#wwe x plus size reader

[kabloswrld]

FANFIC IDEA

Idk I feel like I been going crazy over this idea ( plus my love for Cody Rhodes growing each day ) ALSO I'm not gifted enough to make this a reality so if anyone is willing to make it I would be so happy

- I was envisioning this as a plus size reader ( maybe black too but I might be pushing it 😓)

But I don't really see a lot of plus size wrestlers reader so 🤷🏾‍♀️🫣

ALSO PLEASE MAKE THIS A SERIES 🛐 begging

IF CONFUSING OR HAVE QUESTIONS PLEASE ASK I DID WRITE THIS AT 4am SOOO YEA

So imma like bullet point it so it's easier for writers to add or take away stuff but this is like the main plot idea(s) I had in mind

Cody and reader have been seen backstage getting close by triple h, getting the idea of a love storyline. So he tested it out by having reader and Cody do a promo (them flirting but like bickering kinda idk) with it getting positive reactions

Triple h asking Cody and reader their thoughts on the idea with both Cody and reader like idk but quickly agreeing to it anyways

They do a couple promos, ringside etc picking up on hints of them getting closer and closer and starting or care for each other on a deeper level ( i want to say that Cody falls in love first but reader starts to quickly after not being as revealing in it as Cody is but reader is more subtle with it )

But it all comes to a head when Rhea picks up on reader and Cody's closeness challenging her to a match ( I want to say that reader as already been butting heads with Rhea ) the match being that if Rhea won reader won't be able to interfere with anything that has to do with judgement day and Cody and his group ( Seth,Sami, jey and Randy ) and if reader does then they can't go for the women's world championship until after wrestlemania.

Reader would lose the fight. But Cody wouldn't know about the stipulation UNTIL Cody had a match with Dominic with Rhea coming out to jump Cody ( causing a DQ ) with reader watching nothing knowing what do it ( a manger would remind user of the stipulation but reader doesn't care if it meant helping Cody and protecting him from a possible injury) so reader goes out there ( maybe with a chair or something) defending Cody, checking on him calling for help.

It won't be until a week ( or more then a week up to y'all ) that Cody would find out about the stipulation when Cody and reader win a match against Rhea and Dominic. Both Cody and reader are heading up the ramp when Rhea is handed a mic as she tells Cody about the stipulation rubbing it in readers face.

Cody he walks off mad, upset, he felt like it was his fault. He wasn't strong enough so you had to go out there to save him and cost you your chance. Reader catches up with him basically telling him that it wasn't his fault and that it was their decision and he shouldn't feel that way and how they hate when he's mad at them. ( I had the idea of Rhea joking calling Cody reader's boyfriend and Cody mentions it and reader plays dumb confusing Cody )

Causing Cody to be in his head it would be until he's in the locker room with Sami, jey, Seth and Randy did they talk to him asking what's up and Cody is like "do yall think reader actually likes me???" And they're like "ofc!!!" With Randy ( who wasn't really speaking comes out of nowhere) "dude she throw away her chance for the championship for you🙄"

OKAY IM YAPPING BUT LIKE. Maybe they get Naomi and bianca involved on how to ask reader out and well the rest is up to y'all I would to see this as a series !!

[daphimpala]

Misunderstanding

Tonight was Monday Night Raw or as HE called it MonJey Night Raw. Y/N wasn't gonna watch because how could she watch the man she loves flirt with someone else. She knew it was for work also her and Rhea are good friends. She still felt a ping of jealousy when she would see them together. He told her tonight was different he was gonna have a match with his twin brother Jimmy and said he had a surprise for her. She figured he'd do something cute like how his dad would rub his nose to communicate with kids, so she figured why not she hadn't talked to the man, Her Man, for almost a week.

She giggles as Jimmy's music hit watching his entrance singing along with the song. Then the moment she had been dreading, she hears his music hit and automatically rolls her eyes, but a smile is on her face as she watches his run up the ramp to the ring. As the camera zooms in on the ring close to Jey's face she eagerly watches to see what his surprise was. Suddenly the image of Jay flicking his tongue in a fast motion up and down made her blush. She was so flustered she didn't really pay any attention to the fight as her mind began to wonder how long it had been since he used that motion on her.

She didn't even notice what was going on as she began to rub her thighs together letting out quiet moans as she did. She never notice the front door open much less close until she heard his voice rough in her ear.

"Hey baby, did you really miss me that much?" Jey said as he stood behind Y/N.

Y/N yelped in surprise, "how long have you been there," as she suddenly became shy.

"Long enough to know I got your attention back," he said with a growl in her ear, "did you watch the match at all," he said with a smirk.

"Yes, I did," Y/N said as she covered her self up with a blanket.

"Aww baby why so shy, daddies seen you before," Jey says as he sits on the couch right beside Y/N.

"I don't want to do this right now," Y/N said as she tried to move away from Jey.

"C'mon mamas, don't lie to yourself, how wet did daddy make you?" Jey said with a smirk as he grabbed Y/N's thigh.

"Don't kid yourself Jey," Y/N said as she tried to hide the truth.

"Let daddy check for himself because if you lie you know lying ain't a good look on you," Jey said as he moved his hand higher on her thigh as she slowly open her legs wider.;

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

"You don't have to apologize baby, it was my fault," Jey said as his hand reached higher and he pulls her into a rough but loving kiss.

Y/N moans into the kiss and starts to try and climb onto Jey's lap when he stops her and breaks the kiss.

"Why'd you stop me don't want this, don't we need this," Y/N said in a whiny voice.

Jey growled then laughed a little "mhm we do baby but, let daddy show you how sorry he really is that little show wasn't for nothing."

Y/N suddenly become nervous she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so small to him because it had been a while since she was so vulnerable to him. It wasn't like they didn't have sex and it had only been a week but, it was always just happened but, he had planned this, he had planned to worship her.

"Daddy," Y/N said as she batted her eyes at him "are you sure you wanna do this."

"Yes baby, tonights all about you first I have a lot of making up to for making you feel like someone else matters to me more then you, my love, my baby, daddy's best girl," Jey said looking at Y/N lovingly.

Y/N blushed "ok daddy, I'm sorry what do I do to be a good girl."

Jey growled and said " lay on the floor and open those beautiful legs up for daddy."

Y/N laid on the floor and opened her legs wide enough for Jey to fit between. She watched him as he got on all fours and crawled to her putting his face where he knew he had to. Jey licked her softly and teasing her causing her to whimper causing him to chuckle.

"Mmm, damn ma thought you said you weren't wet but I can taste you already," Jey said then starting liking her quicker finding his rhythm before sliding a finger in and out at a slow pace causing her to buck forward.

Suddenly he pulled something out of his pocket and put it on her bud as he watched her bite her lip trying to stay quiet. "C'mon ma, let go this is just the beginning," Jey said as he suddenly stopped with the toy and went back to using his tongue.

As Y/N started to feel the familiar knot in her stomach causing her to involuntary wrapping her thighs around his head causing Jey to moan into her.

"Mmm daddy I'm so close," Y/N moaned out as she started grinding against Jey's face.

Suddenly, Y/N loosens her grip on Jey but he didn't stop his assault on her causing her to try, and push him away which only made him go rougher.

Jey suddenly stopped and Y/N took a deep breath thinking he was done when he smirked at her.

"Be a good girl for daddy," Jey said as he kissed her hard and fast then chokes her slightly as he begins to rub her bud with force causing her to try and get away from him causing him to slap her most sensitive area hard. "na none of dat running away shit got it."

All Y/N could do was nod. "Daddy, please stop I feel like I'm gonna pee," Y/N said nervously.

"Na ma that ain't what this is, let go daddy's got you," Jey said continuing his pace.

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and on Jey's command to let go she starts to see stars as she moans out Jey's name.

Coming down from her orgasm high she looks at Jey who is all smiles causing her to smile back. Suddenly she notices his shirt wet and starts to apologizing like crazy.

"Oh my god baby I'm so sorry," Y/N said feeling embarrassed.

Jey feeling bad for her self consciousness pulls her into a hug.

"Shh baby shh, it's ok you did so good for me, made me proud, you stay here I'll go run a bath for us then come get you, I'll also clean up the mess," Jey said as he covered her up kissing her forehead before disappearing to the restroom.

Y/N laid there on the floor trying to wrap her head around what just happened because there was only one other time she felt like this. She suddenly blushed as she remembered the only other time this happened was when Jey became jealous at a club when Y/N and Jimmy were talking and he was too close to his girl. Jey was very jealous when it came to Y/N and Jimmy because everyone said they would be better together. Jimmy on the other hand believed her and Jey were the better couple but, he did worry about them especially since sometimes Jey would get jealous over the smallest things with her because he cares about her so much.

Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts as Jey uncovered her and lifted her up.

"Hey mama, where's your head at," Jey said with a slight giggle as he kissed her head.

"Just feel bad I ruined your shirt," Y/N said trying to lie which Jey knew he always knew when she would lie.

"Whatchu talking bout baby, you made daddy proud, haven't made you squirt like that in a long time, its been too long honestly," Jey said in a matter a fact tone.

"Baby, I'm sorry for overreacting I really am,"Y/N said in a tired tone.

"Like I said it was my fault for not doing my duty and taking care of my lady," Jey said as he kissed her tenderly as they reached the shower. "Also you are still daddy's best girl and only girl."

As he helped her into the tub Jey's phone rang and Y/N nodded so he went to answer it.

"What's up uce, yeah no no not yet was just about to, yeah yeah I know, just gives us a few hours to get ready," Jey said as he winked at Y/N. " Hold up, whatchu mean we don't got to go, ok ok, I'll let you know what she says, deuces uces," Jey added before he hung up the phone and enter the tub.

"How do you feel about a life on the road mamas," Jey asked as he kissed Y/N on the head as he puller her into his arms.

[becauseimswagman1]

Sigh if only someone would send requests with these numbers (👀)

Smutty One-Liners Part VI

"Feel this? It's just for you."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"I want to taste you so badly."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh I can do this all night long."

"You surprise me every day."

"Let's find out how much you want it."

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."

"Come on, please, do it."

"Oh, you like that?"

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?"

"Well, let's see what happens tonight."

"Can you kiss it better?"

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"I had a very nice dream that started like this."

"You are so amazing, please never stop."

"Can you be good for me?"

"It's so hot when you talk like that."

"Stop teasing me and do it!"

"You're still holding back, just let go."

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[punishereditz]

Hot Topic

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! One use of y/n. Little bit of blood. Mentions of blood. Smut. Scratching (both sexually and non-sexually). Oral. Both F and M receiving. Praise kink. Breast play. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Marking. Claiming. Drew and the reader fighting over dominance.

AN: Do I have news for you guys. There's another fucking white man. There's another fucking white man of the month.

Word count: 3.3k. (I got carried away. Okay? okay.)

Summary: When Drew interrupts your promo so he can use you to gain his popularity back; he didn't expect the reaction you would give him. And he certainly didn't expect what he found backstage after...

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Monday night raw. You were trying to cut a promo. Walking back and forth in the ring. Talking into the mic. Telling the WWE universe your plans for your current rival, Zelina Vega.

You were on a roll. You had the crowd in the palm of your hand. Everyone's eyes on you in your tight leather pants and corset top. But you didn't just have the WWE universe's attention. You had Drew McIntyre's attention. You heard the sound of a sword clashing. Interrupting your words. You looked to the ramp to see the huge Scottish warrior slowly making his way to you. It made your heartbeat grow faster and your breath grow unsteady. This wasn't planned. It had you nervous. But you didn't let a bit of that show.

"So, you're the famous Ms. y/n that everyone's been talking about." He walked down to the ring, and he looked into your eyes as he stepped over the rope. He put his mic between his arm, and he reached into his pocket. Pulling out his phone. He held it up and took a photo with you. What the fuck? You thought.

"Don't mind me. Since you're the new "hot stuff" here, I just need to use you to get my status back." He said as he tweeted the photo right then and there. Then he put his phone back. His eyes slowly grazing over your body. Sizing you up. He tried not to let his eyes linger too long on your thighs.

"I got to say. I'm not impressed." He chuckled to himself. "I've been hearing your name all over the lockers room and I've been seeing post after post. Headline after headline and now that I stand in front of 'ya... I think I'm starting to understand why you're the hot topic." He took a step closer. Towering over you. You had to completely lean your head back just to be able to look up into his eyes.

"You're just a pretty face." He said with a devilish smirk. You chuckled and you looked down. Taking a step closer. "Aw. You think I'm pretty?"

Your words caught Drew off guard, but he hid it. Just like how you're still hiding your nerves. "You're nothing more than all the other pretty faces that have had their one night of glory." You hummed and you started to walk around Drew. A crease between his eyebrows grew as he watched you. Not knowing what you were doing.

"So... Scottish Knight-"

"Scottish Warrior." Drew Corrected.

"Same difference." You shrug and your eyes racked up and down his body as you circled around him like a predator with its prey.

"Let me get this straight. And correct me if I'm wrong." You paused. "You come out here... interrupting my promo. Then you insult me?"

Drew's eyes followed you. "Yeah." He nodded. Speaking arrogantly.

You hummed. Placing a hand on his shoulder. Making his breath hitch. You slowly ran your hand down his chest. Over the leather. Your hands feeling the muscles through his jacket. His body tensing and his cock hardened as your hand moved along his back. Up on his shoulder and back to his chest.

"Honey... since you don't want to have any manners..." Your eyes stayed on your hand as you watched it move along Drew's skin. Then stopping right in front of him. Your hand on his chest. "I'm going to have to teach you some."

Drew's cheeks flushed lightly, but his cheeks glowed an even brighter shade of red when you dug your claw rings into his chest. Leaving three perfect long scratch marks on his chest. Blood coming to the surface. "Don't ever interrupt me again." You said coldly and you left the ring.

Drew was frozen there. He couldn't believe it. He looked down at his chest. His hand going to the blood. You just made him bleed! Drew wasn't sure if he should be pissed off or turned on. The cuts weren't bad at all. They were just deep enough for there to be a little bit of blood. Drew's felt plenty of pain in his career, but he couldn't get over this. You scratched him! He stormed out of the ring. Marching past the curtains. Asking crew where you are as he passed by. All of them not knowing until one said that you were in your locker room.

So, Drew made his way over there. He banged on the door; impatiently waiting. When you opened the door, he noticed you were still in that damn corset. He sighed and he pushed past you. Coming into the room rather you liked it or not.

"What was that for, huh?" Drew asked. His tone was firm and his stare intimidating.

"What?" You softly spoke and he walked closer to you. "Don't "what" me. You know damn well what 'ya did."

"I'm sorry. I just thought it would be the icing on the cake for the promo."

Drew noticed that you kept a soft tone and that you would barely look into his eyes. What was this? In the ring you kept a confident, seductive tone and kept your stare on him. It's like you're a different person right now. Like a switch had been flipped.

"You should be sorry." He growled and he tried to give you his meanest stare as he towered over you. When you looked away and you started packing your bag, it confused Drew. He wasn't sure if he did scare you, or if you were just unfazed.

"You okay? The cuts aren't too deep?" That confused Drew even more. You were checking on him? It made Drew smile. It made his heart skip a beat. The fact that you were making sure he was okay.

"I'm just fine princess." His tone was a touch softer, and he crossed his arms. Tilting his head as he watched you. He was starting to piece things together. The soft tone. Avoiding eye contact. Barely talking. You're Shy. Drew wonders how far he could push you.

"In a hurry?" He asked. Leaning against the doorframe that was nearly as tall as him.

"Guess so." Drew rolled his eyes at the dry answer. He wanted more.

"What for?"

"Just ready to be home."

"Hmm." He hummed and he leaned off of the door. Taking the short steps over to you.

"Someone waiting for you at home?" He stood only a few inches from you. Close enough that the smell of your perfume filled his nostrils.

"No." You shook your head and he smiled.

"Oh no? I would've figured there be a lad waiting for his princess to come home." He spoke teasingly and his eyes traveled up and down your body. Walking over to your other side.

Drew tried to think of something that would make you break. He wanted the fierce girl he was with in the ring. But how could he get that? Then it hit him. Sure, it would be mean, but it will work. Well, at least Drew hoped it would.

"Who are you trying to convince?" He suddenly said. Playing with one of your curls before he went over and leaned against your dresser. Giving you a dry look.

"I'm sorry?" You were confused.

"I was just wondering who you're trying to convince." He paused. "You know... that little act you put on out there. Them or yourself."

You didn't know where Drew was going with this. You scoffed and you looked down. Drew knew then he was getting somewhere with this.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You practically whispered.

"Oh. The confidence. I mean, it's clear you don't have it now. Your just an insecure timid girl. So, when you're in the ring and put on that mask of confidence and seduce of yours... are you trying to convince them... or yourself?"

You shook your head and put your things down. He was pissing you off. His plan was working perfectly.

"Who do you think you are coming into my locker room and aggravating me?" Drew had to bite back a smile.

"I'm just curious about you Princess." He walked over to you. Looking down at you with a smirk.

"Well, you got my apologizes for your chest. So, you can leave now." You said annoyed and turned back to your bag. Drew didn't move. He stayed in the same spot. Crossing his arms with a sigh. Staring at you.

"It wasn't a request." You turned back to him. His smirk growing. He took a step closer. The smell of your perfume driving him mad.

"I'm not going anywhere. At least, not until you answer me."

"Neither."

"Bullshit." You sighed, frustrated at his words. Drew knew he almost had you.

"Go on. Let that frustration out. Use those claws on me." He challenged and you furrowed your eyebrows. Looking up at him. You figured out what he wanted. He wanted it again. He liked it.

"No." You challenged back and Drew looked taken aback for a moment. But he quickly replaced it with a mean stare.

"No? No, you're not frustrated?" He didn't want to let you know that he knew you figured him out.

"No. I'm not going to sink my claws into you." You took a step back. "You can leave now." You turned your back to him to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. Pulling you back.

"Are you going to show me what you're capable of... or are you going to keep being shy princess?"

You were torn. You were truly this shy person. The person you are in ring is who you wish you were. That person in the ring is the person that lives in your mind. Your mind filled with thoughts of leaving marks and claiming the big Scottish warrior that was Drew McIntyre. You just didn't know if you had the strength to do it. To do all the filthy things you wanted to do to him.

Oh fuck it! You grabbed his hair and pulled him down so that you would be able to reach him. Crashing your lips onto his. His body immediately following the action of yours. His large hands going to your waist. Lifting you up. Your legs wrapping around him. His hands gripping your ass. Your hands laced through his hair. Gripping his hair. He groaned into your mouth. Then he pulled away from the tense kiss.

"I knew you had it in 'ya princess." He huffed and you smiled up at him. You jumped down from his hold and started pushing his jacket off of him. He quickly got it and he started to untie your top. Pulling it down. He bent over and he took your breast into his mouth. Sucking on it. Whirling his tongue around your nipple. The he pulled his kilt off and he tossed you up on his shoulder. Carrying you over to the couch. He yanked your leather pants down. Groaning at the sight of your beautiful naked body in front of him.

Then he sat you down on the couch. He held eye contact with you until he was down on his knees in front of you. Grabbing your knees, he made you spread your legs. Pulling you to the edge of couch and placing both of your legs on the tops of his shoulders. He slowly ran a finger in your folds. Making you gasp. He used his middle finger to rub circles on your clit. Causing you to moan and close your eyes in pleasure. He chuckled when your body jerked as his movements got a little bit faster on your clit.

If you were this sensitive now, then he couldn't wait for what he was about to do. He moved his finger down. Rubbing your entrance before he slowly pushed his finger in. A louder moan coming from you. He curled his finger up. Smiling at the sight of your chest rising and falling. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Oh, he couldn't wait! He wanted to take his time though. He wanted to savor every little breath and moan.

"You're doing so good for me princess." He praised before he lowered his head, and he gently kissed your clit. Then he wrapped his lips around it, and he ran his tongue up and down. Lightly sucking. Your back arching and your hand moving down to grip his hair. Turning him on even more. His cock throbbing in his gear. The taste of your sweet cunt and the sound of your beautiful voice moaning his name was becoming too much for him. He was loving this. He couldn't decide if he wanted to stay between your thighs for the rest of the night or be fucking you right now. "So sweet." He raised up. His hands going to your hips. But you sat up. Moving back. Your eyes following him as he stood up and you grinned. He wants dominance? You think you can manage that. You looked into his eyes as you gripped his gear. Pulling it down. His cock bouncing out. You had to hide your surprise. No wonder he's so cocky.

"So hard for me..." You whisper and he swallowed hard. Trying not to let you see how badly your words affected him. But his cock gave him away as it twitched. You wrapped your hand around his cock. Slowly stroking him. A groan leaving his lips as he watched you, but then he moaned a little louder when you licked the pre-cum off of his cock. He wanted you so badly, but you were going to drag it out for as long as possible. You can't give him what he wants. Not yet.

So, you keep slowly stroking him. But you decide to take it just a step further. Gently kissing the tip of it. Then you kissed down the side. Then kissed down the other side. But as you came back up, you stuck your tongue out. Running your tongue up his cock. It twitching in your hand and against your mouth. You softly chuckled and you ran your tongue all the way from his balls up to the tip. Licking it. You finally put the tip of his cock in your mouth, and he moaned in pleasure. His eyes slowly closing. His head falling back. But he quickly looked down. Wanting to watch.

Watching as you suck on the tip of it. Your hand still working. It was the prettiest sight he had ever seen. Your lips wrapped around him and your eyes looking up at him. He had to look away to control himself and you had to hold back your smile as you pulled your mouth up until his cock wasn't in your mouth. Your hand still slowly stroking him. You knew you had him right where you wanted him. You could see the effect you were having on him, even though he was using all of his strength to hide it. It didn't matter how hard he tried to be strong, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. You had him on a leash... and that leash was about to get tighter.

You took his cock in your mouth one last time. Taking it in as deep as you could. The tip of it in the back of your throat. A strangled groan leaving his lips. Then you stood up. Moving your mouth and hand away. Leaving him with nothing; and right when he thought you really were going to give him nothing, you pushed him down on the couch. Smiling devilishly down at him. He took a deep breath. Looking up at you with innocence. His hands going out to your thighs and his eyes going down to your breast. He was so flustered.

"What's the matter honey?" You gently grabbed his chin and tilted his head up, so he looked you in the eyes. His cheeks flushing a brighter red.

"Cat got your tongue?" You narrowed your eyes at him and smiled as his breath hitched when you placed the tip of your rings under his chin. "Go on.... Speak up."

He went to speak, but nothing came out at first. Struggling to find his words. "P-please." He stuttered. His words almost unnoticeable because they were so quiet.

"Please what? You're going to have to tell me." You moved so that you were straddling his lap now. His hands going to your hips and tightly gripping them. His eyes slowly racking up and down your body. This was getting too much to bear for him.

"Please... give me your pussy. I want it. I need it. I need to be inside of you." He begged. Looking up at you through his eyelashes. Giving you a pleading look on top of the begging words. God, it was so cute.

You placed your hands on the wall and leaned closer to him. Tilting your head down to his ear. "Good boy." You whispered. Your words becoming the fuel to Drew's fire. He couldn't take it anymore. He gripped your breast in his hands, and he brought his mouth down. Sucking on your nipple. Moaning in pleasure into your breast as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock. Taking the tip of him in you. Letting out a soft gasp as you try to adjust to him. Slowly bringing yourself lower until you were completely sat on his lap. Your walls clenching around him. Making him gently nibble at your nipple.

His hands gripping your breast tighter before they traveled down your sides. Finding a home on your ass. Your hands finding a home in his hair. Gently gripping it as your eyes closed, your head falling back as the pleasure took over. His cock twitching as you bounced on his cock. Sliding your hips up and down. A louder moan leaving your lips as the pleasure grew stronger. Slowly building up more. The knot in your stomach twisting further. Your breath getting heavier. Your hand pulling at Drew's hair. His cock hitting that spot deep in you that makes your head feels like it's spinning.

Your walls clenching tighter around him with each time his cock hits your g-spot. Making his cock throb. He couldn't stand it anymore. He wrapped his arm around your waist and with one swift move, he moved you down on the couch. Getting on top of you. Thrusting his cock deep in you. Taking your breath away. Your rings digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from screaming. "Oh fuck." He growled as he felt your fingers pressing into his skin. Causing him more pleasure. His slow pounds starting to speed up.

"You like that, huh?" You questioned teasingly through moans. "You weren't kidding when you said you wanted me to use my claws on you-" You let out a sharp moan as he thrusted deep in you. Barely being able to get your words out. His thrust making you scratch down his back. Your rings pulling down in his skin driving him absolutely crazy.

"Fuck. You're so tight. Feel so good." Drew said through grunts. His eyes closing for a moment before he looked down at you. "This is for me. Me only. I'm the only one that gets to see you like this. I'm the one that gets this cunt." He growled. His grip on the couch tightening until his knuckles flushed a ghost white. Trying to make this last for as long as possible.

"That's right." You moaned. "I'm yours." That was Drew's breaking point. He moaned your name as his climax crashed over him. His cock throbbing and twitching as he released his cum into you. His climax driving you into yours. Your hands scratching down his back as you came on his cock. Yours and his breath starting to slow as you both came down from the intense orgasms.

"Come on princess. Let's get you home. Then I'll show you what all I really want to do to you."

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[madhatterbri]

Secret Santa | A.S.

Summary: 17.) Secret Santa ~ Alex Shelley x plus size reader, plz use pet names rather than y/n.

Requested by: @tahiri-veyla

Author's Note: I changed my mind and posted tonight. He is kind of hot. 💀 Taken from my prompts list found here. No use of Y/N.

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"Wow! You got your girlfriend for Secret Santa? That's gotta be the easiest thing ever,"

Alex looked at his friend and smiled briefly. He let out a chuckle as he looked at his girlfriend's name written on the slip of paper. Of course it was going to be easy. They had been together forever. What could possibly go wrong?

He put the slip in his jean pocket and drove to a local store. Alex figured he'd walk in the store, buy something for the love of his life, and walk out in fifteen minutes. Nothing could have prepared him for the moment his mind went blank as he looked at all the items. There are so many things to buy but he doesn't know what exactly he should buy.

The Secret Santa was going to be a party amongst their friends. The gifts had to be out of the park. His little miss had to get the very best things. He was sure he would get something lame for whoever picked him. It didn't matter if it would be another Starbucks gift card that he received that would rot in a kitchen drawer. The sparkle in her eyes that night would make his night.

Alex pulled out his phone and scrolled through Google. He was trying to find a perfect gift for her. Google had an answer for everything, right?

Slippers? What are we? 80?

Gift cards? Hey babe, we've only been dating for years. Here's something because I don't listen to your likes. Don't worry. I'll see myself to the couch.

Okay, so Google wasn't the right thing to use for today. Alex closed the window and texted his best friend. Maybe he could give some sort of insight into his dilemma. It went as well as expected. The message poked fun at his current situation.

Dude, you have one hour until the party. Are you serious? Oh man, you are so ducked.

Alex shoved his phone in his pocket. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. One hour. Only one hour to get everything ready. The wrestler looked through the aisle again and stopped.

A rubber duck with a wrestling face mask stared back at him. He questioned how he hadn't seen this before. The toy would be a great addition to her collection. Besides, wrestling held major importance to them. They met at a wrestling show.

"You are coming home with me," he spoke to the duck much to the bewilderment of the customers around him. His hands fiddled with the duck as he paced around the store.

Alex thought about his girlfriend. His perfect little dove from head to toe. She had a smile that could light up the whole room. A body with curves in all the right places. Her beautiful face and eyes lit up as she had her nose stuck in another book. A blanket wrapped around her feet since they were always cold.

Wait, that's it!

The forgetful boyfriend rushed to the book aisle. She was just complaining about almost being done with a book. Her world was made when she found out there was a sequel. Scanning through the aisle, he found the next book in the series. It was the very last copy.

His next stop was the socks section. A cute pair of fuzzy socks in her favorite color lay at the top of the bin. When he saw they were her size, he breathed a sigh of relief. With no time to lose, Alex made his way to the checkout line with a gift bag in hand.

Alex's friend ribbed him the moment he arrived at the party.

Dead man walking.

Coal would be a blessing compared to what you are going to get.

He chuckled at the lighthearted teasing. "Oh no, my baby is going to love this,"

They stepped inside the home. The host of the party didn't waste much time in allowing people to open their gifts. He wanted to have the presents opened before the adult beverage consumption.

One by one, the gifts were spread out amongst the crowd. As expected, Alex was gifted a Starbucks gift card. He thanked them all the same.

"You are my secret Santa? Isn't that cheating?" His girlfriend asked.

Alex shrugged. "Open it up, darling,"

He watched as her fingers removed each tissue paper carefully. She placed them neatly on the couch next to her.

"A wrestling duck?" She asked with a laugh. "He's adorable,"

Her laughter made him smile. "Keep looking,"

Upon further inspection, she removed the book from the gift bag. Her face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree. "I could never find one in any of the stores. Thank you,"

"You have one more thing in there," Alex told her.

She pulled out the pair of fuzzy socks out and laughed. He couldn't help but laugh as well.

"No more putting your cold feet against me at night," he teased. His girlfriend threw her head back and laughed.

"I guess I'll have to put something else against you tonight," she whispered between them. She leaned in and gave him a kiss. Alex smiled in the kiss. Maybe getting a Starbucks card didn't suck so much after all.

[miss-kuki-nz]

SOOOOO HOTTT!! 🔥

Hey Stacey, can I please request smut prompt #5 for Roman Reigns x female Plus size reader. And can you please use his real name, Joe ❤.

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Smut Prompt List 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Use of his real name, Joe.Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (f receiving). Sex against a window. Creampie.

Requested by @miss-kuki-nz

WC: 605

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#5: “I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

"Joe, you can't be serious." She said to me as I was kissing and biting her neck.

"I am more than serious gorgeous." I mumbled against her neck, my hands running up and down her sides, grabbing her ass through her panties.

We just got back from a party, and she has been driving me insane since before we even left our hotel room.

She came out in a dress that I knew she didn't feel overly comfortably in, but fuck, she looked gorgeous and I told her that, as well that we should miss the party all together and just stay here.

Me between her legs all night long.

We left the party early because I just couldn't take it any longer. The moment we were alone, back in our room, my lips and hands were on her, pulling her dress off her body faster than she could blink.

Right now, she is just in a blue, lacey set, with her black heels on.

She was trying to cover her stomach once more, which I told her to stop.

“I want to fuck you against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

I repeated myself as I freed my cock from the confines of my dress pants, jerking it up and down as I took a step back to look her up and down.

"Now, turn around, hands on the glass, keep the heels on, and stop trying to cover yourself up. You are fucking gorgeous and you drive me wild."

My mind flashed back to last night. Me laying on my back, her hovering above me as I ate her out, coaxing her to sit on my face and when she did, I moaned, loudly, going to town on her, making her cum so much on my tongue as she grinded against my face.

Once she did as I asked, I rubbed my cock against her pussy, groaning softly to myself at how wet she was for me already.

I slowly pushed in, my eyes closing as I bottomed out inside of her. She flung her head back, her moaning my name as I kissed her shoulder, muttering how well she was taking me.

"Joe, not gonna last long." She whimpered, her pussy squeezing my cock tight, making me swear under my breath.

I stepped closer, forcing her body to go flatter against glass.

I pulled my hips back and thrust back in, my hips grinding against her plush ass. I did this a few times, each time drawing a gasp from from her each and every time.

I could see the cars and people down below, no idea that two people were fucking against the window.

I picked up my pace as I could feel her pussy fluttering around me. I needed her to finish before me.

"Joe, almost there baby." She cried out as I placed my hand against her throat and gently squeezed.

"Yes, I can feel you. Cum for me baby. Cum for me, now." I groaned, demanding her to cum as I am just about there.

She cried out my name, her body shaking as she came, her pussy squeezing my cock so fucking tight I swear I saw stars.

I stilled as I came, moaning her name, loudly, letting go of her throat as I wrapped my arms around her and held her against my body, as the two of us caught our breath.

"I love you Joe." She said to me, as I pulled out of her. I turned her around in my arms, kissing her gently.

"I love you too, gorgeous."

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[pleasantdreamqueen]

Dating Sonya Deville would include:

You were Naomi’s little sister

She was older than you by two years

You were a martial arts instructor from (city, state)

When you heard that Tough Enough was looking for new talent you took the opportunity

When you won the competition, Naomi was the first person you told

She was beyond excited for you

Stephanie noticed your talent and offered you a contract

You accepted the offer

After some of the roster taught you a few basic moves; you obviously added your own style

The seamstresses and costume designers were glad to have a new diva to create gear for

After 8 months of training you were finally ready to introduce yourself to the WWE universe

Your first match was against the MMA Queen Sonya Deville

You matched every strike she gave, and made her to submit to get the win

She was the most gorgeous woman you had seen

“You are amazing. The crowd was freaking out. I’m Sonya”

You loved the way she smiled

“Thanks. I’m Yn. I was pretty nervous to be honest”

“You looked amazing in your ring gear and you countered every move I tried to throw at you”

You smiled at the compliment

“Do you wanna grab some dinner with me tonight?”

Sonya is asking me out is this really happening

“Sure I’d like that. Here’s my number so we’ll be in touch”

You guys work out to together

She likes to sneak cute pics of you while you’re sleeping

Getting hugged from behind is your weakness and she exploits it

When you have cheat days you buy all the junk food you can get your hands on

“I don’t wanna work out today”

“Help me and I’ll give you all the kisses you want”

“And you’ll make your famous (food)”

“Yes I’ll make my famous (food)”

“You got a deal sweetheart”

The WWE universe finds out about you through social media and they love you two

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[anangelwhodidntfall]

Jealousy: Drew McIntyre

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anon request: drew mcintrye - mabye something with jealousy?

It wasn't often that you got jealous....but sometimes seeing Drew with certain co-workers of yours or fans filled you with envy whether they were taller, skinnier, curvier, or whatever it may be compared to you. Drew did an excellent job of reminding you that he only had eyes for you but that still didn't stop you from feeling the way you did. 

Like right now you were in your guys' hotel room just relaxing and scrolling through TikTok while Drew was at the gym when your mentions on Twitter started going crazy making you confused because they only went crazy when you and Drew were together or something like that. So you went to Twitter to see what was going on and part of you wish you didn't. It was a picture of Drew and Mandy Rose at the gym together, normally you wouldn't have cared but it was the comments that upset you. 

user34: They look so good together

user 56: Agreed! Definitely would be a better couple than him and y/n

user45: Speaking of which, why isn't y/n with him? She needs to be hitting the gym given how big they looked this week. 

The comments continued to get worst as you scrolled through them while tears blurred your vision until finally, you finally tore yourself away from them and head to the bathroom to examine yourself, you didn't think you looked that bad. I mean sure you had gained a couple of pounds but all your friends had dubbed to you as relationship weight meaning you were happy and healthy in your relationship.

You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard Drew come in until you felt his arms wrap around you and bury his head in your neck placing a kiss there. 

"Why is the prettiest lass crying?" He asked.

 "Do you ever think about being with Mandy?" You asked softly preparing yourself for his answer. 

"No never have, never will. What's this about?" He asked softly turning you and sitting you on the counter so he could look at you.

"It's just that, I never felt in competition with her or the other girls until we started dating but your fans seem to think that you deserve some better, someone like her." You said. 

"Well it's a good thing, I don't take relationship advice from my fans. They think they know me and who I would best with but I truly know who I want.....and that person is you sweetheart and only you." He said cupping your face and placing a kiss on your lips. 

"You mean that?" You asked searching his beautiful blue eyes for any form of him lying but found none.

"I mean it...truly and I'll prove it to you if I have to." He said with a smirk as a smile broke out on your face.

 "There's another reason I fell in love with you...that beautiful smile." He said.

"I love you." You said smiling and softly placing a kiss on his lips.

"I love you too lass." He said smiling at you as he carried you towards the bed where he proved to you the many, many reasons you didn't need to be jealous of Mandy or any of the other girls.

[theworldofotps]

More Than A Number

Pairing: Damian Priest x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 1,208 Description: Lately the reader has been struggling with her body image, Damian reminds her she’s beautiful regardless of the scale numbers.

🚨Trigger warning: Body negativity, body shaming, body image, self hate, weight discussed(including diet mentioned.) Please please don’t read if you’ll be triggered by anything. 🚨 This one was a little hard to write and hit close to home but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. ________ Tag list:

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Staring at your reflection in the mirror shouldn’t bring you to tears. Shouldn’t have you afraid to look at yourself without clothing or make you wish the floor would open up and swallow you. A simple object with a reflective surface shouldn’t have the power to send your confidence down the sink drain while you try to tear your eyes away from your exposed flesh.

And yet here y/n stood staring at herself in said mirror left only in her panties and bra. Her clothes were still laying on the bed where she had placed them before her shower. She’d been meaning to get dressed right away but walking past the mirror caused her to stop. The sight of her plus size body always made her throat tighten.

She knew that she shouldn’t be so hard on herself. Her body did a lot for her but the thoughts from her own mind and comments from people online didn’t make it easy.

“Look at these stretch marks, your thighs constantly rub together.”

Y/n mutters as she pinches the fat around her stomach on her arms and legs. Twisting and turning she blinks tears away.

“Nothing more then an overweight heifer, just cut out the food and you may actually manage to lose a few pounds.”

“How can she even think it’s okay to look like this? You’re setting a bad example for so many people! You should feel ashamed of yourself.”

Comments she got on her recent photo, normally her pictures didn’t get much attention. But once people found out she was dating a WWE superstar, everything changed.

Hearing her phone vibrate, y/n glances at it before looking back at herself. She really needed to try a diet again, and since Damian was gone most of the day it would be easy.

“What could he possibly see in me?”

“Who mami?”

Whirling around holding a hand to her chest Y/n sees Damian standing in the doorway of their room. Wiping her cheeks she grabs her shirt slipping it on.

“Nobody, I didn’t expect you home yet.”

“We got finished early so I decided to stop off for some food and figured we could watch movies.”

Walking into the bedroom he watches as she scrambles to pull her bottoms on and grabs her hand.

“Didn’t you get my text?”

“Yeah yeah I just was thinking it was somebody else and didn’t check it right away.”

“You’ve been crying.”

“What?”

Y/n asks, looking at him then glances away grabbing her phone.

“I can tell, your eyes are red and a little puffy. You have tear tracks on your face. I won’t force you to say anything but you can always talk to me.”

Damian gently cups her face in her hands as he wipes her cheeks. Y/n bites her lips resting her hands on his arms.

“Why are you with me?”

“Because I love you, I can’t picture a life without you in it. There’s so many reasons why.”

“People think you can do better than me, I’m too big, too fat. You could be with someone slimmer, someone beautiful, who fits the image of Damian Priest’s girlfriend.”

Pulling away from him, y/n walks over looking at herself in the mirror.

“You are beautiful, I love and like you the way you are now. Who cares what some asshole online has to say? Princesa, please you need to stop listening to the comments.”

“It’s not just the comments!”

Y/n looks at his eyes in the mirror, sighing as she wraps her arms around her waist.

“My thoughts are just as loud. I’m not stupid I don’t look like those girls you work with or the friends you have. My thighs rub together, I have stretch marks and wide hips. I can't fit into a size six, I can’t wear what other girls can. I don’t like how I look.

I don’t know how else to explain it, you’re gorgeous, absolutely stunning and I’m just this. A blob of a human. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror most days without being disgusted. I’ve tried so many diets, weight loss programs and nothing works.”

“Y/n I think you’re forgetting cariño, a couple years ago I was bigger then I am now. Everything you’re telling yourself I told myself as well. Yeah I slimmed down but it still isn’t without its struggles. So I understand to a point how you’re feeling. Your thoughts and feelings are valid, that’s why I’m not going to tell you that you’re crazy or being ridiculous. However, I would like to tell you my thoughts if you’ll let me.”

He says, walking up behind her and resting his hands on her hips. Y/n slowly nods her head and smiles softly when he kisses her neck. She had seen pictures of Damian before and she still thought he looked so handsome. She had also heard him putting himself down regarding it.

“It’s true mami, you are a whole lotta woman. But you’re so much more then your size. You have a brilliant mind, wicked humor and a kind heart. This body that you’re talking so poorly of does so many amazing things. It houses your organs, gives you the ability to live life. It holds my favorite person in the whole world in its depths.

You’re stunning inside and out, you have no idea how much I love you. How much I love your body.. Every curve and swell of you I love every single inch.

I think we both know just how much I enjoy spending time between your thighs. Skin so soft and smooth.”

Damian winks at her in the mirror as he hugs her from behind, his comment had gotten a smile from her which is what he was hoping for.

“You may be a bit more plus size then the girls I work with but you are just as fantastic. And some of them have some curves as well, nothing wrong with that. As for the comments on your pictures, I know it’s not easy ignoring them. But they’re completely wrong, you’re the most stunning woman I have ever seen. The only person who gets to comment on our relationship is the two of us. And I should know if you’re good enough for me and you’re more then enough. Your heart and personality were two of the first things that made me fall in love with you.

Y/n I promise baby, you are perfectly imperfect and I love you no matter what. I always will.”

Turning around you hug Damian tightly, face buried in his shirt as you sigh. Every possible argument to his words were swimming through your head but you pushed them away for now.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate it a lot.”

Smiling down at you Damian pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re welcome, now let’s go get comfy on the couch.”

He smiles, taking your hand and pulling you away from the mirror. It wouldn’t happen overnight and sometimes you still really struggled but Damian helped you whenever he could. Reminded you that you were beautiful, you’re more then just some numbers on a scale. And that he’d always love you, no matter the size.

[stressedemoblackbratz]

hi dollface.

❥ i’m 19 and i go by the pronouns she/her. personally, i rather not have my name all over the internet, so you all can call me four things, angel, princess, star, or venus.

—those are the cutest things i could think of at the moment.

❥ i’m black, so generally speaking when i write i’m envisioning a black person. not all of my fics are labeled black reader though.

❥ i do take requests. i easily get tired out though so your request may take a moment. please pay attention to when i’m taking request and when i’m not.

—if you request something when i’m not taking any i might use it for inspo and specify where it’s from or i’ll just ignore it until, or if, i get to it.

❥ send me asks to just talk about stuff, i always see requests and that’s it. y’all are so funny on here. ask me about my day, tell me about yours, or about a tik tok or something.

❥ i’m in school and my life gets too much sometimes. bare with me babes, i’m trying.

❥ i also don’t mind people asking me about why something in my writing is that way, but if you make a big deal out of it (and i mean you’re just really going in) 9/10 i’m obviously gonna get annoyed.

—if it was any other person you wouldn’t care and wouldn’t say anything. if it was your work with dumb questions on it you’d get heated. don’t piss me off. i came to read, write, and relax.

enough of that, i’m here to have fun. i hope you can have fun with me <333

now who do i write for? ↴

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—if a series you want to be added to is completed i won’t add you, but you will be placed on any possible sequel or backstory.

okay now that that’s out the way, let’s have some fun! that’s why we’re here.

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[heelbucks]

hunter encouraging his s/o to completely sit on his whole face. she's afraid she's too thicc for it. he does not care.

“babygirl, i really don’t care that you think you’re too big. i’ll gladly go out if it means pleasuring my girl. now hop up before i make you take a seat.” 

[miss-kuki-nz]

Literally me 🤭😉🥵

Hi Stacey, can I request a Smut prompt, reader's choice with Body worship & Giggly sex all in one for Finn Balor x female plus size reader?

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Love Your Body (18+)

Finn Bálor x plussize!f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Body worship. Oral (f receiving) p in v. Fingering. Cum in pussy.

Requested by @miss-kuki-nz .Hope you like it.

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His name fell from my lips almost like a prayer as his tongue wrapped around my clit and started to suck as he inserted a third finger along side the other two that were already thrusting in and out of my pussy.

I have lost how long Finn has been eating me out for.

He has been gone for over a month now and the moment he stepped through my front door, he was on me.

Ripping up shirt in half, the remnants of the once beloved shirts laid forgotten in my hallway as he kissed me against the wall in the hallway.

"I missed you so much." Was all Finn said before he kissed me hard, grinding his cloth covered cock against my bare pussy.

He pulled his head back, his lips barely leaving mine, as his hands traced my body. Moaning at the feeling of his hands on my skin once more.

"Get to the bedroom." Was all he said to me, before backing up away from me.

I walked ahead of him, and I could hear him muttering and moaning to himself as he watched me walk away.

I was barely by the bed before he pushed me down on it, making me cry out his name with a giggle.

I turned over to watch him undress, his eyes never leaving mine.

I watched as his cock sprung up, hitting his stomach and smearing precum on his abs.

I clenched my thighs together, which drew his eyes down to them.

"Keep them open." Was all he needed to say and I did as he asked.

Finn crawled between my spread thighs, first kissing my lips, and then kissing his way down my body.

I could hear him muttering as he kissed every inch he could get his hands on.

"So fuckin beautiful."

"Love you."

"Love your body."

He nipped here and there making me gasp out his name, before giggling once again.

The giggles stopped once I felt his breath on my pussy.

I whined out his name as I came, bringing me back to this moment.

My juices soaking his skin as I tightened my legs around his head, making Finn moan against me.

He pushed my legs apart with ease, as he got off the bed, pulling me along with him.

I got on all fours, and I was barley in position before Finn grabbed my hips, and slammed into me.

His pace started off fast and I knew he wasn't going to last long, and neither was I.

I was already overstimulated from cumming from before and I reached down between my legs, ready to play with my clit, but I heard him grunt out no.

I did as Finn asked.

He fucked me in this position a bit longer before pulling out and flipping me onto my back.

Finn thrust into me once more, his hand finding my clit.

"That's it love, cum on my cock."

I came just as he shouted out my name, his hips stilling as he came.

His thumb making quick work as he felt me squeeze my walls around his cock, trying to get every drop.

He collapsed on top of me, snuggling into me as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I missed you my love."

I kissed the top of his head, telling him how much I missed him as well.

[daddyhausen]

Hi I requested Demon King Finn Balor absolutely dominating and RECKING his submissive cute thicc girlfriend

i spent three days writing this my god! hope you enjoy !

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• in this hell you are my paradise — finn balor •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { finn balor masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, plus size reader, demon!balor, reader x demon, body shaming / fat shaming, body dysmorphia, description of injury/death/murder, body worship, oral sex { female receiving }, restraints, overstimulation, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots/creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 2.8k

{ genre } — smut/fantasy

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the throne room lined with hundreds, if not thousands of his spectators, all bowed their head submissively to their king, whom sat perched upon his throne, overlooking the grand spectacle that surrounded him, all to worship his presence. he kept you close, kept you stoic upon his thigh, a hand protectively tightening its grip around your waist, hand smoothing over the luscious curves of your hips. 

he’d been rather frustrated these recent weeks, having ruled his kingdom for centuries yet with almost little to show for it. it was not his fault per say, his guards were incompetent, advisers dim-witted and don’t even get started on the lords that ruled just beneath him, all greedy, festering pigs all with disingenuous loyalty bowing at his feet but would just as quickly stab a blade through his back at a moments notice. 

your king became increasingly paranoid, sleep was definitely a hindrance rather than a helper for him. many nights you found him, weapon in hand, whether it be a blade or a rifle, perched stoically by the window frame, staring out into the darkness, ignoring your pleas to coax him back into bed. as for sex, he’d barely touched you since this whole crusade began. 

as the two of you remained sat upon his throne, you noticed a scowl cross his lips, his council none the wiser to their king’s thoughts, not even your tender hand to his cheek could quell the frustrations burning inside him. he gave no reaction where other times he might cup your hand, in his, smoothing his thumb across the back of your palm, offer a gentle smile. this time, nothing. 

he raised his hand, a que of silence for the audience that filled his throne room, your gaze remained fixated on the appendage for a moment, the way he could command his spectators with a single motion, the veins in the back of his palm would twitch with the slightest movement of his fingers, the rings that adorned them, all hand picked and crafted with the most extravagant jewels, it surely was a sight.

an elder member of his counsel waited anxiously at the foot of the staircase leading up to his throne, two guards positioned behind him practically shaking in their armour at what their king would say. he beckoned them forward, with a slow, come-hither motion, the three slowly made their way up the red, upholstered velvet staircase, bowing before their king timidly. 

“speak.” he commanded, a thick accent bellowing throughout his throne room, echoing against the black marble and basalt pillars. the sound caused arousal to swirl in your belly, so much so that you instinctively clenched your thighs together, god what this man could do to you with his accent alone. lucky for you, he was no mere man.

his elder councilman trembled over his words, fidgeting with the air between his fingertips, his beard had greyed more since the time you saw him last, maybe what three, four months ago when your king had his last important sermon. the elder inhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves before he addressed your king. 

“there have been reports from the west…” he began, eyeing the king quickly before returning his gaze back to the velvet floor. you peered at your love for a moment, scanning his features for any sort of emotion other than aggravation. still nothing, you love as stoic as a frustrated king could be. 

“and..?” your love pressed on, hoping to get some information out of the withered councilman. he stammered, trying to gather his words

“the western kingdoms, they’ve rebelled…” he began, avoiding eye contact with your king.  “they ambushed us…completely eviscerated the army you sent, my king. out of the forty thousand you send, five thousand or so still remain, that is if they haven't already been slaughtered too…”

you felt your love tense in his throne, fist gripping the armrest, while the other did the same to your waist, not hard enough to hurt but hand enough to be able to safely vent his frustrations. you placed a compassionate hand to the back of his palm, in hopes that it would soothe his frustrations in the slightest, it did not, although he did reciprocate the action, albeit, subtly 

“my love…” you whispered quietly, hoping to not cause any provocation from the wandering eyes of his councilmen. he merely exhaled, knuckles turning bone white due to his grip on his throne’s armrests. still your voice went unheard in his ears, almost completely ignored.

“you’ve failed me…” he mentioned to the frail man standing before him, knees about to buckle under his own body weight. you looked on with worry, as your love’s features grew increasingly frustrated, holding onto his hand with a tight grip. it was then you noticed the demeanour change in the eyes of his elder councilman, he was vexed, eyes staring daggers through your mortal being as if you were some type of hindrance without having even voiced your thoughts. 

“with all do respect, my king…perhaps if your attention was more focused on winning this war rather than on a heavy-set harlot, then maybe-”

he did not get to finish his sentence, for the once proud councilman of your king was now a heaping mess of flesh and bone before him. gasping at air, nails clawing at his throat in the hopes that it would retrieve the air trapped in his lungs. his bones contorted, twisting and turning, breaking and dislocating joints. his screams and shrills were spine-chilling, making your blood run cold. the sound and sight was so gruesome that you had to shield your gaze into your love’s shoulder, just waiting for it to end. you peered up at your love, eyes void of colour and emotion, just blackness, letting himself be overcome by the devil that wreaked havoc inside him for the next few moments until that bastard before him laid dead. 

you’d only been introduced to the sight one time prior, a similar occurrence, a peasant insulting your looks, your frame, your curvy figure, throwing loaves of stale bread in your direction as you simply meandered through the courtyard calling you such horrendous names, you promised yourself not to repeat. believe you me, once your love got wind of what happened, that poor peasant never saw the light of day again, in fact he left him hanging from the kingdom gates by his neck, bones contorted, organs spilling from his stomach, it was not a pleasant sight.

the entire throne room fell into an eerie silence at the sight, the scowl still permanent on your lover’s lips, removing the hand from your waist, a silent signal for you to stand with him. he overlooked the crowd, glaring daggers at whoever decided to stare back, a stern warning laid the now dead councilman for anyone else who dares insult you. he took your hand, pulling you close to him rather protectively, quickly exiting the throne room with thunderous footsteps.

he was fuming, eyebrows furrowed, hand wrapped tightly around yours. the only resemblance of your love was the Caribbean blues, staring down the hallway until you’d finally reached the safety of his personal chambers. it was foolish to challenge him, try and test the waters of his depravity. he was a ruthless king, cold and calculated, the very demon that haunts your dreams, leaving a lasting imprint on your each and every waking memory. for you was his everything, his kingdom followed at a close second, you were his being, his lifeblood, the very reason for his existence.  

“my love…” you repeated, in hopes your voice would draw some sense back into him. he sat on the bed beside you, head in his palms, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. he was exhausted, frustrated. with what just occurred plus the countless days without sleep left him a shell of his former self. 

you rested your head upon his shoulder, arms wrapping around his, clinging to him like a lost, scared child. you’d rarely seen him in such a state of rage. you took a moment, allowing him to try and calm his nerves before you spoke. 

“please don’t pay any mind to him, we will win this war-”

“do you really think i give a fuck about this war now?!” he roared, the sight frightened you, making you jolt back slightly, back now resting against the headboard. you avoided his gaze, already noticing his eyes returning to their blackened state as they’d previously been in the throne room.

“don’t you think your punishment was rather harsh..?” you questioned meekly, head now resting upon your knees, hiding your face slightly. he stood up, begging to pace around the confines of his quarters.

“harsh..?” he quipped, having claimed down the slightest after recognising your current state. “my queen, did you not hear what he called you? i should of given him a slower death…”

“its fine…i’m used to it…”

he joined you back on the bed, cupping your cheek gently, thumb wiping the stray tears that had seemed to have fallen down your cheeks. his gaze softened, blackness soon fading from his eyes, returning to the soft glow of caribbean blue. 

“no…you’re never to say that” he grasped your cheeks in both palms, your gaze now fixated on him, pupils blown with such adoration for your love. “my queen, i am going to show you just how beautiful you are”

he kissed you, rather harshly, a small smile he managed to pry from your lips, savouring the sweetness of the kiss. 

“don’t be gentle…” you muttered against his lips, feeling him smirk into the kiss. he pulled away for a second, your vision blinded by a dark haze that fogged his quarters, mouth ran dry with a mixture of worry and anticipation. he was nowhere in sight, it was as if he had vanished into thin air. 

the haze cleared, he remerged, naked, standing at the foot of the bed. it had become apparent that your body had also been stripped of your clothing, tendrils appeared from the darkness at the foot of the bed, his eyes once again overcome by the black void of nothingness, letting his demon once again take control. 

you gulped thickly, tendrils wrapping around your legs, keeping them pried open for his gaze as he positioned himself between your deliciously thick thighs. a third tendril appeared, hovering over your void for a moment, he cocked his head to the side, simply watching it swirl around your sensitive pearl, controlling and manipulating it however he saw fit. you let out a small whimper of pleasure, the tendril was a new feeling, vastly different in texture than his tongue or fingers, yet apply the same amount of such wondrous pressure.

he pried it away momentarily, replacing the sensation with his tongue, a soft moan fell from his lips, the sound rumbling between your thighs. two more tendrils appeared from his back, twirling around your wrists, much as they did in keeping your thighs pried open for him, bound above your head. with you now fully restrained, vulnerable to his tongue, he devoured you, lapping up your sweetness with the long appendage, savouring your taste. 

gentle het was not, your taste was his favourite, sweet yet not overpowering, he shuddered with delight each time it graced his taste buds. his hands half a death drip of your full hips, adding only extra restrained as he fucked you out with his tongue, hastily tracing circles around your sensitive pearl. 

a gasp caught in your throat as he paused for a moment, his tongue barely teasing your clit, blackened eyes peering up at you, soulless and null of empathy. your king was gone, in body not so much the case, but one hundred percent in soul. 

“you taste divine, my queen” his voice held a dark rasp to it, one that would ring so wondrously in your ears. your throat empty of words, only choked cries of pleasure were able to part your lips. his tongue curled inside your warmth, drawing out your orgasm little by little, lips wrapping around your swollen clit, the vibrations of his moans rumbled around the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“my love…” you whined breathlessly, hips following the movements of his tongue, swirling, bucking up against the appendage. your toes curling with pleasure, fists balled above your head, clutching at air. he gave no response, he insisted on devouring you until you were left a shaking mess on his tongue, that was clear in his intentions. your orgasm flooded your veins, pleasured screams burned your throat, sweetness gushing upon his tongue as he hummed in delight drinking you in. 

he pulled away, the tendrils around your wrists and thighs receded behind him. peering up at him with hazy eyes, noticing his beard glossy with your wetness, a sight you could never grow tired of. his breathing coupled with small growls as he re-joined you on the bed, flipping you over so that you were now face down, pretty ass in the air for him. his body close to yours, hot and heated, most of his body weight on his forearms. 

“pay no attention to what anyone says, you’re fucking beautiful and that’s all that matters, my queen” his cock rested at your entrance, teasing your warmth as he slowly slipped himself inside. his thick cock stretching out your walls deliciously, bottoming out as soon as his length fully rested inside you. with a fistful of hair and what seemed be inhuman strength, he pulled you up, know only on your knees, back pressed flush against his heaving chest, free hand smoothing over your luscious curves, fingers dipping in every lovely crevice, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. 

“and you’re all mine…” he breathed out with a low grunt, the sound ringing in your ears, like a wicked harmony, a corruption of your mind. his hips angled back the slightest, allowing you to fully arch back against his cock, feeling his thick shaft fill your tight cunt to the brim, he hesitated for a moment, just admiring the sight. no words left his lips, he already knew you were ready for him, just awaiting his movements. 

with a quick snap of his hips his length buried inside you once more, rhythm fast-paced, rough, violent, animalistic, primal, all such words simply muddled into such exquisite pleasure. words evaded your tongue, each moan met the same rhythm of his thrusts, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, body numb, overcome with euphoria, it was as if you had died and risen to heaven. 

though he was vacant of words, only a single phrase rang from his lips.

“all mine, all mine…” he repeated like a mantra

such sensations were so physically unbearable, in such a delicious way. your vision foggy, hazed with hot tears, salty as they dripped down your cheeks. he was quick to wipe them away, making quick use of his tendrils that he had previously utilised, having them wrap around your waist, holding you close as he brought his hand to your cheek, his thumb smoothing the tears from your skin. 

he kissed you, still keeping that roughness from beforehand, albeit not as violent. it was more reassuring, more comforting, more romantic. 

“m-my, king…” you stuttered against his lips, words muffled as they spilled onto his tongue. he merely hummed into the kiss, his cock moving at such a ferocious speed, wrecking your pretty cunt with ease. release slowly building between your thighs, trembling with such need. 

“cum for me, my queen. cum around my cock” he was not shy with his wants, voicing them to you rather confidently. your back arched, moans heightened to almost a scream, he was a hundred percent sure that those who roamed the corridors at such an hour would hear how well he ruined you. you could not hold on much longer, despite your best efforts, orgasm gushing around his thick cock in such wonderful waves of pleasure, the black silk bedsheets stained with your sweetness as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, effectively bringing on his own. his seed, white hot, filling your void to the brim with such a rough, final thrust. his grip on your scalp faltered, his breath choked with stuttered moans, cum dripping from your void, down his thick shaft. he hummed in delight, planting chaste kisses to the crook of your neck and tops of your shoulders. 

he remained inside you, positioning you so that you laid upon his chest, his back pressed firmly against the headboard, a gentle sight left his lips, one of contentment, peering down at you for a moment before placing a soft kiss to the tip of your head. 

“my queen, you are absolutely gorgeous, don’t you ever forget that”

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[wrestlersownmyheart]

What I See In You (Damian Priest X Reader)

Pairing: Damian Priest X Female Plus-sized Reader Summary: You overhear some of the WWE female superstars talking about your size and immediately your self-esteem takes a nose-dive. Damian, your boyfriend, makes it his mission to lift you back up. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE or NXT. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Body shaming, and fluff

Notes: Takes place in NXT on the "wedding day" of Indi Hartwell and Dexter Lumis. Also, in this story, Damian is a groomsman, and Y/N is a bride's maid. Hope this is enjoyed!

What I See In You

You had just flushed the toilet and were about to come out of the bathroom stall so you could wash your hands, when a group of giggling female voices could be heard entering the public bathroom.

Something told you to stay put because the voices belonged to none other than Mandy Rose, Gigi Dolin, and Jacy Jayne. And while you were a force to be reckoned with in the ring, you weren't so sure how you would do by yourself in a 3-on-1 bathroom gang up.

"You actually had a match against Nia Jax when you were on the main roster?" Jacy asked. "How did that go?"

"How do you think it went," Mandy laughed. "I was flattened like a pancake." She giggled again. "Aaaaand if you haven't noticed, she's put on a lot more weight recently. I feel sorry for anyone who has to try and manhandle her!"

"You know who else is putting on a lot of weight? And in our very own roster" Gigi interjected. "Y/N! My God, that girl is turning into a heffer!"

"Signed, sealed and delivered," Mandy agreed. "I can't believe that Damien is wasting his time with her. If I was still on the main roster, I'd seriously take him off her hands.

Tears burned your eyes and you struggled to not let them fall since your makeup was already done for the evening.

You can have your cry tonight after the show, you told yourself, fanning your face and taking some deep breaths through your nose. In the meantime, my fat butt is getting on a diet.

The three other women continued to guffaw at your size-particularly in your middle and thighs-and your struggle to hold back tears began anew. Finally, and thankfully, the three women left the bathroom and you were free to wash your hands. You tried not to look at yourself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as you cleaned up. You couldn't bear to look and take note of what the three bimbos had said about you.

But you couldn't help it. Your gaze shifted to the mirror and you saw the hint of a double chin forming at your neck. Your eyes wandered down to your stomach and noted that it was still relatively flat, but you were developing a definite muffin top. You knew you'd put some weight on recently, but you'd just hoped that no one had noticed. Apparently, in vain however.

Oh, God… What if Damian has noticed? What if he finds me repulsive now? You thought back to the last time the two of you had hung out together and tried to remember if he'd acted strangely. You couldn't recall anything different but that wasn't to say he'd not noticed.

Glancing at your face to make sure no tears were threatening to fall, you then hurried out of the bathroom. It was nearly time to eat some dinner before the show and you'd agreed to meet with Damian at a nearby fast food place in order to get a quick meal.

Walking as quickly as you could, you headed for your rental and within minutes you were driving toward Arby's.

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You quickly pulled into a parking space and got out of the car, immediately heading for the entrance to Arby's when you saw Damian pull onto the parking lot and slip into the space next to yours. You waited on him, and nervously fiddled with your hair as a soft gust of wind blew. Damian got out of the car and walked up to you, a big smile stretching across his handsome face.

"Hi, babe. Que pasa?"

"Not much. Just wanting to get dinner out of the way." Then you nearly cringed. So much for not letting Damian know anything was wrong.

"Why? You always enjoy dinner."

Ouch, you thought. Nothing like reminding me that I love my food. Then you sighed, this wasn't Damian's fault. He meant nothing by what he said, he was just stating a fact.

"What's wrong?"

And just like that, you wanted to cry again. "N-nothing. Let's get some dinner and visit a bit," you forced a smile to your face. "We don't get to do this very often since you got moved up to RAW."

For a moment, Damian just looked at you. You could tell he knew something was definitely wrong but he obviously didn't want to upset you even more so he apparently decided to let it go. For now.

You both took hands and stepped inside the Arby's and got in line to place your orders.

"Um, I think I'll have the Roast Chicken Entree Salad and a water," you told the cashier and stepped aside so Damian could give his own order. He glanced at you a second, a look of near exasperation on his face and then proceeded to order the Reuben sandwich, curly fries and a large soft drink. You look at him with envy. As tall as he was he could afford those extra calories. Your much shorter frame could-unfortunately-not.

After Damian paid, your food was soon handed to you on a tray and he carried it to a booth. "So are you going to tell me what is going on? Or what?" Damian said softly, sitting down beside you in the booth. "You never order just a salad."

"Really, it's nothing," you reply, emptying a packet of Ranch dressing onto your salad. "Just forget it."

"Are you angry with me about something?"

"No!" You shook your head vehemently and laid the empty dressing packet aside. "Nothing like that. Don't worry about it."

"Well I do worry about it, when it's something bothering you."

"Can we talk about this tonight," you asked, forking up a bite of salad. "Because…"

"Because?..." Damian prodded, unwrapping his Reuben sandwich.

"Because it's something that will make me cry and I can't cry right now. My makeup is done for the show in a couple hours."

"Do I need to put a hurt on someone," he asked, immediately setting his sandwich down.

You shook your head and gave a small, sad smile. "Not unless you believe in hitting women." You took a bite of your salad and carefully chewed it before swallowing. "And I know you don't. So, no."

"We're definitely talking about this later," he said, picking his sandwich up and taking a bite out of it. "Because you know I won't let it go."

"I know it," you said with a chuckle. "You're like a pit bull. Once you sniff something out you chomp down and don't release it."

"Got that right," he admitted, taking another bite of his food.

The remainder of your meal went by smoothly and uneventfully. But thankfully, Damian respected your wishes and didn't bring up what was bothering you again. But you knew he would later that night. You could count on it.

"Okay, we better get back to the performance Center. The show will start soon," Damian said softly, taking your hand and helping you out of the booth.

"Yeah, let's get going," you agreed, standing to your feet.

After dumping the tray of its garbage, you let Damian lead you out the double glass doors and over to your car.

"Okay, well, drive safe," Damian said in goodbye to you. "We'll meet up after the show and have that talk, okay? My room or yours?"

"Yours is good," you said. "Mine's a bit messy," you tried to joke but it came out sounding flat.

With no warning, Damian trapped you against the driver's side door and planted his mouth on yours in a toe-curling kiss. "Just in case you needed a reminder that you're beautiful," he said softly, gazing into your eyes. "I'll see you later."

"Later," you repeated in a daze. The kiss had branded you. Not to mention, Damian had all but read your mind. You smiled at him, then got in the car and drove back to the Performance Center.

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Once you were inside the center, you headed straight for your dressing room so you could get dressed for the wedding portion of the show.

You looked over the beautiful flowy pastel pink dress that draped all the way down to your ankles. It was spaghetti-strapped, and now you were re-thinking Indi's choice in bridesmaid dresses. Ugh, what if my arms look terrible in it? Sighing, you shook your head and tried to focus on the kiss that Damian had bestowed upon you earlier. If I looked horrible he wouldn't be with me, you told yourself. Get a grip!

Quickly, you undressed and then pulled the slinky material over your head and dressed in the soft garment. Looking in the mirror, you were relieved that the dress seemed to hide all of your problem areas.

There was a knock at your door then, and you went to answer it. It was none other than Indi Hartwell-the bride.

"Oh, you look amazing, Y/N," she exclaimed. "I just knew you'd make that dress look even better!"

"Oh, stop," you said, unsure of how to handle the compliment. Especially after the day you were having. "It's the other way around. This dress makes me look good."

"Oh, you stop," Indi giggled. "You're gorgeous! Well, I guess I'll be on my way to get my hair and makeup done. I just wanted to stop by and see how the dress looked on you. SO glad it looks great! Bye, Y/N!"

And with that, the blushing bride was rushing off to hair and makeup.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and sat down on the sofa in your room, waiting on the wedding segment.

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Finally the time had arrived. You were a bundle of nerves.

Why?

You didn't know.

The wedding wasn't even your own, but you were literally ready to jump out of your skin.

There was another knock at your door and you really did jump as if you'd been shot. Rising to your feet, you hurried to the door and answered it.

Damian stood on your threshold looking gorgeous as always. He wore a black and gold dress shirt with ripped leather pants and black boots.

"Wow, you look-" You both started.

With a giggle, you let Damian finish his sentence.

"Gorgeous."

"Thank you," you replied. "You look devilishly handsome."

"Thanks." He offered you his arm. "Are you ready for the wedding?"

"Yes." You took his offered arm and let him guide you down the long hallway toward the small arena.

As rehearsed, you both slowly walked down the makeshift aisle and then took your places at the altar with the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, and waited on the bridal chorus to begin.

It began almost instantly, and Indi began making her way down the aisle toward Dexter and the two microphones set up between the two of them.

You watched as the wedding moved along mostly without a hitch, save for a couple of mishaps with the minister. Luckily, Beth Phoenix saved the day in the end. Finally, you were listening to Indi say "I do" and then it was Dexter's turn. The room became deadly silent in its anticipation.

And then it happened.

"I…. Do…"

All of the wedding guests and the whole arena erupted.

"He spoke!" Everyone seemed to yell at the same time.

In her happiness and excitement, Indi reached over and kissed Dexter. The wedding was completed, and Indi and Dexter were married.

NXT went off the air then and everyone relaxed and began filing out of the makeshift venue: Dexter and Indi first, and then the groomsmen and bridesmaids linked arms and walked back down the aisle as well.

"That was fun," Damian commented as you exited into the hallway.

You nodded with a smile, "It was."

You both headed for your dressing rooms to get back into some regular clothes so you could feel a little more comfortable. You settled on a t-shirt and sweatpants with tennis shoes.

You quickly packed up your things and rolled your suitcase behind you in search of Damian. You quickly found him exiting his own dressing room with his luggage as well. "Ready," he asked you.

What a loaded question. You couldn't tell if he meant in general or if you were ready for the discussion you were to have a little later.

"Yeah," you answered in spite of your uncertainty.

"Why don't we take my car," he suggested, taking hold of your suitcase and pulling it along with him. "I could run you by here in the morning to get your rental."

You nodded, and shyly reached out and took his arm, leaning against it as you walked with him. "Thanks."

"What for," he asked, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"I'm not sure," you replied honestly. "I guess just… being here for me."

He was silent as he led you to his car and loaded the luggage in the back. Then he helped you into the passenger seat and hurried around to the driver's side where he climbed in and started the car.

"Do you want to stop anywhere before we head back to the hotel," he asked as he began driving down the street. "Want to get something to eat? Maybe a snack?"

You shook your head immediately. "No, I'm not hungry. But stop and get yourself something if you want."

"What is going on, Y/N? You've hardly eaten anything today except for a skimpy salad and now you don't even want a snack? I can hear your stomach growling for God's sake."

"Nothing is going on. I'm just trying to… not depend on food so much."

"Is that the problem? You're on a diet?"

"It's not a problem, it's a solution."

"Not if it means starving yourself. Why are you trying to lose weight anyway?"

"It just came to my attention that I've gained some weight and I want to take it off before I get too comfortable with it."

"We're talking more about this as soon as we reach the hotel," Damian said. "Right now I need to concentrate on driving, but we definitely need to talk."

You nodded tiredly, "Okay."

You reached the hotel quickly-you highly suspected because Damian chose to speed-and let him help you out of the car. Then he was gathering your luggages and walking with you into the hotel.

Within minutes you were both in Damian's room.

"Okay, so what is this really all about? Why are you all of a sudden worried about your weight, Y/N," Damian asked as he sat on the bed and motioned for you to join him. Once seated, you turned toward him.

"I… I heard someone talking today. In the ladies room. About Nia Jax and her size."

"Okay," Damian encouraged you to go on. "Do you know who was talking about her?"

You nodded, "Yes. It was Mandy and her minions."

"Oh the Toxic Attraction chicks, huh?"

"Yeah. Well, pretty quickly… I got dragged into the conversation. They began talking about how big I'm getting…" Tears streamed down your face now. You couldn't stop them. Mandy said that if she were still on the main roster she'd take you off my hands."

"Mandy couldn't have me," Damian assured you, reaching up to wipe away some of your tears. "I don't even like her, let alone am I attracted to her."

You nodded, uncertainty on your face nonetheless. "I stayed quiet in the stall. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing I'd heard them."

"Bambina," Damian started softly, pulling you onto his lap.

You started to struggle against him though. You felt too bulky to sit in his lap. "Don't. I'm too heavy, Damian."

"Shhhh…." Damian shushed you and held you all the tighter. "You're not. You're perfect to me. And You're not going anywhere till I have you convinced of how beautiful you are."

With that, he pulled you even closer and trailed his lips over your temple. "Don't you ever think you aren't beautiful," he whispered. "You're absolutely breath-taking." He slowly dragged his lips down to your neck and his teeth grazed over the tender flesh. "And I'll support whatever you want to do; if you want to diet I'll support that. If you were to put on some more pounds, I'll support that. But just promise me, that if you choose to diet, you'll do it the healthy way and not starve yourself to death. Okay?"

You nodded shakily as his teeth nipped your neck. "O-okay."

"I love you, ya know?"

You froze. It was the first time the L-word had come out of his mouth in regards to you. "Damian… you don't have to say that just to make me feel bet-"

"I said it because I meant it," he interrupted you. Pulling back to look you in the eyes. "I don't throw that word around, believe me."

You smiled softly. "I love you too," you whispered, returning his kiss. Then you reached over and squeezed his hand. "I feel much better now. Thank you."

"I'll always be here for you cariña. Always."

THE END

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[pleasantdreamqueen]

Fire & Gasoline // Beck Lynch

Summary: Yn was apart of the commentary table along with Tom and Byron. Someone attacks her from behind. Becky assists her, causing the formation of a new tag team in Smackdown Live Women’s division

Yn POV

It was a normal Tuesday night. The energy was electric and the fans showed ever growing love for their faves. “Hopefully tonight can top last week”, Bryiann said sipping on some water. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Trust me Saxton. Raw will always be second because we have the best of the best”,I replied smiling. They grinned at me.

One of the production crew members told us Smackdown was about to start. I was going to the commentary table until a woman with orange hair tapped my shoulder. “Hey I heard what you said to Bryiann” , she answered. I grinned at her. “I only tell the truth. I love your shoes by the way. I’m Yn”,I said holding out my hand.

She shook it. “Becky. I have a feeling that Shane has big plans for you”, she added. “Come on Yn. You got three minutes”, the product manager yelled.

I kissed her cheek softly. “Sorry but I have to go”,I said running to the commentary area. ‘Why the heck did I kiss her cheek? I just met her, I hope Becky won’t think I’m weird’, I thought.

Becky POV

I rubbed my cheek and blushed. ‘She is something else. Yn is going to set the division on fire’,I thought going to tell Shane. “What’s with the smile Yn”,Tom replied curious. “It’s nothing Phillips”, she answered turning away. Bryiann was smiling like a cheshire cat. “That’s not a normal smile. That’s a ‘spontaneous moment’ Timi”, she replied nudging me.

I glared at them. “Shut it both of you. The show’s about to start”, Yn answered. As the program went on the matches were amazing. Bryiann, Timika, and Yn were commenting. My theme song came on and I smiled. I walked to the ring with a grin on my face as Yn clapped for me . I winked at her. She blew me a kiss for luck. I went inside the ring with a newfound energy, the fans just added to the mix.

I heard Alexa’s music and frowned when I saw Mickie attack Yn from behind. I didn’t know what came over me, I quickly got out of the ring , and stunned Alexa long enough for me to get to Yn. I didn’t care that Mickie paved the way for me. I wanted to protect her at any cost.

I uppercutted Mickie as hard as I could and head butted her. Yn clutched her side , but kicked her in the jaw. I looked at her and she looked at me. We needed no words. I went and grabbed Alexa while Yn dealt with Mickie. The fans what was going on and they were ecstatic.

Third Person POV

Shane and Daniel were watching backstage and they were pleased with the results. The two women slammed Mickie and Alexa onto the stage area. They screamed in agony clutching their backs.Yn and Becky smiled as if they were going to murder the division. She raised Yn’s hand in victory.

Yn POV

I couldn’t describe what I was feeling. I’m kicking with a strong woman at my side. “The women’s tag team division has been put on notice”, Bryiann said smiling at the outcome.

Timeskip after Fight

“Thanks for saving my ass”, I replied grinning. “You handled yourself very well. I thought you could use some assistance”, she answers.

“We make a good team. I’m starving wanna grab something to eat I know a good restaurant not far from here”, I added as we changed into casual clothes. I tried not to stare but her body looked amazing.

“Sure having a charming like you as my date is sure to turn heads”, Becky said. “Flattery might get you a kiss”, I added with a mischievous look. “I might take you up on that”, she replied. I smiled as I pulled her close. “Good”, I answered kissing her softly.

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