mama?" he calls out, earning a round of laughter from the others. "what's the matter, sweetheart?" he asks. "you didn't think i'd let you have all this fun without me?"

you scowl and slump into a seat across from him. "i don't need you for anything, jey."

he laughs. "keep telling yourself that, darlin'. you know you miss the taste of the bloodline."

you roll your eyes and turn up the music in your headphones, trying to drown out his voice. the bus lurches forward, and you're on your way to face whatever the royal rumble has in store for you. and jey. fucking. uso.

the hours crawl by, filled with the low rumble of the engine and the occasional snore from the wrestlers who managed to fall asleep. jey stays in his seat, playing on his phone with one hand, his other arm casually thrown over the back of the chair in front of him. every so often, he glances back at you, his smug expression unchanged. you ignore him, scrolling through your playlist and tapping your foot to the beat of some old school rock that reminds you of better times.

as the bus stops for a snack break at the gas station, you can't resist the urge to get off and stretch your legs. the cold air hits you like a slap in the face as you step out, and you inhale deeply, the scent of diesel and fast food a strange comfort. jey follows you, his eyes never leaving your ass as you march towards the convenience store. "you know you can't ignore me forever y/n," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

you whirl around, fire in your eyes. "i can ignore you for as long as i want, jey. you're not shit to me. not anymore."

his smile drops, and he steps closer. "is that right?" he challenges, his voice low. "then why do you still get wet every time i talk about roman?"

you slap him hard across the face, the crack echoing through the night. his eyes flash with surprise and anger, and he grabs you, pulling you into the shadows of the bus. "you're going to pay for that," he growls.

but instead of hitting you back, he crushes his lips to yours. you're stunned, but your body responds, your heart racing. you push against him, but he's too strong, too insistent. his tongue flicks out, tracing your lower lip, and you can't help but moan into his mouth. his hand snakes up your shirt, finding your breast, and he squeezes gently. "that's it, mama," he murmurs.

his other hand reaches down to cup your ass, pulling you closer. your body betrays you, pressing into his touch. you know it's wrong, that you should push him away, but the heat between you is undeniable.

you break the kiss, panting, and stumble back. "what the fuck was that? what if someone saw?" you ask, your voice trembling.

he smirks again, that infuriating, sexy smirk. "i don’t give a fuck girl, it’s just a little taste of what you've been missing out on."

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to erase the feel of him. "you're disgusting," you spit.

his eyes narrow, and for a moment, you think he's going to hit you. instead, he laughs, a deep, throaty sound that makes you want to punch him again. "yeah, maybe. but you liked it."

you turn on your heel and stalk back to the bus, your mind racing. what the fuck just happened? you can't believe you kissed jey uso. but even as you sit back down in your seat, you can't deny the flutter in your stomach. you hate him. you really do. so why does his touch feel like fire?

the rest of the trip is tense, to say the least. you avoid jey at all costs, retreating to the back of the bus whenever he gets too close. but you can't stop thinking about those few moments outside. every time you close your eyes, you see his face, feel his hands on your body. it's driving you insane. but, you have to use the restroom.

eventually, you can't take it anymore. you stand up and stride down the aisle, the bus swaying slightly beneath your feet. you push open the bathroom door and slam it shut behind you. the tiny space feels like a prison cell, but at least it's a prison cell without jey.

but then there's a knock. "who the hell is it?" you shout.

"it's me, mama." jey's voice is muffled through the door. "can i join the party?"

you freeze, your heart in your throat. what the hell is he playing at? but before you can even think of a reply, he's opening the door, his eyes dark with something that's definitely not anger. "you've been asking for it all trip, darlin'."

his hand snakes around your waist, and before you know it, his lips are on yours. rough and demanding. and for some reason, you don't push him away. you kiss him back, your hands tangling in his hair. the bathroom is tight, and you're both sweaty and out of breath, but it's the most alive you've felt in weeks.

his hands roam over your body, familiarizing themselves with every curve and dip. "you're so fucking sexy, mama," he murmurs against your neck, nipping at your skin. you moan, the sound muffled by his shoulder as he lifts you onto the counter. "i've wanted this for so long."

you lean into him, your legs wrapping around his waist. "you're an asshole," you pant, but it's more of a confession than an insult. "but you do know how to make a girl feel alive."

he chuckles, the sound vibrating against your chest. "always knew i had that effect on you." he kisses you again, deeper this time. his tongue claiming your mouth as his own. you can taste the hint of mint on his breath, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

his hands tug at your shorts, pulling them down your thighs. you help him, eager for what's next. the cold metal of the countertop bites into your skin, but the heat between you two is all-consuming. "you want me to take you here?" he whispers, his breath hot in your ear. "right here on the bus?"

you nod, unable to find the words. you've never been so turned on in your life, and all you can think about is having him inside you. "yes," you finally manage to say, your voice a hoarse whisper. "yes, jey. fuck me."

his eyes light up with excitement, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a condom. you watch as he rips the foil open with his teeth, and then he's pressing against you, his cock hard and insistent. he takes off your underwear swiftly. "you're mine now," he says, sliding into you with a groan. "so beautiful."

you bite back a scream, your nails digging into his back. the pleasure is intense, a white-hot fire that consumes you. "that's it, mama," he murmurs, his voice strained. "i got you."

you hold onto him tightly as he fucks you, the bus's movements only adding to the sensation. jey's eyes rolled back in his head, and he threw it back, his hips bucking slightly with each movement of your pussy. you've never felt so alive. "jey," you moan, your head thrown back. "jey, jey, jey."

his moans grew louder, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. “yeah, that's it," he panted. "i'm gonna cum." he pumps extra hard into you, placing his hand on the wall to get better grip. the sound of his dick slapping against you echoed through the small bathroom. your body moving up and down from the pressure. he pushes you even closer to the wall and grabs your hips to drive into you. his groans increasingly loud now. he then soon follows you over the edge, his body shuddering with his own release. "fuck, darlin'," he breathes, kissing you softly. "fuck."

for a moment, you just hold onto each other, both of you trying to catch your breath. then he pulls away, a grin on his face. "told you it would be worth it," he says, winking.

you can't help but laugh, the tension of the past week dissolving away. "you're insufferable," you tell him, but there's a smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"and you love it," he counters, helping you down from the counter. "now, let's get back to our seats before someone comes looking for us."

you tug your shorts back on, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. what the hell have you just done? but you can't deny the way your body is humming with satisfaction. you follow him out of the bathroom, and the look he gives you, that knowing smirk, tells you that he knows exactly what you're thinking.

the rest of the trip is a blur of flirty glances and stolen touches. you both pretend like nothing happened, but the electricity between you is palpable. the rumble is just days away, and you know you'll have to face the consequences of your actions. but for now, you're just going to enjoy the ride.

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