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seeingstarks · 7 months

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summary : rhea finds herself in the midst of the tribal chief himself, roman. what will happen? pairing : rhea ripley × roman reigns cw : cursing, kissing, innuendos, blowjob, hair pulling, nicknames, sub/dom dynamic a/n : just something small i came up with after watching rhea's promo and as much as i wanna see them feud i can't help but imagine how unstoppable they would be together and how much they'd bicker. x) reblogs are very much appreciated! word count : 716 words tag list : @harmshake

"acknowledge me." the aussie's voice echoed throughout the hallway, a familiar phrase only voiced by the tribal chief himself, few having dared to defy him and failed.

rhea wasn't one to back down from a fight, staring down every single member of the bloodline and spearing them in the process. paul heyman being the only person in her way before her true target, roman reigns.

phone in hand, he dialed up the samoan's number as rhea shook her head with a tsk falling from her dark lips, "i'll do it myself. don't even know why roman keeps you around anyways. you're a useless manager." she yanked the phone from his hands not even caring if she hurt him in the process, fingers pressing down harshly on the keys.

"i'm gonna' bloody kill him! he doesn't mess with dom dom or anyone else for that matter-" rhea was fuming, pacing around the bloodline's locker room which jd had taken over earlier that night, dom was supposed to have matching attire but somehow roman convinced heyman to do his dirty work.

"you wouldn't dare to lay a single hand on heyman, doll. not when i can have those sharp nails wrapped around my neck or proving to the world that mami isn't always on top."

rhea clearly couldn't see roman on the other side of the phone but with how he spoke was with a smirk, smug in tone.

she decided to play along with his so called game, having nothing better to do for the night and get payback for earlier. little did rhea know he was on a jet to see her right now.

"in your nightmares, ro ro. on top no matter the circumstance, bet you're wantin' people to acknowledge you in order to compensate for somethin' else, hm?" rhea had venom in her tone, taunting the samoan with each word however she became more comfortable, laying back against the sofa as she chatted it up more with him, paul making his own quiet leave.

"wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart? good thing you won't have to wait long-" the handle turned and a tall, dark-toned, raven-haired man opened up the door.

rhea jumped up from the sofa, staring daggers into his brown hues. being a few inches shorter than roman the aussie hoped to still intimidate him but roman flashed that shit-eating grin he always did.

instead of it making her stomach turn like usual, it did something else... made rhea press her legs together which roman was quick to take notice.

"look at mami now.. not so immune to me when the tribal chief is infront of her - be a good girl and let daddy take care of you.."

rhea cackled at the man, laughing so hard to the point her ribs hurt and had to catch her breath, "you, my daddy? i'm a grown ass woman, ro. don't need your pencil dick." she scrunched her nose trying to ignore the growing wetness between her legs.

rhea gnawed upon her lower lip, causing some of the black lipstick to smear as she kept eye contact with roman, a few moments passing before they finally pulled one another into a heated kiss battling each other for dominance.

they eventually reached a wall, in which rhea had roman pinned up against it, he could easily reverse her but relished in the fact of being submissive for the woman.

rhea lowered herself as she tugged on his gym shorts and boxers, his exposed length springing free as drool threatened to escape her dark lips, "tell anyone about this and i'll actually kill you."

her lips parted making an "o" shape as her tongue teased the tip of his cock circling it before making way on more of his length, taking it in as roman leaned his head back letting out groans of pleasure.

"that's it, mami." he hummed and reached down to tug at her raven hair before rhea took him deeper, roman starting to thrust his hips against her throat.

"do you acknowledge me now?" he asked with a smirk.

"i acknowledge youmff-" her words were muffled due to having her mouth wrapped around roman's cock, but she was sure he got the point and him calling her mami was icing on the literal cake.

#rhea ripley #roman reigns #rhea ripley smut #roman reigns smut #wwe smut #rhea ripley x roman reigns #wrestling smut #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling drabble #wwe drabble

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botchedwriting · 2 years

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MJF: So Go Ahead and Drive Me Insane.

pairing: mjfxfem!reader, platonic (kinda, anyway — squint and you’ll see some flirting).

warnings: none, unless you count max being a brat.

summary: after an error that he insists the hotel made, mjf is left without the suite he booked. the reader comes to the rescue.

word count: 1,644.

“Do you know who I am, bozo?” You could hear Max long before you could see him and you cringed. You’d think after years of working together - both on the indies and now in AEW - you would have gotten used to him berating people, especially those lower on the totem pole and not as quick to defend themselves, but it never became less off-putting. Your pity went out to the poor front desk associate on the receiving end of his ire. Lord knows it was an easy thing to have happen. The wind blowing in the wrong direction was enough to send the man into a frenzy, demanding to speak to the manager and swinging his proverbial dick around. It was an all too common occurrence and you wanted no part of it.

For whatever reason, in these more escalated situations, Max had a tendency to seek you out. Sure, you were diplomatic enough to deescalate things but you never got the vibe that he wanted that. It always seemed to you like he just wanted someone to co-sign his bullshit, to play the devil on his shoulder and encourage his bad behavior. That wasn’t your style. Unlike him, you came from the lower-middle class. There were no hands out, no fancy clothes. You worked for everything you had and, most of the time, work meant minimum wage jobs pandering to customers just like him. You knew from first-hand experience that service workers were critically underpaid, overworked and any mistake made was thanks to human error as opposed to malicious incompetence. You weren’t going to be on his side so why get involved?

With his designer suit-clad back turned towards you, you kept your eyes straight ahead and made your way towards the elevator. You were on track for an easy escape when the associate glanced your way, probably hoping for you to save him. Max followed his gaze, whipping his head around and breaking out into a sly grin.

Damn it, you thought, I was on your side too.

“Hey, toots, come here!” Max bellowed at you. Instead of acknowledging him, you ducked your head and continued on your path. Someone with even an ounce of self-awareness would have realized they were being given the cold shoulder. Unfortunately, that was one trait he did not possess. Instead, his voice got louder and his antics more obnoxious. It was the snapping that irritated you enough to come stomping over.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced over at Max before you focused your attention on the hotel employee. “What’s going on?”

“This fucking idiot-” The question wasn’t directed at him, but Max was sure to answer anyway. A sharp look from you shut him up.

“Chill out, I wasn’t talking to you.” Again, you turned towards the employee, offering him a smile as your gaze dropped to his name tag before focusing on his visage. There was no way this kid was even old enough to drink and you were even more annoyed at your co-worker for lambasting him. “Todd,” you said, doing everything in your power to keep your voice even and kind, “What’s the issue?” Help is here now, kid.

“Well, uh,” Todd began, his voice practically dripping with anxiety, “we, uhm...” He trailed off as his gaze met Max’s. The older man was scowling now, chest puffed up and just as agitated as before. Sensing you were losing him, you tapped a manicured nail against the top of the desk, grabbing his attention. You nodded at him to continue. “We don’t have a reservation here under Mr. Friedman’s name.”

Max scoffed. “Bullshit!” He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got the confirmation right here.” He didn’t pull it up, but he still shoved the phone in Todd’s face. “Tell him I should be here! Tell him I’m not some fucking rando, okay? I’m with the same God damn company everyone else who booked a room at this shit hole works for.”

The tirade was going to continue so before Max got the chance, you spoke again. “There’s no available rooms right now?” Reluctantly Todd shook his head. “Okay,” you breathed, wracking your brain for a solution. “What about the other hotels near here?”

“Well, because of the show...” He didn’t even need to say it. Double Or Nothing was a big event. With fans coming in from all over anywhere nearby would be booked too.

You knew you couldn’t just leave Max out here to harass this kid. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. I checked in earlier today.” Like he was supposed to, you wanted to add but didn’t. If Max could just follow one single normal procedure maybe this could have been caught before it was late at night and options were slim. “He’ll room with me tonight and tomorrow we’ll see if we can figure something else out, okay?” Todd nodded, confirming he was on board (as if he cared, all he wanted was this maniac away from him) so you looked over at the other member of this confirmation. “Seriously, Max, no more arguing. Let’s go.”

You turned and started, again, towards the elevator but stopped not long after when you realized he wasn’t following. He stood in the same spot, gaze flickering from his luggage to you and then back again. You knew what he was asking without him having to say it. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m grabbing your bags. Get them yourself so we can go.” You paused. “Please.”

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With only minimal complaints from your temporary roommate, you managed to get the both of you not only out of the lobby but in your hotel room. With the door shut and the bags on the floor, you made quick work of grabbing one pillow off the bed and setting it up on the sofa. Playing the good hostess, you looked over your shoulder at Max as you fluffed it. “Let me know if you need a blanket or something.”

“Excuse me?” He was incredulous, almost mocking and you stood up straight, shoulders stiffening as you now gave him your full attention. “I am not sleeping on that thing.” Okay, sure, it wasn’t the fanciest of accommodations. Something you knew he expected and was most definitely used to. But, last you checked, beggars couldn’t be choosers. “This isn’t the suite with a view that I booked. It’s bad enough I have to settle for... this. But now you want me to sleep on the couch? I won’t fit.”

“Jesus Christ, Max! Okay, what do you suggest then?” You’d do anything to placate him so you could end this conversation and get some rest.

“I get the bed and you sleep on the couch.” You stand corrected: not anything.

“That’s not happening. This is my room so it’s my bed.” Maybe you should have left him in the lobby. He could have been literally anyone else’s problem but you made him yours.

“If it’s yours, that makes me your guest, and what kind of monster doesn’t make sure their guest is comfortable?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed in you before he kicked his shoes off. Hopping on top of the covers, he leaned back against the headboard and smirked. “Unless you plan on joining me, it’s about time I get my beauty sleep.”

“Fine! Scooch over.” You snatched up the pillow you’d just put down and threw it in the direction of the bed, purposely aiming for his surprised face. He definitely didn’t expect you to take him up on that. “I’m going to get changed and then you’re gonna let me get some sleep.”

With that, you grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom. In desperate need of rest, you just threw your hair up and changed into your most conservative pajamas. The kind of guest you had tonight didn’t need to be impressed by your appearance.

When you returned, you spotted Max’s fancy suit jacket hung carefully over the back of the couch with the rest of his outfit meticulously folded next to it. Surprised, and suddenly worried about what you were about to see, you spun around, letting out a relieved sign when you saw him sitting on the bed in a pair of sweats and an AEW t-shirt. Rid of his pretentious attire, he almost looked approachable. “I didn’t know if you preferred the left or right, so I figured I’d wait for you before getting too comfortable. Wouldn’t want you waking up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“You’re fine where you are.” You appreciated the gesture but you had no preference. You’d sleep upside down if it meant you’d get to rest. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do..” You trailed off, grabbing the first pillow you saw and putting it right in the middle of the mattress, creating a little barrier. “No crossing your side, got it?”

He laughed. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Finally getting under the covers, he gave you one last look. “You’re the one who needs to worry about keeping their hands to themselves. No woman can resist all this.”

Settling in for the night yourself, you shook your head, the snarky retort you had never left your lips. “I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself. Goodnight, Max.”

The two of you were curled up on your sides, back to back with a flimsy piece of bedding in between. The silence had barely settled before Max was speaking again. “Hey, toots?”

“Mhm?” You hummed, lacking the energy to even complain about the pet name he’d bestowed upon you when you’d first met.

“You really saved my ass tonight. I just wanted to say I appreciate y - it.” He actually sounded sincere and you smiled into the darkness.

“You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t go to sleep...”

#mjf imagine #maxwell jacob friedman imagine #aew imagine #mjf drabble #maxwell jacob friedman drabble #aew drabble #wrestling imagine #wrestling drabble #botchedwriting

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ruenii · 1 year

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Tim, [pointing his staff at the human traffickers]: YOU ARE OUTGUNNED

Jason, [hyping him up]: WHAT?

Tim: OUTMANNED!

Jason: WHAT?!

Tim: OUTNUMBERED OUTPLANNED

Jason: PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!

Tim: PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN ON MY COMMAND

Jason: HAND EM OVER!!

Tim: THIS IS HAMILTON MY RIGHT HAND MAN!

Jason, [getting his guns out]: PWO PWO PWO PWO PWO-

Goons: *shaking* what the FUCK are Batman feeding his partners--

#tim drake #jason todd #dc #batbros #suki drabbles #jason and tim have monthly musical reenactment nights #duke and steph come by as well sometimes #duke slays as angelica #damian sees tim jason and duke act out candy store and bully bruce #needless to say dami hides from them whenever its 'that' time #dick wanted to join them too #jason & tim: sorry but its MIDDLE CHILD only privileges <3 #dick: :(#cass may not be able to say she means sometimes but she supports them nonetheless ^_^#and by that it means she has fun wrestling w her siblings whenever theres a fight scene #alfred is quietly cheering them on bcos you cannot tell me alfred wasn't a theatre kid #bruce wants join but is too emotionally incompetent to ask #batfam

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lady-charinette · 1 year

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Rei and Kazuki started training together once Rei recovered enough to be able to safely do physical activities.

Rei had to adjust to life with one functioning arm, he had to make his left arm his dominant one now.

They practiced hand to hand combat, weapons training, trying out all the moves to gain the quick reflexes Rei used to have.

Then, the real training began.

Kazuki rubbed his forehead in distress. "Who peels tomatoes like that?!"

"I saw it on TV."

Kazuki grumbled. "I guess we have to throw the TV out."

Rei gave him a panicked look. The TV seemed to have replaced his video game obsession hobby, even though Kazuki was secretly working on trying to buy a controller Rei could use with one hand. He wasn't about to tell him that though.

Yet.

"Alright, time to move onto more practical things. Drop your pants."

Rei turned around mechanically, with the fluidity of a robot malfunctioning. "...What?"

Kazuki crossed his arms. "I said drop your pants."

Rei's eye twitched. "...What?"

With an exaggerated eyeroll, Kazuki suddenly grabbed Rei's hips and hooked his fingers around the loops on his pants.

Rei jumped. "O-Oi!" with his one arm, Rei tried to grip onto both of Kazuki's hands to deter him from pulling down his pants. Kazuki was persistent and tried swatting away at Rei's arm.

During their scuffle, they had somehow ended up falling on the floor, now wrestling each-other awkwardly. "Oi, Rei! Stop being stubborn, I can't keep following you to the bathroom forever! What if you have to go number 2? I won't call the nurse for you anymore!"

Rei growled and tried locking his legs around Kazuki's waist to trap his arms at his sides. "I told you I can do that on my own! You just follow me to the bathroom whenever I go there!"

In the heat of their wrestling, the two highly trained assassin's failed to register another presence in the room with them.

It was Miri.

Standing in the doorway, the 13 year old stared blankly at her papa's frozen on the floor at the sight of her, Kazuki on top of Rei, one hand fastened on his belt. Rei's legs were locked around Kazuki's waist, trapping one arm at his side.

Miri coughed. "...Karin-san warned me something like this might happen when I'm older..."

With a flaming hot face, Miri quickly dashed down the stairs. Laughter could be heard from a certain young woman.

Kazuki's eyes widened. "KARIN! WHAT ARE YOU TEACHING OUR DAUGHTER!?"

#buddy daddies #bd #kazurei #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #miri unasaka #karin izumi #kazurei drabble #bd drabble #buddy daddies rei #buddy daddies kazuki #buddy daddies miri #they're gay your honor #karin definitely said they fuck if miri ever finds them wrestling or training together mwuahaha #my fic #my fics

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good-beanswrites · 3 months

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hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not.

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.”

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.”

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously.

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.”

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms.

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back.

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days.

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder.

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?”

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #haruka sakurai #thank you so much! this one was super interesting to write 👀#the thing is even though they dont have any direct problem between them they would still have a hard time communicating #but once they DO communicate there would so much they could learn from/help each other with!!!#this is leaning into my theory that kotokos murder (like harukas) was a rightful emotion that spiraled out of control #it really puts it into perspective how young kotoko is when you remember shes not too much older than haruka #and theyre both susceptible to strong emotions that stem from feeling weak int he face of the big scary world #but kotokos sees her as some blessing of power to serve her heroic thoughts and haruka sees his as a curse #ty to my pals who helped me find the exact spot in the timeline i was looking for 🙏#although kotoko doesnt believe she can change that easily she 100% undergoes the exact type of dramatic change as the others #once again referencing the arm wrestling info from yamanaka #between that and the fact that strangulation actually takes a fair amount of power #i just think its very good to remember that haruka is so physically strong #also something something kids looking up and wanting to be like kotoko and her complex emotions on that....#these two are sooooo interesting AH #drabbles

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johnslittlespoon · 2 months

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i'm soooo like. ?? about the fight scene i'm sorry i'm so stuck on it i have so many thoughts about the episode in general but obv we were all waiting for that scene specifically lol

i genuinely was so convinced the fight was gonna be a diversion and the reason they showed it in last episode's teaser was to get people to be like gasp! the boys are fighting! and then in this episode be like psych it was all part of their plan

but it wasn't?? john was just literally losing it a little bit?? it felt like a call back to the john and curt "i want you to hit me scene", we know john gets self-destructive when he's hurting or upset, he'll do anything to feel something, even sabotaging himself or his relationships/friendships.

so it makes sense but mannn i didn't expect it to be legit. breaks my heart that he seeks comfort or like sanity through violence like that and especially hurts that gale is pushed to swing at him when he's so far from an aggressive person

but they also both didn't seem very affected by it (not that mota ever gives us a ton by way of processing emotions) and i doubt it's something that would affect their friendship deeply; it's obvious that they're both hurting in different ways and i can't see either of them holding it against the other outside of like making jabs at the other for it in the future lol

i'll have more coherent thoughts eventually, i was just so taken aback and it's rly interesting with their dynamic and is gonna produce so much brainrot from me lmfaoo

#also it was so very hot but that's an aside SJGDK #that goes without saying lbr #it was not the wrestling in the mud that i expected #but i ate that shit up regardless #time to deep dive into my google docs for the night #and also get back to some drabble asks hopefully #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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chaos-chloe · 3 months

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MIND GAMES

PLANTONIC! SETH X OC

“You want to play mind games on your older brother?” Who can say no to that question……

On January 28, 2022, Adeline arrived at The Dome at America's Center in St. Louis, Missouri as an undercover security guard making sure everything was going as planned. Only Seth and Triple H knew she was here but nowhere in sight, till they heard a knock on his temporary office door.

“Sierra”

“Hotel”

“Inda”

“Echo”

“Lima”

“Delta”

“Shield”

I’m backstage pumping myself up by bouncing back and forth on my feet, as I am watching Seth march the way we used to many many years ago. Feeling nostalgia and power at the same time seeing my brother's face drop when he hears that music.

Oh, the worst is yet to come “Tribal Chief.”

As Seth is rolling over the barricade laughing, my brother is trying not to show any emotion. Now, Seth just needs to give me my que to come out. Seth asks for the microphone that Ms. Sammatha is holding hopefully nicely, she hands it over no problem while stepping back towards the ropes.

“Now I know that I shouldn't be doing this buuttt, it needs to happen. Roman, I think you are missing a special someone from your bloodline, aren’t ya?” The crowd goes absolutely feral while Roman is trying completely stone faced.

“And I said Hello Satan, ah.”

I strut around that corner with fans going more feral than when my dear cousin The Rock came back earlier. I smile and soak in all the fans that missed me, I see one poster in the crowd stating “I MISS HECATE” I point and smile at it, while shaking my head up and down confirming it was me. I am dressed in an updated version of my old shield gear, making a statement that I was on Seth's side. High waisted black cargo pants being held up with a black utility belt, with a slightly cropped black long sleeve shirt with a vest on, with mid-calf black and gray combat boots and a black mask making me look like a ninja. Going for a slightly old Seth look since he was the high-flying ninja back then. I continue my way down to the ring on beat with my music, slapping a few hands of fans. When I hit those steel stairs, I knew in a way I was gonna interfere with this match, even if it meant I took a hit for Seth. Seth sat on the second rope letting me get into the ring, marching my way up to Roman; taking down the mask and questioning his way of running WWE.

“o le a la le manatu o tina i lenei mea?” I inquired about him while walking away to Seths’ corner of the ring. The crowd “ooh” and “ahh” watching Roman and I interact with each other for over 8 years. (“so, what does mom think about this?”)

“Trust me, Mom isn't happy with you at all, especially with the FULL bloodline dear brother!” I yelled over the crowd to Roman. Front row definitely heard that and laughed.

“Now you beat his ass in any way shape or form, just don't let him win. I got your back, so keep an eye out for me.” while patting Seth's shoulder ducking under the ropes, jumping from the apron to the floor. I put my elbows on the apron crossing my arms doing a signature move from a coworker Hook looking bored and unamused.

“As in for pinfall for the Universal Championship. Introducing the challenger, being accompanied by Hecate Reigns, from Buffalo, Iowa; weighing in at 217 pounds SETH FREAKIN’ ROLLINS.”

“Now introducing the from Pensacola, Florida, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the undisputed WWE Universal Champion, ROMAN REIGNS” as roman walked up to Seth all cocky with the title raised up in his right hand.

“You ain't shit without your family, oh wait your goons!” I snapped at my older brother that I don't want to claim.

The bell rings and they size each other up. ”Oh my god, let's get it going boys.” just being annoying but Seth laughs at me. Seth taunts Roman and Roman charges but Seth ducks and goes behind. Roman escapes. They go at it and Seth nails right hands to the face. Roman launches Seth into the corner and unloads with big forearms. Seth quickly turns it right back around and beats Roman down, then stomps away. Seth goes on and hits a Sling blade.

Seth sends Roman over the top rope and into the barrier. “Come on Roman, you’re letting him toss you around like a little ragdoll. Jeez, it's like you need your goons by your side.” I sighed in fake disappointment to taunt him.

Seth runs the ropes and nails a suicide dive, sending Roman back into the barrier. Seth returns to the ring, plays to the crowd for a pop, and nails another big suicide dive.

“WOOO let's go Seth!” “Show him again!” “Come on, no wasting time!” I screamed encouragement at Seth.

Seth keeps control and rolls Roman back in. Seth laughs at me while waiting on the apron for Roman to get up. Seth springboards in with the flying knee but Roman

knocks him out of the air with a big right hand. “Now how's that for your boy toy, huh?!?” Roman tries to rile me up but I shake my head in disappointment. “OH, NOW YOU ARE WANTING TO PUT SOME WORK IN, HUH?!” I yelled back.

Why is it so easy to get in your head, Roman? Aren’t you supposed to be “The Head of the Table?

Roman with a Drive-By now. I winced hard at that cause I knew that had to hurt. Roman runs around and leaps off the steel ring steps but Seth boots him in the gut in mid-air. Seth then catches Roman; I run over and help Seth with a big Shield Bomb through the announce table feeling complete nostalgia. Seth and I crouched down laughing and looking feral with power. Fans are going wild while Seth brings Roman back into the ring. Seth nails a top rope Frog Splash but Roman kicks out just in time. I start banging both my hands on the apron to get them going again.

Seth wastes sometime after climbing back up in the corner. He goes for the corkscrew “ROLL OUT!” Giving Seth a fair warning, since it looks like Roman is going to duck out of it. Roman goes for a Spear but Seth kicks him. I breathe a quick sigh of relief, that his ribs aren't broken yet. Seth keeps fighting and hits Roman in the back of the neck. Seth follows up with a Buckle Bomb and then hits the Stomp for a huge pop. Roman kicks out just in time and Seth can't believe it, he is looking over at me, while my hands are on my face gob smacked. Fans are also in shock.

“Come on, stop being shocked for a minute, be The Architect again. Get in the mind set, it's time for more mind games." I start sprouting my thoughts off my head so Seth's gears can start turning again. Seth starts scouting toward the corner I'm in to pick himself back up using the ropes.

“Come on Big Dog. Come on Big Dog.” Seth starts taunting Roman to recover and get up again, I laugh along with Seth.

Seth goes for a Stomp but Roman turns him inside out with a big clothesline. “Jesus, I told him to think like the architect, not Hunter’s dog.” I whispered to myself.

They're both down trying to recover but Roman snaps a bit and scurries over while down, mounts Seth and unloads with strikes as the referee warns him. “Yes, Roman take it out on the referee because he is doing his job correctly.” I shake my head in disbelief “You straight, ref?” I ask and he nods back at me. Roman powers Seth up and slams him with a big powerbomb in the middle of the ring for a 2 count. Roman looks angry that Seth still has energy in this brawl.

“You just gonna shit on everything that we did, huh? That's fun to you, huh? You're gonna laugh at me, huh?” Roman questions angrily but Seth just replies with a laughing “Yeah” He stops and unloads with forearms, Seth blocks a shot and pulls Roman into an armbar in the middle of the ring. “There you go, you're thinking now Seth!” I exclaimed at him while banging on the apron near him. Then, Roman powers up and slams Seth with a big powerbomb. Roman is holding on the ropes gathering himself while I'm screaming for Seth to get up, yet Roman is just muttering nonsense to himself.

“Really, can't you say that with your chest!?” “Mama and Rocky were right about you going crazy.” I start rambling, Roman shakes his head at me.

Roman picks up Seth by the back of his vest to send him into the ring post. Seths’ body falls to the floor, i go over to check up on him and assess him but Roman follows quickly and launches him into the barrier, sending him over into the timekeeper's area. Then Roman tries to shoo me away from the madness he sends Seth into (the steel ring steps) and keeps control. Seth does whisper to me that he is okay.

Roman brings it back in and stands tall so the crowd can acknowledge him but most boo along with me, as my thumbs are down. Roman levels Seth with a Superman Punch but he still kicks out at 2.

Yes, he aint winning with us here…. “Come on Seth, come here and catch ya breath.” I try to encourage Seth. Seth rolls outside for a breather by me. I see roman stalking his way over here, i think quickly for Seth. “Imma take this one but be behind me so you can break my fall.” he nods for a minute but realizes what's gonna happen a minute too late. Roman runs towards Seth but I push him down, Roman delivers the spear to me instead. Landing on Seth, the crowd gasps but starts booing at Roman, while I'm rolling on the left side of Seth near the broken announce table holding my ribs. It feels like the majority of my ribs are broken and it's getting hard to breathe. “Thank you for listening to me this once.” I groaned over to Seth.

Roman stands up realizing what just happened, not apologizing but staring at me with a blank shocked face; there is no remorse whatsoever. Roman brings it back into the ring and gets the crowd riled up with mostly boos, I’m sitting on the floor with my back being supported with the barricade. Roman calls for the Spear and runs but Seth turns it into a Pedigree. I cheer as loud as my lungs would let me, but Seth is slow to make the cover; so Roman kicks out right before the 3 counts. I groaned in pain and annoyance.

Fans chant "this is awesome!" Now I started cheering with them and banging my feet on the ground. Seth readies in the corner and gets the "Burn it down!" chants going as he stomps. Roman side-steps the Stomp and they trade shots in the middle of the ring. Seth with elbows and kicks to the head as he unloads. Roman powers out and rocks Seth. They run the ropes and Roman hits a big Spear. Seth starts laughing while down on his back. Roman is up to his knees first. Seth offers his fist for a Shield-style fist bump.

“Come on Bro, I’ll always cover for you. I’ll always love you.” Seth is still offering him the fist bump in pain but laughing slightly. I get up and get in the ring near Seth and offer Roman the same fist bump. My hand on the left side of Seth's hand.

Roman paces now as Seth and I keep laughing and ranting about The Shield, still down on the mat right beside each other.

“Come on, it's all for the love brother, Come on please.” I beg along with Seth.

Roman snaps a bit and grabs Seth, then drops him hard into the Guillotine submission, I jump back on the apron. Roman tightens the hold as Seth tries to break free and get to the ropes. I started cheering for Seth to reach the ropes, hoping he would follow the sound of my voice. Roman tightens the hold even more but Seth fades and his arm drops before he can touch the bottom rope. Referee Charles Robinson checks the arm, but Seth grabs the bottom rope, with my assistance pushing the rope towards his arm, without the referee knowing. I hear some claps behind me, knowing the fans are on Seth’s and I’s side. Sadly, Roman keeps the hold locked as the referee counts to 5, he doesn’t let go and the referee calls the match while Seth is holding the rope.

“Jesus Uce, you are that sour!” “Now everyone knows that you still haven’t beaten Seth Rollins.” I exclaimed toxically.

After the bell, the referee yells at Roman to break the hold but Roman rants about Seth deserving this and forcing him to do this. Roman finally breaks the hold and gets back to his feet. Seth is still down, and the fans and I are not happy. Fans chant "Roman sucks!" Now the so-called ‘The Tribal Chief’ looks out at the crowd. Seth is still down; I’m whispering in his ear encouragement to get up and out of the ring. Roman slowly exits the ring and walks over to a steel chair.

I get up into the ring by Seth to console and help him in any way possible, not keeping an eye on Roman. I help Seth to his feet while he is holding on the ropes, I'm hovering around his right arm to keep his balance. We start to hear “Boos” from the crowd, I'm thinking it's just Roman being “The Tribal Chief”. Seth and I are backing up and my eye catches him in the corner with a chair. As he is about to hit, I run back and take the chair shot to my back. I black out due to the chair hitting a certain nerve. All I remember is darkness and the raging “Boos” from the crowd.

I DO NOT OWN WWE OR ANY OF THE ROSTER/WRESTLERS. I don't own the banners/breakaway points, nor the music lyrics incorp into the fanfic.

I own ADELINE/HECATE, that's it. please repost/like just don't copy my work please and thank you!!

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plentyoffandoms · 4 months

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Love Letters (WW2 AU)

Main Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: nothing.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @littlehorrorshop

WC: 608

My dearest Eddie,

Life hasn't been the same since you left. It is like all the fun has been taken out of my life. I get up, see your mother, and then work down at the airfield.

Yes, that is right. I got a job fixing aeroplanes. I had to do something to help with the war effort, and since women can not sign up to fight, this was the next best thing.

The girls I work with are very nice and have asked me to join them when they go out after work, but I head home to our now quiet apartment, and listen to the radio or read, as I now don't have you to tell me the ending to the books anymore.

I used to get so angry at you whenever you did that. I would be halfway done, and then you would come in and tell me how it ended.

But now Eddie, oh how I wish for you to do that. I wish for you to be home with me, us dancing in the living room to our favourite song.

I miss your voice. How you always left your clothes next to the hamper. I miss you cooking for me, even though it would always end up cold and burnt, but most of all, Eddie, I miss the love you brought to our home.

I miss you walking into our apartment at exactly 5:35 pm, each night after work.

But most of all, I just miss you.

I regret coming home now, knowing that it will be empty and I go to bed alone.

Please come back to me, my Eddie. When you proposed to me, you told me nothing could ever take you away from me.

Please keep your promise and come home to me. I love you forever and always.

Forever yours,

YN.

My beautiful YN,

I always look forward to your letters. They bring me such joy in moments of darkness. I re-read each and every single one when I get a moment to myself.

I am happy that you found something to occupy your time while I am away from home. I know you are lonely, and I hate that I have caused you such pain.

I know that if I was home right now, you and I would be getting our apartment ready for our annual New Year's party.

All our friends and family crammed into our apartment, but to see that smile on your face as we danced with everyone around.

To count down to the new year and to grab your waist and give you the New years kiss.

I keep your photo in my pocket, right over my heart. I wish I could tell you where I am right now, but I can't.

I can tell you that I miss you and that I dream of you. I dream that I will wake up from this hell hole , my arms wrapped you as I hold you in our sleep.

I miss coming home to your smiling, beautiful face. You telling me about your day as I enjoy your delicious cooking. The two of us cleaning up the kitchen before we go and enjoy our evening dancing and listening to the radio.

I miss taking you on dates. Showing you off to everyone in Yonkers. Letting them look at the most beautiful woman in the world.

I love you the light of my life.

I love you more than anything in this world, and I want you to never forget that.

I will come home to you, YN.

This I promise you.

Your Eddie.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @eddie-kingstons-wifey

#aew #all elite wrestling #reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #eddie kingston imagine #eddie kingston drabble #eddie kingston #Eddie kingston fic #eddie kingston x reader #eddie kingston x female reader #eddie kingston x f/Reader #wrestler imagine #eddie kingston ww2

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thebest-medicine · 2 months

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Day 11: Squeal

Tickletober 2023 - The Owl House - Emerald Trio - lee!Hunter

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: (now for a brief break from critical role lol) based on the cute photo from the thanks to them end credits. [continued here]

Words: 300

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“No way!” Gus cried triumphantly. “Captain Avery would never lose to Chief Engineer O’Bailey!” His arms hooked around Hunter’s ribs, heaving him backwards and nearly on top of the other witch.

“Heh- that’s what you think!” Hunter chuckled, maneuvering his arms so that he could reach back and grab Gus around his middle. Hunter pitched forward with a laugh, tugging Gus up over his shoulder and onto the sleeping bag beneath them.

They struggled back and forth a moment, Hunter impressed but still moving a little slowly in this close sparring range to give his friend a chance.

Maybe he underestimated Gus’s hand-to-hand combat ability, he realized as Gus locked one arm around Hunter’s neck.

A moment passed. “Heh not bad, but—” Hunter’s eyes bugged out as he felt a scribbling set of nails against the back of his neck. Before he could stop it, a surprised squeal escaped his lips. “AHHHHIIIII HAH-”

“You forget, I know your weakness, O’Bailey!” Gus chuckled with an evil grin.

“Nahahahaha- Gus- thahahahat’s cheating- ahahahahahah-” Hunter whined.

Gus’s fingers on the tickling hand skipped about, tweaking at Hunter’s ears and shoulders and neck and even the backs of his armpits. Hunter found himself giggling, hunched over, weakly slapping every so often at Gus’s hands when he could reach them or they tickled a particularly bad spot along his back or neck.

Hunter’s laughter grew as Gus’s fingers crept down his spine, tickling from the base of his skull to his shoulder blades. “Ahahaha- nooooohoho!” Hunter wheezed. He wriggled under Gus but let him continue his game, despite the allegations of cheating. Feeling more carefree and silly than he had in a long time—maybe ever, Hunter lost himself to giggling.

— That is, until Willow barged in moments later to even the odds.

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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If You Want to Come, You Better Beg… (18+ Drabble)

Pairing(s): Cody Rhodes/Fem. Reader

This was a request by the lovely @codyzaynia . I didn't expect to get this up so soon and I'm sorry that it's so short. But I hope you enjoy! 💙💙💙

Tags: 18+, orgasm denial, sex toys, non-penetrative sex toys, overstimulation, begging, sadist!Cody, restraints.

Word Count: 401

Gone was the usual gentle, soft, and jovial disposition I came to know Cody for. Now, the eyes that met mine were wicked. Absolutely wicked, as he held the vibrating wand right on my clit, and he didn’t let up. No matter how much I sobbed.

He knew my tears were of feeling oversensitive and ready to burst. I could feel my pussy contracting and relaxing with every jolt of vibration sent right to it and as Cody moved his wrist ever so slightly.

“Let me come, Cody!” I sobbed, trying to roll my hips to get as much friction from the wand as I could. I was only met with a dark chuckle from Cody. He shook his head, and he pressed the wand more firmly onto my clit, giving me sweet relief for a few long seconds before he eased off once again.

“Yess- nooo. Codyyyy…” I whined tearfully.

Cody’s blue eyes lit up as they caught the desperation in mine. I blinked away frustrated tears and glared angrily at him, but he didn’t care. This was way too amusing for him. He let my sensitive pussy and he slowly trailed the wand upwards. He let the vibrations run along the insides of my thighs, up to my stomach, caressing my breasts and my equally sensitive nipples. I moaned and whined loudly as the sensations ran down right to my clit before the wand was even pressed against it once more and I pulled against the restraints around my wrists, half-heartedly trying to loosen them. But I knew it was no use. Even if I did break loose, I knew Cody wouldn’t give me what I so desperately wanted. It wasn’t gonna be that easy.

Cody brought the wand back down between my legs and my back arched like a cat in heat. a lonesome tear finally slipped down my cheeks as he placed the wand over my entrance, barely grazing it. But I still felt the vibrations and my juices flowed freely, making the wand get slicker. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Cody, I need to come. Let me come!” I sobbed once again, hoping that he’d take some pity on me but to no avail.

“If you want to come, sweetheart… I better hear you begging.” Cody smirked and I… Well, try as I might to rebel against his wishes, eventually we both got what we wanted…

#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes x female reader #cody rhodes smut drabble #wwe smut drabble #wwe drabble #wrestling smut

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underratedandoverit · 4 months

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Hello there!

i wanna request just..The best friends, Orange, the whole group just in a hug pile...for some reason I'm very soft when it comes to hugs

819 words best friends (orange cassidy, kris statlander, trent baretta, chuck taylor)

ssssoooo i may or may not have finally rewatched stadium stampede from all in 2023 and i still have A LOT of feelings about that match. so this takes place the day after that. i just wanted them all to be very sweet to the suffering little clementine 💜 i hope this is anything, enjoy!!

can be read as platonic or shippy poly friends, whichever floats your boat theres minor mentions of blood but thats about it, other than that its just friends supporting friends and fluff

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Everything ached. Cassidy was awake, but refused to open his eyes, feeling the pounding on the side of his head, followed by the stiffness in his neck. Even trying to move his arms as he rolled to his side on the bed hurt, putting any strength into the movement made him feel like he was going to throw up from the sheer pain alone.

He was very aware how rough last night had been, both physically and mentally, but it had been such a long time since Cassidy had last felt it like this that he had almost forgotten how bad the pain was. Getting battered, bruised, and bloodied was one thing, watching his friends go through it as well mostly because of him was another, him shoving his hand into glass and getting cuts and blood everywhere was a whole another suitcase he didn’t want to unpack.

Cassidy winced a little at the sound of the hotel room door opening, even the quietest sound feeling like rumbling in his ears. Even the stadium he had performed the night before didn’t sound as loud as that in his head.

He wasn’t obviously going to get any more sleep so he forced his eyes open, it taking a second for his vision to focus, watching as a familiar looking hand lowered a small bottle of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand next to him. Cassidy carefully moved his head, eyes looking up towards Kris, who only smiled back at him as the pain was so obvious on his face she didn’t want to make it worse. He watched as she turned away from him, a finger rising on her lips, clearly shushing the other people in the room on his behalf.

Cassidy was thankful, but it wasn’t like it was going to make that big of a difference.

Without a word he slowly sat up, the painful moans and groans following every movement until he was finally able to throw his legs over the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes to steady himself for a moment, trying to push the painful headache away for at least long enough until he got something to relieve it in him. Reaching an arm for the bottle of painkillers was equally as painful, and Cassidy wasn’t going to lie if someone asked how he was holding up.

Barely.

He struggled for a moment trying to get the bottle open, followed by a defeated sigh as after a few weak attempts he wasn’t making any progress. As Cassidy was about to give up, another hand joined in, carefully taking the bottle from his hands, easily rolling the top of it open and pouring two pills out of it into the palm of his hand. Cassidy watched them, quietly, without a word popping them into his mouth before he was offered the glass of water. He glanced up at Trent, who only nodded back to him and continued to hold the glass for him even after Cassidy reached for it, making sure it was in much more secure hands than in the blond’s trembling ones, carefully tilting it so Cassidy could get a proper drink out of it.

Getting even slightly hydrated was doing him some good, but Cassidy had to admit he still didn’t feel much better. He knew it was going to take some time for the painkillers to kick in, and he just had to wait. Unfortunately for him he was an impatient one, but the soft brush of a hand against his arm soon caught his attention, Cassidy glancing over his shoulder back towards the bed, seeing the familiar face of Chuck smiling back at him as he carefully took a hold of the blond’s arm, nudging him softly back to the bed.

With a little help from Trent to try to help with his aching body, Cassidy was soon positioned in front of Chuck who was sitting up against the headboard, hands carefully running over the tensed up upper back of the blond. Cassidy tried to keep quiet as he felt the jolts of pain through his body, but little by little the hands carefully massaging his back were starting to have the desired effects. Cassidy could feel himself slowly relaxing, his breathing easier, the headache beginning to fade.

After a while the hands stopped, Chuck just steadying him a little as his arms wrapped around Cassidy’s midsection, pulling him against his chest. Cassidy didn’t resist, feeling comfortable for the first time in hours, even more so as he felt the bed shift on either side of them, more arms pulling them into careful, comforting hugs as Kris and Trent joined in.

There was a hint of smile on Cassidy’s lips as silence fell back into the hotel room, all of them just settling in comfortably in each other's arms. These truly were his best friends.

#drabble #character: orange cassidy #character: chuck taylor #character: trent baretta #character: kris statlander #wrestling fanfiction #aew fanfiction #request

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botchedwriting · 2 years

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Joey Janela: I Drug Your Ghost Across The Country And We Plotted Out My Death.

pairing: joey janelaxfem!reader.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, one sad bad boy.

summary: right off a win with a wrestling legend joey can’t even be excited about it as his break up with you weighs heavily on his mind.

word count: 636.

Joey had never really believed in hauntings. He’d laugh when regaled with outlandish tales of eerie apparitions — when you’re dead, you’re dead, you know, he’d say almost mocking, the slyest of grins gracing his features. That was the hubris of youth. But, you see, he knew better now. You’d made him a believer. He just never thought it’d be the living he had to worry about, the living who would crawl into the deepest corners of his mind and remain there, following him from shitty town to shitty town. You were the specter keeping him up at night.

Even now, sat at the bar of some dive, he was hunched over, the weight of you resting heavily on his shoulders. This was meant to be a celebration. Brett had convinced every performer on the card (ya know, the ones old enough to legally drink) to come out tonight. We’re bonding, he had said, eliciting a snort from Joey. “Yeah, like one big happy family,” he had quipped but ultimately agreed to come along. He was regretting it now. His mood just didn’t match the festivities.

“Dude, what a fucking night!” From his side came Mance Warner’s loud, boisterous voice and Joey cringed. Clapping a hand on his shoulder, his friend grinned at him before looking over at the bordest looking bartender Joey had ever seen. “Whatever this guy wants? Put it on my tab. This dude just beat X-Pac.” He said it like it was meant to be impressive but she didn’t react and neither did Joey. Nothing really brought him joy anymore. Not wins, not dream matches, not the random women he’d take back to his hotel rooms to keep him company. You must have packed his happiness in your bags when you left.

He’d hate to admit it, but he understood why you bounced. It wasn’t the nineties anymore. Living like a rockstar wasn’t required for wrestlers but he still liked to use that as an excuse. It was his job that required him to make such risky decisions, to drink too much, to stop caring about his well-being. You’d spent more time worrying about him than you ever should have. You were safe, smart. The life of chaos he lived didn’t suit you. Maybe shit was always destined to end up this way. You were a trooper, though. You stuck by his side as long as you could, maybe longer than any sane woman would have.

No one could say he didn’t love you as best he could. But, man, did he take the little things for granted. His new bachelor pad was sparsely decorated and now he missed those fruity candles that he’d teased you about. Freedom was nice, sure, but nothing beat coming home to someone genuinely excited to see you. There were no ‘welcome back’ embraces, no ‘I missed you so fucking much’ kisses. He came back to nothing, to no one. There was no one to nag him about smoking inside or complain when he left his dirty clothes on the floor.,. or make sure he ate a homecooked meal or just let him know everything would be alright.

He would never be able to tell you it, simply because you deserved better than the kind of life you’d live with him, but he missed you. A lot. But, knowing there was nothing he could do about that, he’d settle for what he could have: the memories of life with you and whatever distractions he could find. And, as luck would have it, as he lifted his gaze from the bottom of his empty cup, he spotted a pretty distraction with red hair and a nice smile sitting at the end of the bar. He locked eyes with her and smirked. It was time to make his move.

#wrestling imagine #wrestling drabble #joey janela drabble #joey janela imagine #joey janela x reader #joey janela / reader #joey janela #botchedwriting

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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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Red. - Roman Reigns Headcannon

Pairing: Dom!Roman Reigns x Female! Reader (In her 20's)

Warnings: Dominant! Roman, Over The Edge Smut, Spanking, Dumbification, Hair Pulling, Very Smutty (18+ Readers Only), mentioning of a daddy kink, Slight Age Gap!

Requested By: N/A

Roman was known to have a short temper when it came to you

Every time when you were out with him, he made sure that everyone knew you were claimed by him

He was the only one to drive you over the edge, the most explicit sex you'll ever have in ages

Roman would talk dirty before proceeding to ruin you

"This pretty pussy doesn't fail to fit nice around my thick dick whenever I pound you right into the mattress, huh?"

His veiny palm landing on your ass would get you going just enough to drip onto his sheets

He LOVES his girl face down, and ass up with legs propped on either sides of his shoulders

Roman loves to fuck you dumb, and don't forget his love for humiliating you with his words

"Love when I fuck you dumb, you like me fucking you dumb, baby girl?"

The thought of you yelling out his name brings him to the edge

While you're getting pounded by Roman, he would have this nice grip on your hair, pulling your head back as he watches from your point of view

Your mouth hangs wide open (like you were at the dentist) for him when he brings you down to your knees

Spitting in your mouth, then giving you this massive, passionate kiss making your pussy throb and cream for his dick

Crying out for his dick only made him enjoy you pleading for him to turn you inside out

Violent trembling legs was what he wanted out of a girl like you, you calling out to the heavens, making sure his claimed pussy was taken good care of before aftercare

Holy fucking shit, is this real? You would think

"I don't know how you stay so tight for daddy after countless times of him. ruining. that. pretty. pussy. time. after. time. again."

Forehead against your forehead, Roman knows how to take care of a girl right and giving her what she needs.

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fbfh · 2 years

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Okay so Billy’s breeding kink is HOT

But do you think he’d lowkey be afraid to be a dad bc of his father? Or want to be one out of spite??? - 🧍🏽‍♀️

AGREED MY DEAR I AM JUST STANDING HERE ANON!!! IT IS VERY HOT!!!!

I feel like his breeding kink is much more hypothetical at first yk,, like his junk is like KNOCK THEM UP but his brain is like BUT DON'T ACTUALLY DO IT THOUGH OKAY?? like he definitley did not want kids for the longest time bc he realized what a huge responsibility it actually is, how easy it is to fuck them up and how important it is not to

but as time goes on and his relationship with max gets better (and it gets like way better than either of them ever imagined it could be) and he's there for her while she's growing up and for all the important stuff he realizes wow I'm actually fully capable of being a good influence on younger people???? and the more he falls in love with you he finds himself actually really wanting a little baby

whether it's planned or not, once that ball gets rolling he is so on top of his shit and so fucking determined to be a good dad and betwee max and the baby, now that he's in the role of adult/parent figure, he can't possibly fathom not being there for either of them!!!!! much less being shitty towards them!!!! it really drives home exactly how astronomically shitty neil was by how easy it is to love and care for the kiddos in his life

and yeah it still takes a lot of hard work to make sure he's doing his best to take care of them but it's so so worth it!!! plus the fact that he and max have such a great relationship now makes him also kind of realize that hey, if he does make some mistakes as most parents inevitabley do, it's nothing that can't be overcome with care and communication and love so either way everything's going to work out just fine

then once all that does click,,,, oh BOY get ready bc he wants a big ass family!!!! you'll have a gaggle of rambuctious little boys running around and wrestling and playing superheroes like aunt El and watching scooby doo!!!!! and aunt max teaching them how to skateboard!?!?!??!??!?!?!? billy strikes me as the type to have like a million boys and one girl so get ready for that lmao

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #drabbles #LITERALLY ONCE IT CLICKS HE'S GONNA HAVE A PASSEL OF RAMBUCTIOUS LITTLE ANKLE BITERS #A;JA;SLDKFJSLK #I'M ALL SOFT THINKING ABOUT IT #HE TEACHES THEM HOW TO FIX CARS #WRESTLING AND SCOOBY DOO ARE CONSTANTLY PLAYING AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT #THEY'RE JUST SO FULL OF ENERGY #IT'S SUCH A NICE GOOD MASCULINE ENERGY IT'S AMAZING #HE TEACHES THEM HOW TO BE HEALTHY NON TOXIC MEN!!!!!#IMPORTANT!!!!!! <333

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