#zelina vega imagine

[south-of-heaven]

Hi, i was wondering if i could request a Zelina Vega x Aleister Black x young daughter reader please Maybe about how both her parents are in different companies and maybe she gets tired of going back and forth?

Miss you || Zelina Vega x Daughter!Reader x Malakai Black

Summary: You miss Malakai while you're on the road with Zelina.

A/N: I was having major issues with deciding wether to use Malakai or Aleister but using the name Aleister felt weird since he's in AEW for this so I ended up going with Malakai. Please help me decide wether to pick the name based on the events or the fic or if I should just decide on one and always use it.

As the car rolls along the highway towards SmackDown, you find yourself lost in a sea of emotions. The absence of your father, Malakai, weighs heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over what should have been an exciting journey with Zelina.

You lean against the window, watching the world pass by in a blur of colors and shapes. Your mind wanders to Malakai, his quiet strength and unwavering love a constant source of comfort in times of uncertainty. You long for the familiar sound of his voice, the warmth of his embrace, and the sense of security that only he can provide.

Zelina glances over at you, her brow furrowed with concern. She can sense the sadness that lingers in the air, the weight of your longing palpable even in the silence of the car. Her heart aches at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks, and she yearns to find a way to ease your pain.

"Hey, sweetheart," she says gently, reaching out to grasp your hand in hers. "I know it's hard being away from your dad. But remember, you'll see him next week. And until then, we can always give him a call to say hi."

Her words offer a glimmer of solace amidst the storm of your emotions. You nod, grateful for her suggestion. Zelina reaches for her phone to dial Malakai's number. The sound of his voice on the other end of the line brings a rush of relief, his soothing words a balm to your wounded spirit.

As you chat with Malakai, the weight of your sadness begins to lift, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection that transcends the distance between you. Zelina watches with a soft smile, her heart swelling with love for her precious daughter.

In moments like these, it's easy to forget the miles that separate you from Malakai. For even in the midst of separation, the bond that binds your family together remains unbreakable, a testament to the power of love to overcome any obstacle.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Santos Escobar x Reader

Summary: You make a surprise return interrupting the LWO. Things take a turn for the worse.

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Standing in gorilla watching the LWO cut their promo, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see my dad Carlito.

"You ready for this mi hija?"

I look up at him smiling and shake my head yes.

"Yes dad. I am ready."

"Alright! See you out there!"

His music hits and he walks out to the ring. He calls out Santos for leaving the brass knuckles on the ring to make Rey lose his US title. I stand in gorilla watching the TV. Bobby comes out and has his match with Carlito.

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*end of match*

Bobby and the Street Profits are beating up Carlito in the ring while Santos is standing on the ring watching. I grab a steel chair and get ready to run out. My music hits and I run out to the ring swinging the chair at Bobby. Bobby and the Profits roll out of the ring and up the ramp. The crowd is chanting my name and going crazy. I drop the chair, glare at Santos than knee down next to my dad.

"Are you okay?"

He is holding his stomach groaning. Rey comes out and is arguing with Santos. I look over my shoulder at them. I see Rey shove Santos and I stand up grabbing the steel chair. Santos looks over Rey's shoulder at me and winks. I smirk and lift the chair smacking Rey in the back. The crowd erupts with gasps and boos real fast. Santos grabs Rey's mask and starts talking to him standing him up. Rey starts smacking Santos making him almost fall out of the ring. I throw the chair on the ground than roll out of the ring. Rey walks over to Santos and is talking to him on the apron. Rey helps Santos up talking to him apologizing. Santos pushes Rey into the ring post and Rey falls on the stairs. Santos dropkicks the stairs smashing Rey's leg in-between the stairs and the ring. I walk over to the corner smirking and biting my lip watching Santos. He starts yelling in Rey's face grabbing his mask. Zelina comes running out to try reasoning with Santos but I run up and elbow her in the face making her fall to the ground. I jump on top of her and start beating her up on the ramp. Santos comes up and grabs me by my waist pulling me off of her. He puts me down but keeps his arm around my waist. I bite my lip looking up at him. He looks at me and smiles.

"We did it baby."

I smirk looking up at him than we look at the camera in our faces.

"Guess she is the real Bad Apple of her family huh?"

He grips my waist and kisses me on camera for the whole world to see. Finally letting the world and our families know about our relationship. The fresh start we needed.

The End.

[spotofimagines]

Gauntlet ~ Chris Sabin

A/N: We're pretending this is in the transfer window so the roster makes sense. My requests are still open for short drabbles so if you enjoy this, come get yourself some more :)

Warnings: injuries - reader is female

Word Count: 3.6k

Chris Sabin x wrestler!reader

Summary: The effects of your gruelling gauntlet match have a nervous duo doing what they can to help you backstage.

gif by @dorkorder

Lines stretched wildly from the lights above you, blurred and bright, piercing your stinging eyes. You struggled for air in the middle of the ring and Liv Morgan’s music rang in your ears as though it were playing in a distant room.

54 minutes you'd been out there. 54 minutes since you walked through the curtain. And now you weren't sure whether you would make it back through that curtain on your own two feet.

You'd fought tooth and nail in a gauntlet match against five other women. The effects of their punches steadily rose in a dull ache now that you finally had a moment of peace from the flurry.

Naomi. She first took you to a 20-minute bout, forcing you to pull out your best moves early and use up all your energy to match hers. But your finisher off the top rope was eventually enough to put her away.

Zelina Vega. Her energy was also hard to compete with. You had managed to clamber onto the ring apron with her before she pulled out a hurricanrana that had you smashing into the edge of the solid commentary table. Your head had been pounding since. After a near count-out, you scraped it back and hit your finisher to get the win.

Piper Niven. A torment of heavy-hitting moves would have easily squashed you into the canvas for a three-count, but the slams and sentons didn’t finish you off. Chelsea Green had gotten adventurous with her distractions and didn’t get caught hitting you in the face with her United States Championship. Despite this, you turned the match around and hit your finisher twice this time to pin Piper. This much to Chelsea’s dismay, who hit you with a buckle curb stomp before the referee ordered her away.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Pat McAfee shouted up to you as you draped limply over the bottom rope facing their table. “These women are killing me, Pat.” You shouted back before the next music hit.

“If those women were killing her, Pat, imagine what this one is going to do.”

Shayna Baszler. Michael Cole was right. The most maniacal wrestler of the lot, she spent time twisting and grinding your already weak ankle along with as many of your other bones as she could have a go at snapping. When the kimura lock was sinched in and you finally, painstakingly crawled your way to reach the ropes, she refused to let go. The referee disqualified Shayna and calling the match in your favour only encouraged Zoey Stark and Sonya Deville to add more damage. A senseless three-on-one beating and a spear through the barricade had you down and out ringside.

That left Liv Morgan free to run down, throw you in the ring and hit obLIVion to pick up a quick pin.

In 54 minutes, you wrestled with every fibre of your being to beat some of the strongest women on the roster.

In 45 seconds, Liv won the gauntlet and became the number 1 contender.

The music was a drawl in the background compared to the sharp sting in your side that hurt more with each desperate breath.

You peeled yourself off the canvas and slowly rolled towards the ropes, using all your might to hold the bottom rope and lift yourself onto your knees.

A sudden quiet flooded you as the music shut off. Liv and Raquel must have left the stage. What a sorry state of affairs, you thought, that she could come out and claim all the victory before you could even come to your senses.

You felt separate from your body as you heaved air into your lungs, the pain in your side digging deeper into your ribs. You tried your hardest to stand but your ankle couldn't hold the weight and it was no use, you couldn't get your muscles to lift you anyway.

Losing all effort, your mind clouding with the growing pain in your ankle and head, you just rolled under the rope to the ground, thinking it might help you stand. But as soon as your feet hit the mat you crumbled, your knees thudding down.

The sound of the crowd was rumbling louder. The hazy noise was unclear. You could make out the claps of a chant sounding from them all, but you couldn't focus on the words or the faces.

As you tried to recognise their tune, a small burst of noise from the fans just behind the barricade startled you; you'd been in the business long enough to know someone had come out down the ramp.

Your heart started to race as you anticipated another attack. Nia Jax and Candice LeRae had been mauling you backstage whenever they got the chance, and it would be just like them to capitalise on the moment and double your hurt just for fun.

You leant back on your knees, your chest rising and falling rapidly in feeble attempts to muster up any shred of fight left in you. The lights spiked your eyes and before you could see the figure in front of you, or even register who it was, a hand landed on your shoulder.

The tense worry that coursed through your body lasted only a moment as a familiar voice washed you in relief.

“Y/N, are you okay? I'm here, you're okay.”

It was as though every piece of you gave in at the sound of your boyfriend and you could have sobbed on the spot as the last hour caught up with you in a second.

Chris Sabin’s voice effortlessly cut through the environment, his warm touch cutting through all the pain. You leant back down over your knees with your eyes screwed shut and you could hear him kneeling before you, both hands on the back of your shoulders and his head resting just beside yours.

“Just breathe, you're okay. We're gonna help you, baby. Breathe, come on.” His soothing words were hot in your ear and you nodded. It was all you could do as the pain crept back into your side.

You felt his body move from the spot before you as you leant up, a pair of hands grabbing yours and slowly lifting them. Only when an arm snaked around you, another set of hands on your hips steadying you and lifting where you couldn't, did you look up to find Alex Shelley's nervous eyes fully taking in just how battered you were.

“Are you alright?” Alex almost shouted over the crowd and you nodded feverishly, hoping that if you told yourself you were okay it would stop hurting so much. He raised your right arm as Chris slotted into your side.

“Here you go. I've got you,” Chris said lowly, carefully grabbing your wrist on his shoulder with his other arm wrapped securely around you. You squeezed Alex's hand as they pulled you to your feet.

The crowd was getting louder, and it was becoming harder to hear Chris’ attempts at calming you down over the distorted noise.

Wrestling fans knew you and Chris were a couple, you had been for many years and you didn’t keep it a secret, but they’d never seen you interact on WWE TV.

Beyond the odd picture of you both on your Instagram every couple of months or so, they didn’t get much of a glimpse into what your relationship looked like.

But here was the perfect example; you battered and bruised in a frenzy with nothing left to give, and Chris doing everything in his power to make sure you were okay. He’d walk to the ends of the earth for you. He’d spend every second of the day making you happy. He’d stand up against every semblance of a threat against you. He’d carry your beaten-down body as far as he needed to fix it.

As Chris’ hand on your waist tried to give a comforting squeeze of encouragement, a shooting pain hit through you like lightning. When you jolted into his side, he immediately moved his hand to your hip with an apology, and Alex pressed a small towel on the space.

You sucked in a breath, your teeth clenched and your body seized up. A small yelp of pain had Chris stopping his step forward halfway through.

“My ankle,” you could barely speak loud enough for Chris to hear over the loud crowd, “my ankle is done.”

“I know, I know,” Chris said, speaking calmly but hurriedly taking hold of the towel on your side. “We'll go slow, we've got time.”

Your lungs burned in your chest, the hot air not doing much to help you catch your breath. Your sweaty hair clung to your face and you knew your makeup was smudged on your cheeks from the faint streaks of black on your hands after wiping under your eyes.

With a deep, ragged breath, you tentatively put one foot in front of the other while leaning heavily on Chris.

“There you go, just like that,” Chris soothed, voice carrying over the other sounds in the arena, “just listen to them, Y/N.”

He paused a little as you reached the bottom of the ramp. You lifted your head, your hair falling damp down your heavy shoulders, to finally look around and take in your surroundings for the first time in 15 minutes.

Every fan you could see was on their feet applauding and cheering your name. For 54 minutes you'd been in the ring before them and they'd had your back the whole time.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. It was support you'd fought for your entire career and they were giving it in heaps full. It was as though the bubble in your ears had burst, and you could hear them all clapping for you.

The emotions flooded you instantly, your chest tightening as you looked through the crowd. Your fast breaths almost impossibly got faster and you couldn't help the tears in your eyes. Your ankle seared below you, burning hot pain travelling slowly further up your leg and the wound on your side stabbed through your torso.

But the gentle squeeze on your wrist and Chris’ strong words made it feel so unimportant.

“It's all for you, Y/N, all you.”

You didn't know if it was the heat of the moment or the way Chris slightly loosened his hold on you that made your knees feel weak. You were barely able to keep yourself up as you nodded appreciatively at the fans with tears escaping you. This was your moment, and you couldn't believe how hot your ankle burned beneath you.

As Alex returned with your leather entrance jacket, he drew your attention away from the sea of faces. He slung the jacket over his shoulder and joined in the applause, circling behind you.

You heard Michael Cole say something fairly loud, though the details were obscured before the lights dimmed down.

“We're in the ad break, we've got a couple of minutes,” Alex said behind you both, patting your arm.

Chris’ thumb rubbed your wrist on his shoulder as he helped you turn around and head backstage. Alex slowly trailed alongside you in case you needed more help, waving a couple of referees away when they came to assist.

Alex knew you didn't need it. Chris was everything you needed.

He'd get you where you needed to be in one piece, no matter how long it took. There was no way Chris would leave your side and let someone else take you back, even if they were trained professionals. He knew you best, and he’ll help you the best.

The fans still applauded over the sound of the WWE Shop advert on the titantron as Alex held the curtain open for you before turning and clapping to the fans for their support.

Chris ushered you through gorilla, not letting you sit down despite your slight step towards an empty chair. It would take more effort to get you back up again than it would to keep you going, and he'd hate to have you receiving real medical attention right by the curtain where other wrestlers would be passing through. By the look of your ankle, you needed more than a quick once over.

Just after you groaned a little and Chris was about to interrupt your protest, a gruff voice beat him to it.

“Go straight to the medic's office, Y/N, get sorted out.” Triple H's booming voice sounded over the other noise in the space.

Chris hummed beside you in agreement, his chest rumbling against your side saying all that needed to be said and you let him guide your aching body where it needed to go, taking an open bottle of water from Alex.

The few personnel standing in gorilla parted to make room for you, but Hunter stood and held an arm out. His heavy hand landed on your shoulder, emphasising how tired your muscles were from how you swayed as he closed the space between you. When he leaned his head closer to yours, the surrounding blue light was blocked out. All that existed was him.

“You did great today. That was the performance of a lifetime,” he said lowly, his words washing over you with pride. You’ll remember that for a long time, and so will all those fans. You’ll get your chance at the belt, I promise.”

The sentence hit you through the heart like a knife. You’d given every shred of yourself that you could give, and you had no reward to show for it at all. The glory and the winnings went to Liv, not you. If your ankle wasn’t scorching through your shoe, you might have felt how deeply that notion hurt you at that moment, but you knew that was something that would hit you tomorrow.

While Hunter spoke, Chris slid out from under your arm and moved behind you, letting you have a private moment. He carefully pulled the towel off your skin as he went and the red that coloured the white cotton made his eyes go a little wide. He knew you had a sore spot there and were struggling to breathe, but he didn't know you were bleeding quite so much.

He snapped his head to look at Alex, who nodded nervously back at him, the same hint of fear in his eyes that made Chris’ stomach drop.

Alex had known it was bad since they met you at ringside and he spotted the red marks on the ring canvas from where you had rolled out. But he knew Chris would be worried enough about your ankle as it was to tell him about that too. It was nothing a medic couldn’t stitch up, but the problem was that it needed stitching up, and soon.

Alex took the towel from his hands and refolded it so the outside was white again before handing it back. Chris had enough time to inspect your side and the blood that was already starting to rush up again. You were still breathing heavily and standing with your foot barely on the floor as you listened to Hunter.

Chris felt as though his own chest was struggling for air at the damaged sight before him. Yes, he was proud of you for how you fought tonight, and yes, he loved the tenacious spirit inside you, but man he hated seeing you beat up at the end. A big bruise usually had him tending to you during the night, never mind damage as bad as this.

Hunter patting your shoulder and standing straight was never a more welcome sight to Chris, who immediately moved to press the towel onto your side again. You brushed a hand through your hair and hissed at the stinging sensation before Chris spoke in your ear.

“Hold this for a second,” he patiently waited for you to sip your water and place your hand where his once was.

Your fingers brushed against his and the feeling, ever so slight, spread warmth through your entire hand. It was a nice contrast to the cool air that circulated gorilla, his voice a nicer sound than that of the producers muttering into their headsets.

You wanted nothing more than to hug him, have his arms wrap you up safely and be able to let out the tired sighs of defeat you’d been holding onto. But it would have to wait. His comfort was working in the form of protective overdrive and it would be until you were okay. Or at least until you had stopped bleeding so much.

Chris crouched down and quickly untied your boot, pulling the laces loose and then tucking them into the top of the shoe out of the way. When he came back up, his breath was warm on your neck. “That a little better?” You nodded feebly as he took ahold of the towel once more and applied some pressure, passing your bottle of water to Alex and slinging your arm over his shoulder again.

Hunter gave Chris a quick pat on the back as you started walking, offered the same to Alex, and then focused back on the show that was about to restart.

You hobbled beside your boyfriend now, hardly able to move after having stopped. Your muscles felt tight and sore, your head pounding with exhaustion and your ankle feeling as though it had been severed from the bone. But Chris’ arms held you up. That was all you needed to keep going.

Sami Zayn, who had been waiting in gorilla for his cue to walk out after the break, moved to hold the second curtain open for you both with Alex. He offered a sympathetic smile and patted Chris on the back as you slowly went past.

“You were amazing tonight, Y/N, amazing.” Sami nodded, and you smiled as strongly as you could at him, though you weren’t sure much came out. Chris squeezed your wrist in recognition, silently partnering Sami’s words.

Just as the curtain closed behind you, he kissed your temple and smoothed some of your hair off your face. As you faced him properly and he pulled you into him a little closer, you couldn’t help melting into his arms. With one hand securely on the towel on your side, his other hand cradled the back of your head as you sunk into his shoulder, your breaths becoming shaky.

Alex had already gone in the direction of the medical room only a few doors away, so Chris just held you close for a moment, giving you a second to let go of it all. All the stress in your shoulders, all the pain in your joints, all the disappointment in your mind.

You fell a bit closer into his hold each time you breathed out and if not for his strong grasp, you would have crumbled into a heap on the ground another time over. Your mind was swimming with a hundred thoughts about you, your body, your loss, your fights, your tries, your ankle, your fatigue. Trying to figure out what it all meant while you had three searing pains ripping through you.

The tears that pricked your eyes were the culmination of a long, hard day at work, that was for sure.

Chris kissed your forehead and gently massaged your head with his hand, swaying you as much as he could without forcing your weight onto your ankle.

“I’m proud of you,” He said, almost a whisper in the quiet corridor, but it echoed loudly in your mind.

“You wrestled better than I’ve ever seen,” He spoke softly, pulling his head back but keeping his arms firmly planted where they were, “and you’ve had some damn good matches in your time. Today you were awesome.”

You chuckled at his words, tears falling down your face with a smile. Chris grinned and wiped your cheeks with his thumb before cupping your jaw.

“You’re amazing, and I love you very much,” He said quietly, sincerely, truthfully. Your eyes shone with the overwhelmed tears that were yet to fall as you sighed, uttering those three words back in barely a whisper.

Chris smiled, that sense of awe in his expression that he often carried after your biggest matches, and his lips met yours. A soft gesture carrying all the care he could feel for you moving slowly against your lips for a few moments before he smiled down at you again, kissed your forehead and moved to turn you both sideways.

“I’d really like to get this sorted now,” he pushed a little bit of pressure onto the towel and you nodded, feeling his shoulders tense up again.

The blissful few seconds you just had quickly washed away as the first steps reminded you just how little your body had left to give, struggling to even walk at all anymore.

Alex poked his head out into the corridor and at the painful grimace back on your face, he waved you over to him. A paramedic stood in the doorway putting on a set of gloves and gazing at you to get a mental headstart on the job.

Once in the room, Chris lifted you onto the table and squeezed your hand to comfort you, before finally conceding his hold on the towel. He gazed at the redness of it with concern and took all his might not to look down at the wound itself, knowing it would only make him panic at this point.

Instead, he moved to the end of the bed and carefully slipped your boot off, letting the other doctor size up the injury as he rounded back up to you.

Chris pulled up a chair and sat beside you, trying his best to give a comforting smile but not hiding the nerves too well. He just sat quietly, letting the medics do their work and letting you squeeze his hand as they dressed and stitched up your side, mentally preparing himself for a night in the hospital with you and your busted-up ankle.

[mamisfavmosherz]

Can you do when Bayley and Reder had a big argument and haven't seen each other for months and the rerder is too scared to talk to bayley

Pairing: Bayley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of arguing, Protective Zelina Vega

A/n: I'm so sorry about how long this toke I've had zero motivation to write 😭

Masterlist, WWE masterlist

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Broken Trust

Two months, it had been two miserable months sense you had last talked to your - hopefully still - girlfriend. You and Bayley had been dating for a few months, and you were still in the honeymoon phase but two months ago ya'll got into a fight. One that you thought would be resolved quickly but here you were months later without a word from Bayley who you didn't even know if you could call your girlfriend anymore.

You loved Bayley with all your heart and you never wanted to lose her, you guys had been really close friends for years before you started dating. You guys have been through everything together. Starting nxt, your first championship wins, getting drafted to the main roster, getting hate, going through slumps and burnouts, being at the top of the mountain, just everything. You couldn't imagine not having her in your life but she hurt you and she hurt you deep with her words. You weren't all innocent though and you knew that you were both hurting, but you were scared.

Scared that she might not want you in her life anymore, scared that she didn't regret any of the words she said, scared that you might never hear from her again. It had been months, but you couldn't stop replaying the fight over and over again every day.

Even though you worked for the same brand going to work was an escape in a way you buried yourself in only worrying about Smackdown, your matches, your feuds, the wwe universe and nothing else but you had been overworking yourself so much to not think about her and avoid her that it came to a point were there was nothing else for you to do. You were sitting in the locker room, having gone through your match a hundred times, over your storylines 100 more and definitely had been on social media with the fans long enough for the day. Nobody from the higher-ups needed you. You had done all the media you were needed for, and you had helped around as much as you legitimately could.

You hated just sitting in the locker room. Well, now you did, before you would've given anything for this free time you've accidentally made for yourself, but now all it brought you was overthiking.

You started unconsciously crying, you missed Bayley, normally you two would sneak off here and get in as much time together as you could during the busy day. You could give anything for that stupid fight to have never happened.

Zelina came into the locker room, having forgotten an accessory from her gear, and immediately went to you when she saw you crying. You guys were like sister she didn't need to ask she knew why you were crying, at least the general/main reason. Right now, Zelina despised Bayley she knew you were slightly to blame too, but she is a ride or die for her girls.

You leaned into Zelina and get kept crying. You were grateful it was her that walked in as she understood and didn't ask questions, and the last thing you wanted right now was to explain anything.

While she was comforting you, you heard the creak of the door opening but didn't pay it any mind, most the locker room knew something was up with you these past months and knew when to give you your space, so you didn't expect anyone to speak up.

"Y/n/n (you nickname) ?" At the familiar voice and special nickname that you hadn't heard in months you snapped your head to the direction of the door but before you could say anything Zelina rushed to the door and slightly pushed Bayley back. "What the hell do you want ?"

"I just... can I talk to her... please..." Bayley asked not even actually looking at Zelina, she was looking at your tear stained face, her own wearing a worried and guilty look. "Oh so now you wanna talk to her huh ? No podias hacer antes cuando deverdad contaba tal vez ay nose... hace dos putos meses ???" (Couldn't you do that when it really mattered maybe oh I don't know... two fucking months ago ???")

"I'm sorry, I swear I just wanna explain-" "No, go away, you don't get to come back now!" You stood up and quickly went to Zelina, putting your hand on her shoulder." Hey Z... I-its okay. We need to have this talk... I promise it's okay. I'll call you if I need you..." At that, Zelina looked into your eyes for a bit, searching for any doubt, but once she was sure you were okay, she turned to Bayley and gleared a whole through her head before walking out.

Not being fully sure what to do, you both stood there for a moment just looking at each other, the tension of not seeing or talking to each other for months hanging in the air.

Bayley took the lead after a beat taking a deep breath before trying to walk towards you, instinctively reaching for you to try and comfort you as she could still read you like a book and could sense the fear and anxiety in you but you toke a step back, not letting her touch you and trying to stand your ground cause you knew the second you let her comfort you all the walls would crumble and you would forgive her in an instant even after everything and right now that probably wasn't the best idea.

Bayley's heart broke when you took a step back and moved away from her, but she understood why you did it. Respecting your boundaries, she also moved back a little, giving you space, not wanting you to feel like you were trapped in this situation, and you could leave if that's what you wanted.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything, for the stupid argument, for the things I said, for not talking to you for months, for upsetting you, for making you feel how you're feeling right now... that was never my intention, but what's done is done, and I'm so sorry... if you don't want to ever see me again I understand but I just wanted you to know that I regret everything I said and that I love you more than anything and I forever will be grateful for having you in my life" Bayley was trying to hold back tears, although she was failing and you weren't doing much better either.

Giving all your history with Bayley the last thing you wanted was to not have her in your life but you knew that you didn't deserve what she did and you couldn't just forgive her just because but you loved her, no matter what.

"I don't forgive you... not yet... but I do want you in my life, and we can take it slow, start building trust again, and go from there... and I'm sorry, too. I said some harsh things as well, and I promise I didn't mean any of it... I love you, Bay..."

Bayley smiled at you. She would do anything and everything to gain your trust back, and she accepted your apology. She was just ready to fix everything and she didn't care how long it took she was gonna do it because you're her whole world and there's nothing she wouldn't do for you.

[bottomvalerius]

I have some food for your brainworms perhaps... what wrestling outfit would some of your favorite Arcana characters + your ocs wear

CHOMPING AT THE FUCKING BIT GIUDFIUGHFD

these are going to go all over but I will start with the easiest one which is Lucio✨✨

90% of the gear and costume Seth Rollins wears fit him perfectly LMAO

It's flashy, it's obnoxious, some of this shit doesn't look good or fit him the way it should and it just SCREAMS the (fradulant & campy) opulence of Lucio to me

FITITNGLY TOO Seth's gear when he was a member of the Shield was MUCH more subdued, which also reminds me of Lucio in his merc days

practical. not a statement piece. militant.

A close second for inspo would HAVE to be HBK though:

I also think his theme is the closest to what I would imagine Lucio's entrance music to be, self-singing included lmfao

Others undercut!!

This is probably quasi controversial, but I can honestly see Nasrin in most of Charlotte Flair's ring gear. I think "The Queen" trope is something she would lean heavily into as a wrestling persona because like. duh. LOL

Next one isn't necessarily the ring gear itself but I just think Piper Niven makes like. a perfect Portia LMAO Same silhouette but definitely brighter colors and I can see her mixing in some lace with her leather

which funnily I can see Donna wearing a lot of Chelsea Green's numbers:

but A LOT of Zelina Vega as well (I also think in-ring skills would be about the same as Zelina):

Funnily, Damian Priest's gear has been used as a lot of inspo for Damien LOL BUT ALSO Liv Morgan (I also am leaning towards using her as a body ref for him lmfao):

Aaand unsurprsingly, Drew McIntyre's gear (or frankly lackthereof) is what I can see Sam using: tiny trunks, leather clad, tits out LMAO

[amrcnnightmre]

WHO I WRITE FOR!

Hi! this is a space to see who i wrote for & some tid bits on what i prefer & how to request ! <3

As stated in the Info about requests feel absolutely free to ask/inquire & request any wrestler/s that aren’t in my masterlist & I will see what I can do, I really want to write for as many people you all are interested in reading as possible ! 🎀🪄

ALSO! as we know there are handfuls of wrestlers who have been in more than one of the companies I write for so feel free to request for any of the listed wrestlers and any company they were in! but please explicitly state Time frame, era, & their gimmick at the time!

I.e. Jeff Hardy ( TNA antichrist era) x Reader! + a description of what you want the imagine to be about!

OR Jeff Hardy ( 2000s team xtreme ) x Reader!

you get the idea i hope! hehe : ) I love a lot of wrestlers eras & gimmicks across TNA/WWE/AEW so please request for things like that! 🩷

NOTE: I am okay with doing some wrestler x wrestler writing, for example, Jeff Hardy x Trish Stratus ( a personal favourite of mine )

LIST!

WILL UPDATE THIS LIST OFTEN! :)

• Cody Rhodes

• Roman Reigns

• Cm Punk

• Jeff Hardy

• Matt Hardy

• Lita

• Trish Stratus

• Triple H

• Jey Uso

• Edge ( Adam Copeland )

• Christian Cage

• James Storm ( TNA )

• Jon Mosley/Dean Ambrose

• Seth Rollins

• Rhea Ripley

• Liv Morgan

• Zelina Vega

• Dominik Mysterio

• Rey Mysterio ( 2000s mostly )

• MJF

• Will Ospreay

• Jack Perry

• Damien Priest

• Roxanne Perez

• Joe Hendry

• Angelina Love

• Velvet Sky

• Tara/Victoria

• Gail Kim.

• Aj Styles

• Finn Balor

• Hook

• Drew Mcintyre

• Austin Theory

• Grayson Waller

• Uncle Howdy/Bo Dallas

• Randy Orton

• Darby Allen

• Kenny Omega

• LA Knight

• Nick Jackson

• Matt Jackson

• Nic Nemeth/dolph ziggler

• Darby Allen

[audiobook-mike]

Concept: LWO Takeover

Zelina Vega wins the Women’s MiTB

Santos wins the Men’s MiTB

LWO hold bold briefcases for a long time before cashing in and winning later down the line.

Cruz & Joaquin eventually win the tag titles

LWO become the successors of the top Stable after The Bloodline eventually falls (or move them to the opposite show)

Just imagine the imagery of the group with both briefcases and the tag titles alongside Rey Mysterio & Bad Bunny. 

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Dating Zelina Vega

The two of you hear about each other online through mutual friends

Zelina follows you and starts liking your pictures

After a couple months of talking, she learns that you live in Florida

Arrangements are made for the two of you to hang out

You live in Miami and she lives around Orlando

It’s kind of a long commute at first for just one date

While she’s at WWE, your relationship is kept pretty quiet. 

It bugs you not being able to go have super public dates at Disney or Universal, but you learn about a lot of cool smaller places

It’s so much easier to sneak around outside of Orlando

So, she starts just coming to Miami and staying for a few days at a time with you

Every other weekend, you stay with her at her place

Zelina invites you over to watch NXT one night and makes fun of you because you know literally nothing about wrestling aside from the fact that John Cena was a wrestler

You jump into the world of wrestling, trying to learn as much as you can to impress everybody

Zelina brings you to a show so that you can meet her friends

When she’s released, the two of you get an apartment together in Miami

The first post she makes after the announcement is about how lucky she is to have you there while she figures out her future

A lot of people seemed confused at first, but the support is huge

You post about your cool, albeit, geeky girlfriend

Zelina gets you into Twitch and occasionally teases you about being bad at most video games

You are ridiculously good at Mario Kart and the Sonic game she gets you

It’s kind of odd spending so much time with her constantly at first, but you love it

[gamergirl929]

Celosa? (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Took me a while to think of a Zelina fic, but @themanbexl​ and I brainstormed and here we are! 

You hated the way Angel Garza would swagger around backstage, hitting on every women he say, the way he’d cockily boast about all the women he’d been with, you hated that he was even in the same proximity as Zelina Vega, and yet all you could do was glare... What happens when that glare is noticed by Zelina Vega herself? 

SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTY SMUTT SMUT

You roll your eyes, watching as yet again, Zelina watches with a smile as Angel Garza flexes on camera, the man boasting about how ladies basically fall at his feet, all the while Zelina grins as if he’s the best thing since sliced bread.  

Your ears perk up when Lana refers to the fight coming up as, a Double Date, something that you’re happy Zelina shoots down almost immediately.  

The interview ends soon after and you scoff, watching as Garza struts away, unaware that a pair of brown orbs are on you, the owner’s brows arced.  

                                                           ***

Zelina eyed you closely in the following weeks, noting that every time she was alone, without Garza, you were your shy self, but when she brought him around, your small smile changed into a scowl your downcast eyes now focused on Garza, glaring at the man’s back.  

Zelina smirked, noting the absolute ire in your eyes when you looked at the cocky man.  

She hummed.

“Interesante (Interesting)...” She mumbles, drawing the attention of Garza who looks at her in question, but she waves him off, the man turning away to chat with a woman backstage.  

Zelina turns, smirking when she catches your gaze, your eyes widening as you turn away and race off, leaving the woman behind a smirk spread across her face.  

                                                           ***

Ending up backstage during Garza’s match wasn’t something Zelina was happy about, but, being backstage meant she got to see your reaction to the man’s match.  

Zelina’s eyebrow quirks up when you react to Garza getting a kiss on the cheek from a member of the WWE Universe.  

“He’s not even attractive.” You grumble under your breath, not noticing Zelina a few feet away.  

“Some would disagree with you.”  

You jump, eyes wide when you see the woman swagger towards you.  

You swallow hard, glancing away, your face a deep shade of crimson.  

“Aren’t you usually out there with him?” You ask curiously and she glares at the nearby TV.  

“That puta (bitch) sent me backstage.” She motions to the ref and you smirk, nodding.  

“What’s the smirk for?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I just don’t know if Garza can win without you.” You shrug as you wrap your wrists and Zelina hums, a brow arched.  

“He can hold his own.” She says, watching when your nostrils flair, and you grumble angrily under your breath.  

The bell rings and you both turn back to the TV realizing that Angel Garza had indeed won the match.  

Zelina turns to you, brows arched and you shrug.  

“I'm surprised he didn’t need you to win his match.” You mumble and Zelina steps towards where you’re sitting on a wheeled crate.  

You inhale sharply when she suddenly slips a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you towards her, her hot breath dancing across the flesh of your ear.  

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” She teases, pulling back and you swallow hard, cheeks red as she walks away, an extra sway in her hips. 

You let out a groan and fall back on the crate, unaware that Zelina’s brown orbs are on you, her lips splitting in a grin.  

                                                           ***

“Hello sweetheart...” Garza approaches you backstage and your eyes widen before you snort and walk off, the man watching you go with wide eyes, meanwhile, Zelina who was standing beside him watches you go with a smirk.  

“Did she just blow me off?” He asks and Zelina laughs, patting his chest.  

“Yes, she did.”  

He scoffs.  

“No one blows me off, I’m Angel Garza.” He points at himself and Zelina shrugs. 

“She just did.”  

                                                           ***

Angel Garza makes it his personal mission to hit on you constantly, and you of course, blow him off every single time, WWE even wanting to make a storyline out of the idea, which you immediately decline.  

You were an up and coming start, getting upsets over the likes of Charlotte Flair and Lacey Evans, so you were surprised when Vince even considered your opinion on the storyline, thankfully though, he did, and Angel Garza was in your rearview mirror, at least you thought so.  

Again, Angel Garza parades through the backstage area, flirting with every woman in sight and sending a wink your way before he makes his way towards you.  

Before he can open his mouth, Zelina steps in front of him.  

“Ella no está interesada (She is not interested).” She nods over her shoulder and Garza hums.  

“Por ahora (For now).” He smirks, walking towards you and you growl.  

“Vete a la mierda (Fuck off).” You say, stopping Garza in his tracks, the man’s eyes wide, whereas Zelina slaps a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing. She pats the man on his back with a smirk.  

“I think you got your answer there.”  

                                                           ***

“Did you learn that just to tell him off?” Zelina asks later that night and you smirk, looking over your shoulder at her.  

“Maybe.” You shrug and Zelina sighs.  

“I tried to stop him you know?” Zelina says softly and you turn around, seeing a familiar twinkle in Zelina’s eye.  

“I told that idiota (idiot) to leave you alone, but he wouldn’t listen.” She snarls and you smirk, brows arched as you step towards the woman.  

Zelina’s brown orbs widen when they see you’ve made your way closer, a cocky smirk on your face.  

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”  

Zelina watches with wide eyes as you swagger away, the woman chuckling, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.  

“Tal vez (Maybe)...”

                                                           ***

“You’re a great fighter, Y/N. And I’m glad to see you’re settling in well.” Sonya’s hand resting on your forearm as you both grin.  

“Thanks, that means a lot to me considering I’ve been a fan of yours since your MMA days.” You grin and Sonya’s smile widens.  

“And that means a lot coming from you.”  

Out of the corner of your eye you spot Zelina, the woman glaring angrily your way.  

“I’ll talk to you later.” You nod to Sonya and she grins.  

“See you later Y/N.”  

You make your way towards the woman whose dark brown orbs are still narrowed as she mumbles under her breath, something you’ve noticed she does when she is angry.

You open your mouth to speak, eyes doubling in size when Zelina turns around, marching off.  

“Hey!” You shout, chasing after her.  

“Go away.” She growls when you catch up, but of course, you don’t relent.  

“No, what’s wrong?” You ask and Zelina rolls her eyes, finally stopping.  

“Nothing’s wrong, why are you bothering me anyway? Don’t you have Sonya to spend time with?” She snarls and your brows furrow before a smirk spreads across your face.  

“Are you jealous?” You ask, biting your bottom lip to stave off a grin.  

“I have no reason to be jealous of that puta (bitch).” She glares down the hall and you smirk.  

“You are jealous...” You tease, Zelina smacking you in the chest before growling.

“No soy (No I am not).”  

The woman stomps away, her heels clicking loudly on the floor and you smirk.  

“She’s totally jealous.”  

                                                           ***

Much to your dismay, Zelina avoids you the rest of the night, when the two of you are even in the same vicinity, she almost immediately vanishes.  

“You look lost.” A familiar voice makes you jump and you turn, sending Sonya Deville a smile.  

“A little.”  

“Looking for someone?” She asks and you shrug.  

“I was, but she’s avoiding me.” You frown and Sonya nods, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.  

“Well, she’s crazy for avoiding you.” She winks and your eyes widen, cheeks flushing. She takes a step closer and you swallow hard.  

Just as she’s opening her mouth to speak someone grabs your wrist before violently dragging you away.  

“What are you doing?” You ask Zelina who snarls in Spanish, speaking quickly as she leads you further backstage away from everyone.  

She practically throws you into a backstage room and you scoff, marching towards her.  

“What gives!?” You shout, the woman slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.  

You let out a surprised moan when she shoves you back into a nearby wall, her lips slamming against yours.  

Your eyes widen as the woman pulls back, her brown orbs wide.  

“You’re mine.” She snarls, leaning back in, her lips slamming against yours, hard.  

The woman lets out a surprised gasp when you lift her into the air, and pin her against the wall, your lips never disconnecting.  

You trap the fiery woman’s bottom lip between yours, sucking and nipping on the pink flesh.  

“Ahhh, si...” She whispers as you flick your tongue against her bottom lip, the woman groaning when your hands slip beneath her dress, giving her ass a hard squeeze.  

You run your tongue along her bottom lip, the woman’s lips immediately parting to allow your tongue to invade.  

The woman sighs when your tongue flicks against hers, massaging and teasing the pink organ as the woman in your arms shudders.  

The kiss is wild, sloppy, your tongues licking wildly at one another.  

The two of you eventually part, though you don’t go far, ducking your head to suck and nibble on the flesh of Zelina’s neck.  

“Mierda (Shit)...” Zelina sighs when you suck at her pulse point. She tilts her head back as her fingers tangle in your hair, the woman incredibly vocal.  

“Shhhhh.” You gently nibble on her ear. “You’re going to get us caught.” You whisper and Zelina growls.  

“You’re lips are just... Tan suave (so soft)...” She sighs when your lips trail along her jawline.  

Your darkened Y/E/C orbs flick up, locking with her nearly black orbs when you ducking your head, nibbling at the top of her dress.

“I don’t think you need this anymore...” You whisper, giving her ass another squeeze.  

“Mierda (Shit)...” She sighs, holding her arms up and you gladly pull the dress over her head, licking your lips when you see the woman’s chest is covered by a red lace bra, wearing equally red lace panties.  

“Beautiful.” You whisper, ducking your head to bite at the soft flesh.  

Zelina tilts her head back, moaning with a massive grin as you unhook her bra and immediately latch onto one of her nipples giving it a suck.  

“Oh...” She sighs and you grin, biting the pert bud.  

You suck the flesh of her chest into your mouth, assaulting the erect bud with your tongue before you pull back and turn your attention to her other breast.  

“Masssssssssssssss (More)....” She sighs and you smirk, releasing her breast with a loud pop before moving back to her lips.  

The second your eyes lock, Zelina rolls her hips, the apex of her thighs dragging against your middle.  

You lick your lips, dragging your tongue up her neck as she rolls her hips, brows furrowed.  

“You like that bebe (baby)?” You ask, nipping at her earlobe and she nods.  

You smirk cockily, slipping a hand between your bodies when Zelina’s eyes are closed.  

“And this?” You ask, your fingers brushing the wet patch of the woman’s lace panties.  

Zelina gasps, burying her face in your shoulder.  

“Si por favor (Yes, please)...!” She whines, moaning loudly when you rub tight circles over the wet patch.  

You both jump at the sound of nearby voices, the two of you freezing.  

You turn back to Zelina with a cocky smirk, the woman’s eyes doubling in size when you rub slow circles over clit.  

“Shhhhhh...” You coo, kissing her forehead, the woman gasping against your neck as she rocks her hips.  

“Follame (Fuck me)...” She moans and you smile, the slow circles you were drawing now tight and fast. Her mouth hangs open as she shudders.  

“Mas dura (Harder)...” She begs and you press harder into her, circles tight and fast.  

The voices grow louder and you smirk.  

“Better be quiet, don’t want anyone to see you in such a compromising position...” You tease, leaning towards her ear.  

Just as the words leave your mouth your fingers lower, teasing the woman’s entrance.  

“Oh, god...” Zelina sighs when two fingers slip inside her tight channel. Her body shakes as she bites you shoulder in an attempt to be quiet.  

Zelina picks her hips up before lowering herself back down onto your fingers, slamming her lips against your so she can let out a guttural moan into your mouth.  

“Quiet...” You command, slipping your fingers out of her before slipping them back in, building a rhythm with the woman in your arms.  

“Oh my god, please go away...” She whispers a plea and you smirk, slowing.  

“Do you want to stop for now?” You ask and Zelina shakes her head, rocking hard into your fingers.  

“No, I’m so close.” She whispers and you smirk.  

Thankfully, the voices tapper off along with the sound of footsteps, the second she thinks they’re far enough Zelina cries out, loudly.  

“Mas, Mas, Mas (More, More, More)...” She chants as her hips wildly bounce, the woman chasing her release.  

You duck your head, kissing and nipping at the flesh of her chest but suddenly, she cups your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss.  

“I’m gonna cum.” She whispers against your lips and you grin, curling your fingers inside her.  

“Puta mierda (Fucking Shit)!” She cries out, hips bouncing wildly as she cums, tightening around your fingers.  

The woman eventually comes down from her high with the help of your fingers, the woman panting as she nuzzles into your shoulder.  

You reluctantly slip your fingers out of her, the woman gasping as she watches you lick your fingers clean.  

“Fuck...” She whispers, turning to kiss your neck and you shudder, leaning your head against the wall behind her.  

You turn, kissing her neck over and over again.  

“Want to take this back to the hotel?” You ask and Zelina smirks, pulling back so her black orbs can lock with your darkened Y/E/C orbs.  

“You read my mind.”  

                                                           ***

Zelina shoves you back onto the bed, climbing up on top of you, her fingers popping the buttons of your shirt.  

You roll the two of you over, the smaller woman beneath you.  

“Who said it was your turn?” You smirk, gasping when Zelina pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, distracting you enough to roll you over and tear your shirt off.  

She shudders at the newly exposed flesh, her soft hands running up your flat stomach until they get to your breasts, kneading them over your bra.  

You tilt your head back, sighing at the feel of the woman’s lips sucking on your muscled abdomen.  

“You like that?” She whispers and you nod rapidly.  

The woman unbuttons your pants before sliding them down your legs, tossing them to some random place in the room.  

“And you said it was your turn?” She teases, jerking your underwear off and tossing them over your shoulder.  

“Sit up.” She commands and you immediately do so, the woman unhooking your bra so you’re entirely bare, the beautiful woman eyeing you hungrily.  

You grab the hem of her dress, the woman only happy to hold her arms up so you can shed her of the garment.  

Zelina unhooks her bra, about to lift her hips to remove her panties, but it seems as if you can’t wait instead tearing her panties clean off her body.  

“Ugh, si papi (Yes daddy)...” She shivers as she settles on top of you, her sex settling on yours, the feel making you shiver violently.  

“God you’re so wet.” You snarl, shuffling back against the headboard, your arms slipping around her, palms greedily squeezing her ass.  

Zelina moans, rolling her hips, the feel of her slick heat rubbing against yours making your eyes roll back into your head.  

“Yes...” She sighs, her hips rocking harder, the feel of her rubbing against you pure ecstasy.  

“God, yeah, harder...” You beg, the woman immediately obliging.  

“Feels so good.” You groan, Zelina moaning in return.  

Your face scrunches up, your mouth hanging open as you roll into the woman, breath quickening.  

“Are you gonna cum baby?” Zelina whispers and you groan, your fingers slipping between Zelina’s legs from behind.  

The woman lets out a groan, shuddering wildly.  

Small hands settle on your shoulders as Zelina’s hips rock harder, bringing to your highest peak.  

“I’m... Fuck... I’m...” Your voice shakes and Zelina grins.  

“Cum bebe,(baby) cum.” She bites your earlobe and you do, throwing your head back as your body shakes, the woman on top of you moaning at the feel of you cumming beneath her, the feel of your sex wettening against hers.  

You lean in, pressing a sloppy, heated kiss to the woman’s lips, your tongues wildly swirling and flicking against one another.  

Zelina lets out a squeal when you roll the two of you over, your body hovering over hers.  

“I’m not done with you.” You whisper, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before sliding down her body, kissing her breasts, sure to stop to give each of them attention before sliding down between her legs.  

You lift her legs up over your shoulders, pressing tender kisses to the insides of her thighs.  

“Want me to stop?” You whisper, your tongue running along the inside of her thigh and Zelina shakes her head, rapidly.  

“No, no, no... Please...” She begs and you smirk.  

“Zelina Vega, begging me?” You ask and the woman rolls her eyes, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as you kiss her lower lips.  

Your tongue poking between your lips to swipe through her folds.  

Zelina gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair as she arches her back.  

“I’m going to enjoy this...” You playfully nibble at her lips, the woman’s hips canting.  

“Lámame por favor (Lick me please)...” She sighs, breathlessly, letting out a violent shake when your tongue runs through her folds again, this time stopping to tease her clit.  

“So, fucking good.” You purr, Zelina crying out when you dive back into between her legs, licking wildly, unable to get enough of the moaning woman.  

“Oh god!” She cries out, hops rocking as you devour her, giving her clit a hard suck.  

Zelina lets out a high pitched cry and you smirk, pulling the hood of her clit back with your tongue and lashing at it mercilessly, the woman gasping with each lash.  

“Fuck! Y/N!” She screams her body shaking as she cums, your eager tongue lapping up her juices.  

Zelina grunts and you pull back, knowing the panting woman has had enough.  

You crawl up her, wrapping your arms around her from behind and pulling her back against your naked body.  

Zelina laughs, turning around and kissing your lips tenderly.  

“That was...” Zelina pants, grinning and you laugh.  

“Good?” You ask and Zelina giggles.  

“Good? Way better than good, Jodidamente asombrosa (Fucking amazing)...” She purrs and you grin, kissing her lips softly.  

You pull back, smiling when the smaller woman ducks her head, nuzzling against your collarbone.  

You grin.  

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” You tease and the woman groans.  

“Shut up.”

[ohnojustimagine]

Don’t Call It Chemistry

Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Zelina Vega Smut/Explicit; 2035 words

Two content notes: a) this has explicit f/f as well as m/f and b) the reader is a sex worker.

***

You get hired by couples more than most people would think, more than you would have ever thought when you started in this business. Some of your best and most profitable regulars are couples, and mostly it’s a fairly sweet deal. You get the occasional shitty booking, where the husband will insist on fucking you in front of his wife, who’s clearly bored out of her mind while making a passing attempt at feigning interest or jealousy, but generally they’re just looking for some pretty vanilla girl-on-girl stuff. The husband watches you make out with the wife and then go down on her, then he’ll fuck her afterwards. Those are your favorites, because you don’t get to eat pussy too often these days, and your clients are rich enough that the wives are usually extremely hot. The husbands, not so much, but for once that’s not your problem.

These two, however, are both extremely hot, but you’re not sure what their dynamic is. Because they’re very, very clearly into each other (though he’s far more careless about showing it than she is) but they’re also obviously not a couple. Business partners, you guess? Not that it matters, but you’re curious, so you watch, and wait.

They’re both still fully clothed: him in a crisp white shirt and dark gray suit pants, and her in a strapless black dress that’s short and low-cut but expensive-looking, classy. He’s sitting on the end of the bed and she’s in a chair, shapely legs crossed, draped over one another in way that’s making your mouth water.

You’ve taken off your own dress and are standing there in front of them in your bra and panties, hands at your sides. You’re used to being stared at like this, examined and assessed as if you’re an object, something only to be possessed, and it doesn’t bother you. Not, at least, at the hourly rate you charge.

The man looks at you, then looks at the woman, and says, in Spanish, “I could go to a club, pick up a girl this hot and fuck her. Why do we need a hooker?”

“She’s a professional,” she replies, and you wonder if they assume you can’t understand them or if they just don’t care. You try to remember her name… Selena? No, you think, Zelina. It’s a pretty name, you muse, as she goes on, saying, “I don’t want any issues with you leading some girl on and her thinking she can get emotionally involved.” Her voice is even, and it’s clear she’s someone who’s used to people doing exactly what she tells them to do. “You need to think about your career, Andrade, now more than ever.”

“What about you?” he asks her, seemingly unmoved.

“What about me?”

“You said if I won the championship I could have whatever I wanted.”

“I never said you could fuck me,” she tells him, and you get the feeling this is a conversation they’ve had many, many times before. “I said I’d watch you fuck someone else, if that was what you wanted.”

“What I want,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest, and huh, you think, because he’s even more built than you had assumed, well-muscled but thick with it, “is to watch you and her.”

“What?” Zelina asks.

He smiles, smug, like he’s bested her in some way. “I want her to eat you out while I watch.”

She stares at him for a long minute, without speaking, and you wonder if she’s going to refuse, but then she shrugs, studiedly casual, and says, “If that’s what you want.”

His smiles widens into a delighted grin, and he gestures at you. “Kiss her,” he says to Zelina.

She stands up, quite calm, and walks towards you, standing before you. You’re not tall, but even in heels she’s a little shorter than you, her face tilted up towards you. You can tell she’s more nervous than she’s letting on, her hands moving slightly, subtly, as if she’s not sure what to do with them, so you take the initiative, placing your own hands on her waist, your touch light and careful.

She gives you a small, appreciative nod, and follows suit, her palms warm on your bare skin as she leans in, and you feel yourself hold your breath for a moment, waiting, until her mouth presses against yours. Her lips are full and soft, and you want more, but you let her set the pace, gradually opening up as her tongue licks its way into your mouth, lazily sensual.

You hear Andrade inhale sharply, and you decide to push things a little, sliding your hands slowly downwards until they’re resting on Zelina’s ass, feeling your way over the high, firm curve of it, squeezing lightly. She pulls away, breaking the kiss and glaring at you, and you don’t say anything, but you meet her gaze as provocatively as you can, challenging. She rolls her eyes in reply, says, in English, “Fine,” and kisses you again, deeper this time, reaching down and grabbing your ass so hard you wince. You hear Andrade laugh, and her touch eases off into a firm caress, pleasurable enough that you have to whine quietly.

“She’s good,” Andrade murmurs to himself, admiring, and Zelina steps back, licking her lips. You can see she’s breathing more rapidly, her throat moving as she swallows, and you walk around behind her, unzipping her dress, sliding it off her body, letting it fall to the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, so you fall to your knees in front of her, slipping your fingers under the edge of her black lace thong, caressing down her legs as you pull it off. Her thighs and calves are smoothly, leanly muscled, tight under your touch, and you shift slightly, realizing you’re wet, that you’re actually turned on.

Careful, you think to yourself, because genuine desire can be a dangerous thing when you’re with a client, so you take a deep breath, lifting Zelina’s feet one at a time, gently taking off her shoes and setting them aside.

“On the bed,” Andrade says, voice low. He’s taken off his shirt, and he’s rubbing at the front of his pants and Zelina doesn’t say anything, watching him for a minute before she climbs onto the bed, lying back, knees bent, feet spread wide enough that she’s fully open before you. You can see how aroused she is, but you suspect that has very little to do with you and what you’ve been doing, what you’re going to do; what’s turning her on is him, the way he’s looking at her, the way he’s watching you.

You quickly remove your bra and panties, positioning yourself on your stomach between Zelina’s legs, stroking her thighs, breathing in the scent of her, sweet and heady. Her pussy is as bewitchingly beautiful as the rest of her, and at first you only lap at it, delicately tasting, but then her hands are in your hair, dragging you closer, impatient, and you begin to eat her in earnest, sucking and licking, your tongue greedy on her.

You feel Andrade behind you, roughly pulling up your hips, pushing you so your knees are underneath you, and then his cock is at your entrance. You hurriedly reach back far enough that you can touch him, just to make certain he’s wearing a condom, and normally you’d make him stop for long enough to get some lube but tonight there’s no need, because you’re so wet and ready that it only feels good as he slides into you. He’s big, big enough that for a moment you lose your concentration, breathing in and biting your lip as he moves in and out of you.

You hear Zelina sigh in frustration and then snap, “Can you let her finish?”

Andrade laughs, breathless, and stills inside you. “Make her come,” he tells you, and it’s the first time he’s spoken in English. “Make her come and then I’ll fuck you for real, baby.”

And, to your surprise, that’s what you want, for her to come and for him to fuck you. It’s been a long time since you were with anyone like this, least of all a client; in the moment and fully present in your body instead of just vaguely dissociating, always at a slight remove from what’s being done to you.

There’s a connection between these two that’s palpable, the chemistry in the air so thickly visceral it’s affecting even you.

You let out a moan and focus on Zelina, on her clit, tonguing it with what seems to be the right pressure and tempo. “Yeah,” she gasps out, “like that.” She tugs on your hair, grinding against your face, and you’re not even sure you can breathe, but you don’t care as her hips buck up, thighs close around your head, and she’s coming, pussy tightening under your tongue as you lick her through it, wanting to taste every last moment.

And as soon as she’s done, Andrade starts, beginning to fuck you rough and hard. You raise your head, leaning up on your arms, pushing back against his cock with each thrust. Zelina hasn’t moved, lying beneath you, but it’s Andrade she’s watching, looking up at him with such naked, heated intensity that you can feel it, and your own orgasm builds in response, peaking and then spilling over. You cry out, and Andrade drives into you one last time, grunting as he comes.

He pulls out, tossing the condom and immediately dragging you forcefully up onto your knees, kissing you so deep you can barely catch your breath. It’s her he’s chasing, not you, licking the taste of her out of your mouth with a desperate, almost violent ferocity, only stopping when there’s nothing left.

They stare at each other, and you’re still, quiet, aware this moment has nothing to do with you, waiting with something like trepidation. And you don’t know what you’re expecting will happen, but it’s somehow oddly, weirdly disappointing when Zelina simply gets up and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

After a minute, you hear the shower running, and Andrade looks at you. “You can go now,” he says, but it’s not dismissive, not unkind.

He sits on the bed, watching you as you dress yourself. You’d like to at least wash your hands, splash some water on your face and check your hair, but you get the very distinct impression that Zelina is not to be disturbed, so you don’t ask. You’re careful not to overbook yourself, so your next appointment isn’t for a few hours, and you have time enough that you can go home to your apartment, clean up there. You smooth down your dress, slipping on your shoes, and Andrade stands up, walking over to where his pants are hanging over the back of a chair. He pulls a roll of bills out of the pocket, offering it to you.

You hold out your hand, but then pause, wanting to make sure there’s no misunderstanding, telling him, “You know she paid in advance, right?”

He gives you a small, amused smile, saying, “It’s a tip.”

“Oh,” you say. You take the money, and you can tell by the feel of it that it’s at least a couple thousand. Nice, you think, slipping the money into your purse. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he says. He’s more relaxed, surer of himself without her in the room, as if he’s once again on steady ground, and it doesn’t suit him, you notice, makes him seem smug and perhaps a little sleazy. You may not know him, but it’s clear that Zelina is good for him, brings out his better self.

You wonder if he’s aware of that.

“Call me,” you say. “If you’d ever like to do this again.”

“We might do that.” He sits back down on the bed, and you note that we. Not I but we, and you smile.

“Well,” you say. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He nods, and you turn on your heel, feeling his eyes on you as you leave.

[allelitebabe]

Zelina done fucked up cause all of wrestleblr is ready and willing to take Tommy/Malakai off her hands

[south-of-heaven]

A to Z Masterlist

Miss you (daughter!reader)

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hi! i’ve been on tumblr for about a year and a half now but i’m officially starting to write!! i’ve been watching wrestling for a pretty long time now and i’ve always been interested in it. so, as of now requests are OPEN.

i’ll pretty much write anything except for nsfw stuff, for now. once i get more comfortable on this app i think i’ll maybe start writing nsfw😉 it’s also only headcannons and drabbles, not full imagines.

MASTERLIST.

here’s who i write for:

ALL ELITE WRESTLING MEN:

- jon moxley

- eddie kingston

- kenny omega

- the young bucks

- christian cage

- chuck taylor

- trent?

- santana and ortiz

- tony khan

- hangman adam page

- andrade el idolo

- austin gunn

- cody rhodes

- ethan page

- joey janela

- ricky starks

- scorpio sky

- frankie kazarian

- hook

- preston vance

- lee johnson

- brian pillman jr

- will hobbs

- mjf

- cm punk

- jeff hardy

ALL ELITE WRESTLING WOMEN:

- bunny/allie

- brandi rhodes

- britt baker

- penelope ford

- red velvet

- anna jay

- jade cargill

- kris statlander

- ruby soho

WWE MEN:

- drew mcintyre

- randy orton

- dolph ziggler

- big e

- roman reigns

- baron corbin

- cesaro

- seth rollins

- the miz

- finn balor

- damian priest

- john morrison

- the street profits

- edge

- karrion kross

- marcel barthel

- corey graves

- dexter lumis

- ricochet

- elias

- la knight

- fabian aichner

WWE WOMEN:

- bayley

- paige

- carmella

- liv morgan

- sonya deville

- charlotte flair

- alexa bliss

- naomi

- mandy rose

- maryse

- the bella twins

- toni storm

- bianca belair

- zelina vega

- candice lerae

- lacey evans

OTHERS:

- cassie lee

- jessica mckay

- chelsea green

- cj perry

- mickie james

- renee paquette

- matt cardona

- fandango/curtis hussey

- tyler breeze/matt clement

- nia jax

- scarlett

- keith lee

as you guys can see, i write for a lot of people. so you all have many, many choices to choose from! request away, loves💟

[purple-ash27]

This team up ever cross anyone's minds? Team shortie's 😍

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Oh dang, Zelina isn't allowed at ringside? We could have had a reverse Ellsworth with Zelina grabbing the briefcase for Andrade

[wrestlingenthusiast]

Zelina on how Andrade has helped her in the ring on Sirius XM’s Busted Open radio