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• shut your mouth before i fuck it — rhea ripley •
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{ summary } — a house party for liv’s birthday turns sour for rhea upon catching you getting a bit to comfortable with the birthday girl. she reminds you exactly who you belong to.
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, wlw, oral sex, scissoring, strap-on, markings, hickeys, groping, public teasing, hair pulling, jealous sex, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, dom!rhea, mommy kink, brat taming, fingering, choking, forced orgasms, vaginal sex ,rough sex, penetrative sex, female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting
{ word count } — 4.2k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x rhea ripley
{ genre } — smut
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the air was thick, a mix, a stench more like it of alcohol and tobacco flooded rhea’s nostrils, a cloud of smoke fluttered across her cheeks from an unknown and quite frankly intoxicated party goer, reeking of cheap whiskey and menthol, the scents alone caused no harm, but the combination of the almost vinegary scent of the cheap drink along with the pungent, and quite frankly overpowering mintiness of the menthol made her eyes water, desperately trying to suppress herself from dry-heaving. god, why does liv need to go above and beyond with her parties? they’d become meaningless in rhea’s eyes, just another year closer to death she always says, why would you feel the need to celebrate something so morbid?
rhea let her eyes tiredly scan liv’s kitchen, the room looked more like a barren wasteland than a place she could drunkenly cook breakfast in the morning, empty bottles and cups strewn across the floor, vodka spilling out from the closest one beside her feet as she tried her best to not ruin her shoes with the substance. a pizza box with the contents half eaten inside, an inebriated couple doing what she could assume was making out behind the counter, although she did not witness much kissing in the second she had made eye contact, more like clashing teeth and absentminded face sucking it seemed.
her ears began to ring from the sheer loudness of the music, it wasn’t an exhilarating ring you’d like the one you’d get during a concert, but more of a banshees shrill directly into her eardrums. she turned the corner into the living room, to find it more populated by inhabitants of the party, rhea was certain that she did not even recognise or know about ninety percent of the partygoers, maybe a handful at most, liv’s house almost about to burst at the seams from the amount of drunken bodies squished so tightly into one room.
she met the eyes of a partially drunk dominik, the youngest of her quartet slumped against the wall furthest from the crowd, eyes sunken with a drunken stupor, slowly batting in and out of sleep. a sober and steadier damian priest keeping a watchful eye over the judgment day’s protégé. rhea made her way towards them, keeping her side firmly pressed against the wall so as to not get lost in the crowd of intoxicated bodies.
damian met her gaze with a soft nod in acknowledgment, opting to stay silent rather than strain his voice with screaming over the blare of music and chatter. he motioned for dominik to do the the same, offering a light tap to the back of the boy’s head in encouragement and more to rouse him out of his intoxicated state. dominik stared up at rhea, eyes glassed over and bloodshot with inebriation, his head craned forward slightly with a small nod before slumping back against the wall.
“have you seen y/n anywhere?” she questioned through a yell, despite having leaned into priest’s ear. the tallest of the three, furrowed his brows at the question, almost trying to comprehend the words that had just left rhea’s lips.
“wasn’t she with you?” damien queried, the deep rumble of his voice seemed to match the bass of the music
“wasn’t she in the kitchen with liv?” dominik slurred, trying to stand before damian shoved him back down by the shoulder, a silent warning to keep still until he sobered up.
“i was just in the kitchen.” rhea retorted, her accent becoming more predominant and thick the more her anger and impatience swelled within her.
“what are we talking about?” an all too eager finn balor chimed in, that irish charm rang thick in his accent. hands full with whiskey, handing one to each member aside dominik, who gave a sour scowl, clearly not amused at the way he’s been cut off from the drink. damian, annoyed with having to play chaperone to the youngest, rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.
“do you know where y/n is?” rhea responded with a dull, annoyed tone in her voice. “i’ve been looking for her for the past ten minutes”
“wasn’t she with you?” finn quipped with a puzzled expression.
“no.” rhea fumed, impatience burning inside her veins.
the irishman pondered in thought for a moment, pressing his shoulder into the wall as a group of stumbling drunks passed him by. rhea grew anxious at the prospect of her love being lost in a crowd of drink-fueled idiots, though her exterior remained cold and stubborn.
“out with it!-“ the sheer magnitude of rhea’s voice was enough to bring dominik out of his drunken stupor for a moment, the youngest butting the back of his head against the wall he’d been resting it on. a groan of pain followed, priest’s usually calloused demeanor broken for a second as he tried to stifle his giggles at poor dominik’s pain.
“alright, alright. don’t get your fucking panties in a twist, jesus.” finn resumed his train of thought, practially unfazed by rhea’s impatient mutterings.
“oh yeah, i remember now.” finn clicked his fingers all too chipperly upon his remembrance. “last i saw out in the yard with liv. by the pool i think.”
“thank you” rhea remarked, downing the drink before handing, well rather tossing the cup back at finn, who, along with priest and dominik stood perplexed. watching her squeeze through the sea of bodies.
“what’s her problem?” dominik questioned wearily, finally coming out of his beer and whiskey fueled haze.
“i’d rather not find out…” damian sighed, eyeing the now empty bottom of his drink.
finn gave a small sigh in contemplation, effectively choosing to ignore rhea’s attitude for the time being
“well, i don’t know about you lads but i’m getting me another drink”
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rhea kept silent, shoving her way through the plethora of bodies, offering those who dared to question her motives a piercing glare. the glass sliding door glimmering with fairy lights strung loosely over the top frame, whatever she could make of the outside reminded her of an oasis. she could make out your figure through the smoke haze of the fog machine, she’d recognise your figure anywhere. she reached the door, peering out into the dead of night, the only light was from the living room, projecting out into the crystal blue of the pool.
there you sat at the edge of the pool, feet lazily swishing the water. your body only shielded from the gaze of others with a tight black, micro bikini. rhea cocked her eyebrows at the ensemble, noticing that it was definitely not the outfit you’d worn when arriving. the faith you’d put in that piece of cloth was astronomical. your breasts barely covered, bar your nipples, so full and round, the string keeping the piece together was holding on by a literal thread. her eyes traveled down reaching the axis of your hip, having to squint her eyes to even make out the matching thong. your perky ass in full view and on display for all onlookers to see.
rhea envisioned a scenario in her mind. the ensemble would burst at the seams, falling off your body like nothing more than a feather. your full breasts spilling out of the fabric, bouncing with their movements, so supple and soft. your pretty cunt bare and exposed, ready to accept punishment from her tongue and fingers. the buildup of wetness and arousal between rhea’s thighs just from the sight alone was almost too much to ignore, just to hear your sweet moans and pleas as she devoured your sweet pussy in front of everyone would definitely be a sight to behold. it was the perfect excuse and rhea needed the fresh air anyway.
the aroused trance faded for a moment as she came to. rhea gazed further into the night, further into you. another figure swam idly t your feet. the birthday girl had emerged from the watery depths, resting her head upon your thigh. liv’s eyes stared lustfully into yours, her lips eerily close to your clothed cunt, rhea observed the way you squirmed slightly whenever liv seemed to mutter out a sentence. your hand nestled in the blonde’s hair, massaging lightly, a playful glimmer in your eyes.
despite the shine of blue from the pool, rhea saw red. you were too sweet and naive to notice but rhea clearly understood liv’s lustful intentions, despite the two of you being friends. rhea kept her demeanor calm for the most part, trying to quell her anger whilst it boiled deep inside her chest. she stormed outside, almost certain she’d ripped the door clean off its hinges. she made a beeline for you, paying no mind to the birthday girl, she grabbed your wrist as you hastily tried to wrap a towel around your lower half and retrieve your clothing.
“rhea, what are you?-“
“we’re leaving.” rhea remarked bluntly, dragging you away.
“i’ll talk to you tomorrow liv!” you shouted through the middle of music and crowd noise, leaving the poor blonde alone in the pool.
rhea dragged you around to the side entrance, she did not want anymore unwanted eyes on the body she’d rightfully claimed as her own to stare at.
“hey! where are we going!?” you retaliated, trying to pry your arm from your girlfriend's grasp. she remained silent, a scowl permanent on her lips.
you’d made it to the car with much defiance on your part. she opened the door, practically throwing you in the passenger seat with a disgruntled groan. quickly taking her position in the driver's seat.
“what the fuck is your problem?!” you seethed at the fiery aussie, who merely stared dead at the road, knuckles gripped tightly, flushed bone white against the leather of the steering wheel.
“hello?!-“
“why you gotta dress like a little whore around liv? you know she’s got the hots for you, princess”
“is that really your problem,” you scoffed “liv is just a friend and i can dress however i want it’s my body”
rhea’s hand released from the steering wheel, sneaking under the towel to tightly grip your exposed, still damp thigh. her strength alone sent a shiver down your spine and a thump of arousal straight to your core.
“princess…” she began. her eyes never leaving the road but her fingers creeping up to the string of the thong, toying with it between her fingertips
“i know your body better than anyone. i know how you feel, the way you taste, the way you liked to be manhandled and fucked out. i know things that liv only wished she knew”
you rolled your eyes at rhea’s statement, pretending that her words had no effect on you, despite the blush burning hot against your cheeks. her fingers caressing the skin of your hip with featherlight touches.
“so..?” you remarked, trying not to stutter through your words. “you don’t own me”
rhea gave a half hearted chuckle at your words
“oh sweetheart, but i do” she began. “who puts that pretty cunt to sleep at night? who makes you gush like a waterfall? who leaves you begging and screaming for more. it certainly ain’t liv”
a satisfied smirked crossed rheas lips, acting all proud as if she’s won the argument, if you’d even call it that, her fingers released the string with a tight snap against you skin, the feeling sent shockwaves to your core. rhea couldn’t help but let her eyes fall off the road for a moment, to your breasts again as she did by the pool, how they bounced and jiggled with every bump and dip in the road. if she weren’t driving right now she’d rip that microscopic piece of fabric right off your form.
“you’re so insufferable” you mumbled to yourself, loud enough for her to hear, folding your arms across your chest.
“you won’t be saying that when my head is buried between your thighs, sweetheart”
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the rest of the drive home was met with disgruntled silence from both of you. rhea pulled up into the driveway in silence. only a glance on her part that allowed you to exit the car. you did albeit meekly with some retaliation, only for her glare to harden. she followed you up the stairs, grinding her hips against yours as you reached the front door, her hands held a death grip on your waist as you shakily fiddled with the keys.
“hurry up princess, don’t keep mommy waiting now”
you gulped thickly feeling her hands trail up your waist as you hastily unlocked the door. you entered, desperately trying to make a beeline for your bedroom but rhea held you back for a moment, kicking the door closed with the heel of her foot.
“hold on a second.” she ordered. keeping you grounded in your position momentarily. her fingers twirled the corner of the towel haphazardly tucked into itself, keeping a shield between your body and hers. she ripped it from your form with haste, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.
she inspected your body for a moment, letting her hands roam your form, squeezing and groping your supple flesh in her palms.
“such a pretty little get up” she remarked at the two-piece. her hands coming up to cup your breasts in her large palms, feeling your nipples harder under the still-damp fabric.
“and why didn’t i get to see you in it first? why did you have to parade yourself in it for all those people to see, like a little whore?” rhea hummed against your skin, sucking and nipping the skin in the crook of your neck.
“i..” you mumbled through a moan as rhea’s hands grew more aggressive.
“c’mon, use your words like a big girl,” she teased, pinching your nipples through the fabric.
“i…i wanted to surprise you mommy…” you lied through your teeth. you just wanted the attention. rhea always gave you the utmost love and attention, but you wanted to experience it from strangers, feel their unknown eyes wandering your body, so hungry for a taste they’ll never get to try. you got off on it and you knew that secretly rhea did as well.
“hmm, sure you did princess” her lips popped against your skin, a reddish mark left in their wake, one that would take days to heal. she snapped the strap of the bikini top against your skin, earning a harsh hiss on your part.
“upstairs.” she commanded. following you close as you trudged up the stairs, arousal pooling between your thighs. she pushed you into the bed harshly, already positioning herself between your thighs. your fingers hooked into the string of your thong to pry them down for her before she swatted your hand away with a rough slap.
“keep ‘em on”
you obeyed.
she licked a hot stripe against the fabric. the faint feeling of her tongue pressed against your covered clit had you shivering. she gave soft kisses to your core, tonguing the flesh around your clit, bypassing your sensitive pearl each time. you whined in frustration, wanting her to just devour your cunt.
“what?” she smirked. “you didn’t think i was gonna play nice with you after that stunt you pulled back there?”
you went pale at the thought. rhea was never ever liberal with her punishments.
“oh sweetheart. i’m gonna have so much fun with you”
she undid the ties to the thong. the small bows at your hips fell with ease. her slender fingers prying at the fabric, your cunt slick with arousal, leaving a damp spot in the material. you heard her hum in contentment, her tongue jutting out past her bottom lip, the glimmer of her tongue piercing just barely visible under the dull moonlight bleeding from the small cracks in the blinds.
“so wet for me…” she remarked, although her voice lowered, a growl almost present in her words. she kneeled before you, hooking her arms underneath your knees. dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. she marveled at the sight between your thighs, your cunt drenched, dripping with sweetness and warmth, she smirked to herself, knowing that it was indeed her doing.
with no warning she dived in, the cool sensation of her tongue piercing made you shiver as the metal made contact with your sensitive clit. she maintained eye contact throughout, those piercing blues staring directly into your soul as she devoured you. her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and nibbling at your swollen pearl. maybe you should flirt with liv more often if this were to be your punishment.
your hand fell into her hair, tugging at the dyed, coal black roots, pushing her head down so her tongue could fuck you senseless. she smiled into your warmth at the action, opting to accentuate your pleasure. she pulled away from your warmth for a second to speak, her breath heavy and labored.
“such a pretty girl, you love getting off on mommy’s tongue don’t you?” she cooed, keeping her lips close to your clit, peppering gentle, featherlight kisses to your outer walls each time you squirmed into yourself.
“yes mommy” you panted breathlessly, groping your breasts absentmindedly. she gave another soft smile, returning her head between your thighs, this time with the addition of two fingers, her middle and ring fingers. as she tongued your clit, slowly, making sure you could feel the metal of her piercing with each swirl, she added her fingers, beginning to spread your folds and fill your void with ease.
she would not go easy on you, oh no. despite her trickery, leading you into a false sense of security before she absolutely wrecked you. her tongue flicked your clit in rapid succession, her fingers pumping and curling deep inside your cunt. she kept her eyes on you, how you’d squeeze and toy with your breasts, the flesh now free from the miniscule restraint of the bikini top, pierced nipples now on display. rhea’s free hand came up to tug on one of the piercings, twirling the black bar between her thumb and forefinger, adoring the way you squirmed and whined at the new sensation.
“thats it you dumb little girl, fuck yourself on my fingers for me”
rhea could taste how close you were, how your cunt throbbed around her fingers, how your swollen clit twitched with every movement of her tongue. her spit spread across your folds and inner thighs, sweetness forming a pool in the bedsheets below. you could not hold out much longer, the pleasure was far too much for you to handle. you tried your best to refrain, to stop the flood gates from opening, and you knew there would be consequences if you were to cum without her permission.
“m-mommy-” you whimpered through choked moans, hips circling so your clit could receive more friction from her tongue.
“yes, baby” she hummed into your clit. her words buzzed against your skin, leaving you numb in pleasure, afraid to spill over. you held out for a moment, trying to come to but your words would not leave your throat, seemingly trapped like concrete in your chest.
“you wanna cum don’t you?” she queried, the twang of her australian accent running thick as she moaned into you. you nodded, far too hastily for you own liking. you would have liked to hold out for a moment or two longer, just for the feeling of her tongue but you couldn’t wait much more.
“then cum. show me how much of a good, obedient girl you can be”
you heeded her words, sweetness gushing like a fountain from between your thigh prompted by her. she smiled into you, drinking you in as if it were her first taste of heaven. and in heaven she was, she pried her fingers from your warmth, returning her hands under your thighs once more, dragging you closer so she could fuck you deeper with her tongue,
she’d left your thighs shaking upon coming down from your high, breathless and sopping wet as you tried to regain yourself. she silently excused herself to the closet, leaving you to bask in your post-orgasm thoughts for a moment or two, staring up at the ceiling you noticed the small chips of paint beginning to flake and the thin cracks around the lighting fixture, something you hadn’t really picked up on before. not that it mattered.
rhea soon returned, standing in front of you, her body bare, the only concealed parts of her skin were those covered in ink. her tattoos suited her frame so well, bringing character to an otherwise blank canvas. in her hand she held a harness and your favorite dildo. it was a simple, sleek design, black silicone with little purple hearts encased on the mold, roughly about eight inches in length and roughly five inches in girth. one that she had used on you many times beforehands.
you watched on silently as she prepared herself, her body hovering over yours as she fastened the toy into the harness. her breath labored slightly as she teased your folds with the tip of the toy, pressing it rather harshly against your swollen clit, a whimpered breath left your lips at the action.
“you gonna be a good little whore for mommy?” she questioned, cocking her eyebrow playfully as she stared you down, jutting her hips forward, the tip of the dildo grinding against your entrance. you squeezed your eyes shut, pleasure once again rising between your thighs as her hips guided the toy across your clit.
“uh ah, sweetheart” she slapped your cheek lightly, rousing your eyes open.
“look at me” she demanded, taking you by the chin, forcing you to look up at her. she repeated her phrase. emphasizing each word that left her lips with a pause
“y-yes mommy…” you whimpered meekly, feeling her grip on your chin loosen. a smirk creeped upon her cheeks, sliding the toy deep inside without warning. a choked gasp left your throat, feeling the dildo fully succumbed inside your warmth, to the point where you could feel her warmth radiating through the thin harness.
“oh fuck, baby. look how well you take it” she forced your head to look down at yourself. how your cunt clenched around the thick toy, how it bobbed in and out of your warmth complemented by rhea’s thrusts.
“god…if i had a cock i would breed this pathetic cunt day and night” rhea’s growls resonated in the surrounding silence, echoing in your ears with such devilish praise. her body hovered over yours, securing you against the mattress, her breasts bouncing with every thrust she gave. you angled your head up slightly, the tip of your tongue barely grazing against her perky nipples, the buds swollen and hard from the chill of the midnight air.
rhea hissed in delight at the sensation, in response, her hips gave a rather hard thrusts, a whirlwind of moans fluttered from your lips. she let her head fall between the valley of your breasts, licking a hot stroke up your skin, sucking and nipping the area and the surrounding mounds of flesh, marking you up with lustful bruises, all in varying shades of purple and pink. she let her lips trail to your right nipple, kissing the sensitive, pierced flesh lightly before biting down on it, tugging the bar between her teeth, letting her tongue roll over your nipple, leaving a glossy wet trail in its wake.
“oh baby, you look so fucking good. you love getting dumbfucked don’t you, my sweetheart? there’s not a thought in that empty head of yours is there?”
her words mocking yet falling on deaf ears and very much so. there was nothing on your mind other than achieving orgasm. rhea fucked you so well that it made you legs weak, your mind grew hazy and rotten with all the filthy ways she could ruin you. rhea could sense your impending orgasm, opting to hook a leg over your shoulder, pressing down deep into you, feeling the tip of the toy hit your cervix with such delicious force.
“oh sweetie, you gonna cum? oh i know you do, just look at the way your pretty cunt throbs for me”
you felt a moan catch in your throat, your cunt so swollen and overstimulated, not just from the toy but from her tongue also. orgasm teetering in the edge of release
“mommy please! oh fuck yes- make me cum, mommy!”
rhea increased the speed of her thrusts, her own cunt soppy and dripping with sweetness.
“make a mess for mommy, baby. show me how a good girl cums”
you released, sweetness gushing like nectar from between your thighs. it’s a pity rhea couldn’t taste you for a second time, but watching you cum all over her makeshift cock was good enough for her. rhea pulled out of you, spurts of your warmth still squirting from you each time your cunt clenched and pulsed. she left you breathless, unable to speak for a moment.
“such a good girl” rhea praised, quickly removing the harness and the toy, throwing it to the floor beside the bed, before resting herself atop the headboard.
“now…” she began, tugging you lightly by the hair, leaving your head positioned between her thick, inked thighs.
“come give mommy a kiss”
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●Damian Priest x Reader●
Summary: You are training with Rhea, Dom, JD and Damian. Rhea blurts out one of your secrets infront of everyone. How will Damian react to what he heard?
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Walking into the Performance center locker room, I toss my bag down on the bench and sit down next to it. I start changing into my practice gear when the locker room door opens and in comes Rhea.
"Y/N! There you are! I thought you weren't here!"
"Nope! I'm here! Just getting ready!"
I stand up fixing my top looking down. Rhea stands infront of me with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. I look up at her confused.
"What's that smirk for?"
"You dressed like that knowing who is gonna be training with us today."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Yeah right."
She grabs my arm and we make our way out to the ring that she picked. I stand on the side looking into the ring seeing Dom and JD practicing some moves on each other. I look over at Rhea and cross my arms.
"So we are training with JD and Dom?"
"Yes and someone else too."
She winks at me and almost on cue, Damian walks up behind us and puts his arms around our necks. I jump and elbow him really hard in the stomach. He gasps and leans over, putting his head on the apron holding his stomach. I cover my mouth with my hand shocked, looking at him. Rhea starts laughing and climbs up onto the apron.
"Nice to see you too Y/N."
"Well don't scare me like that and this wouldnt happen."
I climb up on the apron and get into the ring. Damian stands up looking at me and shakes his head. He climbs into the ring with us and we start practicing.
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We practice for a little more than 2 hours. I am laying in the middle of the ring breathing heavy. Rhea is sitting in the corner getting a drink. Damian climbs into the ring, walks over to me and puts out his hand. I grab his hand and stand up looking up at him. He hands me a water bottle slightly smiling. I take it and turn to look at Rhea.
"Is that all for today?"
I open the water bottle and take a few sips. She stands up and looks at me and Damian.
"Any particular finishers you wanna get hit with before we are done?"
I look at Dom and JD on the outside than back at Rhea.
"The Riptide. Obviously. Andddd..."
I look back at Damian standing in the corner than back at Rhea.
"South of Heaven?"
"Anything to get Damian's hand around your neck huh?"
I gasp and look at her shocked. JD and Dom are outside the ring snickering. I slightly turn my head to see Damian has his jaw dropped staring at Rhea. I look back at Rhea and shake my head. She looks upset at what she just said.
"I'm sorry I said that loudly. I didn't mean to."
"It's fine. Let's just get this over with."
Rhea grabs my wrist and gets me into position for the Riptide.
"Ready?"
"Warn me next time. Damn. Yes I'm ready."
She lifts me up and slams me down onto the mat. I lay there looking up at her taking deep breathes.
"How was that? You okay?"
"I'm good!"
She grabs my hand and pulls me up. I fix my top than turn to see Damian standing behind me. Rhea rolls out of the ring and watches with the boys. I turn around and Damian puts his hand around my neck. He smirks looking at me with me not noticing that I'm biting my lip. He leans into my ear whispering.
"This what you wanted babygirl?"
I gulp feeling his breath against my ear and neck and shake my head yes letting out a little moan at the nickname.
"Meet me after this at my hotel room. I'll have my hand on your neck all night if you want."
I shake my head yes looking at him with puppy dog eyes still biting my lip. He flings my arm over his shoulder, lifts me up and hits me with a South of Heaven. I lay there looking up at him taking deep breathes. He smiles looking down at me and puts out his hand. I grab his hand and he pulls me up. I fix my shorts looking over to where Rhea and the boys are supposed to be. I look at Damian.
"I guess they left."
"Good. Let's get to my hotel room than."
May be a part 2 🤔
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good luck charm ✧.* | cody rhodes x reader
cody rhodes x fem! reader
summary: brock flirts with reader, leading to cody's jealousy. in the end, reader is cody's good luck charm to getting the beast down. ·˚ ༘
genre: fluff + implied smut ·˚ ༘
a/n: cody has had me in a slight chokehold lately, so here's a fic for you guys who have been in the same boat <3
mondays were always the longest day of the week. the start of a fresh new week, but also having to be at work for monday night raw was always something you had to get used to, no matter how long you had worked for wwe. you were currently in the locker room that you shared with your boyfriend, cody rhodes, as you watched him prepare to go out to the ring and cut a promo.
"how does this look, babe?" he questioned, as he finished putting on his suit jacket. you looked up at him, softly biting your lip, "so good, i feel like you know what you do to me when you look this good every week." you said, as you wrapped your arms around him. "maybe i do, i just like hearing it." he said, as he pulled you in for a kiss.
you heard a knock at the door, followed by the crew calling for cody. "you're up next cody!" you smiled softly, as you heard cody respond with, "on it!"
"duty calls. you got this, baby. i know brock keeps coming and attacking you, but i know you're strong enough to take him. i have to get ready for my match now, but i'll be keeping my eye on you." you added, kissing his cheek softly.
"thank you, babe. good luck tonight. i love you." he said, kissing you one more time. "thank you, baby. now go out there and make brock pay!" you said, chuckling.
once cody had left, you started to get changed into your attire, but still never taking your eyes off of the screen. something about your boyfriend had always put you into a trance. the suits he wore, the confidence he had when he spoke. you truly were lucky, and you knew it too. you softly gasped, as you watched the screen, seeing brock lesnar come and attack cody from behind, starting to beat him down.
you knew cody would be able to handle himself, but he was already injured. thinking quickly, you tied your boots quickly, and went out to the gorilla. fans knew you and cody were together, and everyone looked at you two as a power couple. you looked over to see triple h and stephanie mcmahon, one of the greatest wrestling power couples to exist, give you a nod of approval. once you got the approval, the sound crew knew to hit your music, as you ran out to do your best to save him.
the crowd roared at the sound of your music, yes chants flowing, and the commentators went insane. you came with no game plan, just a lot of hope. as you slid into the ring, you looked up at brock lesnar, gulping. you knew that as strong and powerful as brock was, he would not do anything to hurt you specifically. so you did what you knew would be your best option, you hit him with the best slap you possibly could.
brock's head turned at the slap, but he let it off with a laugh. "aww, what's the matter, sweetie? i attacked your boyfriend? why don't you get yourself a real man?" he said, laughing, as he started to grab you by your waist.
before brock could do anything more, you watched cody hit him from behind. you slid out of the ring, as you watched cody finish him off with a cross rhodes, before him ending him off by yelling, "don't ever touch her again!" once brock was finally laid out, cody found you and slid out of the ring, pulling you into his side. "thank you, baby. but, please be careful." he said, whispering into your ear, followed by you nodding, and following him backstage.
once you were backstage, cody pulled you into a hug. "god, i almost killed him once i saw him flirting with you, y/n." he said, followed by a slight chuckle. "i really need you to be careful, i don't want brock, or me to be the reason anything bad happens to you." he said, sighing. you smiled, and pulled him into a hug. "baby, you're forgetting that i do this for a living too. i know brock is scary, but i would do anything to make sure you're okay too. if it wasn't for the slight distraction, you might not have gotten him as good as you did." you said, as you pulled him out of the hug. he nodded, and you heard your name called before he could respond.
"y/n! your match is next." you nodded, as you saw your opponent, bayley making her way to the gorilla. cody smiled, and looked down at you. "hey, you're gonna kill it out there. you always do. thank you, for always being my good luck charm." he said, planting a kiss on your lips. "thank you baby, you're my good luck charm. every single day." you replied. "ooh! what do i get if i win tonight?" you questioned, jokingly. cody smiled, and placed your hair behind your ear, before whispering into your ear, "you'll just have to wait and see, now won't you." he said, teasingly, before running his hand up your back softly, and planting a kiss on your cheek. "make me proud, baby." he said, slapping your ass softly.
the end.
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hi everyone!! this one was so much fun to write. please let me know if you would like a part two, or leave any requests you have for me. thank you all, and let me know what you think!
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jealousy | rhea ripley
rhea ripley x fem!reader
summary: you and rhea aren’t anything official, but you’re still jealous upon seeing her flirt with others.
word count: 3,838
warnings: just slight sexual implications i think?
a/n: WOW um okay hi, i haven’t posted writing on this blog in YEARS but i recently got fully back into wrestling and have developed such a love for rhea ripley. so i decided to start writing again, but it’s been so long this definitely isn’t my best work. here’s to getting back into the swing of things i hope! (also i know samantha is engaged to ricochet and ofc all of it is just character work, but it made for a good plot soo)
Rhea was a flirt. That much was true long before you, and it was certainly not a secret to most. She had the charm, and of course the looks, so people were naturally drawn to her, and she loved that. Flirting, to her, was fun – harmless fun, for the most part – and typically it never went beyond cheeky comments or tantalizing gestures.
So when Rhea began flirting with you, initially you didn’t think much of it and really had no reason to. She was attractive – incredibly attractive – and her voice could melt you instantly if you let it; but this was just her thing. At first, you would catch her staring at you backstage or at other company events. Then, she started making it a point to tell you how beautiful you looked each time she saw you. From there, you were texting a lot more and hanging out outside of schedule. But still, it was never anything official and they were never labeled as “dates,” which you internally hated yourself for forgetting.
Because now, you were jealous. A fiery red jealousy that had you feeling betrayed without the entitlement to do so. For some reason, you thought things seemed different between you and Rhea. She seemed more serious and attentive, even remembering small details you’d told her about things you enjoyed. You couldn’t imagine she did that for just anyone she happened to flirt with.
Yet there you were last night, scrolling through Twitter and seeing endless posts about Rhea and Samantha. Rhea was being her usual flirty self, smiling, blowing kisses, and surely winking beneath those glasses, and it was obvious Samantha was enjoying it. Even worse, there were also comment threads with Cathy, and you knew it was all lighthearted, but it still made you feel some type of way.
You liked Rhea. A lot actually. Maybe that’s why you wanted to believe she liked you too and treated you differently from the rest. Clearly, you were wrong. And you weren’t going to be strung along in a game or play along with silly flirting when you genuinely hoped for more with her. That’s why now that she was here in front of you, you were going to be as indifferent as possible.
“Hey pretty girl,” Rhea greeted, smile beaming as always. She had finally found you backstage after you’d made it a point to not respond to some of her texts. It didn’t seem like she was too upset or phased by that judging by the greeting she’d given you.
“Hey,” you responded with only a half-smile of your own. That was something she definitely picked up on, because you swore you’d never seen her face fall faster.
“Are you alright?”
“Hm?” you hummed, dropping your attention back to your phone. Usually, she would have your full focus, but you were making every attempt to emphasize your feigned disinterest. “I’m fine, what’s up?”
Rhea used her thumb and forefinger to grip your chin and tilt it upwards, forcing your gaze towards her rather than your phone screen. Hastily, she studied your face as if she would be able to read your thoughts merely by doing so; with her eyes looking you over so intently, you felt your face heating up quickly.
“You seem off,” she finally commented, her finger tracing along your jawline from your chin before finally dropping back down to her side. You immediately missed the feeling of her touch against your skin, but that was something you would have to subdue. One thing you noticed was that Rhea seemed genuinely concerned, her eyebrows downturned and the smile she always wore - around you at least - nowhere in sight.
“No, Rhea, I’m really okay,” you shrugged.
“Then why are you acting like you can’t wait to get away from me?”
Her bluntness shouldn’t have come as a shock to you, but you were still taken aback when she asked so outright. While she usually oozed confidence, that seemed to be lost now. And it almost made you think you had been right about the two of you all along. But then you remembered how content she looked in those videos with Samantha, and how easily she could flirt with someone else when you had secretly been turning down advances in hopes there would be a real chance at a relationship between you and Rhea.
“I’m not acting like that. I really don’t care if you’re around or not,” you lied, and it was meant to sound nonchalant and unbothered but you silently cursed yourself for making it come out more aggressively.
“You don’t care?” she repeated incredulously, almost in disbelief of how drastically you changed. Just a few days ago, you were telling her how much you adored her smile with her head in your lap. Now, she couldn’t figure out why you wanted nothing to do with her - and it was crushing her.
“Listen, can we please talk about this later? The show’s about to start and the Judgment Day is up first, I don’t want you thinking about this out there.”
“Are we really gonna talk later?” Rhea questioned. “Or is that your cop out to avoid it altogether?”
And you hated her for knowing you so well, because it was partially your dread of the conversation. Still, you didn’t think it was a good idea to have it right before she was slated to go speak in front of thousands of people. At this point, she was frowning, yet still staring right through you.
“We’ll talk,” you promised.
“I have your word? Whatever’s going on is important to me. It really is, Y/N.”
The resolve of indifference you had was all but faded upon hearing how sincerely Rhea cared. You didn’t want to be just another game for her, but it was proving far too difficult for you to ignore your internal feelings. And she looked too pretty standing there, worried about you and looking at you in a way that made you feel naked beneath her eyes. Not in a sexually demanding way - not in the way too many people do - but in a way where you felt like she saw your very soul.
“Find me after the show?” you asked. “I’ll let you take me back to the hotel. Can’t exactly hide from my ride.”
You finally smiled wholeheartedly after making that joke, and Rhea had never been so happy to see a smile before. For a moment, she felt like everything was fine.
“Yeah, I’ll find you, angel.”
-
From backstage, you watched as Rhea walked out with the Judgment Day and cut a promo just as good as any other, if not better. It was impossible to tell the kind of conversation you two had shortly beforehand, and for that you were grateful. You weren’t sure you could remain as unphased as her, and seeing as you had a match tonight as well, you made it a point to avoid any further interactions with her during show hours. Busying yourself with your phone, Rhea still found a way to affect you when you saw her name flash across the top of your screen, indicating a text.
From: rhea :)
Good luck tonight ❤️
Half inclined to simply leave her on delivered, you hesitantly opened it and sent back a “thanks.” Following the Judgment Day’s segment, the rest of the show seemed to go by quickly, your own match fast approaching. While you were waiting in gorilla to make your entrance, you saw flashes of jet black hair out of the corner of your eye. A subtle glance over revealed it to be Rhea, naturally, standing there talking with Damian. Call it coincidence, or - the more likely case - call it Rhea’s tendency to be methodical with her actions. And like clockwork, her eyes met your own, leaving you no time to look away before she was grinning at you slyly. You thought perhaps her getting into character in front of the WWE Universe took away much of the previous unease and disappointment she felt during your earlier conversation. Because before, she seemed well and truly worried about the state of you, and you were sure she still was to some extent, but now her confidence had returned.
You had hardly any time to process it before you had to walk out, your theme hitting just as Rhea set her focus back on the man in front of her. That stupid, beautiful smile you thought to yourself. Right now, though, you needed to worry about your match against Zoey Stark, especially since you knew Rhea would be watching attentively.
Once the match began, you fell right back into your element. Zoey was a fierce opponent, but you had a fire beneath you and after a well-fought match on both sides, you came out victorious. You were feeling extremely proud of both yours and Zoey’s performance and partially hoped Rhea had watched the whole thing.
(She absolutely did).
Returning backstage, you noticed Rhea was now nowhere in sight. Your match was towards the last hour of Raw, however, which meant you wouldn’t have much time to kill before you’d have to meet up with her anyways. Thankfully, you found Liv, one of your closest friends on the roster, and knew you could spend the remaining time talking with her about anything and everything - the primary topic of discussion being you and Rhea.
“It’s just like, I think things are different with me and her,” you began, to which Liv nodded in agreement. “But then I see how she acts with other people, and I’m not so sure. Am I being delusional for thinking that way?”
“You’d be delusional if you thought otherwise! The girl is a flirt, sure, but she practically fawns over you at any given moment and is always asking about you,” Liv countered. All too often, she’d be the one Rhea would come to when she wanted to find out your whereabouts, as if Liv had a constant read on you at all times. You knew that to be true, but it still wasn’t total reassurance.
“You’re right, I guess. And I kinda told her I’d ride with her to the hotel so we could talk, sooo,” you revealed.
“I thought we were riding together?” Liv questioned, only slightly upset to be losing her driving buddy. If she had to make that sacrifice to advance things between you and Rhea, she’d accept it wholeheartedly. Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, someone else’s voice interrupted. A certain Australian accent.
“I’m sorry, did I steal Y/N away for the night?” Rhea quipped, placing her hand on the small of your back where Liv wouldn’t see.
“Actually, I’m willingly handing her over so that you two can figure your mess out.”
“Well, thank you so very much for that,” Rhea smiled, seeming genuinely appreciative. She redirected her attention from Liv to you. “Told you I’d find ya. You ready to go?”
You glanced down at your phone, not even realizing how much time had passed with you and Liv chatting. The show was nearing the end, and Rhea already had her bag by her side, meanwhile you hadn’t even gotten your stuff together yet.
“I gotta go get my stuff real quick. You wanna wait here for me? I’ll be quick.”
“I can wait,” Rhea nodded, to which you took off with a promise to be no more than ten minutes. Once you were out of earshot, Liv had a few comments for the taller, raven-haired woman.
“I hope you do right by her.”
“Didn’t realize I’d done wrong,” Rhea retorted, confusedly. “...Have I done wrong?”
Liv only shrugged, though she really did believe Rhea was unaware of how she’d unintentionally hurt you. “Nothing that can’t be fixed, I think.”
“Liv,” Rhea started, her face becoming more serious. “I really like her.”
“Then make sure she knows that.”
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When you gathered everything and found your way back to Rhea, Liv was long gone and Rhea was leaned against the wall, her eyes shifted down and transfixed on her phone as she absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. She looked too good even just standing there in her own world. But before you could admire her for much longer, she heard you approaching and glanced up from her phone, shoving it into her pocket immediately upon realizing it was you.
“Ready now, princess?”
The nickname rolled off her tongue so easily, yet it had your cheeks heating up within seconds. You nodded, following behind as she led the way to her car. Outside, she popped the trunk for each of you to toss your bags inside, and then she made sure to open the passenger door for you as well; it was the little gestures like that that made your heart flutter and your feelings for her to grow even stronger.
“Well, I just wanna start by saying you were amazing tonight,” Rhea complimented once she had settled into the driver’s seat.
“Thank you,” you giggled. “You watched it?”
“From start to finish, like always.”
She diverted her attention from the road towards you for a moment, taking notice of how much your face lit up after hearing that. And it wasn’t like she was lying just to make you feel good, either, because she did genuinely watch you each time you stepped into the ring, and she admired you heavily.
“I don’t believe you,” you laughed, although you only slightly meant that.
“I’m serious! Ask Damian or Dom, they’ll vouch,” Rhea exclaimed, pushing her hair back as she did. You weren’t quite sure what to say now, because one, you were feeling quite flustered knowing this, and two, you could only ignore the real reason you were sat in her car for so long. She took note of your silence and decided to tackle the subject head-on, a brazen move from her as always. “You don’t seem like you hate my guts now, at least.”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled at this.
“You’re being dramatic. I never acted like I hated you.”
“Slightly detested my presence?” she tried again, clearly joking at this point. While things seemed so perfect in this moment, you couldn’t help but think back to everything you’d seen flooding your Twitter timeline and how silly you’d felt for being so upset by it. As much as you liked Rhea, as much as it appeared she liked you, the harmless flirting had really gotten to you and forced you to reconsider much of what you thought. You weren’t even quite sure how to ask everything you wanted to ask, and you were admittedly fearful of rejection. But the only thing worse than rejection is never knowing.
“What do you think about me, Rhea?”
She was taken aback by this, you could tell, because she opened her mouth to speak several times but didn’t let any words out. To her, it was because she didn’t really know how to put it into words; there were so many things she thought about you, so many ways you made her feel, but it had been a confusing thing for her to navigate, unsure of your own feelings.
“I think you’re incredible, amazing in the ring, beautiful and kind but still assertive and badass,” she answered, hoping she’d said all the right things. Truthfully, that was only a small fraction of what she thought regarding you, but she was still holding back. Liv’s words repeated in her head, and she knew if she didn’t make it clear tonight, she may never get that chance again.
“And what do you think about someone like Samantha, or Cathy?”
You had caught her off guard again, the randomness of your question completely perplexing her. She hadn’t a clue why either of those two would be relevant, because - in her eyes - she had already basically forgotten the silly interactions they’d had. It still hadn’t pieced together in her mind that you were even the slightest bit jealous.
“They’re great,” she stated plainly. “Why?”
It was really now or never, you felt like. You had fed her pieces of the story, now she definitely wouldn’t stop until you told her everything, which undoubtedly included your own feelings. Rhea was focused primarily on the road, but she made sure to spare glances your way every so often, and each time you arrived at a red light, that focus was solely on you. She wanted to both try to read your expression and show you she was really, truly listening and wanting to hear what you had to say.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous,” you confessed.
“Jealous?” she repeated, even more confused now than before. But she noticed the way you retreated into yourself, suddenly finding more interest in your fingers. You could no longer look her in the eye, feeling nervous about the information you’d now divulged. This certainly didn’t deter Rhea, though, as she placed her right hand on your thigh and traced light circles with her thumb. “Why were you jealous?”
“I don’t know…it was dumb, I guess. I just saw the videos of you and Samantha, and then Cathy’s Tweets, and it made me feel like everything is just a game to you.”
Her thumb movement stopped, and instead she squeezed your thigh lightly, causing you to lift your head back up to look at her. She was already looking right back, admiring how beautiful you looked with the moonlight creeping into the car and a shyness about you she wasn’t used to.
“You’re right, that is dumb,” she affirmed. “Because do you think I know Samantha or Cathy’s top three favorite movies? Or their specific Starbucks order? The way they like their pizza? Do you think I’ve memorized all those things for anyone other than you?”
Before you could answer, Rhea moved her fingers to your wrist and asked you to push up your sleeve, which you did. She tapped directly on a birthmark of yours without even looking.
“Do you think I know each of their freckles and birthmarks?”
You were dumbfounded, at a loss for words with how much she really noticed about you. And that was only scratching the surface. While your flirtation had only started within the last few months, she had known you for years and had plenty of time to take notice of all these little things no one else would. Because she always had a soft spot for you, but you were in a long-term relationship for most of the time you’d known her, and she would never be one to overstep any boundaries.
“I just felt hurt thinking I may be falling for someone who only sees me as another person to mess around with,” you told her, taking note of how gentle her eyes were in this moment. She felt awful that she had hurt you, even unintentionally, and cursed herself for not being more aware and mindful. You weren’t committed to each other, but she still felt like she had made a mistake engaging in any kind of behavior that would make her feelings for you seem misguided.
“Y/N, I promise you how I interact with just about anyone else is entirely me in character,” she comforted. “I’m sorry for making you second guess that, but I’ve never felt realer emotions than I do with you. It’s like I can be me, just me. And I love that you make me feel that way.”
“I love when you’re just you, Rhea.”
“Then I’ll keep being just me, if I can start calling you just mine.”
Rhea was undoubtedly nervous asking you so boldly, but she was so damn happy to do so. She was staring at you hopefully, looking happier than you’d seen her since her WrestleMania win. And you were just as happy, not even realizing you had gotten to the hotel and had been parked for a minute or two now. Your entire focus was on her, eyes filled with adoration while she waited for your answer.
“I’ve basically been yours, I just needed you to be mine,” you beamed.
“I’m yours, love,” Rhea affirmed. “You are so damn beautiful.”
You wanted to instinctively look away, still feeling flustered even after the months of flirting and now technically being in a defined relationship. But Rhea knew you too well and gripped your chin before you could do so, keeping your face towards hers. Neither of you could get rid of the smiles you wore, too overwhelmed with happiness and adoration and love.
“Can I kiss you?” Rhea asked, eyes darting from your own to your lips. You nodded, and that was all it took for her to be all over you. Her lips melted into your own, and everything felt so right. Each time you pulled away, you were reconnected within seconds, physically unable to keep apart, both of you awaiting this moment for too long. You felt her smiling into the kiss, which in turn made you smile, and then you were two smiling, giggly messes. Finally, she pulled away for good (but not without one final peck) and laughed when she saw you pouting. She opened her door and made her way to yours hastily, scooping you out of your seat before you could even react. Then, you were pinned against the car with your legs around her waist.
“I’ll take you to your room?” she offered, placing feathery kisses along your jaw.
“My room?”
She laughed at how offended you sounded. “Our room?”
“Mhmm,” you confirmed. “You’re not getting away from me now, Ripley.”
You unhooked your legs from her waist and she carefully released her hold, allowing you to plant your feet back onto the solid ground. She followed you to the back of the car, popping open the trunk; you leaned forward to reach your bag, and Rhea - sly as ever - took this opportunity to smack your ass, only light enough to be a tease. Once you’d grabbed your bag and stood straight up, she was smirking, all too aware of her actions.
“Now why would I want to get away from you, baby?”
From then on, you both knew you’d be stuck with each other, practically inseparable and surely obnoxiously in love around all your friends - which they didn’t really mind, because seeing you so happy together was more than worth it. Rhea made sure to tone down her persona a bit out of respect for you, even though you reassured her you didn’t mind too much now knowing she was yours at the end of the day. Still, you couldn’t deny that you were more elated to scroll through your socials and see videos of interactions between you and Rhea rather than her and anyone else; and it definitely helped that she loved letting the cameras know you were hers.
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Merry Christmas, Mami.
a lil smutty Christmas drabble for all us nasty moshers. 😈 🎄
Wrapped up in a cute little red bow, with matching red panties and black fishnet stockings: you await the arrival of your favorite person. The only person you’d bother to even leave home for this dreaded season of coldness and misery. Your family situation kind of sucked ass so, you’d spent many a holiday either home alone or out getting smashed. But not this year. This year, your - fuck, what was she? You two hadn’t had the girlfriend / official talk yet. You hoped tonight would spur that along. But to get to that point, she needed to get here already!
Tapping your nails upon the glass coffee table you sat upon, the couch perfectly made up with blankets and pillows you refused to mess up before she got here. The chair, out of commission thanks to Barry and Luna napping there. Leaving your bare ass (let’s face it, these panties didn’t cover any cheeks) to sit on the cold glass of the coffee table for any sign of her approach. Scrolling on your phone, you sigh to yourself as you try and pass the time until she was home.
Time ticks by, your excitement turning to nerves as you wait. But eventually, the lock clicks signaling she’s home! The dogs reacted before you could, so you kept your spot and let the furbabies have their moment with everyone’s favorite mami. You crossed your legs, leaning back on the table. Your bow, perfectly concealing just enough of your tits from view to be a tease and be suited for a pg-13 rating, proudly the visual point you wanted to make on display to be the first thing she’d see when she walked into the room.
Took a bit, but eventually you heard her asking the dogs where you were which just made you light up. Before you could say though, all three made their way in.. and as you hoped, mami stopped dead in her tracks. Eyes fixed on your chest, mouth agape in surprise. “I-fuck, you look good baby.” She finally managed to say once she found her voice. Dropping her bag on the floor, ignoring the dogs clamoring for her attention, Rhea made her way to you and picked you up. A giggle left your lips as you wrapped your arms and legs around her. Your eyes met for the briefest moment, before your lips crashed into one another’s. In the most heated, “i need you right fucking now”, kiss of either of your lives.
Next thing you knew, your back was on the couch and she was over you. Her lips kissing down every inch of your skin as your breath picked up. Her effect on you, was entirely unfair. “Mami..” you speak, breathless already as she kissed down your stomach. Your hands took hold of hers, locking them in your grasp, your little noises spurring her on to continue her path.. every moment driving you to the break of madness.
“Please.. don’t ever stop. “ you eventually speak up, a moan slipping out as her tongue (and its ring within it) worked wonders on your body. The plan had been to show her how much you missed her.. but that thought was long gone the instant your body got her attention. Not that you were complaining in the least.. “God, I missed you baby girl.” Rhea spoke softly as she came up from below. Her body aligning with yours perfectly, your arms wrapping around her neck as she leaned in and kissed your lips. You could taste yourself on her lips. “I missed you, so so much mami.” You finally speak against her lips, your eyes gazing into hers.
“Oh, I know.” Rhea smirked, stealing another kiss as she pulled away. In moments, she had everything off you and her hoodie off herself leaving herself in just her sports bra and some booty shorts she knew you loved her ass in. “You were wet the moment I touched you, baby girl. Your body can’t lie, not to me.” She grinned, leaning in to kiss your lips once again. Her hands finding your heated core, fingers sinking into you until you were a moaning mess beneath her. “Merry Christmas, baby. Mami has a whole day planned for you and clothes are not needed for either of us.” She smirked once more, pulling away to rid herself of her last articles of clothing while her digits worked inside you. Your eyes stayed on her as she stripped, little moans slipping from your lips.
Once she was as bare as you, she slipped her fingers from your needy hole and placed you upon her lap.. A top the strap on she came ready with, obviously. As you sunk down on it, you screamed out for your mami. Only silenced by her lips capturing yours as she began thrusting into you. The start, of a very long and satisfying Christmas night.
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remember me? - dominik mysterio
dominik mysterio x gn! reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: language, angst, blurs kayfabe and real life, readers gender isn’t specified but they face rhea in a tag match, rhea x reader a tiny bit
you were sitting on couch in your dressing room backstage, scrolling through your phone, when a notification popped up. you clicked on it, and a memory from you photos app with the caption “3 years ago today” appeared on your screen.
it was a photo your best friend… if you could still call him that, had taken on your phone. you smiled sadly, remembering how inseparable the two of you were before he joined the judgement day. you and dominik had been attached at the hip since you met when you were 5 years old, and you had always thought that nothing would ever come between you. if you hadn’t been there to see it with your own two eyes, you would have never believed it if someone told you dominik would turn on his father and join rhea, damian, and finn. you had tried to talk to him, to get him to change his mind, but it had only ended with rhea attacking you in the ring, leading to a tag match between the teams of you and rey, against dom and rhea. with help from the rest of the judgment day, your opponents had got the upper hand and scored the victory.
seeing dominik change from the sweet, gentle guy you had grown up with into what he was now hurt you more than you could bare, and you requested to be moved to smackdown instead of raw to get away from him and the judgment day. your wish had been granted, and it had been months since you talked to dominik. rey had moved to smackdown as well, and you were glad he was away from them; seeing what dom was becoming was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for rey. he was convinced that rhea was manipulating his son, and while you wanted to believe that, you worried that dominik had changed on his own. even if you could get through to him - you weren’t sure if you would recognize the man he had become.
you heard a knock at the door, and looked at the time, 8:39pm, which meant smackdown was almost over. you assumed it was zelina, who you traveled with most of the time, and if you had known who was really on the other side of the door, you wouldn’t have opened it.
dominik stood with his hands in his pockets, and you strongly considered slamming the door in his face, but you could still see the same sparkle in his eyes that had always been there as he smiled at you, and couldn’t bring yourself to do it.
“hey,” he said softly. you raised an eyebrow, as if to ask what he wanted. “can i come in?” you didn’t say anything, your head and your heart fighting over how to answer. “please parajito,” he pleaded. ‘little bird’ had always been his nickname for you, and your heart ached hearing it again.
“you don’t get to call me that,” you finally spoke, standing your ground.
“i just want to talk to you,” he said, raising his hands to plead his innocence.
“i have nothing to say to you,” you said sadly.
“you don’t have to say anything. just listen, okay?” he gave his best puppy dog eyes, and you let him speak.
“okay, let’s hear it.”
“i want you to join the judgment day,” he said, and you laughed.
“goodbye, dominik,” you said, shaking your head as you went to shut the door, but he stopped it with his hand.
“wait! please, you said you would listen,” he insisted, and you sighed.
“fine,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “you have 2 minutes.”
“think about it, y/n. you and me working together, the judgment day by our side; we would be unstoppable. i talked with the others and they agree that you would be a great addition to the group. things could go back to how they were with us. i want my best friend back.”
“dominik - this isn’t you!” you said, pointing to the judgment day logo on his hoodie. “they’re manipulating you. because if they’re not i really don’t know who you are anymore.”
“you know me better than anyone,” he argued, and you shook your head.
“what you did to your dad, your mom, aalyah-“
“don’t pretend like they didn’t have it coming, you saw first hand. my dad was never there for me growing up.”
“dominik, i’m not going to argue with you about your family-“
“judgment day is my family now,” he interjected. “and i want you by my side out there. come back to raw, and be apart of my new familia,” he begged, taking your hands softly in his. you tried to pull away, but didn’t fight very hard as he held onto you. he dropped your one hand to pull something out of his pocket, and you sighed as he tied a purple bandana around your wrist. “think about it,” he repeated, and you pulled your hands from his grip.
“your two minutes is up,” you said, closing the door in his face.
“i’ll see you monday!” he called through the door, and you sighed, sitting down on the couch and pulling your knees up under you chin. you scrolled through more memories your phone had brought up. you looked down at your wrist, and closed your eyes, leaning your head back on the back of the couch.
you weren’t really even considering it; right? you thought, running your hands over your face.
you wanted more than anything to have your best friend back, but you weren’t sure if he was still in there somewhere, or if he had been corrupted to the point where he could no longer be saved.
•••
monday had rolled around, and you paced around your hotel room, still thinking about what dominik had said. was joining the judgment day what it would take to get dominik back? was it worth it to turn your back on all of your friends on smackdown; to side with the enemy?
you looked at the time, your eyes landing on the purple bandana on the dresser, before you read 6:41 pm on the clock. raw was starting soon, and you had to make your decision now. you grabbed you stuff and headed to you car to drive to the arena, hoping that whatever you decided, you were making the right choice.
•••
all four members of the judgement day were standing in the ring, arguing with kevin, sami, and cody when your music hit, and you made your way down to the ring. you got in the ring, cody holding the rope for you to step over, and you stood face to face with dominik. he had a worried look in his eyes as you currently stood on the side of the enemy, and rhea stepped between the two of you, nose to nose with you.
“y/n…” kevin started, but rhea shot him a glare.
“shut up,” rhea snapped, before locking eyes with you again. “well, do you have an answer for us?” she asked, and you took a step back, giving you enough room to remove your ring jacket. everyone in the ring prepared for a fight. only dom noticed the purple bandana around your wrist, and cody was shocked as you turned around and knocked him to the ground; you had chosen your side.
as rhea went after the fallen cody, damian and finn locked up with sami and kevin. dominiks arms wrapped around your waist from behind, as he pulled you into his arms and into the corner of the ring away from the fight. dominik turned you to face him, his hands on your shoulders.
“you’re with us?” he asked, and you nodded.
“i’m with you,” you agreed, and he threw his arms around you, hugging you tight to his chest. you laughed, a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realized exactly how much you had missed him. the rest of judgment day had chased their opponents out of the ring, leaving just the five of you standing.
“i missed you, parajito,” he spoke into your ear, and you held onto him even tighter. you finally separated and rhea looked at you, an unreadable expression on her face. she threw an arm around dom’s shoulders, and then to your surprise, the other around yours.
“welcome to the judgement day,” she grinned, and you smiled. you had to admit, you were shocked at how welcome you felt in the group. dominik had said they all wanted you to join, but you were worried that his relationship, whatever it was, with rhea, might complicate things. but rhea could tell how much dominik meant to you, and admittedly, she had taken a liking to you almost immediately. “you’re mine now,” rhea smirked, holding you and dom close as he laughed.
“relax, mami, no one’s gonna steal them from you,” he smiled. damian and finn joined the group hug, and you realized that dom was telling the truth, they really were a family.
the judgment day music stopped as adam pearce came down the ramp, microphone in hand.
“excuse me, this is all very touching. y/n as you are a member of the smackdown roster, you cannot join a faction belonging to the raw roster without yourself moving to monday nights - is that what you want.” rhea pulled you behind her, already protective of the new member of her group.
“that’s what i want,” you confirmed, and dom wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“i will see what i can do,” adam sighed, and rhea hugged you again, and you had to admit you felt safe in her arms. you had made the decision to join the judgment day to get your best friend back, but perhaps in doing so you had gained three more. dom smiled at you, and you felt him lace his fingers with yours as rhea clung to your other side.
“what do you think, dom? can we share them?” she asked, and he laughed.
“that’s up to them,” he said, kissing the side of your head innocently. you had never imagined that after only a few minutes, you would feel such a connection to the group.
damian and finn held the ropes so you, dom, and rhea could exit the ring, and the five of you headed backstage together.
“i think mami likes you,” dom whispered in your ear, as rhea still hadn’t let go of you.
“i could get used to it,” you smiled, and she returned it.
“what do you say boys? should we show them how we celebrate in the judgment day?”
“you know it,” damian smirked, fist bumping dominik.
“welcome to the family, y/n,” finn said.
“thank you guys,” you smiled, looking at each of them before finally your eyes landed on dom.
“maybe now dom with shut up about missing you all the time,” damian teased.
“c’mon man,” he blushed, and you laughed, using your still intertwined hands to pull him into your side, and you all laughed.
“i missed you too.”
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Who’s Your Papí?
Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem Reader
Summary: Rey Mysterio comes to the reader who is now Dominik’s ex, hoping that she will be able to talk sense into him. Heartbroken, she kindly refuses, but ends up running into Dominik as he overheard them. Following, Rhea catches small wind and after leading to even more conflict, the reader sparks Dominik after making him jealous…
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, swearing)
Word Count: 3.5k
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“Niña, please. You’re the last person who I can go to.”
I had all of the respect in the world for Señor Mysterio, but I couldn’t do this. Dominik and I have dated for a long time, just for him leave me along with betraying his family.
He broke my heart into a million pieces and just hearing his name made me reminisce, all of this putting me into a dark world.
“Señor, I know why you came to me,” Taking a deep breath, I had to ready myself because I knew he’d find my response disappointing, “I can’t even imagine how hard this is on you, but I can’t do it. I’m sorry, I can’t even face him.”
Great, here came tears and after losing tonight, he was pretty much desperate, holding his hands to his chest while pleading:
“Please, Y/N. He’s just being brainwashed! And I know, I know that he still loves you. Our family isn’t making a difference, but you’re different. You may actually stand a chance.”
“I’m sorry I can’t even think about him, let alone face him,” I sniffled softly, wiping my eyes, hating that it had to come down to this, “I truly am sorry, but I can’t.”
I couldn’t talk about this anymore, taking my suitcase and heading out. I should’ve known that something like this would happen, it was just so hard to accept.
So out of it while heading to the parking lot and to my car, I jumped hard when I went to get in the car but someone grabbed my door.
“Hey,” Dominik said softly, able to tell how he was nervous too, he dumped me and basically rubbed Rhea all in my face, “You and I need to talk.”
“Talk? What is there to talk about?” Shoving his hand away, I shot my suitcase in and slammed the door, my emotions already getting the best of me.
“Easy,” He tried calming me, saying softly, “I know things are complicated, but I saw you talking to my dad and-“
“And nothing because I respect him, I really do, but I’m done. Done with all of this. You completely changed, threw all of the years we had together down the trash and I can’t.”
My voice started to break from fighting tears, opening the door again to leave, just for him to hold it in place:
“Will you just listen to me for a second, Y/N? Geez!”
“No, I won’t,” I glared, taking a shot at him, “Besides, how would your new, mamí, feel about this huh?”
“It’s not like that,” He tried laughing off, “I’m only doing that to get to my dad.”
“Which you shouldn’t even be doing!” I stressed, shaking my head, “If you had issues with your dad, you should’ve talked about it instead of pulling a bitch move.”
“A bitch move?” He took offense to that, looking at me as if I were crazy.
“A bitch move,” I repeated, throwing the last words he said to me, “I don’t want you anymore. I’m changing my life and you won’t be apart of it.”
“It’s like that, hermosa?” That was the one word that always got me. He’d call me gorgeous all the time, like a pet name, even said it in the same soft, sweet voice he always had for me.
This time? I wasn’t letting it get to me, hopping in the car with a scoff:
“Yeah. It’s like that.”
It was so nice to drive back to the hotel in tears, a dark cloud over my head for an entire week, praying that something at Raw would maybe bring some light into my life that I needed more than anything.
“Hey, niña-“
Here we go again. Señor Mysterio was hanging in the hall with Dolph Ziggler, picking my head up for them to show the sad look on my face and that I didn’t want to be bothered.
“Hey,” Dolph whispered softly and nudged him, “Go on ahead, I got this.”
This was different. Señor heading off while Dolph pulled me over to sit softly.
“Everything alright, girl?” He was concerned for me and expressed so much kindness in his words, “You look like you want to cry.”
“I do,” I stared at the floor, trying not to cry again and letting off my chest, “Señor asked me to talk to Dominik and I just can’t. I didn’t plan to, but guess who pops out of the blue when I was trying to leave?”
“That little shit,” Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, it did feel good to have someone who saw Dominik in the view that I did, “Look, I’ve know Rey, he’s told me things because we both have been attacked by all of them. I heard what happened and let me tell you, he does not deserve a girl like you. You’re far too good for him.”
“Thanks,” I said softly, still staring at the floor, whispering, “It still hurts. A lot.”
Feeling myself getting ready to cry again, I didn’t even realize that I was holding my heart. My heart truly hurt and Dolph tried his best to help, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and rubbing it softly:
“Hey it’s all gonna be-“
“Y/N, just the girl I’ve been looking for!”
Rhea.
My blood pressure skyrocketed just at the sound of her voice, Dolph knowing that this wasn’t going to end well, whispering:
“Y/N, she’s just-“
“What do you want?” I toned him out, standing tall to Rhea and giving her a look that could kill.
“So, I caught wind that you have something up your sleeve,” She was always trying to smile in someone’s face, probably referencing my talk with Señor.
Before she could even speak, I laughed at her:
“A trick up my sleeve? I don’t want anything to do with any of you. So, how about you go somewhere before you end up with a foot up your ass.”
Quickly, Dolph stood between us, noticing the step Rhea took towards me:
“You better watch your mouth!”
Of course, if it couldn’t get any worse, there was Damian, Finn, and Dominik coming to her side. My anger was controlling my thoughts and since I already took a shot, I fired out another:
“You’re so worried about me? You need to check your little sub in Dominik considering he wanted to talk to me last week.”
It was hard not to laugh at how she instantly shot him a glare, not keeping his eyes off of him till I looked at Dominik and said:
“Solo recuerda a quién llamabas mamí antes de conocerla!”
[Just remember who you were calling mamí before you met her!]
Damian covered his mouth with his hand since he knew Spanish, Dominik super worried when Rhea looked to me then back to him:
“What did she just say?”
“It’s time we left,” Dolph wanted to get us out of there and I didn’t mind this time, just smiling at them before walking off with Dolph.
“Don’t you walk away from me! I will get my hands on you!”
Rhea sure had a short fuse and I found it hysterical and sure enough, Dolph took me to my locker room and the first thing that happens a crew member telling me I now had a match against Rhea.
“Y/N, I don’t not think this is a good idea,” Dolph stressed, still being kind and sticking by my side, “But it’s too late and I’m going out there with you. They like to cheat and I know it’s just me, but it’s better than nothing.”
“I appreciate that, I really do,” I smiled softly, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”
“No need to be sorry,” He smiled back, getting the door, “Meet you at the guerrilla?”
“Meet you there,” I waved, rushing to get ready when he stepped out.
Honestly, this wasn’t a good idea, but my emotions were so high, the match was booked, and I tried looking at it positively. This match wasn’t impossible to win and I needed to let off some steam.
I got into gear and just like Dolph said, we met at the guerrilla. Señor coming over to us:
“Niña, you be careful. You hear me?”
Poor Señor, he was so stressed out from this, but before I could speak, Dolph patted his chest, instructing;
“Just stay on the sidelines for me? We got this for right now. Trust me, man.”
“I trust you,” He fisted bumped Dolph and I tried to help him out some too, hugging him softly as my music hit:
“And I’ll be careful. I promise.”
“Let’s go kill it, girl,” Dolph smiled, escorting me out and once my eyes fell on Rhea, I was in the zone.
I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. She was strong and I ended up putting more defense than offense. I wasn’t counted out just yet thou.
At the climax, I had her grounded and Finn was clearly worried, distracting the referee so Rhea could poke me in the eyes and jab my throat.
Two crucial spots had me on the mat, choking while holding my throat, hearing a lot of commotion and when I looked, Dolph was keeping his word to me, snatching a chair from Dominik.
Looks like he was trying to give it to Rhea and Dolph had it, on guard and ready to swing at Dominik, Finn, and Damian. Till Rhea caught him with his back turned, snatching the chair as he rose it.
Thankfully the referee was paying attention this time, yelling at Rhea to toss it, but Dominik jumped on the apron to keep the referee’s back turned.
Rhea thought she had the advantage, turning to me hoping to swing the chair but I returned that eye poke, and then I slammed the chair down, tossing it into her arms and sure enough she took the bait by catching it.
I played at Dominik too, mouthing, “Watch this!”
I took a fake bump, holding my head and pretending that I was laid out from a chair shot. The crowd and Dolph found it hysterical.
I even had to hide my face for a moment to laugh at Rhea and the referee arguing, making another mistake again by tossing the chair towards me. All three of them yelling at the referee.
“Y/N, psst!” Dolph said to me while I was in the corner.
Dominik had his eyes on us and it was like Dolph was reading my mind, giving him something to watch when he kissed my cheek, promising, “You are going to win this match. Get the chair. I got this.”
Dominik actually got into the ring, seeing that made him want to fight, but Dolph was quicker than him, jumping in and shoving him out, getting yelled at by the referee himself, but I listened, taking the chair.
The crowd began to cheer for me more, shrugging as I got it ready, and the second Rhea turned around, I smacked her in the side of the head with it, chucked the chair out of the ring and rolled her up for a pin.
I even copied her pin by putting her knees in her face, posing and sticking my tongue out at them as I got the pin.
This was exactly what I needed, smiling and laughing as they tried to get into the ring, but I rolled out, ran over to Dolph, jumping into his arms as he twirled me around.
“Karma’s a bitch ain’t she?!” Dolph laughed and I laughed right along, smiling bright as he kissed my cheek again.
Every single one of them were pissed, especially Dominik. I don’t remember the last time he had such a furious look on his face.
Just for Rhea to get up and start yelling at him? This was priceless and entertaining as hell to watch.
Heading backstage, I was receiving so much praise and support for taking on Rhea and winning. She was my biggest match yet and it felt so good.
On top of that, Dolph and some of my friends backstage planned on going out for the night and when I came back from getting ready, the fun was beginning.
“Ayeee mamí!” Aaliyah whistled when I made my way, having me laugh but blushing, fixing the black leather dress I was wear, “Do a twirl for me.”
“Only for you,” I giggled, twirling and laughing more as she smacked my butt, giggling along with me:
“Ayí, yí, yí!”
The only person we were waiting for was Dolph and as I glanced down the hall, feeling eyes on me, there was Dominik.
I was so out of it, just staring at him as he stayed leaned against the wall, watching me and I could tell that he really did have something to say for me.
Now wasn’t the time, startled a bit when I felt Dolph’s arm going around my shoulder:
“You ladies ready?”
“Oh hell yeah,” I shook off, giving him a smile and smirking at Dominik before I left with him, able to see the jealously that burned in his eyes.
“Hey, she’s mine!” Aaliyah played, keeping her arm around my waist and heading out of the door.
“Not anymore!” Dolph teased back, shooing her hand to hold my waist, really making me blush.
Dominik was shaking his head and with my eyes on Dolph, I blew a kiss, making sure that I connected eyes with Dominik one last time before we were gone.
I needed a night like the one we had, nothing too crazy happened, but I got a drink, some food, all my friends kept me smiling and laugh. It made all the bad thoughts go away.
Getting back to the hotel, I planned to go change and just sleep, rummaging through my purse to find my keys when I heard:
“Dolph? Really?”
I looked up quickly, shocked to find Dominik, quickly asking:
“How do you even know what hotel I’m at?”
“Look, I talked to my dad,” He admitted, defeated in his sigh.
He wasn’t lying, his eyes showed how he didn’t want to do it, but he did. Being honest took me by surprise.
“Also,” He was being honest, but he still hurt me and I wasn’t forgiving him in the slightest, finally finding my key and warning, “What I do is none of your business anymore. So mind yours.”
“Y/N, please,” He said quickly, holding my hand on the door.
I still went to open it, stepping in and again, he wouldn’t let go of my hand.
“Let me guess, you’re jealous?” Cocking my eyebrow at him, he stayed silent till I demanded, “Answer me!”
“So what,” He huffed, stepping in and kissing me.
I froze, trying to comprehend what was happening because as he kissed me, I could feel the person that I fell in love with there.
“Dominik-“ I had to stop, pulling my head back and feeling a tear going down my cheek as he shut the door with his foot.
“Did you forget who your papí is, huh?” He could still read me like he always could, seeing the conflict and trying to get me on the same page with another kiss.
I didn’t know why I kept kissing him back, even growing angry because him and Rhea popped into my head, making me growl out:
“Did you forget who your mamí is?”
He only shook his head slightly once and laughing for some reason, “Don’t answer my question with a question.”
His every move grew so fast, kiss leading me over to the bed and bending me over it, hips pinned against my ass while he toyed with my dress, tugging at it:
“Where have you been hiding stuff like this? You never wore anything like this for me.”
“You never said you liked stuff like it,” I looked back, trying to mess with him more, “Shouldn’t be surprised that you like it. Dolph sure did.”
“Dolph’s not your papí,” He leaned down to me, showing a new side with his hand finding my throat, whispering into my ear, “I’m your papí.”
“It’s too late to go back,” I was surprised by the grip he had, making it hard to speak, but I made sure to get out, “Now either get to what I think you’re gonna do or shut up and get out.”
“Come on, you know you don’t want me to leave,” He chuckled, his free hand slipping between my thighs and into my panties, two fingers running through my folds and slick, squeezing my throat more as he smiled, “That right there says it all.”
I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, closing my eyes at the swirl of bliss forming, his fingers sliding in slow before pumping.
“Still want me to leave?” He looked down to me, letting go of my throat for me to speak.
I wasn’t sure what to say, my brain racing through so many thoughts, and it came back to Rhea. How I hated seeing them two together and how she changed him.
I loved Dominik, there was no avoiding that, all of this pent up emotion. I finally let it all out.
“No, I don’t,” I said in a serious, stern voice that made him stop, and when he leaned over to talk to me, I threw him down on the bed, throwing my dress off and I ripped his shirt open, holding it tight as I straddled him, pulling his head up to me, “But when you do leave, all you’re gonna think about is me.”
“Ah, ah,” He snickered, licking his lip, “I like the sudden dominance, but it’s papí’s time.”
He could move a lot quicker than me, flipping me over and throwing off his pants and boxers, I also slid out of my panties too, throwing them and rolling my eyes at him:
“I always ended up on top so, whatever.”
“Is that right?” His eyes grew dark, flipping me over and spanked me so hard that my face dropped into the bed, my ass on fire from just that one spank, feeling himself positioning between my legs, “It’s time I stop taking it easy on you.”
“Easy, huh?” I finally breathed in, looking back at him, “I’m not so convinced.”
“How about now?” In a single thrust, his entire cock split me, already smacking my sweet spot where he knew exactly where it was, sending a jolt up my stomach and it was new.
The second was even harder, more thrusts coming with quick speed, my mouth wide open to let out the moans, holding onto the bed cover for dear life.
“Damn, I don’t remember the last time I had you this tight,” He chuckled in my ear softly, arm wrapping around my neck to keep me in a hold, whispering in a dirty voice, “And raw too? I think you’ll be the one who won’t stop thinking about me.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love hitting this,” I growled, whining at the friction and ripping the cover down, throwing myself back onto him softly and it only made the impact more intense, having my legs shake.
“You know I do,” Moving the bit hair away from my face, he left some kisses along my cheek, tilting my head to face him, look in his eyes as he said, “And you do too. Don’t lie to me. I’ve been being honest. Come on, tell me, hermosa.”
I never had anyone in my life like how I did with Dominik and I could never lie to him, my entire body aching from the rough speed and my orgasm lurking.
“I do, papí!”
For a short second, he pulled back to flip me around, shooting his cock back into me while between my legs, holding me up in his arms to hug me and keep me from falling back with my head, scooting to the edge of the bed.
It seemed like he was going quicker than before, hooking my arms under his to keep the tightest grip I could, the smack of wet skin growing louder.
“That’s right, hermosa. Who’s your papí?” I think that alone was getting him off, knowing I was so close and my mind gave free, scratching at his back as I cried out:
“You, Dom! P-papí-, I-I, A-ah, fuck!”
“That’s it,” He hummed, laying me back and on top of me while buried deep, gasping himself at the gush of moisture around his cock, my entire body worn and resting in the lingering list.
“Maldito sea, Dominik.”
[Got damn you, Dominik.]
I let out with a huff, in shock this happened, but not opposed to the pleasure and finally get a piece of him back. It truly gave me hope.
“Lo siento,”
[I’m sorry,]
He placed some soft kisses along my neck, picking his head up to reconnect our gaze, “I know rough is rare, but I had to make sure you didn’t forget that I’m your papí, baby.”
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Day/Prompt: Day 7 - "The holidays aren't so bad with you around"
Fandom/Character(s): AEW All Elite Wrestling / Hook x F!Reader
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 567
Summary: Hook/Tyler is not a big fan of large gatherings but after meeting reader he feels a bit better about it
@12daysofchristmas
A/N: I know he parties too this is just to fit with his wrestling character and the prompt lol
Being mostly known as a retrieved individual, his friends understood his character and never questioned him about it but then other people they did find it weird that he almost never talked Tyler didn’t understand why it bothered them so much, it wasn’t any of their business when or how much he talked but that’s why for the most part he prefers not going to a lot of parties.
When she started working in AEW, she saw Tyler alone in one of the tables at catering, she already was familiar with who he was so she walked towards his table.
“Do you mind if I seat here?”
She waited for a response but Hook just nodded and she sat down, 10 minutes went by he was mesmerized that she wasn’t bombarding him questions like other people would normally be, they sat in comfortable silence for half an hour.
“You’re new here, right?”
He asked after a while.
“Yes, this is my first day”
“Well, welcome aboard”
Hook fist bumped her hand.
“I’ll see you around”
He said getting up and leaving her alone.
People had told her that was how Hook behaved and she didn’t have a problem with that, it seemed they had started on the right track and just kept feeling good whenever they were around each other which resulted in a friendship, sometimes they even traveled together.
She had become important to Tyler and she felt the same with him, they felt comfortable around each other and for them it was enough.
They had been friends for months and when December rolled around Tyler stared having a bad mood, he struggled a lot during Christmas with all the parties thrown in just 1 month, there was always something to do or something to say and he wasn’t a big fan of it.
“So are you going to Tony’s party?”
She asked.
“Huh? Oh, the Christmas party? I don’t know”
“I’ll be there, you can search for me in case you go”
Hook thought about it for a few days and even though he was still in doubt he thought he’d at least have her there.
“You came!”
She exclaimed, she fist bumped him and then they made their way to the bar to get some drinks, they rolled around a few tables saying hi to some of their co-workers but ended up going outside and sat on a bench, they were watching the night sky, the starts where bright that night and the moon was almost full.
Tyler sat with a leg over the other and both hands behind his neck just enjoying the night while the party still raged inside, she was humming the song being played inside moving her feet and hands to the beat of the music.
He looked at her and smiled, he imitated the drumming from the song to compliment her air guitar riff, they started laughing.
“It’s a good song”
Tyler said after it was over.
“It truly is”
She seconded his words.
After the silence once again wrapped them, Hook turned around to talk to her, he doubted saying what he want to say and fidgeted with the gem of his hoodie, he took a deep breath and just said what he felt ever since they knew each other.
"You know, the holidays aren't so bad with you around"
“You’re not so bad to be around either”
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Summary: Austin Gunn confronts you over "ass boy" chants after a match
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Tags/warnings/tropes: reader insert, aew employee reader, implied romantic relationship, light teasing (giving), PDA, kayfabe compliant
Authors Notes: I am unfortunately very into Bullet Club Gold. This fic hasn't been beta-read. If you notice any errors please let me know!
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When the match ends you make your way backstage. Production staff are nice enough to direct you towards the arena's dressing rooms when you show them your badge. Normally, you'd just meet the boys out in the parking lot or at their hotel after the show but you want to congratulate them on their victory while it's still fresh.
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You can tell you're in the right area when you start seeing wrestlers you recognize. First, it's Hook looking sullen as ever seated on a stack of palettes with a bag of chips. Then Caster and Bowens workshopping their next rap. And then finally, Anna Jay who breaks off the animated conversation she's having with 2point0 to say hi. The two of you talk for a minute before you notice Austin coming out of the dressing room at the far end of the hallway.
His hair is still damp from showering and he's changed into sweats and a t-shirt. He gives a big stretch of his arms over his head before leaning up against the wall and pulling out his phone. A few specks of errant glitter glint on the exposed skin at his collar as he moves. It's a good look on him.
You say your goodbyes to Anna and rush to greet him.
At the sound of your approaching footsteps he looks over. You send him a smile and give a little wave but he doesn't return it. When you reach him he pushes off the wall to face you with a frown on his face.
"Hey! You guys were great out there tonight!" You throw an arm around his side to give him a quick hug that he just barely reciprocates.
"I saw you joining in on the chants." Austin accuses as you separate. You cringe but quickly cover it with a smile.
"Of course I did. That's what you're supposed to do at a wrestling show." You'd hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed or that in the excitement of winning he'd forgotten seeing your lips move at ringside.
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." he turns to cage you against the wall, forearms at either side of your head. Austin isn't tall for a professional wrestler but he still towers over you. Pale eyes stare you down with an angry frustration that's usually reserved for his opponents. You've never seen it directed your way before.
"If it was just 'holy shit' or 'ay-ee-dub' it wouldn't be a problem but I saw you chanting 'ass boys'." he continues.
"What, you don't like me calling you an Ass Boy?" you ask with exaggerated obliviousness as you bring your hands up to rest on his sides.
"It's not exactly something I appreciate." he says as he presses his weight into you. It occurs to you that he's close enough now that you could kiss him if you wanted to.
"So you're denying that you have an incredible ass?" you question. His angry facade cracks into a smile and a wave of laughter that's more like the Austin you know overtakes him. His head falls forward to rest against yours.
"Let's not go that far. My ass is pretty great."
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Double Duty - Hook
Pairing: Hook x Female!Reader
Summary: Your friend accidently double books babysitters for one night.
Warnings: None, Fluff, Babysitting, Horror Movies, Asthma Attack, Kissing
Word Count: 2,108
Note: So sorry I didn't publish this on Friday!
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Hook jogged up the few steps onto the porch of his sister’s house. Raising his fist his knuckles collided against the wooden door echoing throughout the house. Hook smiled hearing the pounding sound of feet running towards the door, he braced himself to get tackled by little children.
The door swung open revealing two small kids. “Uncle Hook!” They both screamed, rushing towards him.
“Hey you little boogers!” Hook bent down picking his five year old nephew, Nicky and three year old niece, Taylor up. His biceps flexed as he held the children in each arm. “You two causing any trouble?” Hook entered the house, kicking the door shut behind him.
“Nooo!” Nicky had a grin on his face as he giggled.
Hook entered the kitchen seeing his sister rush around. “No my butt, they’re both little trouble makers.” Hook smiled as his sister was fixing her ear ring.
“I’m so sorry to contact you on such short notice.” She looked through her purse making sure she had everything.
“You’re fine, Ash.” Hook bounced both kids in his arms making them squeal in giggle. “I’m just glad you caught me on a day when I wasn't wrestling.” Hook dances around the kitchen, making the children giggle at his movements.
“I owe you one, it’s been awhile since I’ve been out.” She paused looking at her children. “By myself.” She mumbled the last part.
Hook frowned, he knew where his older sister was coming from. She didn’t have the freedom like he did, traveling everywhere and going to bars almost every weekend. It also didn’t help that she too had to take care of him when they were growing up. With their father being Taz, he wrestled all throughout their childhood and mom was somewhat around if she wasn’t on a bender.
“You don’t have to owe me anything, sis.” Hook set the little ones down, having them rush about chasing one another around the kitchen counter. “I mean, I was going to come and visit you guys anyways.”
“I wanted you to come and visit when I’m not out trying to get drunk and have a one night stand.” Ash huffed, applying another coat of lipstick on.
Hook only shrugged, still understanding that she was a woman with priorities and being a single mother Ash wasn’t at clubs or hanging out with her friends at coffee shops. She was mostly at doctors appointments or doing some type of baby stuff to make the kids learn and grow.
The doorbell rang throughout the house making Hook arch his eyebrow looking over at his sister. “You order pizza?” Hook stomach growled at the talk of food.
Hook heard the door being open and the kids squealing loudly. “It’s Y/N!”
“Oh shit.” Ash said, face palming herself.
“Who’s, Y/N?” Hook asked, following his sister into the living room.
“Hi guys!” You got down onto your knees, hugging the two kids that rushed into your arms. “I miss you two.” You smiled as they giggled and told you they missed you too.
“Shit, Y/N. I forgot that you’re babysitting.” Ashlyn said, making you look up at her with an arched eyebrow.
You got up from your knees, standing. “Forgot?” You questioned, your eyes shifting behind her to see a slim built male and messy brown hair behind your friend.
“Yeah, my brother here is babysitting the kids tonight, he’s in town and I forgot to text you to cancel. Maybe you can come out to the club with me?” Ash smiled widely and wiggled her eyebrows. “You can be my wing girl and help me get laid.”
You smiled at the thought, it has been awhile since you’ve been out and being out of a two year long relationship you did need to blow off some steam. “That actually sounds-”
“No! No! Y/N, stay!” Taylor tightly hugged your leg, pressing her cheek against you. You looked down at the little girl then back up at your friend.
“Taylor, I’m sure Y/N here has other plans for the night. Your uncle is here now.”
“Uncle?” You asked under your breath.
“No! Double babysit, both stay!” Nic pouted, stomping his feet.
Ashlyn pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a loud sigh as her children were now pouting and on the verge of throwing a tantrum. “I don’t mind staying.” You smiled over at Ashlyn’s brother who seemed to not have his eye leave you for one second. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“This is my uncle Hook!” Nic rushed towards Hook and hugged his leg, giggling.
Hook cleared his throat and extended his arm out for you to shake his hand. “My friends call me Hook, but my real name is Tyler.”
You grabbed onto his soft hand, giving it a shake and him a smile. “Nice to meet you, Tyler.”
“Please, call me Hook.” He flashed you a smile.
“Hook.” You nodded, saying his nickname as it rolled off the tip of your tongue. “Nice to meet you, Hook.”
“Okay, well. I am leaving. You two have fun on double duty and I’ll be out until early morning or whenever I feel like coming back.” Ashlyn slung her purse over her shoulder, bending down and kissing her childrens forehead. “You two will be good tonight, understood?”
“Yes mommy.” Both children said at the same time and hugged their mother before she left.
“There’s money on the counter to order a pizza, don’t let them stay up too late or too much sugar!” Ashlyn waved goodbye, snagging her car keys as she was out the door.
“So, what shall we do first?” You asked the two kids who grinned widely at you.
“Tag!” They both said at the same time.
Nick slapped your thigh showing that you were ‘it’ as he started to run as fast as he could away from you. Taylor squealed loudly as she ran away from you too.
You looked at Hook with a smirk on your face as his eyes widened and he bolted out of the living room. Chasing after him, you jumped over toys and other obstacles around you.
The back door burst open as Hook, Nicky and Taylor all screamed running to the backyard. You tapped at Taylors shoulder running past her only for her to giggle and squeal loudly. Her eyes went to Hook who was running in slow motion for Taylor to tag him.
“You’re it!” She laughed loudly, slapping the back of Hook’s leg, not knowing her own strength.
“I’m gonna get you, Nicky!” Hook jogged behind the younger boy. Nick laughed and screamed trying to run away from Hook. His laughter soon became heavy coughs as he stopped running. “Tag, you’re it!” Hook tapped Nick on the top of his head.
Nick stopped in his tracks, coughing hard as he was trying to catch his breath. Your attention went to Nick as you quickly rushed towards him. “What happened?”
“I- I don’t know. I was chasing after him and he was laughing and then he started to cough.” Hook sounded worried, he didn’t know what was wrong with his nephew.
“Shit, hold on. Nicky breath, okay? Keep breathing.” You ran towards the house, leaping over the few steps of the back patio and ran inside. You looked through the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed an orange inhaler. Rushing back outside, you slid on your knees in the grass to Nick. “Open bubba, open.” You ripped the cap off and placed the inhaler in Nick’s mouth. Pressing down a few times you rubbed his back. “Breath, slow breaths.” You did a few more times until you knew he was breathing easily.
“T- Thank- Thank you.” Nick breathed out.
“Nicky has asthma, he can’t really run too much or it triggers it.” You tousled Nick’s hair.
“I- I didn’t know he had asthma.” Hook frowned, looking down at Nick. “Is he going to be okay?”
“Oh yeah, he’s a tough boy.” You got up on your feet and smiled at Nick who was already running around again playing with his sister. “He just needs to take it easy now, so it’s probably best we don’t play tag anymore.”
Hook nodded with a frown still settled on his face. You bit the inside of your cheek, the tension of Hook feeling guilty about not knowing his nephew had asthma lingered in the air. “Should we order that pizza?” You asked him with a smile, trying to change the subject.
“Pizza sounds great.”
Two large pizza boxes laid out on top of the coffee table. Children plates with half cut eaten pizza laid on the surface of the table. Your feet were propped up on the edge of the coffee table while you were watching the cartoon movie play on the flat screen. You turned your head to see Nicky and Taylor in between you and Hook fast asleep.
“Full bellies and their favorite movie on, easy night for us.” You smiled at Hook who nodded.
“I uh, I wanted to thank you for helping Nick out.”
You cocked your head to the side. “Well of course, I look at him like he’s my own nephew.”
You could see Hook sucking the side of his cheek. “No, you don’t understand. I…” Hook paused only to inhale a breath and exhale out. “I didn’t know Nick had asthma.”
“Oh.” You looked at the sleeping boy who mumbled a few words in his sleep.
“If you weren’t here to help him I wouldn’t have known what to do.”
“It’s alright Hook.” You tried to reassure him.
“My job, I’m a professional wrestler so I travel all the time. This is the first time I’ve seen it in over six months.” Hook watched the two siblings. “They’re getting so big.”
“Yeah, it seems like that’s all they do is grow.” You teased. “Come on, let's get them to bed and we can put on an adult movie.” You stood up, easily grabbing Taylor in your arms in a slow and soft manner so you wouldn’t wake her.
“You mean like a rated R movie.” Hook had a smirk on his face that made you blush.
“If you want it to be.” You gushed, you didn’t plan your wording out right, you just meant something that wasn’t a cartoon.
With the two little ones to bed, Hook picked the movie. “Friday the 13th? Really? What are we middle schoolers?” You snickered as you watched the movie.
“Hey this is a classic.” You jumped as the music got intense and Jason came out of nowhere doing a jump scare. “Seems like it still lives to its expectations.”
“It just caught me off guard.” You lied, basically hiding underneath the blanket.
Hook laughed at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder he pulled you close to him. “Come here.” He whispered. You laid on his chest, hearing his heart pumping against his ribs as your eyes were glued on the screen.
“Seems like you’re scared too from the way your heart is thumping.”
“Not from the movie.” Hook mumbled.
You pulled away from him only to look up at him, he was already looking down at you. His brown eyes shone as the movie in the background became white noise. His face leaned down further towards you as you leaned towards him. Your lips collided against one another in a soft manner.
Moaning softly against his lips, Hook’s tongue slid past yours and explored your mouth. His tongue grazed against yours as you moaned slightly louder. Hook was the first to pull away. “Shh. You don’t want to wake up-”
“Are you two married now?” A tired voice yawned out. You blushed, quickly pulling away from Hook while Hook grabbed the blanket from you and tossed it over his lap. You looked at the blanket and up at Hook whose face was a deep color red and gave you a shy smile. You had no idea you had this effect on him and it was just a kiss.
“What are you doing up, sleepy head?” You asked, quickly pausing the movie so Nick wouldn’t see anything bad.
“TV is too loud.” Nick shuffled towards you and climbed onto the sofa and into your lap.
“Oh, okay Nicky sorry.” You grabbed the remote and put it on a different channel. You clicked Bluey on for the young boy to fall asleep to.
Once Nick’s eyes were shut and his breathing was steady you looked over at Hook. “We can finish what we started later.” You winked at him, making Hook’s face brighten.
Hook's Masterlist
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some more AUish HCs about reader joining Adam in his AEW debut and reuniting with Christian
I wrote this in my notes app so it’s probably very chaotic pls ignore mistakes if there are any
Part 1 for more context: https://www.tumblr.com/lethimtalktoyeah/730251635380666368/some-hcs-about-reader-joining-adam-in-his-aew
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-after the show ended , you went backstage. Adam was still at ringside greeting people , whilst you decided to sit down on one of the crates backstage. Taking in everything that happened.
-“You know that identity theft is not a joke right?” A familiar voice came booming down the hallway. Glancing up you saw Christian approaching you.
-He is pointing from his sleeveless turtleneck to your cropped one
-“You know you shouldn’t base your identity on a piece of clothing.” You retort in a deadpan tone
-Christian came to a halt in front of you and you couldn’t help but to eye him up and down. You haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Your schedules basically eliminating any chance of meeting up , especially because of your work abroad
-“You really gonna keep an old man waiting huh?” his voice brought you back to reality. Christian was standing in front of you , arms opened to welcome you into a hug. His eyes sparkling amused despite trying to act offended.
-You left your spot on the crate to hug the man tightly
-“Sorry it’s just been so long.” You mumble into his chest, voice muffled
-“mhm too long.” You feel him nod as he rests his head against yours
-“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you’d work here.” His voice holds little to no accusation, he was simply too content to have you back again
-“We thought taking you by surprise and getting your reaction would be the best thing to do.” You step back , reluctantly leaving his embrace so you could look up at him
-“And I have to say, seeing your dumbfounded expression was absolutely worth it.”
-He narrows his eyes at you , grumbling. “Your return didn’t phase me that much.” You raise a brow at him, trying to suppress the smirk that was already tugging at the corners of your mouth
-“It was the absolut idiotic decision to join Adam as his right-hand woman that really got me.”
-Now he is smirking down at you “I mean come on , who in their right mind willingly puts up with Adam?!”
-“We’ve been here for a few hours and you are already trying to turn my right-hand woman against me.” You hadn’t even noticed Adam approaching the two of you
-“She’s not putting up much of a fight.” Christian shrugs, smirking as he slings an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side
-Adam only rolls his eyes before subtly throwing you a wink “it’s like we’ve never been apart”
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• acknowledgment — roman reigns •
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{ masterlist } | { wwe masterlist } | { roman reigns masterlist }
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{ summary } — your job was simple, acknowledge your tribal chief
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, oral sex { male receiving }, power imbalance, power play, asphyxiation, hair pulling, face slapping, tit slapping, pussy slapping, throat fucking, cumshots, facials, throat pie, size difference, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, squirting
{ word count } — 2.9k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x roman reigns
{ genre } — smut
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it was a flurry of emotions after roman’s triumphant win over a now heartbroken cody rhodes. paul was spouting praises that fell on your deaf ears as you casually sauntered behind the pack of brothers known as jimmy, jay and solo, the youngest of the three remaining silent all with a brooding stare while his brothers cheered and celebrated their cousin’s big win.
“excellent job out there, my tribal chief! you were absolutely marvellous, cody did not stand a chance-“ paul’s albeit over the top praise of your tribal chief only offered an eye roll on your part. of course roman won, only your wished he had done it on his own instead of relying on the twins and solo to do his bidding. still…you were proud of him nonetheless and he was still champion of course and that’s all that mattered now.
yet roman remained stoic, barely acknowledging their presence for the time being, cody surely did put up a fight, even had you holding your breath in a mix of fear and anticipation, you’d never seen roman so desperate in a match before, and you knew that was eating away at your tribal chief.
“how should we celebrate, my tribal chief? i have a limousine parked out front, wherever you want to go it shall take you-“
“paul.” roman spoke sternly not even offering the wise man a mere glance in his direction, one that made mr. hayman’s blood run cold, his face had an unusual pallor to it, almost going grey in fear, the only word leaving his lips was a meek “yes”
“leave…” roman grumbled, placing his recently defended titles beside him onto the couch with a haphazard throw. “all of you”
you watched them all leave one by one. paul scurried out the door first, followed by the twins, jimmy first than jay. solo held back for a bit offering you a small parting glance as you held the door open for them.
“not you, y/n” roman’s voice shot up from the silence just as you were about to leave. his tone was stern and it left you, admittedly, a bit frightened. you closed the door behind you, quickly turning to face your tribal chief who had already made himself comfortable on the couch. his skin glowing under the warm lights of the locker room, still glazed over with perspiration, his hair slicked back into a haphazard bun, he sat back into the couch legs spread, his chest still heavy with laboured breaths. an inviting sight it surely was. you kept your head down to avoid his gaze, fearful of what your tribal chief’s next words.
“you seemed a bit quiet tonight.” roman simply remarked. eyeing you down curiously. “care to tell me why?”
you managed to gulp down the fear that rose in your throat, still avoiding your tribal chiefs stare.
“t-to be truthful, m-my tribal c-chief…” you began, already stuttering over your words “i was a bit worried that you would not retain tonight…”
“what do you mean by that? did you think that i wasn’t capable of beating some pathetic loser like cody?” roman’s demanded shifted slightly, he leaned forward, a single forearm upon his knee, staring you down, despite the distance in which he sat from you, it felt like his presence was looming over your figure
“no! that not what i meant at all, my tribal chief!-“ your words seemed panicked to roman’s ears which pricked up at your sudden hostility
“then what did you mean by it?” roman sneered, still feeling as if he was standing daggers through you. you stammered over your words, barely able to string a sentence together all in which made roman give up his interrogation with a scoff, resuming his original position on the couch.
“come to think of it, i don’t think i heard you acknowledge your tribal chief yet” he was right, you’d been so caught up today with all the cody drama that you had forgotten completely. you went to open your mouth to speak before roman cut you off again
“not like that, sweetheart” roman reached past the waistband of his ring gear, freeing his cock from the restraint of it. his half hard cock slapped against his stomach, tip glossy with pre-cum. your cheeks grew heated, never had you seen a more magnificent cock. roman was thick, much thicker than any you’ve encountered, his size was also impressive, an imposing nine inches at most, thick veins wrapped around his shaft.
“like this” he slowly began to stroke himself simply at the thought of ruining your throat, you gulped thickly, already feeling a tightness in your oesophagus.
“now…” be began, releasing the grip on his cock “come acknowledge me”
your movements were almost instinctual. just about to practically crawl on your hands and knees towards him if he so please before refraining for a moment. you gathered yourself, allowing yourself to collect your thoughts for a moment despite none of actual substance forming, your gaze merely fixated on roman’s size as he casually stroked the lower half of his shaft. you made slow, cautious strides towards him, his cocky gaze looming over your figure, a sliver of a smirk twitched on the corners of his lips. eventually you’d made your way between his thighs, kneeling before him as he stared down at you demeaningly.
“open your mouth for me” roman instructed, still lazily pumping his cock as you obliged. your tongue parted your lips, the appendage hanging out of your mouth, waiting for his next instruction. he shuffled his hips forward momentarily, hand still wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft, slapping the tip of his cock against the flat of your tongue a couple of times, droplets of his pre-cum mingling with your tastebuds.
his free hand snaked around the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair, tugging at the roots as he pushed your throat down around his cock. you choked at the foreign feeling, a sound that only warmed his loins further. he gave a small gutteral moan, the vibrations of your throat caused such a delicious reverb around his cock.
“shit, babygirl…” roman muttered through clenched teeth as your lips enclosed around his being shaft “who knew you could suck cock this good…”
roman’s words were breathy and almost dreamlike as he continued to use your throat, not allowing you up for air for what felt like minutes at a time. he kept his hips still, the only movement being that of your head, he’d taken it between two hands effectively using your throat as a makeshift fleshlight, not that you cared you were just happy to please your tribal chief.
“mmm…such a good little whore for me…” roman’s eyes fluttered closed in his blissful state, simply basking in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth. the tips of his fingers, as rough as they held your hair, massaged your scalp with small circles. you peered up at him, the whites of your eyes slightly bloodshot and glazed over, the assault on your throat pricked them with tears, roman payed no mind to it, too wrapped up in his own pleasure to care. his cock stretched your lips, his thickness made it feel as if they were going to tear at the corners at any moment. they way he stuffed your throat, trapping the air in your lungs while you choked and gasped around him was nothing short of exhilarating.
“look at you…your little mouth can’t even take half my cock” roman mocked with a sly grin, an equally matched chuckle fell from his parted lips. he stood up, despite being flushed with exhaustion from his match, he’d obtained a sudden burst of energy, what from he dosen’t know, maybe it was the sight of you gagging around his length that got his adrenaline pumping. his grip still tangled in your hair, knuckles turning bone white at the tightness, without warning, he pushed your head further down, his cock sinking into the back of your throat, until the tip of your nose was nestled against the base of his shaft. he would not move, no matter how much you scratched and clawed at his thighs, so desperate for air.
“you need to acknowledge me, sweetheart” you stared up at him, almost a twinge of malaise in your glare but it was quickly dismissed by him. he knew you’d fall in line soon enough. he kept you there for a moment, simply enjoying your choked gasps and sputters, the sensation reverberating around his thick cock. he noticed your eyes beggining to flatter from your fixed gaze upon him, eyelashes starting to bat softly as unconsciousness was slowly taking over. you were just on the brink of passing out when he ripped his cock from your throat
you gasped and choked, finally able to get air into your lungs after what felt like hours, roman stared down at you with a malicious grin, his cock cascading a shadow over your form, his shaft glossed over and dripping with your spit.
“you gonna acknowledge me now?” his tone was dry yet, still held onto that sly flirtatious wit.
“fuck you-“ you did not mean to curse at him like that, let alone raise your voice at him. you hand reached around your throat to try and soothe the burning sensation within it. as much as you enjoyed the wonderful assault from his cock. roman’s gaze quickly turned cold, the once cocky smirk now replaced with a scowl, he barely gave you enough time to catch your breath before he interlocked both hands him your scalp, forcing his thick cock back down your throat for more lovely abuse to continue
“so you’re taking back to me now, huh? who gave you the fucking right to do that, you little whore?” roman’s cock slipped in and out of your throat with ease, desperate to ruin it, to make you choke on his cum.
“you’re only job is to acknowledge me, to take this cock like a good little slut, do you fucking understand me!?” of course you did, roman took the hint by the lack of claw marks in his thighs, the way you’d stopped resisting, not that you were resisting in the first place. the way you’d become completely absent to yourself, being completely subservient to him
roman came down your throat without warning, his hot seed filling your cheeks with warmth. you swallowed him greedily, an apology of sorts for speaking back to him, you showed him your tongue as he pulled out, an act of compliance of some sorts, he related what he had done previously, slapping the tip of his cock against your tongue some droplets fell atop your cheeks as he beckoned you to stand. you did, and with that he offered you a rough slap to your cheek, one that send shockwaves of arousal to your core. he cupped the skin as it began to redden, his thumb smoothing over the burning flesh
“don’t you ever speak to me like that again, otherwise i won’t be so easy on you” his fingers fell to the buttons of your blouse, unbuttoning the semi-sheer material all while keeping you’re gaze. you skin burned with heart, and no that was not the lingering effects of that previous slap, roman had a way of commanding people, making them feel small and helpless under him and by god it was surely working. he had removed your blouse with such ease that you had not even realised it happened before he reached around to unclasp your bra, not before groping your clothed breasts in his large palms.
he was quick to undo the clasps, letting the lace material fall to the floor, he admired your breasts for a moment, adoring them, he repeated the process, groping them, kneading the supple flesh, your nipples hardened at the contact, his calloused palms grazing against the swollen buds. without warning he slapped them both, the sensation made a small yelp of pain to leave your lips. he only chuckled at your reaction. he made his way behind you, impatient and needy as he unzipped your tight pencil skirt, throwing it across the room into the pile of clothes that slowly started to form near the door. roman stuck a large hand into your panties, his fingertips toying with your sensitive clit, marveling at just how wet he had made you.
“you’re such a little slut, you know that, y/n…” he smirked into the crook of your neck. “listen to how fucking wet this little pussy is for me”
he did not have to do much, simply part your folds with his fingers for you to hear that wet sloshing sound of your cunt, one that you adored so much. roman pried his fingertips from your panties bringing them to your lips for you to taste only for him to bypass your lips completely, bringing them to his own. he relished in your sweetness, a drawn out moan ripped through his throat as he licked his fingers clean.
“i might just have to devour you, babygirl” his words gave you a sliver of hope, a gasp help in your throat for a moment.
“but tonight is not about you. it’s about me” roman ripped your panties clean off, leaving your dripping cunt exposed to the elements roma have a harsh slap to your dripping cunt, one that made you wince in excitement. he grabbed your wrist, dragging you over to the couch once more. he took his seated position again, pulling you atop his lap, lining up his thick cock with you entrance. he gave you no time to adjust to your surroundings before he stuffed you full of him
“roman…” you whined, head thrown back in pleasure simply by being stretched out by him. he cocked an eyebrow accusingly at the use of his name.
“my tribal chief…” you corrected yourself quickly. noticing a satisfied smirk form across his lips. “y-you’re so big”
“i know” roman chuckled, beginning to move with slow, deep thrusts to set the pace. he kept his gaze on your breasts, loving the way they voiced and jiggled every time he fucked up into you, a singe hand place on your hip to guide your movements, the way you swirled and bucked against him, so needy and feverish to get him off.
“you look so fucking tiny on my cock” roman mocked, comparing your radical size difference. he took a mental note of the way his cock outlined in your stomach, each thrust made it bulge against your skin. your cunt was trembling around his size, taking each inch deeper and deeper until you were stuffed to the brim. as much as you did not want to admit, you enjoyed the way roman used you like this, his personal fuck toy. it beats doing his paperwork for sure.
your hips seemed to bounce absentmindedly, your mind too fixated in achieving orgasm that you completely forgot you have not acknowledged him yet. your body hummed with pleasure so close to the edge that you did not care if he didn’t cum, you just needed to.
“i acknowledge you, my tribal chief” you whimpered through small, breathless moans. he’d caught ear of your words, simply smirking to himself. he pulled your hips down with both hands, holding you down on his cock as he practically rearranged your insides. roman’s chest heaved with arousal, the force of his thrusts bucked you into his chest, your breasts pushed up against his solid frame. his large palms fell to your ass, gripping the pillowy flesh as he slammed into you with such delicious force. roman’s dementor shifted quite rapidly from before. at first he was insulting, demeaning, now he was attentive, respectful almost
“you gonna cum for me, babygirl” his words were soft against your skin, lips pressed into the crook of your neck. you meekly hummed in response, feeling the tightness of your stomach increase. he rested back into the couch, adoring the way your ass bounced back against his cock. he pried your face up for him to look at. he admired your beauty, they way you mouth hung open with breathless pants, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, completely fucked out
you came around him, the proverbial flood gates opening. nails clinging to his biceps, digging into the flesh as your slammed your hips down against his. he was quick to follow, pressing your hips against his, holding your waist tight as he emptied rope after rope of his cum deep inside you. his lips inches from yours, teasing you with faux kisses before planting open mouthed ones to the side and column of your throat.
“fuck-“ he groaned against your skin, still holding you still. his pupils were blown with a mix of adoration and lust. he peered down at you for a moment, noticing the redness still evident on your cheek, he cupped it again, your skin feeling so delicate in his palm.
“i’m sorry if i hurt you, babygirl…” he hummed softly against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the burning skin. you did not expect such a sensitive and compassion side from roman
“why don’t i take you back to the hotel? eat you out for doing such a good job huh?, how does that sound?”
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"I love you." "Tell me that when you are sober."
●Damian Priest x Reader●
Summary: You get a call about Damian being drunk and only wanting you. You go to pick him up and he confesses his feelings to you. What will happen in the morning?
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Laying in my hotel room bed, I am watching TV and plugging my phone into the charger. I look at the time, seeing it is 11 pm, almost midnight. I yawn, turn the light off, and pull the blanket over myself, laying my head down on the pillow. I slowly start to fall asleep, but my phone starts buzzing on the nightstand. I grab it, seeing a random number is calling me. I hit the red button, set my phone back down, and pulled the blanket over myself again. About two seconds later, my phone starts buzzing again. I sigh, grab my phone, and see the same number again. I hit the red button again and set my phone down. My phone starts buzzing again, and I sigh, sitting up in bed. I grab my phone and answer it, hearing a bunch of noise sounding like someone at the bar or club.
"Hello? Who is this and why do you keep calling me?"
"Umm hey Y/N. It's Dom."
"Mysterio?"
"Yeah it's me."
"Oh. What's up? Is everything okay?"
"Well.... not really. Ummm.... Damian is really drunk right now.... and he...... woah Dame. Calm down."
"Dom. What's going on?"
"Damian is really drunk and screaming that he wants you to come get him. He said he won't move until you are here to get him."
"Me? Why me?"
"Ummmm.... okay I'll tell ya. He has a huge crush on you. But he is to scared to say anything. Now please just come get him. We are at the bar right down the road from the hotel."
"Okay. Give me a few minutes to get changed and I will be there."
"I'll let him know."
Dom hangs up and I sigh getting up, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a cropped black t-shirt. I let my hair down and put my glasses on. I slide on my sneakers and grab my keys and phone. I head out of my hotel room and out to the parking lot. I unlock my car, get in and head towards the bar.
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*at the bar*
I pull into the parking lot, in a parking spot close to the door. I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Dom.
"Hey Y/N! Are you here?"
"Yup. Outside. Near the entrance."
"Okay. Let me grab him and I'll walk him out."
He hangs up and I put my phone back in my pocket watching the door. About 10 minutes goes by, I finally see them walking out the front door. Dom is trying to help Damian walk and I giggle watching them. I get out of my car and walk to the front of the car waving at them. Damian gasps, tries to run over to me but, Dom grabs his arm making sure he doesn't. Damian rips his arm out of Dom's grasp and walks over to me.
"Y/N!"
He grabs me into a hug and I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his waist laying my head on his chest giggling.
"Hey Priest!"
I let go of him but, Damian keeps holding onto me. Dom grabs his arm pulling him off of me. I walk over opening the door for him. Dom helps Damian get into the car as I walk over to the driver's side getting in. Dom puts his seat belt on than closes the door. I turn on the car and put the window down.
"Thanks for picking him up Y/N."
"Of course Dom. Have a good night."
I close the window, wave at Dom than start heading back to the hotel. Damian leans over and puts his head on my shoulder. I smile a little trying to focus on the road.
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*at the hotel*
I park the car and look over at Damian who is laying against the seat looking at me.
"Let's get you inside Dame."
I get out of the car and he tries to get out but, falls onto the ground. I walk over, see him on the ground and sigh shaking my head. He looks up at me and I put out my hand. He grabs it and pulls himself up still kinda stumbling. I put his arm around my neck and put my arm around his waist helping him inside and to the elevator. We go up to his floor and to his hotel room. I grab his wallet out of his pocket, grab his room key and open his hotel room door. I help him inside and walk him over to his bed. I help him sit down and I kneel down untying his boots. I take them off and walk over setting them near the door. I turn around and see him taking his shirt off but, he is having a hard time.
"Let me help you."
I walk over, grab the bottom of his shirt and lift it up over his head. He looks up at me with his mouth hanging open a little. I fold up his shirt, set it ontop of the dresser and turn back looking at him.
"You okay?"
"I love you."
I giggle, look down at the floor than back at him.
"Tell me that when you are sober."
He keeps staring at me and I slightly smile at him.
"Do you want to take your pants off and get ready for bed?"
"Yesss."
He starts unbuttoning his pants and tries pulling them down. I grab them, pull them off of him, folding them and put them ontop of the dresser. He crawls up to the top of the bed and climbs under the covers. I go to the kitchen and grab him a water bottle. I come back and set his water on the nightstand than look over at him. He has his head on his pillow looking up at me.
"Do you need anything else before I go?"
"Could you just lay in bed until I fall asleep? Pretty please?"
I roll my eyes, shake my head and giggle.
"Fine."
I take off my shirt to be in my bra than take my sweatpants to be in the shorts I had on underneath. I grab one of Damian's purple wrestling shirts and put it on taking my bra off underneath. I fold my clothes, put them on the nightstand and turn looking at Damian pulling the blanket back so I can lay down. I lay down on the bed and pull the blanket over my body laying my head down on the pillow.
"You look good in my merch."
"Thanks Dame. Now go to sleep."
"Yes maam."
I roll to my side, back facing him, pulling the blanket up to my neck. He slowly slides his hand across my stomach than wraps his arm around my body pulling me into his chest. I sigh, getting comfortable and he squeezes his arm a little tighter around my waist. I feel him start to snuggle his head into the back of my neck and smile a little liking the feeling of this. I hear him start snoring lightly and I feel my eyes starting to get heavy.
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My eyes flutter open and I rub my eyes looking over at Damian still sleeping. I get up fixing my shorts and walk to the kitchen. I open the fridge seeing he has some bacon and eggs. I grab everything and put it on the counter. I start making breakfast not hearing Damian walk into the kitchen.
"Hey what are you doi...... Y/N?"
"I'm making you some breakfast."
"How did you get into my room?"
"Well mister."
I turn around crossing my arms looking at him.
"Dom called me last night saying you were basically screaming how you wanted me to come pick you up. And you wouldn't move until I came and got you."
"So you came and got me?"
"Obviously."
"And you stayed here the whole night?"
"Yes sir. You asked me to stay until you fell asleep. So I laid down with you but, you wrapped your arm around my waist and wouldn't let go."
He looks at me with his mouth dropped.
"That's not even the best part. You don't remember anything from last night?"
He shakes his head no with his jaw still dropped. I turn back around checking on the food. He comes over standing next to me.
"Well you were struggling to get your shirt off so, I helped you. I actually helped you take your boots and pants off too. Anyways, I folded your shirt and put it on the dresser than turned back around to help you and you....."
I look up at him in his eyes.
"You told me you love me."
His eyes go wide, look of concern on his face and I giggle at him.
"I did not."
"You did."
"What did you say?"
"Tell me that when you are sober."
He blushes and looks down away from me. I giggle and finish up making breakfast. I put the eggs and bacon on plates and set them on the table. Damian grabs some forks and sits down at the table. I sit down looking over at him.
"Dom also told me everything last night too."
"Oh that little weasel. What did he say?"
"That you have a huge crush on me and are to scared to do anything about it."
"Oh he is so gonna get it when I see him."
I giggle looking over at him.
"So it's true?"
He blushes, looks down taking a bite than looks back at me.
"Yes... its true. You just make me so nervous."
"Me?"
"Yes. You are just so confident and beautiful and independent and powerful and......"
I smile blushing looking down. He clears his throat making me look up at him.
"Sorry for rambling on."
"Damian. I may be all those things that you said. But there is one thing I would love to be."
"What's that?"
"Your girlfriend."
"Really?"
He has a shocked look on his face and I giggle at him.
"I'm better at keeping my crush on you a secret."
"Haha very funny."
He grabs my hand and kisses it.
"Y/N. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes Dame. I will."
He gets up, grabs my face and kisses me hard making me stand up wrapping my arms around his neck. We hear a knock at the door and break apart looking at each other. He walks over to the door and I start cleaning up from breakfast. I hear him start talking to someone and they sound like they are getting closer.
"Y/N?!"
I turn around seeing Dom, Finn and JD walking into the kitchen. I wave at them laughing at their shocked faces.
"Hey guys."
"What are you doing here Y/N?"
"Excuse me Dom but you called me to come get Damian last night. What do you think I'm doing here?"
"Shit. I did?"
"Yeah you shit head."
Damian walks up and smacks him in the back of the head. Dom grabs his head looking at me and Damian who is now standing next to me.
"Yo, what was that for?"
"Telling Y/N that I have a huge crush on her and I'm to scared to do anything about it."
"Well you are. All three of us know you are."
I look over at Finn. Damian shakes his head laughing at them.
"Well he wasn't to scared last night to tell me how he felt."
"He was drunk."
"So were you Dom."
"Shut up."
"Anyways, he wasn't scared last night or this morning."
"So are you two together?"
I look over at JD who is kinda eager to know the answer.
"Yes we are."
JD looks down at the floor kinda looking upset. Finn and Dom start cheering.
"Finally! Maybe he will shut the fuck up about you now."
"Yeah. We won't have to hear about his crush on you anymore."
"Oh you two are dead."
He starts chasing Finn and Dom out of the hotel room. I walk up to JD and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey. Don't be upset. I have some friends I could set you up with."
"You would do that?"
"Of course. Now let's go help Finn and Dom."
We run out of the hotel room after them trying to stop Damian.
THE END!!
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opposites attract ✧.* | dominik mysterio x reader!
dominik mysterio x fem! reader
summary: dom and the reader are polar opposites. ever since joining the judgement day, he's turned cold and dark. y/n is the opposite, full of light, and always seen with a bright smile. dom notices this, and little does y/n know, he's had his eye on her longer than she knows.
genre: angst, smut, 18+
a/n: this one was so fun, buckle up guys! <3
the judgement day had been taking over raw for the last couple of months, and y/n hated it. she never understood how a group of once good people, could make every night hell for the other wrestlers. the dark colors, the random attacks on others, she hated it.
as her eyes scanned the screen in front of her, she watched the judgement day continue to appear on her screen. she watched anxiously as dominik, finn, and damian all attacked sami, kevin, and seth. she shook her head, before getting up, not being able to watch the screen anymore.
tonight y/n had a contender's match against rhea ripley, if she could win the match she would be given a title opportunity against her. she had been working hard weekly to get the chance, and she did not want it to go to waste. y/n placed on her attire, known as someone who was full of light, she obviously made sure her attire would match her personality.
once she was finished, she did her pre-match ritual of listening to her favorite music and stretching, before heading to the gorilla since her match against rhea would take place next. she felt like she was in her zone, until she heard a voice behind her.
"you know, you don't stand a chance tonight." she turned around, facing dominik mysterio, who was linked right next to rhea who let out a laugh. dominik was someone she had met briefly, as they started training at the same time, until he had began to turn against everybody, and never spoke to her once he had joined the judgement day.
"am i supposed to be scared that rhea has you attached to her hip at all times? regardless of anything you say against me, i'm not afraid of anyone, especially neither of you." y/n said confidently, as she heard her music hit.
the match between rhea and y/n had taken the show to the next level, with the fans hype and them both taking hits back and fourth. dom made sure to try and distract y/n as much as possible during the match, but even with his efforts, she would manage to find a way to fight back against rhea. the match came to an end with dom being ejected from the ring. once rhea had saw him being thrown out, y/n took the time to use rhea's distraction against her, and hit her finisher on her from behind, stealing the win. with the crowd roaring, and y/n finally getting her opportunity, she headed backstage.
once y/n reached the backstage area, she was greeted with many wrestlers congratulating her. she thanked everyone, before heading back to her locker room to take a quick shower, before heading to the hotel. once she finished showering, she heard her phone buzz, and looked to see a message from liv morgan, one her closest friends.
liv: "congrats on the win! we're all celebrating you tonight at the club, be there! you have no choice! meet me in my room when you're ready, and we'll uber there together. xo, ily <3"
y/n didn't plan on going out, but she knew that if she didn't show up she'd hear about this for a while. so, she grabbed all of her things, and got into her rental car to get herself to her room so she could change and do her makeup for the night.
once she arrived to her hotel room she instantly started playing her getting ready playlist, something that always got her hyped up. she wanted to take a longer shower, since she only did a rinse off after her match, and who knew maybe she'd get lucky tonight. she finished her hair and makeup, and found that she would find perfect timing to put her outfit on. she was always known for wearing a good mini skirt, and crop top, paired with heels when going out, so she kept it simple and decided to go with that.
once she was ready, she texted liv that she would be on her way to her room soon, and took the time to add a layer of lip gloss on, before heading over. once she got there, she knocked on liv's door, and smiled once she opened it. "you look so hot! who are you impressing tonight?" liv said, jokingly, as she let y/n in. "you never know!" y/n replied, laughing, as she sat down on a chair. "you are definitely getting laid tonight looking like that. i made the uber, it should be here in three minutes." liv explained, as she finished putting on her shoes.
once the pair arrived to the club, they saw a good majority of the wrestlers who were on the show prior. liv and y/n split up, as liv found raquel and got tranced into their conversation about their title win. while liv was busy, y/n took the time to go over to the bar and order a drink. she sat down at the bar, ordering a signature vodka cranberry, and waited patiently, scrolling through her phone.
"surprised to see you here." she heard, as she felt a presence next to her. she looked to her side and saw dominik mysterio sitting himself down next to her. she scoffed, as received her drink, taking a sip of it. "why wouldn't i be here?" she questioned him, as she continued to sip on her drink. "you don't seem like the type. plus, if it wasn't for that stupid ass referee throwing me out tonight, you wouldn't be over here celebrating anything."
y/n rolled her eyes, before responding, "first of all, i didn't need any help beating rhea tonight. regardless of if you got kicked out or not, i had that match won. nothing distracts me. second of all, why are you even talking to me, shouldn't you be with your mami? or is she still recovering from her loss?" y/n said, smiling. dom shook his head, and looked her up and down, taking in her outfit. regardless of if he hated how happy she always was, she looked gorgeous every time he saw her. though, he would never admit it.
y/n looked over when she noticed him looking at her. "what are you staring at?" she asked curiously, before finishing her drink. "clearly you." he responded, harshly. "why are you even still here? we're not friends. i'm not friends with people who attack others for literally no reason." y/n said, as she started to get annoyed. "no reason? these people deserve it. you know, you act like you're such a sweet person all the time, but deep down, i know you aren't as good as you try to present yourself. and this skirt that you're wearing, tells me that i'm right." he said, smirking.
y/n scoffed, "you know nothing about me." she said in response. "tell me then, am i wrong? is it wrong of me to know that deep down, i know that you've got dark side? you hide behind all of these bright colors and smiles, but you're hiding something. you and i both know, you're far from innocent." he added.
y/n knew that he was right, she definitely did have a side that wasn't so innocent, but would never admit that to him. "even if i did, you would never find out." she said, confidently, as she looked at him. she eyed his outfit, noticing the all black outfit he was wearing. as much as she hated to admit it, as much as he had changed, he looked good as hell with the new way that he presented himself.
"aw, you know it's rude to stare, baby. you can keep denying it, but i know you want this as bad as i do." he smirked, as he drank. y/n let out a gasp she didn't know she was holding in, as she looked away from him. he was right, she did want him, but she didn't want him to gain the satisfaction being right. "how many times do i have to tell you, you don't know anything about me." y/n repeated. "let me learn then," dom replied, as he placed his hand onto her leg, slowly running it up to her thigh. "i've wanted to learn about every inch of you since i've met you." he said, as he continued to run circles against her thigh.
y/n gulped slightly, and thought for a moment. she knew that if she did anything with him tonight, he would never leave her alone about it. but, deep down she knew that she wanted this as bad as he did. "what do you want from me?" she questioned, as she looked up at him. dom smirked, and brought his mouth to her ear before responding, "i wanna ruin you. i want to see the side of you nobody else does." she felt herself shiver at his touch.
"take me home." she responded, and dom smirked slightly, grabbing her hand, and walking her out of the club. with the club being packed with wrestlers, there were already drivers ready to take the wrestlers who had been drinking home. when the pair got into the car, y/n felt dom's hand start to creep up her leg again, she looked over at him, and he sent her a slick smile, before whispering in her ear, "keep quiet." she nodded, as she felt his hand slowly creep up her skirt. luckily the driver was distracted, and it was dark in the city, because the driver would have been in for a show otherwise. y/n bit her lip to keep quiet, as she felt him graze over her panties with his hand. she felt wetness begin to come down, and she looked up at him.
before anything else could happen, they had arrived at the hotel, and she let out a sigh of relief, before they thanked the driver. once the two got into the hotel, she followed him in anticipation to his room. as soon as the door unlocked, it was like a switch had flipped, and dom instantly brought her inside, pulling her into a heated kiss, and closing the door behind him. she softly moaned into the kiss when she felt him push her down onto his bed, as he took his shirt off. he began to trail kisses down her neck. the way he kissed and sucked on different parts of her neck let her know instantly that it would leave a mark in the morning. he lifted her shirt off of her, began to leave kisses down her chest, down to her stomach.
"i need to taste you." he said, as he started to take her skirt off. she bit her lip, as she watched him pull her panties off. "you better let go for me, i want to hear you." dom said, as he attached his mouth to her pussy. she let out a moan, as she felt him begin to suck on her clit, entering two of his fingers inside of her. "you're so fucking wet, baby. i knew you wanted this." he said, smirking, as he attached his mouth back to her clit. "fuck, dom. please, don't stop!" she said softly, as she watched him. he smirked, as he started to move his fingers quicker, and looked up at her noticing the way she was tightening around his fingers. "aw, are you gonna cum for me already?" he said, "you better hold it, you don't cum until i'm inside of you." he said, sternly.
dom felt himself growing harder in his jeans, and he knew he needed her, right at that point. y/n gasped, as she felt him remove his fingers out of her. she watched as he started to take his jeans and boxers off, biting her lip. she felt herself start to slip into a different mode, before saying, "please fuck me, daddy. i need you now." she admitted, causing dom to smirk. "i knew it." he whispered, as he inserted himself inside of her. "you're so fucking tight. are these guys not fucking you good enough?" he smiled, as he started to move inside of her. y/n moaned loudly, and dom moved faster, "tell me, do they fuck you like this?" he questioned, as he moved his fingers down to rub circles around her clit.
"no, daddy! fuck, they don't make me feel like you." y/n said, in between moans. dom grunted at the sight of her, moving his free hand down to her throat. "you are so fucking sexy like this. this is exactly how i pictured you to be. a fucking slut behind the mask you put on." he said, as she tightened around him.
y/n knew she was close, as she felt her stomach tightening up. "please, daddy. please, let me cum." she moaned out, as she held onto his arms. "i wanna cum for you so bad." she whispered, as she closed her eyes. dom smirked at the sight, as he watched her. "cum for me, baby. let it out." he said, finally allowing her to finish around him.
y/n let out a loud moan, yelling out his name as she felt herself release against his cock, shutting her eyes, as he slowed down to allow her to finish. he bit his lip, and looked at her. "i wanna watch you swallow my cum." he said, and she nodded, biting her lip. "get on your knees right now." she obeyed quickly, getting on her knees looking up at him with sweet eyes, as he started to jerk off into her mouth. "cum for me daddy, i want all of your cum." she whispered to him, causing him to moan as he started to release into her mouth, she made sure to swallow every drop, licking him clean.
dom let out a sigh, as he looked up at him, getting up. he looked down, pulling her into another kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. "you are so fucking sexy, i hope you know that." he said, as he pulled her hair behind her ear for her. "mm, you were to good at what you did." she admitted, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "well, i mean. we can always do it again." he said, "round two?" she asked, chuckling.
the end.
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comfort | rhea ripley
rhea ripley x fem!reader
summary: comforting rhea as she handles the disappointment of not being on the summerslam card.
word count: 1,620
warnings: some small sexual implications basically
a/n: just something simple i wrote in my upset over no rhea at ss :/
With Rhea’s schedule, you definitely didn’t get to spend time with her as much as you’d like. She was on the road often, and you led a normal life at a home she’d frequently have to be away from for days at a time. You tried to attend any shows that were close enough and aligned with your schedule, but your priority was always PLEs. And of course, with SummerSlam being the second biggest PLE of the year, you were absolutely going to be there. While you and Rhea would be traveling together for the most part, she had plenty of media events so you wouldn’t be seeing much of her in the days leading up to the show. However, Rhea was home for a couple of days ahead of her schedule in Detroit, and those days would be reserved solely for the two of you.
But during those days, you couldn’t help but notice that Rhea seemed off. You knew her better than anyone, so when there was a difference in her mannerisms, you could tell. She wasn’t her usual smiley, flirty, goofy self that she was with you; she was much quieter, reserved, and seemed to be lost in her own head. When she arrived home late Tuesday night, you figured she was just tired. You had greeted her at the door by practically throwing yourself into her arms, and she kissed you chastely before placing you down and mumbling that she wanted to shower and get in bed. Salaciously, you offered to shower with her - smiling innocently despite your intent - but she said she was going to be quick and you’d might as well just wait for her in bed. You frowned at that, but tried not to feel too disappointed since it was late and she probably was exhausted; you just hadn’t seen her in days and missed her desperately.
Then the next morning came, and you were certain something was up. You’d woken up before her and decided to let her sleep in - even though she would probably give you hell for it later. Some mornings, you two would go out for a nice little breakfast, but you took it upon yourself to cook up something for you two at home. Cooking wasn’t exactly your specialty, but for her, you would always go all out (to the best of your capability). Once the meal was done, you made a plate for Rhea and set it aside before checking your bedroom to see if she was awake yet.
Sure enough, she was, but when you walked in you saw her sitting up with her head in her hands and her phone discarded to your side of the bed.
“Rhea…” you began, making your way over to her in concern. “What’s wrong baby?”
Hearing your voice, she lifted her head and you placed a soft kiss to the top of it, to which she immediately smiled, but it wasn’t a genuine, wholehearted Rhea smile you knew so well. She saw the worry in your eyes and knew she wouldn’t be able to fool you for a second, nor did she want to. With you, she knew she could be open, transparent, and honest; with you, she could be weak when she had to be strong everywhere else.
“They’re keeping me off SummerSlam,” Rhea revealed, pushing hair out of her face in frustration. “Not enough time and not enough build for me and Raquel.”
Your eyes widened upon hearing this, because it didn’t make sense to you how she just wasn’t on the card to defend her title as one of the most over wrestlers in the company. Even more puzzling, it truly seemed like they were heading down the Rhea v. Raquel path, something even Rhea had told you about weeks ago. Now, she was matchless and off the card besides any Judgment Day antics for such a major PLE, making Rhea’s feelings entirely reasonable. You weren’t even sure how to comfort her, but to her, all she really needed was just you.
“Oh, Rhea. I’m so sorry, you deserve to be on the card. You’ve worked your ass off for this,” you consoled, crawling back into bed next to her. She leaned into you, relishing in your warmth despite how defeated she felt.
“It just fucking sucks. Even worse when it makes people start questioning me as a champion, I’ve seen that a lot on social media recently.”
Just hearing that made you angry, because it was entirely out of Rhea’s hands at that point.
“What control do you have over the booking? Of course you’d be out there if it was up to you!” you exclaimed, letting your emotions take over for a moment. Rhea chuckled at this, loving how passionate and fiery you could be - especially over her.
“People don’t think about that, they just see me not defending the title and run with it,” she sighed, shifting from her spot beside you to lean back against the headboard. Her eyes focused on the ceiling, lost in thought and vexation. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been last night and this morning, love. I know you were worried.”
Your gaze softened, placing your hand against her cheek before connecting your lips to hers. It was the first real time you’d gotten to kiss her since she left the week prior and you had missed the feeling so terribly, and so did she. Rhea deepened the kiss, her tongue swiping across your bottom lip deviously. You were glad she seemed to be feeling better, at least.
“You have nothing to apologize for, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know you try to shoulder things on your own sometimes,” you chided, pushing a few of her stray hairs behind her ear. Though you thought she looked incredible every time she showed up on WWE television, you loved being able to see her in this state so much - bare-faced, still not even fully awake, hair a little messy.
“Well you always pry it outta me,” Rhea laughed, squeezing your thigh.
“Because I need Rhea Ripley to know she doesn’t have to be invincible. You can feel things like a normal human and I’ll be here to remind you how amazing you are.”
“Baby, I knew I wasn’t invincible the moment I met you,” she corrected. “My kryptonite.”
Rhea pulled you on top of her, earning a surprised gasp and giggle from you which she adored. Once you were settled, she took a moment to appreciate how beautiful you looked. She was so in love and so in awe of you, and she felt that constantly, but it was like her heart was going to burst out of her chest each time she was physically near you.
“I feel like I’m disappointing you. I mean you took off work and committed to traveling to watch me perform, and now I’m not even on the show,” Rhea spoke honestly. She was heartbroken that she wouldn’t be able to see you in the crowd, cheering her on during her match.
“Shhh,” you silenced her. “I’m only disappointed for you, but I still get to be with you for a few days even if you’ll be busy most of the time. I don’t have a single regret.”
She knew you would feel that way, but that didn’t erase the small amount of guilt she still felt. Regardless, she appreciated the hell out of you, and already was in much higher spirits just from talking to you. Of course, her frustration was still there, tugging at her, but now she had you looking at her so sweetly and it helped infinitely. You were proud of her no matter what and she could only hope that she’d make it onto the next PLE card to put on a good match for you.
“God, how did I get so lucky?” she asked, kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and then your lips. You rolled your eyes, about to open your mouth to tell her you were the lucky one (which she already expected you to say) but she stopped you in your tracks by bringing her hands to your butt and squeezing. She watched your eyes light up mischievously and laughed, certain the action had your thoughts running - it absolutely did to her.
“I made breakfast, by the way,” you mentioned, almost as a joke because you were well-aware food was likely the last thing on her mind now. And you were right about that.
“You’re an angel, but do you really think I’m thinking about breakfast right now?”
“Hmm, maybe,” you giggled. “And I’m not an angel. I’m just your girlfriend.”
You were still teasing, so Rhea played the same game. She traced her thumb along your bottom lip, reveling in the way your lips almost instinctively parted as if you were inviting her in. Realistically, you were. You had been craving her since she got home the night before and now she had enticed you fully.
“Don’t play dumb, pretty girl. But at least you know you’re mine,” Rhea grinned. Her thumb left your lip and instead her fingers entangled in your hair. Her lips came crashing onto yours, now a much hungrier, devilish kiss. She was consumed by both passion and love for you, but also anger over SummerSlam. Even still, you and Rhea were going to have a great weekend in Detroit and show them exactly why she should have been on the card.
“‘M not playing,” you got out between feverish kisses.
“Then how about we start?”
But for now, you two were just going to enjoy each other.
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Hi! Starting over again!
Idk how many people may remember this blog but hi! I'm Val aka Smolwritingchick.
I used to post The Bangtan Gal here on Tumblr. A BTS Jungkook love story about an 8th member of BTS, Jennie Walker.
I'm starting over. I have two stories I want to post on here that I deleted. A wrestling story called Forced To Believe which is about a female member of The Shield from WWE (I posted that on fanfiction.net many years ago) and my BTS story, Bangtan Gal. Currently editing chapters and will post them soon.
I took a long break from writing due to my mental health and just lack of motivation to write as I focused more on work and had other passions. But I miss it and would love to repost my work. I'm not a big fan of the fanfiction.net site these days so I will be posting my stories on Wattpad, Tumblr and Archive of our own for now on.
I'm hoping to continue The Bangtan Gal as I plan out new chapters after editing the old ones. For now, what matters is that I'm having all these chapters up from what has already been written so people can reread.
I don't really care about the notes or views. I just want to post these up again and see where it goes.
I keep rereading my stories and I really miss it so why not?
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