#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 !!

[romanreignsbae]

aftercare - roman reigns

a/n: just a little something short n sweet! 🥰🥰wanted to post now cause we are seeing daddy today!

word count: 470

It was quiet in the aftermath of the lovemaking you and your husband, Roman had just indulged in. You could only hear the soft sounds of your breathing and the occasional shifting. Roman's chest rose and fell beside you, but he wasn’t asleep. He never could be after the moments you shared, not when his thoughts were still so full of you.

You were curled up against him, your body still a bit sweaty with an intense glow from the warmth of what just took place between you. He traced the outline of your form with his gentle soft fingers, as if he was memorizing the outline of your claimed to be perfect body, claimed by him. He wanted to make sure you were okay, wanted to make sure you felt loved and cared for in every possible way. Especially after something so intimate. He knew how much intimacy meant to you.

He carefully shifted, lifting the sheets off of you before moving to gather a glass of water from the nightstand. Roman returned to you, his movements slow and steady, making sure not to disturb the peace of the room. The peaceful state you were in. He helped you sit up, laying you against his chest as he offered the cool glass to your lips.

“Here ya go, baby,” he whispered, his voice soft. “Drink. You need it.”

You took the water, your hand weakly holding the glass, your head still all over the place, mainly from the intimacy you shared, not to mention the back to back orgasms your husband had gave you, which you couldn’t even keep count of. He watched you carefully, a tender smile tugging at his lips, and he brushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

When you were done, Roman gently laid you back down against the pillows, his hand smoothing out the blankets over you. He shifted next to you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer. The space between you was never enough, and he always seemed to need more of you, as though a part of him would always be missing when you weren’t near.

His fingers trailed softly over your skin, brushing against your back, your shoulders, your arms. It wasn’t about anything but comfort. About making sure you felt safe, loved, and cherished.

“You’re okay, right?” His voice was a low murmur, laced with care. “I’m here. Always.”

You barely nodded, the soothing motion of his hand against your skin melting the last of the tension from your body. You wanted to cry with the emotion of how loved you felt in moments like these. He kissed your forehead again, his lips lingering there for just a second longer than necessary. He wasn’t in a hurry…there was no rush. Not when you were in his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice thick with affection. Affection shown and given only to you. “Always.”

[luvrgirl4roman]

When Desire Strikes

Roman Reigns X Malika (Plus size Black OC)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18 +, Smut, cussing, creampie, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, Oral (woman giving and receiving), restraints being used.

My apologies, I barely proofread. I hope you enjoy 😊

Malika looks in the mirror, takes a deep breath, and drops her head. As her curls hover over her face, she whispers, "It's just a date." She's usually not nervous, but she hasn’t entertained a man in over ten months. Roman moved into the neighborhood about five months ago, and they frequently run into each other at the grocery store, the gym, and Tropical Smoothie. She first laid eyes on him at the gym; he was using the bicep machine, and she couldn’t stop staring. He had salt-and-pepper hair in a messy bun, a matching thick beard, and wore a black tank top with matching shorts. Whenever he did a curl, he let out an animalistic grunt as the veins in his muscular arms bulged. As sweat dripped from his forehead, nose, onto his chest, Malika was so entranced that she almost fell off the treadmill. She quickly regained her balance, continued her workout, and went about her day.

She couldn’t get him out of her head for two days after that. With so much sexual frustration pent up, he made her feel feral. They went from nodding at the gym to saying "hey" at the grocery store and then to small talk. Malika was taken aback when he stopped her in the Tropical Smoothie parking lot and asked for her number. Surprisingly, he was a great texter—he kept the conversation interesting and never let more than five minutes pass without replying. He was very flirty without being creepy or sending unsolicited dick pics. They set up a couple of gym dates, during which he would spot her for barbell squats. The sexual tension was definitely high. The way his hands hovered over her plush, thick frame and hips took her mind to dirty places. It had been ten months since she felt a man's touch, and her body was screaming for Roman. One day, after one of their gym dates, he finally asked her out on an actual date.

"It's a nice lounge that I frequent, and I would love for you to be my date. We can order food, have some drinks, and talk," he says.

"I-I would love to," Malika replies, shuddering over her words.

"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow around 8 PM."

She was so excited that she could barely sleep that night. After passing out, she was awakened hours later by her usual good morning text from Roman. She couldn't help but think that he would be saying "Good morning" tomorrow from her bed. She replied to his text and drifted back to sleep. When she woke up the second time, she checked her phone; it was 12:30 PM. It was her day off, so she usually slept in. She got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and fixed a late breakfast of spinach, eggs, and toast. She could barely eat from excitement and nerves. She didn't need to do any maintenance for the date since she had done so earlier in the week; all she had to do was figure out her outfit, shoes, fragrance, and accessories.

"What's the attire for tonight?" she texted Roman.

"Casual, nothing too dressy. I can't wait to see you tonight, by the way," he replied.

"I can't wait to see you too, handsome." she responded, grinning at her phone.

Time flew, and soon it was time for her to get ready. She wrapped up her hair and hopped in the shower. After showering and exfoliating, Malika headed to her closet and found a gorgeous, mid-thigh, spaghetti-strap black sundress covered in pink and red roses to wear. She pulled out her black platform sandals and accessorized her look with a beautiful gold necklace featuring a heart pendant and hoops. She releases her 26-inch curly sew-in from her bonnet, puts on deodorant, applies mascara, body cream, lip gloss, and sprays on FORVR Mood's "You Remind Me." As she checks herself in the mirror, Roman texts her that he's outside. She grabs her black crossbody bag and keys and heads out the door. Roman is standing next to his black 2024 Maserati Quattroporte, its tinted windows gleaming. He wears a black collared shirt and black slacks, and his hair is neatly tied back in a bun. “You look beautiful,” he says as he opens the passenger door for her.

“Thank you, you look great,” she replies with a smile as she climbs into his car, and they head out. She glances over at him as he drives; he looks and smells incredible, with his hair perfectly styled, a full luscious beard, soft lips, and muscular arms filling out his black collared shirt. They arrive at the lounge and enter. The place is dimly lit, with music playing at a respectful level. The soft hum of patrons lounging in their chairs fills the air as they engage in conversation over drinks and food. Roman and Malika make their way to the bar, where the bartender greets them and asks what they would like to eat and drink. Roman orders a surf and turf meal with his steak cooked medium-well and a whiskey neat, while Malika requests Chicken Alfredo and a Blue Motherfucker.

“Your usual spot is available,” the attendant says as he leads them to the quietest area in the lounge. The lounge chair feels soft against Malika's skin, and the dim red lights create a sensual atmosphere.

“I'll go grab your drinks now,” the attendant adds.

“Thank you,” Roman and Malika reply in unison.

“This is an amazing spot; I’ve never been here before,” Malika remarks.

“Yeah, I love it here. I've been coming for about a year now; it's a nice place to unwind at the end of the day.”

“I definitely understand.”

After some small talk over drinks, their food arrives. A comfortable silence envelops them as their forks scrape against the plates, followed by the occasional eye contact. As Malika slurps up her fettuccine noodles covered in Alfredo sauce, Roman’s eyes meet hers, and he smiles. For a moment, Malika wishes it was Romans dick that she was slurping, but she quickly reels her thoughts back in. They finish their meals, and Malika orders a round of tequila shots. Roman declines, citing his need to drive, so Malika takes his shot as well. It felt as if that shot went straight to her core; she could feel a tingle anytime Roman did anything. The way he licked his lips, the way he spoke to the attendant, the intense gaze he held while talking with her—she couldn't take it anymore; she wanted him now! "I can't hold this any longer. I want you to take me home, please," she said softly not breaking eye contact.

"D-Did I say something wrong? I'm so—"

"You've nothing wrong, I want you to come home with me tonight," she said, grabbing his hand.

" I would love to," Roman grinned. He paid the tab, and they headed out to his car. He opened the sunroof, and as she looked up at the clear night sky, the moon shined bright, and the stars were clear and beautiful. The summer night air flowed through her hair and grazed her skin. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in months, she felt stress-free. 

She looked over at Roman, eagerly anticipating their night ahead. They arrived at her apartment, and she stumbled out of the car. Roman grabbed his gym bag from the back, which held toiletries and a change of clothes, and they headed for the door. As soon as she put the keys in the lock, Roman began pressing his manhood against her ass. She opened the door and dropped everything at the entryway. Roman trailed behind her as she pushed him against the door, locking it while standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips. They helped each other rip off their clothes, moaning into each other’s mouths as they kissed.

"It's been a while since I've had sex, so I might be a bit aggressive at times. Is that something you're okay with?" Roman asks, completely naked, his eight-inch brown member and balls hanging free. Malika feels a rush of excitement as she imagines him invading her throat and insides. "It's cool with me; I like rough," she replies. They move over to Malika's dining room, where he bends her over the sleek brown marble table, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, her nipples hardening. He grips her voluptuous waist with his left hand and with his right hand slaps his cock against her clit, the sound wet and sticky. "You ready?" he asks in a deep, sultry tone. "Yes, please," she moans back. "Oh shit, you're already wet for me; I love that." He slides his into her slowly, grunting as he gauges how much she can take. She lets out a moan as her body tenses from his girth entering her.

"Fuck, you're so tight. I don’t know if I can fit; let’s try," he mutters, pushing his entire length deep inside her. A whimper escapes her as he fills her completely. "You like the way I stretch you out, huh?" he growls, delivering a sharp smack to her ass. "Yesss, big daddy," she moans, as he grabs her curly hair, quickening his rhythm. 

At this point, he's thrusting into her so hard that her ass creates a rippling effect against his abdomen. Each stroke hits her G-spot, sending her legs shaking. Her entire body feels electric as goosebumps spread across her skin. As she lets out a deep moan as she's being filled up with Romans rod. The intensity of pleasure and slight pain has tears falling from her face as she senses he’s close to cumming; his breaths quicken and his moans grow louder. "You gonna let me cum inside this pussy?!" "Yes, please, cum inside me, baby!" he begins to jackhammer her, the table moving rhythmically with each thrust. She’s pretty sure the screws in the table are loosening. She feels his manhood pulsating inside her as he releases himself. "Ohhh shit, this pussy feels amazingggg." Once he slides out, he says, "Let's take a shower and get ready for round two" She detaches herself from the table, his seed slowly run down her leg as she begins to lead the way to her bathroom. As they enter her bedroom, she grabs the LED remote and dims the lights, bathing the room in a soft red glow. She guides him into her spacious bathroom, where the scent of Glade Vanilla Passionfruit lingers in the air, being met with the plushness of the black fur rugs. The bathroom features a two-person tub and a 4 person walk-in shower adorned with black tiles and glass doors. Roman sets his bag down on the sink, pulling out a fresh washcloth, Dior Sauvage deodorant, and the matching body wash.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” he asks.  

“We can shower together to save time and water,” she replies, doubling up on her shower caps. He turns on the shower, takes his hair out of the ponytail, and steps in. 

Malika stands in awe at the sight of the beautiful man soaking wet in her shower, knowing she is going to let him have his way with her tonight. His body and hair glisten under the falling water, and she can't help but admire how sexy he looks. She joins him and offers to wash his back. Grabbing a washcloth, she begins to lather it over his stunning back tattoo. He turns around, gently grabs her chin, and kisses her deeply. A tingling sensation ignites in her core from his delicious lips, and he offers to wash her back in return. She takes her washcloth and Olay body wash as he drops to his knees. He starts lathering her legs and thighs, cupping her thick, brown ass in his large, strong hands before moving up to her back. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his hands gliding over her breasts as he grabs her waist. “I can’t wait to wear that pussy out,” he adds, locking his beautiful brown eyes with hers. After finishing the shower, they grab towels from her towel warmer. He gets dressed in her room while she heads into her walk-in closet to find some lingerie. It’s the perfect moment for her red strappy open-cup bra set with heart accents over her nipples, paired with the matching thong she bought from Torrid, along with her black diamond-studded platform heels. She applies pineapple body oil all over her body, puts on a black lace sheer robe, lets her hair down, and struts back into the room. Roman is there, his long, wet black hair framing his face, wearing only red Nike boxer briefs as he tries to connect his phone to her Amazon Echo. “Can I play my playlist from YouTube?” he asks. She turns on the TV and shows him how to connect, and the first song he plays is “Juicy” by Pretty Ricky. He hasn’t seen her outfit yet, as her robe remains closed, but he notices her shoes and her red-painted toes, prompting a smile as he leans back on the bed.

“What you got for me, big mama?” he asks, his bulge growing larger. She stands up, drops the robe, and his eyes light up.

“Damn, you look amazing in that,” he says, biting his lip. 

“Thank you, big daddy,” she replies, swaying her hips and turning around to bend over. He quickly leans up and bites her ass cheek. She pushes him back down onto the king-size memory foam mattress with black silk sheets, climbing on top of him. With his muscular built, she's confident he can handle her curvy figure.

"You smell so good," she whispers as he leans up to bury his face in her neck, kissing it softly. Their lips meet, and it feels like fireworks are going off in her head. She begins to trail her tongue from his neck to his broad chest, down to his stomach, and finally to his rod. She starts by teasing his thick mushroom tip with her tongue, then wraps her hand then her lips around it, sliding her mouth down his shaft, hearing him grunt and moan. He grips her hair and says, "Look at me." She looks up at him, her mouth full. "Ahhhh, you look gorgeous with my dick stuffed in your mouth. Come on, I know you can take more," he moans, sliding his length further down her throat. Tears well up in her eyes, and spit rushes down his shaft as she strokes him deeply with her throat. She detaches her mouth from him, pulls him down onto her black shag rug, and lays him flat. Hovering over his waist, she squats down, moving her thong to the side, guiding him inside her warm, wet pussy. Once she’s fully impaled, she gasps, making sure she has her balance in her heels. “Mmmm, good girl, fitting all of me in there. I want you to ride me like a good slut, okay?” he says to her. “Yes, I will.” With her heels on, she's securely planted, lightly burying her fingers in his chest as she begins to slide up and down on him. Her tight walls conform around him, and she starts to speed up the pace. While his thumb plays with her clit, Malika’s breasts bounce and she feels her G-spot being hit; her legs turn to noodles, and her body begins to shake. Roman’s hands are now planted on her waist, guiding her movements. Sensing he’s about to come, he stops her mid-ride , “I’m not trying to cum yet.” They stand up, and he pushes her onto the bed. “I don’t want you running from me this time. I want you to cream all over my dick. Do you have anything I can use to tie your hands up?” She gestures toward the second drawer of her nightstand, where she keeps two pairs of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, and rope.  “Are you a dominatrix or something?” he asks, staring at her drawer full of goodies. “Nope, I like to be dominated. They’re used on me,” she chuckles. He takes each of her hands and cuffs them to her metal headboard. Starting by pressing his lips against hers, he sucks on her bottom lip, kisses her neck, and then removes her bra. As her breasts are revealed, he begins to suck on them, squeezing them together. He continues his journey down to her stomach, caressing it before coming face to face with her soaking core. He sticks out his long, thick, wet tongue and softly teases the tip against her pearl, then flattens his tongue and flicks back and forth. “You taste so good, baby,” he moans. As his tongue moves in a circular motion on her clit, as he begins sucking, she lets out a loud moan, squirming beneath him. He looks up at her, a moan escaping his lips, as her legs start to shake.

“I’m about to cum—” 

“Oh no, not yet, baby,” he replies.

He gets up on his knees, places her thighs around his waist, and enters her. As he slowly strokes, filling her up, he grabs her full breasts for leverage, running his thumbs over her nipples. With every thrust, she lets out a cry. 

“Big... Daddy... please... I don't know how much—”

“Come on, big mama, you got this," he says as he leans down to kiss her, silencing her moans with his mouth. He places both his hands on her head and begins to slow his rhythm inside her, which drives her crazy. 

"I've been thinking about fucking you for weeks," he says, his voice low and intense. "You were acting shy, like you didn't want to talk to me. Now look at you—cuffed and completely at my mercy." Their eyes lock, and a rush of ecstasy overwhelms Malika. 

"You want me to fuck you harder?" he asks, leaning closer. 

She nods

"What? I didn't hear you" Roman growls

"Yes, sir. Pleaseee." Malika replies

He places both of her feet on his shoulders and pushes himself deeper inside her, intensifying his thrusts. The only sounds are his knees hitting her back thighs, the headboard ramming against the wall, the clinking of the handcuffs around her wrists, his grunts, and her moans. At this point, her body is tingling and shaking, and she feels her peak is near. 

"Come on, baby, cum on my dick," he moans. The room begins to spin as their bodies shiver and they climax together. He looks down at her and says, "Good girl, let it all out," as her body shakes uncontrollably. When he pulls out, his cock is covered with her juices and his cum. She's unable to form words at this point due to the fact her intense orgasm has robbed her of speech. Afterwards, she sits back as her heart rate returns to normal and her body stops twitching. When she goes to clean up and returns, Roman is sound asleep, stretched out on her bed. She curls up next to him and falls asleep.

[caramelcleopatraa]

WORD COUNT: 659

X: INSPIRED BY @p-nkgod'S POST SEE ATTACHED. A SERIES OF INTERCONNECTED SHORT STORIES.

CONTENT: ROMAN X READER, PUBLIC SEX, DIRTY TALK, 18+ MDNI

SONGS: EARNED IT-THE WEEKND; GONE-THE WEEKND

The restaurant was poorly lit in some areas, and painted with warm light in others. You could recognize several people that worked with WWE sitting at other booths and tables. You and Roman had a booth to yourselves, only here because of obligation, opting to just enjoy the nice restaurant that the organization rented for the night. When he told you about the event, you weren’t thinking of the plan that you had in mind while picking your dress. You had planned on remaining relatively uninterested in whatever they might have been getting together, and enjoying a chance to eat some food. But when you saw Roman’s suit hanging next to your options of dresses, you had a change of mind, and opted for something more… open. 

If there was anything that could get you riled up, it was Roman wearing any type of formal or business clothes. Especially in the most inconvenient of times. But it was unavoidable. The way that the cloth stretched around his muscles, leaving everything to your imagination. Neatly trimmed beard and recent haircut, brand new suit and dress shoes. You wished that you’d undressed and fucked him in those spare 15 minutes you two had before you left, but neither of you liked to be late. And now that you were sitting here in this booth next to him, your hunger for him had grown even more; If that were possible. 

You had him sit to the right of you, where the length of your dress was particularly shorter than the other side. “Baby….” Your hand laid on his, interlacing your fingers between his and moving from the table. His hands rubbed your soft exposed thigh, as you prompted him to, starting near your knee and inching ever so close to your panties. “I need you.”

“Right now?” His eyebrows raised in a mix of question and surprise. 

You nodded immediately. “Right fucking now.”

He looked around, seeing all of his coworkers and colleagues. Kissing his teeth, he looked at you with unsureness. “Hone-”

“Honeyy~ please, I can’t wait anymore.” You move his hands along the outline of the lace panties that wrapped around your hips. His hands applied more pressure, massaging your hips in a menacingly slow pace. “You look so fucking good Ro, I contemplated fucking you before we left the house tonight.“ He let out a tense sigh. He was holding himself back so much. But you didn't want him to hold back, you wanted him to lose all control, go completely feral. “Ma. my colleagues-” “Come closer, I can cover us.” He looked around once more, but you didn't care to see who was looking at you two. You grabbed his chin forcefully, demanding all of his attention. “Fuck them. Focus on me. Can you do that for me?” His eyes darken as you speak to him. He loves it when you are needy for him, so needy that you take matters into your own hands. When nothing else bothers you more than your need to be satisfied, and the fact that he has never failed once always adds gasoline to the fire. “You’re mine right now. You got all my attention. God- my panties are so soaked for you. Play with your pussy, daddy.” His breath hitched at your sentence and he went still for a second. You hand him hypnotized, captivated, and fanatical about you just from your words alone. “Mhm, that’s right, your pussy. Make this pussy come for you, baby.” He hummed lowly, closing his eyes and letting out another sigh. You were sure he was contemplating if this was something he should be thinking about doing around this many people. But your big doe eyes, enticing words, and small hand grabbing and holding his chin, made him respond with, “I don’t want to hear a sound come out of those lips, yeah?... Hmm, open those legs some more and let daddy touch his pussy.”

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[mjonthetrack]

MJ’s Master List 🐍

Hey babes, sorry for the wait on making

one of these Im still learning the platform

as I go. ☺️✨

Jey Uso:

1 Feenin:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

2 Starlit:

background info

1 2 3

3 Remember:

1 2 3 4 5

4 Orbit:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

5. Oath:

1 2 3 4 5

6. Rise:

1

Roman Reigns:

1 Bloom:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

14 15

2 Barrier:

1 2 3 4

3 Bat City:

1 2

Sefa:

1 Grown Up:

1 2 3 4 5

2 Diamond:

1 2 3 4 5

Jimmy:

1 Back Woods:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

15 16

Other Masterlists:

non wwe pt.1 :

more jey:

[miss-kuki-nz]

IMAGINE!

You're plus size, but they can easily pick you up and toss you around like nothing 🥵.

Gif credit to owners

[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.

[miss-kuki-nz]

My fellow plus size girlies, y'all have to read this emotional yet sexy Jey Uso fic 🥵🥵.

I recommend, I recommend!!!

Enough - Jey Uso x PlusSize!Reader

Author’s Note: I don’t advocate for ED. I believe all woman should love their own body.

babymammas: @spiicii @acknowledge-reigns @cheappop @love4brutality @fearlesschimera @maineventabbey @isabella-2025

Warnings: Muscle!Jey Uso supremacy 💪🏽, plus size!reader love 🍑, body insecurity & ED behavior (handled with care) 🥺, emotional hurt/comfort 🛐, possessive alpha vibes 🔥, praise kink 💬, public bathroom stall sex 🚽, light spanking 🖐🏽, thick thigh worship 🧎🏽‍♀️, creampie💦, “I bench 300” energy 😤, chubby tummy love 🫶🏽, crying during sex 😢, protective & soft dom Jey 🧸, “you mine” said 47 different ways 🗣️, reader cries from being wanted 💔➡️❤️, food as aftercare 🍽️, plus-size worship not skinny shaming ❤️‍🔥, overstimulation ⚡, love you so good you forget the scale 🧠, pussy juice soaked thighs 🧴, happy ending (literally and emotionally) 🛏️✨, room service post-sex king behavior 🛎️, never going hungry again 🍰

You’d never been the kind of girl that turned heads the moment you walked into a room—but Jey? From the moment he saw you, that man zeroed in like you were the only heartbeat in the building.

He was yours long before you ever said the words out loud. The connection was instant. You weren’t his usual type—he’d always been seen with small polished girls who moved like they were born on stage—but he’d chosen you.

He made to love you under the golden glow of a hotel bedroom light in Houston, whispered, “Ain’t nobody else, baby. Just you,” as he thrusted into. He showed you off proudly, even if others whispered. Even if you saw the looks.

With Jey, you felt safe. Cherished. Desired.

He always made sure you knew it.

From the way he pulled you into his lap in private, hands wandering like he couldn’t get enough of you, to the subtle things—like how he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk. How he’d drape his hoodie over you when you got cold on the road. How he always—always—fed you first.

He was sweet. Loud. Territorial. And yours.

Even when things got hectic with tour schedules, he’d kiss you before every flight and fucked you until you melted in his arms.

“Gotta make sure you know who you belong to,” he’d say, cocky grin and that low rumble in his voice that always made your knees weak.

Everything was fine.. until that day..

You had went to catering after a weigh in. It was just a harmless weigh-in just to “see where you’re at,” backstage while messing around with Liv and Rhea. You stepped on the scale and laughed off the blinking number.

255.

You’d said, “Damn, I’m solid as hell.”

They’d laughed with you. So had you.

But now, standing just outside, your laughter felt like a lie.

Because Jey was leaning in toward her. That girl. That skinny girl.

You didn’t even know her name—just that she wrestled on NXT for a bit, and had one of those bodies the internet wouldn’t shut up about. Small waist. Slim arms. Toned ass. Hair always done. Not a single stretch mark in sight. She looked like she floated when she walked.

And she was giggling. Her hand brushed his arm. Jey didn’t move away.

You froze. Your stomach had twisted. You weren’t stupid—Jey flirted sometimes, harmless and teasing. But this? This felt… intentional. His eyes dipped down as she talked, his smirk slow and familiar. The same smirk he gave you the first night he kissed your neck.

You turned before he could catch your expression and headed far away from there.

The locker room had felt like a cave when you stepped inside, quiet and echoing. You stripped down and changed into your travel clothes, the loose hoodie doing little to hide the way your thoughts wrapped around your body like a vice.

130. She was maybe 130.

You were a whole other person in comparison.

By the time Jey walked in, laughing to himself and calling your name, your heart had buried itself somewhere behind your ribs.

“You ready to roll out, mama?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He reached for your bag without asking and laced his fingers through yours on the way to the car. It made your chest tighten.

The hotel room smelled like his cologne and your perfume. Jey kicked off his sneakers, pulling his shirt off as he turned to you.

“C’mere,” he said low, a smirk on his lips. “You know I hate sleeping with all these clothes on.”

You hesitated. “I’m… tired, baby.”

His brow ticked, just slightly. “Oh. Aight. That’s fine.”

He slid under the covers with you anyway, curling his arm around your middle like always. It used to make you feel safe. Loved.

But tonight, your brain conjured the image of that girl in his arms—skinny, flawless, the kind of girl Jey was supposed to be with.

Your lip trembled.

And as he held you close, your heart continued to break, mourning a version of you that might have been enough.

—

The next morning, you skipped breakfast. Said your stomach was off from the flight. Jey didn’t question it—just kissed your forehead and said, “Feel better, a’ight?”

You smiled. Lied.

And then you skipped lunch.

The first few days weren’t done on purpose. Not really. You just… didn’t want to feel full. You traded plates for protein shakes. Chewed gum when you felt hungry. Your stomach growled like it hated you, but every time you thought of her—those skinny little arms, the way Jey had looked at her—it fueled you.

You’d weighed yourself again five days in.

247.

The number gave you a rush. A sick sense of control.

By the second week, you were living on caffeine and cucumbers. Jey didn’t notice at first—too busy with flights, matches, promos. You perfected your smile in the mirror, pulling your hoodie tighter to hide the way your clothes started fitting looser. You turned down food with a soft “I already ate.”

He believed you.

But the dizziness was getting harder to time. Your body was off, disoriented, and you felt like complete shit. But you still couldn’t stand the idea wanting him more than he wanted you.

By week three, you started blacking out in the gym. Just for a second—nothing dramatic. Just a brief moment of darkness behind your eyes while running. You ignored it. This is where you also told Liv and Rhea not to say anything to Jey.

The day you stepped on the scale and saw 235, your stomach flipped.

Progress. Proof. Maybe one day you’d be something worth holding on to.

You were dizzy when you got dressed. Your vision blurred just a little when you pulled your jeans over your hips. Still, when Jey knocked on the locker room door, grinning with a bag of takeout in hand, you smiled.

“Got your favorite, baby.”

You blinked, then said: “I’m not hungry.”

At first, he didn’t think much of it.

You were tired… again, you had added. Touring was rough. Travel made your stomach weird. He bought it, because hell—he got burnt out too sometimes.

But by day thirty-three, Jey was restless.

You were off. Not just your smile, or your sleep patterns, or how your curves weren’t filling out your leggings the way they used to—your face had slowly changed. Thinner. Fainter. Unnatural. And the moment you pulled away from his kiss that morning, flinching when his fingers touched your sides?

That’s when the instinct really kicked in.

You weren’t just tired.

You were hurting.

⸻

“Where we going?” you asked as you slid into the passenger seat that same day.

Jey was already gripping the wheel too tight. “Gym.”

You blinked. “I thought it was our day off.”

“You been there three times already this week, right?” he said calmly. “I figure one more couldn’t hurt.”

You stiffened. “You checking up on me?”

“Should I be?”

The question landed like a slap. You turned your face toward the window.

Jey didn’t say anything else. Not until after the gym—after you barely got through your usual reps, after he watched you nearly topple off the treadmill trying to hide how lightheaded you were.

He didn’t speak as he drove you back. Not until the elevator doors shut behind you both at the hotel.

“Mama, look at me.”

You kept your eyes down.

“Look at me.”

You met his gaze—and the worry in it made your throat close.

“You losing weight for you, or for somebody else?”

You stayed quiet.

“You think I ain’t noticed how you been skipping meals? How you ain’t looking right? How you keep duckin’ my touch like I ain’t your fuckin’ man?”

Tears stung your eyes.

“I saw the way you looked that night,” you whispered. “At her.”

Jey stared. “Who?”

“The NXT bitch at catering. The one with the perfect body. The one you were laughing with.”

His brows furrowed.

You looked away again. “She’s, what, 130 pounds? I was 255. Maybe more. And I saw how you—”

Jey didn’t let you finish.

He pushed you gently but firmly against the elevator wall. One palm flat beside your head. His Chanel cologne flooded the small space like wildfire.

“You think I give a fuck about a number?” he growled. “You think that little girl could take my dick the way you do?”

You gasped.

“You think she could touch me like you do? You think she could calm me down after a match? Take my stress, take my love, take my name?”

Your lip trembled.

Jey leaned closer, breath hot on your skin. “We gettin’ this twisted, mama. Real twisted. So now I’ma show you. Right now. Who the fuck you belong to.”

The elevator dinged.

But he didn’t wait to get to the room.

He took your hand and pulled you into the public family bathroom located down where the vending machines were. The door slammed shut behind you. He locked it.

You barely had time to gasp before he was backing you into the handicap stall, exhibiting dominance.

“Bathroom’s fine,” he muttered, mouth at your neck. “You need to be reminded right fuckin’ now. Take off the hoodie,” he said, voice low.

You hesitated.

“Mama.”

You peeled it off, breath catching. Your shirt underneath clung to your figure more than usual—everything was looser now, shapeless in places that used to hug snug.

Jey’s eyes dragged down your frame. He didn’t say anything at first.

Then his jaw clenched.

“You really been starvin’ yourself?”

You swallowed. “I just… needed to feel better. About myself.”

He stepped closer. “You my world. Ain’t no part of you I ain’t already claimed.”

You looked away, but his fingers came under your chin, tilting your face back up.

“You ain’t gotta earn me,” he whispered. “You already got me.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

Then Jey pressed his forehead to yours.

“I know I fucked up,” he murmured. “I know what it looked like. But I swear on everything—I ain’t touched nobody but you. My heart been with you for months. And you wanna take that away from yourself ‘cause some lil thing brushed my arm?”

Tears welled again. “I didn’t know what to think.”

“I’m your man. You ask me.”

“I was scared,” you whispered. “That you’d… want something different.”

Jey growled low in his throat. Not angry at you—but angry at the thought of you suffering in silence. Of you carrying this alone.

Then his hands found your waist.

“Don’t you ever think I’d trade you for somebody smaller, weaker, softer. You mine. All of you. Even the parts you don’t love yet.”

He kissed you then—slow, hot, mouth hungry but not rushing. You melted. Your fingers tangled in his hair. His grip tightened on your hips.

“I’m ‘bout to show you how much I want you,” he breathed into your mouth.

“And I ain’t leavin’ this stall till you believe it.”

Jey kissed you again—deeper this time, more desperate—hands exploring like he’d been starving for weeks. Your back hit the cold metal wall and you gasped, but Jey was already on his knees, dragging your leggings down in one fluid motion, eyes locked on what he wanted most.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “This fat pussy… been mine from the start.”

He was HUNGRY… and you were the prized meal.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss just above your clothed pussy, then tugged your panties down with a quiet, sinful groan.

“You been hidin’ this from me?” he asked, staring up at you from between your thighs like you were divine. “Starvin’ it? Baby, this is sacred.”

Before you could speak, his palm came down in a firm—but not cruel—spank on your ass.

You yelped. The sound bounced off the tile. Your knees buckled.

He chuckled darkly. “There she go.”

Then, with purpose, Jey hooked one of your thighs over his broad shoulder—your leg stretching high, your foot pressed against the cold wall for balance.

He kissed the crease where your thigh met your sacred place. Then again. And again.

“Every inch,” he murmured, dragging his nose along your skin, “is mine.”

His tongue licked a stripe through your pretty folds and you nearly choked on your moan. His beard scratched your inner thighs as he devoured you like a man undone.

You tried to move—overwhelmed—but he tightened his grip and growled, “Uh uh. You gon’ take it. You gon’ feel how much I missed this.”

He lapped at your pussy, slow at first, savoring the taste—your heat peeking through, arousal growing stronger.

“Yeah… you lookin’ like you want it now.”

He sucked your clit into his mouth and your eyes rolled back. Your big thigh trembled over his shoulder. He loved it.

“Don’t you ever shrink for me again, you hear?” he growled against your pussy. “I want everything you got. Always have.”

And then he went in completely, tongue fucking, lips messy, fingers spreading you open so he could bury himself deeper, groaning like you were his only meal on earth.

Your moans bounced off the tile walls, raw and breathless. Jey didn’t slow down—not even when your leg trembled hard over his shoulder, not even when your fingers dug into his scalp like you were holding on for dear life.

He groaned into your pussy, the sound vibrating through you. Loving the way your body reacted to him. Needy. Dripping. Desperate.

“You love this shit, huh?” he murmured, licking a slow, wet circle around your clit. “Ain’t nothin’ you love more than gettin’ fucked and creampied..”

You gasped, hips jolting forward.

“But if you had your way…” he paused to press a filthy kiss to your inner thigh, then looked up at you, eyes dark and hazy, “you’d have me on my knees every day, eatin’ this fat pussy till I couldn’t breathe.”

You whimpered.

He grinned, lips wet, grill gleaming, beard shining. “Yeah, I know. This sweet ass pussy…” He flattened his tongue and dragged it slow. “Got me addicted. Got me starvin’.”

He dipped his tongue inside you again—deeper, hungrier. His nose bumped your clit with every thrust of his tongue, every messy suck, and the tension in your gut wound tighter and tighter until your vision blurred.

Jey reached up and cupped your belly with one hand. Held it like it was his. Squeezed it gently.

“I love all this,” he groaned. “Love watchin’ it jiggle when you ride me. Love holdin’ it while I fill you up. Don’t you ever fuckin’ starve again.”

Your orgasm hit you fast—shaking, uncontrollable, your moan sharp as you flooded his tongue. Your thigh clamped around his head, and he moaned like it turned him on more than anything he’d ever tasted.

He didn’t stop.

Not even when your body twitched in overstimulation. Not even when you whispered his name at each thrust of his tongue.

And when you came… shit when you came… it only drove Jey more to prove where his heart truly resided..

You were still catching your breath when he stood, juices coating his chin, his lips swollen from worship.

He leaned in and kissed you hard—tongue tasting your own sweetness, hand gripping your ass like he’d never let go.

Then his hands slid under both thighs.

You tensed. “No—don’t. Just bend me over, it’s okay.”

His brow lifted. “No, baby. I want you up.”

You shook your head, breath shaky. “Jey, I’m too—”

“Too what?”

You hesitated.

“Too fat..” you whispered.

He paused, then laughed—dark and low—before he kissed your neck.

“Baby…” he murmured against your skin. “You forget?”

You blinked. “Forget what?”

He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, his grin slow and cocky.

“I been workin’ with Bron and Rhea lately. Lifting heavy. You know what I bench now?”

You shook your head, breath caught in your throat.

“Three hundred.”

Your eyes widened.

Before you could protest again, he lifted you—effortlessly. Like you weighed nothing. Like your thighs weren’t thick and trembling. Like your ass wasn’t soft and full in his hands.

You gasped, arms flying around his shoulders. “Jey—”

“Shhh,” he whispered, cock pressed right at your entrance. “You feel that?”

You nodded, barely able to speak.

“That’s all yours. That’s your man about to take his pussy.”

And with one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside you.

You cried out, head falling back against the stall wall as he filled you—plentiful, deep, asserting every inch like he’d been waiting weeks to do it.

“Fuuuck,” Jey groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “This pussy knew I was comin’ back. So damn tight.”

You whimpered as he rolled his hips, hard and deep.

“You hear that?” he growled. “Hear how wet you are for me? How your pussy suckin’ me in?”

Your walls clenched around him.

“That’s right,” he whispered, kissing your lips, your cheeks, your jaw. “This pussy ain’t just mine. It missed me.”

Then he started thrusting in earnest—punishing strokes. Each one, even though you couldn’t believe it, deeper than the last.

“Say it,” he groaned. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“Y-you,” you gasped. “Baby, it’s yours.”

He kissed you again, moaning into your mouth. “Damn right.”

It went out long enough for you to get the hint that you were quite literally his in every way shape and form. You were still trembling—lips swollen, body coated with sweat and arousal—when Jey pulled out slow, breathing hard.

But his cock was still hard. Still throbbing.

He looked at you like a man starved. “We ain’t done.”

Your heart stuttered. “Jey—”

He turned you around gently, pressing your front to the cold stall door. You gasped at the contrast, skin tingling. Then he slid his hand between your legs, brushing your soaked folds, spreading your pussy, the tiny hole immediately started shrinking as it pulsated.

“Still so wet for me,” he murmured. “Still open. Still mine.”

You moaned into your arm as he pressed back in—one slow, deep stroke that knocked the breath right out of you. This time was different. Less teasing. More need.

He gripped your hips tight, angling you just right, and started moving. No showmanship. No talk.

Just fucking.

Your fingers clawed the metal wall, your forehead resting against the door as he pumped into you—unhurried at first, then harder, more intentional. The slap of skin filled the stall again, this time louder, wetter. Filthier.

You looked back at him once, and the look on his face—pure hunger, worship, possession—nearly undid you.

“You feel that?” he growled, pace quickening. “You feel how deep I get?”

You nodded, gasping.

“You think skinny could take all this dick?” he snarled. “Nah. Only you. Only this beautiful woman that I love so fuckin’ much.”

Your orgasm started climbing—faster this time. The pressure building right behind your navel, your toes curling in your sneakers.

“Jey—” you cried. “I’m—I can’t—”

“You will. Cum with me,” he groaned, voice breaking. “Cum with me, mama. Let me fill you up.”

Your body obeyed. Everything tightened, clenched, burned as the orgasm ripped through you like wildfire—and Jey followed instantly, hips snapping deep, cock twitching as he came with an animalistic groan that said my pussy.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, holding you as close as he could. “There it is. That’s my baby. That’s mine.”

You could feel it—the gooey sensation , the release, his cum flooding your body.

For a moment, the world stopped.

No thoughts. Just your man. His breath against your shoulder. The subtle essence of his body as he rested his forehead on your back, still buried deep.

Then, with a kiss to your shoulder, he pulled out gently.

You whimpered at the loss.

He helped you turn and kissed you one last time, more compassionate. The kind of kiss that stitched everything broken inside you back together.

Then he leaned his forehead to yours, grinning a little as he caught his breath.

“Now…” he whispered, brushing your hair from your face, “let’s go get some room service.”

You blinked.

He kissed the tip of your nose.

“From now on the only things you gonna be is Spoiled. Stuffed and Loved.”

You laughed—quiet and full of emotions.

And when he helped you fix your clothes, still weak-kneed and sticky between your thighs, you felt something you hadn’t felt in weeks:

Enough.

[sushi-enthusiast]

Come get your Subby König!!

This is a König x reader(ish) fic

Inspired by a comment from @prettygirleevee on a previous work (thank you sm!!)

Pure smut

18+ MDNI I’LL TELL YOUR MOM ON YOU (no age = blocked)

CW: fem reader, headlocks, choking, handjobs, sub!König, pathetic!König (kinda), dom!reader, under negotiationed kink (please don’t do this irl), implied plus-size reader. Let me know if I missed anything

Masterlist

König wasn’t sure how this had started, maybe it had been the adrenaline from a rough operation, stress from adult life, or the sheer fact that his wife was the most beautiful, capable, and strong woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. He knew that she was strong, her plush arms hiding the muscle beneath, muscle she was currently showing him. Play fighting had quickly turned into half a WWE match and now—despite being a trained killing machine— König had his wife’s entire arm wrapped around his neck tight, not to mention the legs she’d wrapped around his torso in what felt like the world’s tightest, hottest hug. As she squeezed, goading him, König felt his head go light. A little from the lack of oxygen but mostly from the flow of blood rushing away from his brain and towards his cock, which was now straining in the loose sweats he’d thrown on after arriving home.

His voice came off in a pleading whisper, not the thunderous boom he usually had, but a higher pitched cry “bitte!” This caused his wife to loosen her grip, which was the furthest thing from what he wanted. He let out a whine and pushed her arm back, eliciting a chuckle from his wife “ohh I see, you want more huh baby?” She tensed up her arm again as she reached her free hand down and towards the growing tent in Köing’s pants, stroking it through the thin fabric. König let out a shaky groan as he bucked his hips up into his wife’s touch, unintentionally furthering the restriction on his neck for a moment. After a few minutes of teasing and causing the large man to squirm, she slipped her hand under the waistband and began slowly stroking his thick cock. König began to pant, his warm breath losing its usual steady pace as he fell further into the pleasure being offered by his wife. She added a little more pressure as she stroked his cock, going from light teasing to tight stimulation as the tip of his cock began to peak through the sensitive layer of skin, moving back and forth ever so slightly as she continued her steady ministrations. Occasionally, she changed pace and removed her hand from his now weeping cock to ghost her nails along the shaft and swirl around his tip, dipping a little past the excess skin to tease the slit of the head before going back to fisting his member.

Normally, König had stamina, even as he was pounding into his wife, looking into her sparkling eyes and watching her breasts shake with his thrusts, he could hold out, wait until she had finished. But now? The way she had expertly teased his cock, driving him up the wall, how she’d managed to use the perfect amount of pressure as she moved her hand up and down his shaft, and the way the strong arm wrapped around his neck offered only enough oxygen to keep him from passing out entirely? König could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, a the knot that had been building in his core was threatening to unravel at a rapidly rising rate. A high pitched whimper escaped König as he bucked up into his wife’s palm desperately. Hearing his cries, she increased the pace, providing him with a bit more relief before König let out a deep groan. His seed spilled over her still-clasped palm and onto his abdomen, creating a Pollock-esque splash of fluid to be cleaned in a few moments, after he thanked his wife profusely, his voice still high as she released her hold on him and kissed the back of his neck.

Slowly, she weaseled out from under König and picked up a towel, wiping his abdomen down and placing a few gentle kisses on his flushed cheeks and angular nose. By now, König was exhausted and had leaned back onto the plush pillows. As he regained some of his composure, his wife slid beside him, facing him as she placed an arm over his waist and whispered “you did so good my love, are you okay?” In response König let out a pleased hum and wrapped his own arms around her as he pulled her closer and buried his head into the crook of her neck.

[madhatterbri]

Secret Santa | A.S.

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

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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.

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Smut prompt request #21 with Roman Reigns x Plus size reader, can you please use his real name, Joe 🥰.

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Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Use of his real name, Joe. Anal sex. Use of a dildo.

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#21: “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

"Baby, I am tired." Joe groaned as he collapsed onto the couch, putting his feet on my coffee table before he saw me glaring at him.

He sheepishly took his feet off and placed them on the floor.

"You said that this morning, and you slept all day. Joe, I need you." I emphasized the word need.

"We can do it in the morning. I swear. You know how I am now with traveling to different time zones."

I knew how he was, and usually I would care, but not today. Not when I have been craving his body ever since he left a few weeks ago.

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then." I knew I was acting like a brat, but I didn't care. Not when I am so turned on right now, and my own man isn't willing to help me.

I got to our bedroom, pulling off my shirt and throwing it to the side, pushing down my panties as I got to my side of the bed, pulling open my drawer and taking out the mold of Joe's cock he got me for my birthday last year.

I got on the bed, spreading my legs, and just as I was about to push the tip in, Joe appeared at the door.

"Do not touch what is mine sweetheart. You know the rules."

I wanted to say fuck the rules. His stupid rule of when he is home I can't touch myself because he is home to take care of my every single need.

"Yes." I pushed the tip in, and I watched his eyes narrow as I disobeyed him. "But you are also supposed to take care of my every need, and that includes fucking me." I gasped at how full I feel.

"You know what happens when you break this rule love?" Joe asked me as he walked into our bedroom, taking off his shirt.

My mouth watered at his chest, but I nodded my yes to his question.

"Hands, knees, now. Get that plump ass up."

I did as he asked, squealing as he slapped my ass.

He reached into his bedside drawer, and pulled out the lube.

"Not be a good girl, and stay right there. Don't make me chase you like I did last time." My mind went back to that. I could hardly sit the next day, but fuck, it was worth it.

Joe placed his lubed up fingers against my puckered asshole, and pushed in, getting ready for me to take him.

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Joe had me on my back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked my ass. He was thrusting the dildo in and out of my pussy, and I can hardly breathe with how full I feel.

My eyes are rolled back into my head as I gripped his biceps with my hands. Nonsense flowing from my mouth as he became cock drunk on Joe and Joe alone.

"This is all you needed huh? Needed to be stuffed full with my cock. Maybe get another one made, and stuff both your ass and your pussy as I fuck your throat. Bet you would like that."

"Please Joe." I cried out, as I thought about that.

Joe fucked me until I swear I was going to pass out from how many orgasms he has given me.

I thought he was gonna go on forever until he stilled, groaning low in his throat as he came in my ass.

He gripped the soft fat of my belly and hips and held on as he came so much, it was spilling out around his cock and onto our bed.

Joe pulled out of my ass, pulling the dildo out of my pussy and I whined at the loss of feeling so full.

"Always such a pretty sight when my cum drips out of you."

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Party of Three

Roman Reigns X Solo Sikoa X Sequoia (OC)

Warning: 18+ Smut, cussing, unprotected s*x, mention of the N word, Threesome, Oral (woman giving and receiving), cum swallowing, creampie

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic in 15 years. I used to write them in HS.I'm nervous posting, but I'm just doing it. The bloodline and reading y’all fanfics inspired me. I hope y’all enjoy. If you have any tips, please let me know.

For two hours, I lingered at the hotel bar, numbing my boredom and disappointment with margaritas and tequila shots. Another work party, I had to fake a smile and pretend to give a fuck about my colleagues, especially since I didn't get the promotion I was overqualified for. At this point in the evening, the drinks were catching up with me. The bright lights of the bar, the black-and-gold wallpaper, and the feel of the black marble bar top had me feeling grown and sexy in my strapless black cocktail dress adorned with rhinestones, complemented by matching black strappy heels and a full 4C black fro.

As my finger twirled the rim of my margarita glass, I scanned the bar and locked eyes with a gorgeous Samoan man in a tailored grey and black Gucci suit. I shyly smirked and raised my hand to wave at him. He walked over, the black loafers clicking on the hardwood floor, and joined me on the bar stool next to me.

"Hello, gorgeous. What's your name?" he asked in a deep, sultry voice.

"Sequoia," I replied shyly.

"Pretty name for a pretty lady. My name is Roman. What brings you here?"

"Eh, just a work thing. What brings a sexy man like you here in that great suit?" I asked.

"Thank you. My cousin got married," he responded as he blushed.

As I enjoyed small talk with this beautiful man, I started to notice details about him: his salt-and-pepper wavy hair styled in a bun, a luscious beard to match, a chiseled jaw, and a smile that could light up the night.

While we enjoyed each other's company, a bearish-built Samoan man in black slacks, a turtleneck, a black suit jacket, and gold Cuban link jewelry with a black-and-blonde low-cut mohawk approached us.

"Sorry for interrupting—" I barely caught what he was saying after that because his scent was mesmerizing.

A good-smelling man is everything to me, and he was wearing Jimmy Choo Man Intense. The hints of floral and lavender had me squeezing my thick thighs together as I grinned. I noticed Roman watching my response to mysterious man.

"So, I have to tend to something with my cousin, I would love it if we could meet up later." Roman says

The mysterious man extended his hand to shake mine, offering a soft grip and a nod. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Solo."

"Nice to meet you too, Solo. I'm Sequoia." He smiles and nods at me. Roman and I exchanged phone numbers, he paid for my drinks, and then they disappeared from the bar.

I wobble up to my two-bedroom suite on the 10th floor. Upon entering, I’m greeted by the sight of a sleek black table centered in the main room, with fresh flowers in a gray vase that add a touch of elegance. I set down my black Coach purse and phone before heading to the shower. After drying off, I apply deodorant, smooth on body cream, spritz on some Valentino perfume, and slip into my silk black robe, layering it over a white tank top and black lace boy shorts. To complete the look, I slide on fuzzy black slippers, feeling both luxurious and relaxed.

 As I sat on the balcony, enjoying the summer breeze and the soothing sounds of the ocean, I couldn't get my mind off those two big Samoan men I had met earlier and how I wouldn’t mind enjoying both of their company tonight. That must be the tequila talking, as I’ve never had thoughts like these before.

After about an hour, my phone lit up with a text from Roman asking if I was still at the bar. I was so excited to hear from him! I replied I wasn’t, and he asked if he could come up to my room and hang out. I quickly replied yes, and within 15 minutes, he was knocking at my door.

I let my robe hang off my right shoulder to casually reveal my white tank top and hard nipples. I opened the door, and there he stood. "Hey Sequoia, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm much better now," I replied, scanning his body as he towered over me. He had brought a bottle of Patron tequila, a Walmart grocery bag, and had changed into a gray Nike Dri-FIT T-shirt that hugged his bulging muscles, along with gray sweats that outlined his other bulge.I moved out of the doorway to invite him in. As he entered, I noticed his scent of YSL—a manly woody fragrance that immediately caught my nose and turned me on.

"So you're the reason I couldn't book this suite," he joked.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't pass up the view," I replied, laughing. We both settled onto the black leather couch in the front room, and he pulled some shot glasses from his bag. "You done drinking for the night?" he asked, raising the shot glasses.

 "Hell no," I replied, grinning.

 As I downed the shots, all I could think about was how I wanted this man to dominate , and slut me out all over this suite, and I wouldn't mind if his cousin was there helping too. After about five shots, the conversation turned personal. He began asking about my love life and the last time I had sex. The tequila had me spilling my guts about my ex and my last sexual experience.

"My ex was a fuck nigga who cheated on me, but he wasn't the last time I had sex. I had a friend I used to see between boyfriends, and we had fun, but that was three months ago. It wasn't that good; he finished quickly, he didn't want to help me finish, so I kicked him out."

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that," he said sympathetically.

"Enough about me—what about you?" I asked him.

"I just broke up with my girlfriend three weeks ago because we weren't sexually compatible."

"Please elaborate," I urged, pouring another shot.

"Well, I like to dominate women in the bedroom, she didn’t share that preference further along in our relationship."

"What are some of the things you like?" I asked, intrigued.

"I like to tie them up, swat them with whatever’s handy or my hand, and I really enjoy edging. That really turns me on. Do you know what that is?" he inquired.

"Yes, I do. I've never tried it before, but it sounds frustrating," I said with a nervous laugh.

"If you give it a try, you'll find it greatly enhances your climax experience," he said to me.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. Did you handle everything with your cousin Solo?"

"Yeah, we did. He's down at the bar getting drunk right now. Is it cool if he comes up here with us?"

"Yes!" I replied excitedly. Roman made the call, and within five minutes, there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door to find Solo in a red Nike tech suit and the Cuban link chain. He smelled amazing; it instantly got me excited.

"Hey Sequoia, nice to see you again," he said in a sultry voice as I allowed him to enter the room. He and Roman exchanged a dap before Solo took a seat on the couch while I sat at the table.

"We were just drinking and talking about sex." Roman explains.

"Well, pour me a double shot because this sounds fun!"

"She hasn't had sex in three months, man!" He blurts out to Solo.

"Awww, no, that's not good," Solo replies.

"I know, but it’s not that bad.  I might need that double for my trouble," I blurt out not knowing it left my lips.

Their eyes light up with excitement, and Roman asks, "Are you serious? Have you done something like this before...having two men at the same time?" At this point with this Tequila in me, I'm ready for whatever.

"Yes, I'm serious, and no, I haven't. But I'm willing to try anything once, and what better way than with you two gorgeous men?"

"We'll make you very comfortable, baby," Solo replies to me.

Roman takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed and sits me on the freshly washed, soft white sheets while Solo grabs a chair from the front room and positions it toward the bed. Roman begins opening my robe and exposing my hard nipples through my tank top and boy shorts, which are snug against my thighs.

"She’s beautiful, isn’t she?" Roman asks Solo, caressing my face with his hand.

"Hell yeah, Uce," Solo replies in a deep tone.

Roman removes my robe, then my tank top, rubbing my breasts gently. His hands move lower to my panties, and he pushes me onto my back, lifting my legs to remove my boy shorts. He drops to his knees and buries his head between my legs, beginning to taste me. He lifts his head, grinning, and says, "She tastes good too, Uce!" As he rolls his tongue over my clit, I feel a surge of heat spreading through my body. Before I know it, I feel my breasts being grabbed and sucked on, and when I open my eyes, it's Solo.

Looking down at these two men pleasuring me simultaneously sends a rush of ecstasy coursing through me. Roman is now sucking on my core while Solo takes one nipple in his mouth and plays with the other between his fingers. With three points of pleasure stimulating me at once, I can feel the tension building inside me as I begin to tremble and shake.

Sensing the vibration of my body, they lock in their movements, working in harmony to bring me closer to release. Suddenly, I feel like I'm losing control—my heart races, and my breaths turn shallow. "I'm about to cu—" I moan, but before I can hit my peak, Roman pulls his mouth away from my dripping center and says, "Not yet, baby."

I let out a whimper, and Roman sits up, his beard soaked with my juices. He looks up at me and smiles before pulling me in for a kiss. Behind me, Solo rubs my back and plants soft kisses along my skin.

"Are you ready to serve us like a good girl?" Roman asks. I nod, locking eyes with him as he towers over me. The combination of their colognes and the faint scent of the ocean air envelops me, making me willing to do anything to please these men.

Roman grabs my hand, stands me up, and turns me around for Solo to admire. He runs his hands from my thick thighs to my wet pussy, squeezes my belly, and cups my 44DD breasts, beginning to jiggle them. Solo's dark eyes observe me with a mix of desire and appreciation.

Roman then wraps his hand around my throat and asks, "Are you ready for us to have our way with you?" I let out a faint "yes," and Roman grins. Solo stands up, and he and Roman start to strip off all their clothes. They stand before me, their bodies adorned with tribal tattoos—Solo's covering his full chest and arms, and Roman's ink etched across his right arm and pec. Solo is stocky, with a thick, girthy 7-inch brown dick. Roman is muscular, his 8-inch dick prominent, veined, and looking eager for me. I am in awe of these sexy, bare men in front of me, and all I want is to be used by and please them.

Solo slides onto the bed, his back against the headboard, and I position myself between his legs. Roman slides behind me, pressing his long fingers into my voluptuous waist.I start to kiss Solo's pretty brown tip, and then I stretch my mouth wide enough to take all of Solo in. I'm feeling my body tense as Roman thrusts his 8-inch dick into me. My pussy grips him tightly the deeper he goes inside. He lets out animalistic grunts, speaking to me, "Look at you being stuffed both ways. You're so beautiful in this moment, taking both of us. Look at you creaming on my dick, such a good girl."

The moans from both men are loud as Solo fills my mouth. Roman goes deeper, and they start to move in rhythm. As I am tugged back and forth, the faint sounds of the ocean mix with Roman's aggressive grunts and Solo's deep moans. My gargling throat struggles around Solo's manhood while the slapping of Roman's balls against my clit, along with his hand on my ass, drives me crazy. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I am filled in two of my holes. Roman's large brown hand slaps against my ass, the sting sending waves of arousal through me, and I feel myself on the verge of exploding. I start to feel lightheaded, struggling to breathe with Solo's thick 7-inch member taking up space in my throat. "I promise I will let you cum this time if you make us cum," he says, pumping deep inside me. I nod my head, my throat too occupied for words. Solo runs his fingers through my 4C fro, placing a grip on it and increasing the pace of my head bobbing, signaling that he's getting close.

I'm trying to stay focused on Solo, but Roman digs his nails deep into my waist and quickens his thrusts inside me. Suddenly, Solo lets out a whine and holds my head still while his cum coats my throat. I swallow his hot, mixture of salty sweetness and redirect my attention to Roman. I begin to take control, throwing my ass back against him, showing that I can handle each pound he's giving me. He takes it as a challenge. "You think you can take me, huh?" he growls.

In an instant, he flips me over, dragging me to the end of the bed. He lifts my legs onto his shoulders and shoves his dick back inside me. "Solo, pin her arms down; I don't want her running from me." Solo grabs my hands, and Roman wraps his hand around my throat. "Damn, baby, you’re so damn sexy like this," he moans, a sound that makes me wetter.

The smacking sounds of his manhood slamming into me intensify as he hits my G-spot, creating an overwhelming sensation throughout my body. "Tell me how bad you want my cum, baby," he asks, shortening and quickening his strokes. "I NEED YOUR CUM, DADDY, PLEASE!" I scream out. He releases his hand from my throat, and at that moment, Solo begins to suck on my breasts, causing my body to shake uncontrollably from the combined sensations of Roman's dick and Solo's tongue flicking on my nipples.

"I'm cumming," I cry out while my body is convulsing. While I come down from that intense release, Solo begins stroking my face and says, "Good girl." Shortly after, Roman lets out a huge grunt and says while pinning me down, "Stay right there, stay right there." He slows his rhythm while sliding in and out of me, letting out a loud moan. I look down and see that his dick is coated with my juices and his cum. Once he fills me up, he grabs my face and says, "You did good, baby."

I lie back, trying to lower my heart rate and rest my body. After about 15 minutes, I get back up, robe on, ready for another shower, and Roman and Solo are fully dressed again.

"Did you want us to stick around?" Solo asks.

"Nah, baby, I won’t hold you. I have an early day, so I need to sleep," I reply.

"Okay, we definitely wouldn’t be sleeping tonight if we stay," he says to me.

I walk them to the door, and Roman turns and says, "If you want to have fun again, don’t hesitate to call, baby." He and Solo kiss me on the cheek and leave. I close the door with a smile and head for the shower.

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O7

Pensacola,Fl

Jey stood over the woman’s bed, he looked at the alarm clock by her bedside. He clenched his jaw as his fingers gently stroking her curls, “I’m sorry ma, it’s just a one time thing.” He adjusted his outfit wearing an all black tracksuit and black forces. He tucked a glock into his waistband, stepping out of the room he made sure her sisters were all asleep as well. He made his way out of the home having swiped a spare key that was in a kitchen drawer. Jey stepped into an Escalade that Roman had sent for him. It was a quick drive to the inner warehouse where he’d gone in to meet with his cousin. In the back room his cousin stood with a blank expression,”you came, congratulations uce, say goodbye to the poverty line.”

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Jey found himself in a gas station three cities over, he had an earpiece and plain street clothes on. His target was some white male, who was a trucker and that was the only information Roman gave him, just get in, find him and delete the target. Jey wandered into the gas station, he ignored the greeting of the clerks, he browsed the isles though his eyes shifted around the store. “Your target is heavy set, white, with a beard, be sure you’re unseen,” the voice of his cousin was strong in his ear. Jey hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes sifting through the mini mart. When his eyes locked in on a larger male walking in to the store greeting the clerks and sauntering over to the drink area.

Jey followed him, he made himself a coffee to play of his motives. He stalked the man’s every move quite a few minutes before he noticed. The white man muttered something to him catching Jey’s attention as he asked him to repeat himself. The man chuckled,”I said how’s the coffee here? I always get water or Mountain Dew when I come this way.” Jey shrugged taking a sip from the cup,”it’s my first time,” he muttered plainly. The target only nodded his head in acknowledgment, then turned moving to the bathroom which was outside of the mart. Jey paced a little behind the man, then went inside the three stall bathroom. He heard radio silence from his cousin making him roll his eyes, it’s not that he needed help killing he’d done plenty of stealth operations in the marines. Jey slipped into the stall beside the one the man occupied, he clicked on his silencer, then moved to stand positioning himself to hover over the wall separator to the one beside him. Jey clicked the safety off his glock and shot downwards blowing the man’s head open.

Jey moved quickly collecting the bullet without grimacing blood wasn’t new to him. He waited for another person to come in and left his stall, then stood washing his hands until another person came in going in the stall he left covering the evidence of him entering the stall or leaving it. Jey left out the bathroom after counting to thirty, the time span of seconds that Roman insured the cameras would be down. He left the scene on a bike. Jey flew down the streets, making sharp turns with ease, he’d parked the bike in the back of the building. He wandered into the underground area where the back rooms were.

Roman stood tall flexing his arms over his chest,”not bad,next time you don’t speak to them at all, understood?” Jey nodded his head with a blank expression,”understood.” He moved to follow his older cousin who led him to his own office,”this is a commitment that you don’t get to quit, you hit your first target, that was an easy bone tossed for you, the rest will put you and anyone connected to you at risk.” Jey’s mind flashed to images of Marcella though his face remained stony, “when does it hit?” Roman chuckled grinning,”1.2 million will be deposited in the offshore account, you’ll be a rich man come morning, don’t fuck this up.”

Jey couldn’t help but let the look of surprise wash over his features not expecting the amount,”Aight, I got you uce, for the bloodline.” Roman dapped him up patting his shoulder,”the bloodline.” The two cousins separated as Jey went out the way he came, the same Escalade was waiting and led him back to the townhouse. He checked his watch, it was five am and the sky was starting to shift in color. He took a deep breath letting it out shakily as he helped himself into the home with the key. Easing his way to the kitchen he’d put the clothes he had on in the full garbage bag in the cabinet. He moved about swiftly taking it to the bin and pulling it to its designated spot. Jey came back in, he felt his heart racing, this was it.

He jogged up the stairs checking to make sure the sisters were all asleep, they were. Jey moved to Marcella’s room a small smile tugged on his lips when he heard her soft snores. He shuffled into the air mattress she set up by the bottom of her bed. Jey cussed getting up quickly and rushing to her en-suite bathroom showering off the blood that had been on him, then cleaned the shower. He moved fast, then was in the bed in just his boxers as daylight broke. His eyes fell shut with tiredness just as hers began to flutter open for her normal sleep schedule.

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Marcella smiled softly seeing the man out cold on the bed she’d made up for him. Her heart sped up seeing his handsome face and slightly damp hair, he felt safe enough to shower and that made her smile. Marcella crouched down, she stroked his curls free from his forehead, her breath caught in her throat when he stirred by her touch. She snatched her hand away so he wouldn’t catch her, though her eyes wandered to his bare chest and tattoos. Marcella groaned feeling her attraction to him rise, she couldn’t like the man she was helping, it surely was a boundary error, not wanting to create a weird savior complex she paced out of the room.

Marcella showered, thanking the fact he was courteous enough to clean after himself. She emptied out her bathroom trash planning to fill the large bag in the kitchen pantry. When she went downstairs and into the kitchen she saw it had been already taken out. Marcella frowned, she didn’t want him to think he owed her servitude though she appreciated the effort. She jogged down her front steps shoving her trash in the bin, turning and going back into the townhouse she moved swiftly about washing her hands and prepping the kitchen to make a big breakfast for everyone, planning on explaining the man’s presence to her sisters then.

Marcella couldn’t help but feel worried for the man upstairs, he had a good heart and she knew he wouldn’t be caught up in any bad news if it hadn’t been for his need for security. She felt herself settle in the process of cooking, her brain easing when she considered the alternative to the streets she offered him. Sure she would’ve loved to offer him his own space but the three sisters took up the bedrooms. She didn’t want him sleeping on anymore uncomfortable chairs or benches as he’d mentioned so she set him up a comfy alternative in her room, letting him use her space and bathroom. She knew she’d have to prove the space as a safe haven for him, figuring it would be a while for him to adjust to that negative situation and knowing he wouldn’t have to involve himself in fights anymore, not for food and not for a roof over his head. Marcella had already decided on picking up a few more shifts to ensure he would not have to worry about the extra mouth to feed.

[miss-kuki-nz]

Imagine being the ring announcer for Friday Night Smackdown and Joe flirts with you every chance he gets.

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Author's Note: Happy New Year everybody! This imagine goes out to all my fellow plus-size WWE girlies. ❤

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