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Bow & Arrow (One Shot)
Did I say Monday? I’m a liar! 😂 This was a request by @cuttingedge3 thank you so much for requesting, love!! I loved writing this for you and I really hope you enjoy it! 💙💙💙
Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader
Summary: Damian and JD all decide to get matching tats in PR during Backlash weekend. Reader- who is Damian’s S/O- accompanies them and she and Damian come back to the US with matching tats of their own.
Tags: fluff, established relationship, dating, matching tattoos, wrestler!couple, grand gesture.
Word Count: 782
Puerto Rico was amazing.
I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun since coming into the WWE! The vibe since we landed in Puerto Rico has been so electric. As soon as we landed we’d all been enveloped in nothing but hospitality and warmth that only a beautiful island like Puerto Rico can offer.
During Backlash weekend, my boyfriend Damian and the rest of The Judgement Day decided to get matching tattoos. The idea didn’t surprise me one bit due to how close they’d all become since being put together.
I’ll admit though, that I was feeling a bit left out as I watched them talk amongst themselves about what tattoos they were going to get. And then as I watched them excitedly taking pictures and videos for insta once the tats were all done.
That is, until Damian came to sit down next to me holding a thick binder filled with photos of the artists’ work.
Very matter-of-factly, he said to me, “I think we should get matching tattoos too.”
The idea of me getting a tattoo was a bit jarring, yet it didn’t shock me that Damian was the one to bring it up. He always carried himself with an ‘if it feels right, do it.’ type of attitude that I always found both intimidating and insanely attractive.
“What?!” I exclaimed as I laughed. But Damian just shrugged and he gave me a smirk that said, ‘why not?’
Despite a tattoo feeling like this huge and permanent thing and Damian and I haven’t been dating for all that long, it felt 1000% easy to say yes and to start scanning through the binder with him.
We looked and looked, but nothing felt just right. Until we got to a page with couples tattoos- one was a flaming bow, and the one that corresponded was a flaming arrow.
“Yes.” I said.
Damian wordlessly kissed my temple before he lead me by the hand toward one of the tattoo artists.
“You sure you don’t wanna back out?” Rhea quipped, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not gonna come off in the shower, dude.” She laughed and I laughed with her.
“I know! I’m good. I’m sure.” I smiled.
“Need someone to hold your hand?” Dom asked, snickering with Rhea. He ducked out of the way just as I reached over and before I could ruffle his hair playfully.
“I need you to get outta my face, ya jackass.” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I can do this! It’s not like it’s a massive tattoo.” I shrugged.
But as I sat on the tattoo chair and watched the artist prepare the needle my hands started to tremble a bit.
I’d heard nightmare stories about certain tattoos hurting like a bitch or flaring up in infection without warning and… well, I was kinda shitting myself.
Damian immediately noticed my nerves and he threaded his fingers through mine.
“If you don’t wanna get it, you don’t have to, muñeca. Rhea’s right, it’s a super permanent thing and-“ He started to say as he squeezed my hand in a show of sympathy until I shook my head and interrupted him.
“I’d get your face tatted on my ass if I didn’t think that was entirely too tacky, babe. The tattoo’s not the problem.” I said and we laughed, even the tattoo artist. “I’m just… you know I don’t like needles. Even if it’s a tattoo needle.” I bit my lip nervously as Damian’s thumb stroked my hand in a soothing gesture.
“We’ll talk. I can distract you, you’ll be fine.” He smiled as I turned onto my side to give the tattoo artist access to my rib cage. We decided to add the date that we officially became a couple, scattered through the inky flames of our tattoos.
Damian and I talked through it all, with me only wincing maybe once or twice throughout. I let his soothing deep voice lull me into a calmness that made me forget all about the tattoo gun piercing my skin.
When the artist was all done with our tattoos we checked ourselves out, smiling wide at the finished product.
“I love you… Can we get that mofongo now, please? I’m starving!” I asked as I kissed Damian a few times. He laughed at my pained expression and my stomach growled as if on cue.
“Ay, la princesa tiene hambre. (ay the princess is hungry.)” Dom mocked while I rolled my eyes playfully and ignored him, just focusing on my boyfriend.
“Otro besito y nos vamos a comer mofongo! (Another little kiss and we’ll go eat mofongo!)” Damian replied and I was all too eager to oblige…
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Pleasurable Mistakes - Jey Uso (18+)
Pairing: Jey Uso x Female!Reader
Summary: The reader gets caught having a intimate moment in Jey's room.
Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Smut, Fingering, Masturbation
Word Count: 3,578
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“Once we graduate, we should totally get an apartment together to save money!” Jey smiled widely, his voice slightly cracking with excitement.
“Yeah! When you’re off traveling for the WWE, I’ll stay and take care of the apartment! It’ll totally save up money.”
“Can we get a dog?” Jey pointed out.
“How about a cat?” You persuaded.
“I can work with a cat.” Jey grinned.
“God, why don’t you two get married already.” Jimmy, Jey’s twin, spoke up. You and Jey gave each other weird looks before looking at Jimmy across the lunch table.
“We’re not getting married.” Jey laughed.
“Yeah, we’re thinking financially, you know once we graduate high school you actually can’t really live on your own in this economy and the way it’s going.” You picked through your school lunch, regretting not taking your car to school so you could have left for lunch and get Taco Bell. It was such a nice day and your mother insisted you walk.
“Whatever, when I graduate I’m going to get into the WWE, find myself a hot wife and buy a house.” Jimmy nodded with a smirk on his lips.
“You, a hot wife?” You laughed. “You can’t even find a hot girlfriend.”
Jey laughed along with you as Jimmy gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes with an embarrassed blush on his face, grabbing his lunch tray as he stood up from the table. “Whatever! You’ll see, Y/N, you’ll all see!” Jimmy stormed towards the trash cans, tossing whatever food he didn’t eat and headed towards his homeroom to sit and brew.
Jimmy in fact did show you, he got into the wrestling industry, trained hard and got himself in the WWE, it wasn’t long until he had a nice looking lady on his side and within a few years he proposed. You also showed Jimmy, you were correct all those years ago about the economy not getting any better, taxes were up, and so were milk, gas and rent in the nice city of Miami you grew up in, but you and Jey stuck to your word.
Right after graduation, you lived under your parents roof a little longer until the following year, once money was saved up you and Jey went on with your plan and placed a down payment on an apartment with a nice view of the Atlantic ocean. Popping open champagne on the first night in the apartment, you and Jey stood on the balcony, watching the waves of the ocean roll in and the moon high in the sky reflecting in the water.
Glass in hand you stared off into the distance and on instinct, you placed your head upon Jey’s broad shoulder. “We did it.” You sighed happily.
“Yeah, we did.” Jey maneuvered his glass into his other hand while his right hand wrapped around your waist which immediately sparked something in you.
As the years passed, Jey went into some training along with his brother and they were immediately signed to the WWE, possibly because they were a package pair or because their father was also Rikishi some would argue but you’d always back them up and say they were there due to their hard work.
Watching Jey and Jimmy take their career higher and higher every Friday Night made you a little closer to the brothers. Even though Jey was never home regularly he still made sure to text and call daily whether it be checking up on you or giving you an update on where he was at and when he’d be coming home. It made your heart swell knowing he was thinking of you but it also feared you. What was he doing when on the road? Was he at bars? Was he fucking women while celebrating his wins?
Then again, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you never asked any personal questions. You never pushed him when he came home, wanting to know all the details on what he did while traveling knowing he was too tired to do anything when he came home, bags in the living room and him collapsing on the couch.
“So, any plans for tonight?” Jey asked through the phone that you held against your ear while typing a paper out for work.
“Me? Plans on a Saturday night? Psh.” You scoffed following it with a laugh as you skimmed through the pages. “I’m just finishing this report for work, take a shower, have a glass of wine and most likely watch a show.”
“Boring!” Jey sang loudly to where you had to pull the phone away with a smile. “You should enjoy yourself, go to the club and have men buy you drinks!”
You could hear the playfulness in Jey’s voice but you couldn’t help but to frown, you wanted him to buy you drinks and take you to the club, not some strange man grinding against you and trying to get you drunk to have his way with you. Shaking your head you cleared your throat, shutting your laptop. “I’m good.” You reassured.
“Your Saturday night, princess. Spend it however you want.”
You broke out in goosebumps at the pet name he gave you, wishing he really meant it and not in a sarcastic way. “I will, thank you.” You placed your laptop on top of the coffee table.
“Well, don’t have too much fun with Mr. Whiskers. No parties.” Jey teased.
“No parties, I promise.” You laughed, just on cue yours and Jey’s gray tabby cat Mr. Whiskers jumped on the couch and started to make biscuits on the cushion. “Where are you anyway?”
“We just got to the airport, it shouldn’t be a long flight but I’ll be home soon. Oh, we’re actually boarding the flight right now, so I’ll talk to you later.” Jey said.
“Okay.” You bit your lip. “Oh and Jey?”
“Yeah, Y/N?”
It was silent, you didn’t follow up with anything, your stomach twisted, you wanted to tell him how much you missed him and how excited you are to see him again after being on the road for months. “N- Nothing, never mind. Safe travels.”
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”
With that the phone beeped a few times showing that the call ended. Sighing out loud you set your phone down next to you. “Well, Mr. Whiskers look like it’s just us for a bit.” You looked over at him at the other side of the couch to see he was already curled up and fast asleep. “I guess it’s just me.” Getting up you went to the kitchen, grabbing a meal prep from the freezer and heated it up.
Chowing down on the rice and chicken with a side of veggies you tossed the plastic container in the sink reminding yourself to wash it in the morning. Tidying a bit around the apartment you wanted to make the place look nice when Jey arrived. Placing the vacuum back and all the cleaning supplies in their rightful place you exhaled a tired breath, looking around the spotless apartment.
Satisfied with how everything looked, you made your way towards the bathroom, turning the light on and shutting the door behind you, you looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under your eyes as your hair was in a messy bun from a long day's work. You started to strip from your street clothes. Making your way to the shower you started it up, getting it to the temperature you wanted.
The steam started to roll immediately showing that the water was getting warm quickly. Stepping out of your panties and tossing your bra in the pile you pulled back the curtain and stepped into the water. “Shit.” You hissed, quickly reaching for the cold knob and turning it to balance the temperature.
Humming softly as the water turned more comfortable to your liking, you bowed your head underneath it, letting it spray down on you and roll down your back. Goosebumps broke out as the water strolled down your body and the steam danced along your nipples, making them hard.
Shivering at the sensation your mind went to Jey. Leaning against the tile wall with your eyes closed you slowly started to realize how much you missed Jey’s smile, his laugh along how he’d watch you everytime you cracked a joke or how his muscles would tighten and ripple from the pushups and situps he’d do in the living room.
Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip as you started to think more of Jey in a sexual way. You’ve never seen what he was packing under his pants but you knew by the way he walked he had some size.
Your fingers danced along your stomach, making their way south of your body and cupping your hot sex. Exhaling a soft breath, the tip of your index finger and middle finger swirled around your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself out loud. Applying more pressure to your clit, you bite your lip harder imagining it being Jey’s hand toying with you. “Jey, please. Put it in.” You whined, your fingers still teasing your clit, slowly picking up the pace.
Your cunt clenched around nothing, your stomach slowly started to tighten as you built your orgasm. Finally deciding to back off from your clit, your two fingers slowly traced your lips, collecting your dripping juices. “Oh Jey.” You said softly. Slowly inching your fingers up into your entrance, your cunt tightly wrapped around your digits as they sunk deeper inside. Your mouth collected saliva as the delicious pleasure started to drive up your spine.
Slowly dragging your two digits out you plunged them back inside of you letting out a soft moan, echoing in the bathroom. Your wrist started to ache but that didn’t stop you from picking up the pace. Your fingers quickly pushed in and out of your slippery cunt, your walls squeezing and sucking your fingers back in with a warm squelchy welcome.
Your thoughts ran wild as you imagine Jey, naked behind you grabbing your neck with his other hand while his free hand finger fucked you. “God, Jey. Gonna come.” You moaned out, your walls fluttering around your cunt. The warm water still sprayed from the head of the shower down onto your bare breasts as you tossed your head back against the tile wall with a loud ‘thud’.
The wetness of your cunt and your panting moans mixed in the air with the steam rolling around the hot shower. Your orgasm came quickly, coming undone on your fingers as they dripped with your creamy color. “Holy fuck.” You panted, resting against the cool wall with the mixture of the hot water made goosebumps rise on your skin again.
Slowly pulling your drenched fingers out from your aching pussy, you rinsed them off underneath the shower and finished up washing your hair and body. Once you rinsed yourself off, you turned the shower off and grabbed a towel.
Feeling much better after a little time, you stepped out of the bathroom, steam rolling past your ankles into the hallway. You held the towel around your body tight and started to make your way towards your bedroom. Stopping in front of a closed door, you looked at it. Jey’s room. You never went in when he was out traveling, you respected his privacy too much to even step one foot inside when he wasn’t home.
‘Don’t you miss his smell, though?’ A small voice in the back of your head announced.
You did miss his smell. The strong cologne he wore was always your favorite, smelling like hickory and vanilla. You squeezed your thighs together as your core grew warmer at the thought of smelling his pillows real quick. Looking towards the front door to see it was still locked and no sign of anyone coming in, you grabbed the door knob and twisted it, pushing the door open.
Standing in the hallway you looked inside the dark room, flicking the switch on the room soon became bright and showed off his wrestling memorabilia. His room was neat and clean, dressers dusted and tidy along with the large flat screen tv hanging from the wall and his gaming system hooked up to it. You eyed his dirty laundry, seeing a sweater hanging from the side of the hamper.
Stripping your towel off, you let it drop to the floor, pooling around your feet. Stepping out of it, you grabbed the black hoodie, holding it tight and inhaling his scent. Moaning softly you remembered he wore this sweater when he was making a protein shake after his gym workout. The memory made you smile as you slipped it on over your head and now covered your upper half and slightly some of your lower half.
You inched your way to his bed, seeing how he neatly tucked his sheets in and the bed comforter pressed firmly with no wrinkles. You instantly ruined it as you laid on top of his made bed, his scent wafting in the air hitting your nostrils. Humming at the smell of Jey your brain became fuzzy and warm along with your cunt slowly started to throb again, wanting to be full once more.
You knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t be in his room especially when he was on his way home. You nuzzled your head back into the soft pillows, gripping the chest of his sweater and bringing it to your nose you inhaled deeply once more. Memories of Jey flooded your mind as your heart hammered in your chest and cunt started to drip again. You needed another round to calm you down and this time in his bed.
Your right hand slowly traveled down your stomach like before. You skipped past your clit, not wanting to tease yourself anymore as your fingers pressed against your soaking entrance you pushed past your folds with no hesitation. “Fuck, Jey!” You cried out, arching your back as your two fingers plunged in and out of your pussy. Your eyes closed tight as your head tossed back into the pillow even more.
Jaw slack and mouth hung open, your fingers scissored deeper into your pussy but it just wasn’t enough. You needed another, your ring finger pressed against your middle and inched itself past your tight walls. “Y- Yes, more, more, fuck Jey I want more!” As you had three fingers inside your cunt, fucking yourself, your lower stomach tightened, you could see Jey behind your eye lids, he was there above you fucking you raw and moaning with you. “Yes, Jey. Please ‘Mmm close.” You sobbed.
As your orgasm was about to ripple through your body you heard your name being shouted, your eyes snapped open while your fingers quickly drove out of your wet cunt as you quickly sat up in the messy slightly damp bed. There stood Jey, suitcase by his side with wide eyes and jaw dropped.
“J- Jey! I can explain!” You grabbed the hem of the black sweater you wore and tugged it down your lower half to hide your dripping cunt. “I- I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You apologize, rooted to the bed you couldn’t move but just say how sorry you were. You disrespected him, his privacy, his bed, the friendship. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you see Jey not moving from the spot.
“So,” Jey’s tongue darted past his plumped lips. “You play with yourself in my bed instead of throwing parties while I’m gone.”
Still too scared to even realize Jey was joking you choked out a ‘no’.
“I must admit, this is a better sight to come home to instead of a loud party.” Jey smirked, his dark hooded eyes ran over your body.
“Y- You’re- You’re not mad?” You hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks.
Jey’s hands started to fiddle with his belt and unbutton his pants. “Does this look like I’m mad?” As he finished his words, he pushed down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock sprung upwards, hitting his stomach.
“Oh my god- Jey!” You quickly shielded your eyes, looking away from him in respect. “I- I.”
You heard more shuffling being done towards the doorway and felt the bed dip on the opposite side you were looking from. “Hey, Y/N.” Jey grabbed your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “Please, Y/N, I need to know if you really want this, if you want me.” He whispered ‘me’ softly.
Finally opening your eyes to see Jey fully naked laying right next to you had your face heating up, your best friend caught you masturbating in his bed and now he was laying naked next to you. “I- I do want it, Jey. I’m so sorry for- for doing this in your bed.” You sniffed.
Jey had a large smile plastered on his face and tossed his head back slightly with a laugh. “I wasn’t expecting it but I much do love coming home with you on my bed fucking yourself silly on your fingers.” He groaned the last part. You caught how his dick twitched as he spoke.
“Then yes, please Jey, I want you. I want all of you.” You begged him.
“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” Jey leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in a hot kiss. Your lips moved along with his as he slowly guided himself on top of you, wedging in between your legs and making sure not to crush you with his full weight. “Been wanting to be in between these legs.” Jey said in between kisses. “Deep inside this pussy.” He moaned.
You whined against his lips, wishing you did this little stunt nearly ten years earlier but always too scared not knowing if he felt the same way you did. “Please, Jey. I’ve waited long enough, give it to me.”
Jey shivered at your words, looking down, his hard cock was poking against your thigh, twitching in anticipation to be inside of you. Jey’s hand went in between your bodies as he gripped the thick base of his cock and slowly nudged the tip of his cock against your still wet pussy. You both exhaled a satisfying breath as he sank deeper inside of you with ease due to you preparing yourself for the past hour.
“You feel so fucking good, snug around my dick.” Jey moaned. “Were you getting this pretty little pussy ready for my fat cock?”
Too dazed to even speak, you nodded with soft moans leaving your lips, your legs wrapping around his waist as he started to swirl his hips in a circular motion. “Hmm, Jey.” You moaned, enjoying how his cock stretched you wider.
Jey’s moans rang in your ear, making your cunt grip his cock tighter in a reaction you didn’t expect. “Fuck, darling yes.” Jey hissed through gritted teeth as he started to rut his hips against you, his cock pushing deeper inside of you with every thrust. As he pulled his cock out it was slow, slightly painful but soon pleasure rushed through your body as he pushed back in.
“Jey!” You screamed as his pace started to pick up in a sloppy manner.
“You sound so fucking sweet, scream for me baby.” Jey panted, his wet cock slipping in and out of your tight channel. ‘Fucks’ and ‘shits’ escaped both of your mouths as both of your orgasm started to approach.
“I- I’m close Jey!” You warned as your vision slightly blurred and the coil in your stomach started to tighten. “I want- want your come baby, I want your come!” You begged, rolling your hips against each of his thrusts.
Jey nearly stopped his movements as he groaned lowly. “N- No! Please, fuck please don’t stop.”
“Fuck, the way you did that, shit.” He breathed out, his hips started to pump inside of you again.
“That’s it, right there!” You cried out, closing your eyes tight you saw bright lights explode as your orgasm went over the edge, taking control of your body. “J- Jey!” You screamed.
“Yeah baby, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Jey moaned, his cock drilling into your sore cunt, sloppy wet sounds and skin against skin roared in the room along with his bed frame racking up against the wall loudly.
His warm seed exploded inside your tight cunt as he tossed his head back, moaning. A thick vein appeared in his throat, pulsing as he panted heavily.
“Hmm, oh fuck.” You moaned, wiggling against his stilled hips to feel yourself full of his come. “Big load.” You teased, feeling your pussy swallow his thick come.
“You have no idea.” Jey panted, hinting that it’s been awhile for him from having sex.
Jey slowly pulled his cock out from your abused cunt, the creamy liquidy mess dripping from your cunt onto his sheet. Jey didn’t care as he collapsed next to you, eyes closed but you couldn’t help but to stare at him. “How long?” You whispered.
It was silent for sometime as Jey just smiled. “Long.” He whispered back. “Very long.” He licked his lips, still smiling and cracked one eye open. “Since early high school.”
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him, he wanted you and you wanted him and here you were, finally having each other.
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Back Home
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Fem Reader
Summary: After a long work week, the readers happy her husband, Roman is finally back home and he learns how much she missed him…
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, fingering, oral fem receiving, bit rough sex, cream pie)
Requested by: @sorryimshannoon (I hope you enjoy it!)
Word Count: 1.3k
Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell l @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian
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The sound of his voice, him laying next to me in bed. I never intended to be the clingy type but when Roman would be gone for days and days like this, it was hard not miss him and his essence in every way.
Steam filled the bathroom from my shower, turning off the music and wrapping myself in my robe when I finished drying off, head tilting as I heard a noise.
First I poked my head out, thinking it was from our bedroom, but hearing it from downstairs. It could only be one person, face lighting up with a smile when seeing Roman downstairs, just getting back home.
"Hey baby," He smiled softly, looking up to me on the stairs.
My favorite thing from when he came home was one of his hugs, snug and tight in his arms, always feeling safe and loved, still blessed that this man was really my husband.
Looking up into his eyes, I noticed a wet spot on his shirt from his hair, giggling:
“Sorry, baby. I was just in the shower.”
“I can tell, walking around like this,” He smirked, taking a handful of my ass while kissing me, hearing moisture while taking more, whispering against my lips, “That ain’t from the shower.”
He could always put butterflies in my stomach, feeling a slight shyness in my smile, unable to look him in the eye.
“What were you doing in the shower?” He tilted to look into my eyes, having me stuttering softly:
“I- ju; I just missed you, Roman. It’s been a week.”
“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home?” His hand went under my robe, fingers sliding between my thighs, running through my folds to feel how wet I was just from thinking about him in the shower, taking a soft hold on his shirt and biting my lip at the feeling of him slipping in slowly, “Missed me a lot, hm?”
“All I was doing was fantasizing, baby,” I cooed, hand naturally falling to palm him, “You know you missed me too.”
That earned a slight chuckle, kissing softly, “Well, you don’t have to fantasize anymore.”
Roman could never help and give in after a time period like this, being tossed up into his arms with a kiss, carrying me up the stairs and back to our bedroom, still able to feel the steam from the shower.
“Damn,” Roman sighed, laying me down to toss off his shirt, “Had you feeling real hot in there.”
I wasn’t really paying attention, but heard and nodded, too focused on his god-like body, tattoos that I always admired, even more lustful watching his hair fall to his shoulders, stepping out of his joggers and boxers.
“Fuck, Roman,” I gasped, already beyond impatient and throwing my robe across the room, going to pull him up for a kiss, but he took my wrists and pinned me down to the bed.
“I didn’t even do anything,” A chuckle trickled into my ear, fixing his position with my thighs over his, “Tell me first, what were you thinking about in there?”
I needed a deep breath, earning a slow grind when I retraced my memory:
“Just hot your body gets against mine, how hot your kisses get literally anywhere on me, your strength and how you just, rock my shit.”
“How hot my body is?” He pressed his chest into mine, having my head nodding while grinding again against his shaft, working me up more, “And my kisses are hot?”
I didn’t need to respond, a slight gasp and hum when he kissed at my neck, travelling down to kiss all over, nerves shocked and already making my back arch with his lips closing around my clit, hooking my knees over his shoulder.
“Soo hot, baby,” I whined at the feeling of being eaten, his beard creating a delicious burn at my inner thighs, mouth wide open and tongue going through me in about every way possible.
My hand went to take some of his hair and he sure showed strength, taking my wrists and keeping them down again, sucking my clit even harder, moaning and whining louder, thighs squeezing his head to make up for the contact.
“Roman,” I gasped for air, body going through sudden jerks, beginning to grind against his face, glancing down into his eyes and knowing I never needed to tell him, just moaning out his name when coming undone, a hum from him rattling my nerves even more, at a never ending high even when he set my hips back down softly, wiping at his chin.
“I think you mentioned one more thing,” He looked down through his hair, spreading my legs wide and taking his stance, cock at my soaked, spasming entrance, unable to help his laugh, “Said I rock your shit?”
I nodded my head quickly, dying for the feeling of him inside of me, “Every time.”
“Damn right,” He growled, going slow at first, giving a few inches then slamming into me.
His mouth could do some amazing things, but there was no feeling like this, squeezing him so hard already, eyes shut tight and needing grab at something, holding the pillow above me for dear life, getting a series of rough thrusts, beginning to come at me faster and faster.
“Roman, baby,” I cried out, needing him desperately and he knew that, coming chest to chest again, my arms hooking under his and legs latching around his hips.
I didn’t try to be so easily defeated, grinding hips, but his strength was just too great for mine, body being slammed down into the bed too, bed rocking with such force moving forward.
“Better than you little fantasies, right?” He whispered in my ear, love bites at my neck when I began scratching at his back, tensing up around him even more.
“They aren’t even close to this,” My voice began to break into wails, his hands resting on my thighs and pushing them up till my feet were at the bed frame, stomach feeling all the impact while my walls grew so tight that my whole body tried to curl, spasming growing faster and harder too.
“The real deal’s always better,” Those sexy eyes spoke through his hair, flipping it back and biting his lip, speeding off like a jackhammer and bottoming out, knowing I was close again and wanting it, “Now, cum for me, baby”
“I am, Roman!” White flashed behind my eyes, knuckles aching from grabbing the sheets so hard, screaming out his name and gushing out, a sting in my chest from panting so hard, some tears in my eyes but it felt so good.
Getting fucked right through it made his thrust slow a little, it taking its wave over him and having him throbbing hard, another feeling I loved so much, how hot his dick was inside of me, shooting his warmth and it always made me feeling like I was going to melt.
“Damn, I love that,” He whispered softly, pulling back a little and pushing all his cum back in and keeping his hips against mine.
“Me too, baby,” I breathed, eyes still closed with a hum, “I love it so much.”
“It’s always a nice thing to come home too,” My eyes fixed to see his smile, leaning down to hug me, rubbing my side to ease some of my tension.
“Can we always do this when you come back?” I toyed, “You’re something else after it’s been a while.”
His smiles made it obvious that he wasn’t opposed to the idea, but kissing proudly, “I’m always something else, baby.”
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Flufftober Day 2: Jay White
Prompt: “You’ve told your parents?”
T/W: None
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Penelope asked, as we walked down the hallway at Dynamite.
I let out a chuckle and nudged her with my shoulder.
“We’ve been dating for 8 months already,” I explained. “I think it’s finally time that he met my parents, you know?”
“I just don’t think Jay is the type of man you bring home to mother,” Penelope said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I know he comes off like a self-entitled prick, but he really is a sweet guy when you get to know him.”
Penelope goes to speak but stops when she spots someone down the hall. I follow her gaze and see Jay standing there talking to Kenny and the Bucks. He turns his head and smiles when he sees me.
Jay says goodbye to the Elite, and walks over to me and Penelope. Penelope excuses herself and goes to meet up with Kip.
“How are you, love?” Jay asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close to him.
“I’m great,” I said, smiling up at him.
He bends down to give me a kiss, which I happily except. I place my hands on his biceps and sigh. He pulls away and looks at me with concern.
“Everything okay, darling?” He asked.
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something,” I replied, rubbing my hands on his arms.
“You know you can ask me anything,”
“Will you come with me to have dinner with my parents this weekend?”
Jay’s eyes widen in shock at the question, which makes me a little nervous.
“You’ve told your parents?” Jay asked.
“Well, I mean, yeah...” I said, looking away from him. “We’ve been together for 8 months and I figured that it was the right time.”
Jay stayed silent, processing what I had just said.
“If you don’t want to go, I can reschedule,” I explained quickly. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
Jay cut off my rambling by pressing his lips to mine. Once he pulled away, he pulled me closer to him and rested his forehead against mine.
“I would love to meet your parents, love,”
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Is anyone taking requests for aew one shots/imagines or just any wrestling fics in general? I have so many ideas lmao!!..
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Give Me Your Time
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Wife!Reader
Warnings: Angst/Fluff!
Word Count: 2,101
Summary: Roman’s so busy with his work, he doesn’t realize the damage it’s doing to you, until you confess to him about it.
A/N: A sorta long fic for Roman! Hope You Enjoy!
The Big Dog. The Enforcer/Muscle of The Shield. Your Tribal Chief. All those names and many more represent one man and that's Roman Reigns.
It's no secret that he might be Vince's favorite, but he's also yours. He's a great wrestler, husband, and Dad, but recently he hasn't been showing the last two.
He's been so caught up in work that sometimes you feel like you're not even together. You understand that being the champion of 2 brands isn't easy, but all you ask was for some time and today was no different.
You were doing your daughters' hair while your sons ran around with their toy cars. "Kai, Dante, stop running around the house!" You scolded them once more. Last time they ended up tripping and busting their lip.
You finished up your daughter's hair with a few edges. "You're done, baby." Lani took off running, making you sigh in defeat. Just then, Roman walked in, in his swim trunks. He finally has a day off and he planned to take y'all to the beach.
The kids are excited to go after not going for months. You stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "They won't stop running." You said, leaning your head against his chest.
"Lani, Kai, and Dante, stop running!" The kids stopped running at the sound of their father's voice. "Thank you." You placed a small kiss to his lips, feeling his arms come to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
You two were broken apart when you felt a small tug at the end of your shorts. "Mommy, can we go now?" You looked back at Roman, after seeing him nod. "Yup, just let me grab our bag and to the beach we go!"
The kids cheered as Roman walked them outside and to the car. You grabbed the basket filled with things such as sunscreen, sandwiches, and towels before locking up and getting in the car.
Roman stood outside on the phone saying something you couldn’t hear due to the music and kids. He got in and began driving. At first you thought he was taking y'all to the beach until you saw a familiar curve in the road.
Were y'all going to the arena? Your question was answered when he parked in front of the arena. "Roman?" Roman unbuckled his seatbelt, looking back at you with a sympathetic look. "They need me for something. It's only gonna take 5 minutes."
You gave him the benefit of the doubt, waiting for almost 20 minutes until a text came to your phone from Roman. 'They need me for a promo tonight. Take the kids to the beach. I'll make it up to you.'
You shook your head in shame, getting out to the drivers side. "What about Daddy, Mommy?" The youngest called out. "Sorry, bubs. Daddy had to work, but we're still going!" You tried to cheer them up, but their cries didn't go unnoticed.
You still took them to the beach, and ended up having a good time. Although they kept asking about Roman, they still had fun. Family beach day failed.
That was the first strike.
The second one was when he planned to make it up to you by having dinner.
He made reservations for the hottest restaurant in town, telling you to wear something fancy. He even called his Mom and asked them to watch over the kids. Everything was ready and set up for a fun night.
You walked out the room, calling out for Roman. "Ro, come here for a sec, and tell me how I look!" Roman came around the corner, heart jumping out his chest. You were gorgeous. Hair perfectly framing over your face, the red dress clinging to your body, showing your curves.
He loved it. He slowly approached you, pulling you into a kiss. “I'm guessing you like it?" Roman nodded his head, biting his lip. "You look perfect." He looked at the time. "Reservations at 8, come on." He guided you onto the car, opening the door for you.
He drove to the restaurant, having small talk with you. When you walked through the door, y'all went up to the front desk. "Reservations for Reigns." The lady checked the list. "Yes, right this way." The waitress sat you both down and took your orders. "This is nice thanks, Ro."
Roman smiled, intertwining his hand with yours. "You deserve it, and I just wanted to apologize for-" Roman couldn’t finish his sentence when his phone rang. He picked it up, listening and answering. "Yeah, I'll be there in 15." You looked at him, confused by what he meant.
Again, he gave you the same look as before. "I'm sorry, baby, but they need me again. Here." He dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing a $50 bill. "Use this to get a cab and please get my food to go." He placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you there alone.
Not even 10 minutes in the date and he was already leaving. You couldn't believe this. Your husband just left you in the middle of an apology dinner for doing the same thing he's doing now, and not only that, but had the audacity to give you money for a cab after taking the car.
Just then, the waitress came by with the two plates of food. "Uh, can I get the check and a to go plate?" The waitress left and came back with the check and plate. That's when you realized, Roman didn't leave any money. The meal was $286 and you only had $220.
You cursed under your breath, frantically searching through your purse. You could feel tears come to your eyes as you found no money. The waitress took the money, giving you a reassuring smile. "Hey, it's okay. I'll handle the rest." You gave the woman a hug, thanking her before ordering the cab. Date night failed
That was the second strike.
The third time came about when you were both Mom and Dad on your side and his called, asking for a family dinner. You agreed, wanting to all be together.
The table was neatly set, the living room clean, and food was ready. You went all out. A knock at the door made you open it revealing your Mom and Dad. "Mom, Dad!" They both pulled you into a bone crushing hug. "We missed you so much, sweetheart!"
You smiled, when seeing Roman's parents come out of their car. Everyone came inside and sat at the table. "Roman, kids, they're here!" The kids came running down the steps, engulfing their grandparents in a hug.
Roman shortly came down in silence. You said your prayers and began digging in. It was all going well, the small talk, talking about work, and family until Roman’s cell phone rang.
You prayed and hoped to god that it wouldn't be his work, but of course when he gave you that look, you knew what was happening. "Sorry, everyone. I have a meeting about a match. Love you Ma and Pops." He gestures to everyone and gave the kids a quick kiss. "Be good for Mommy, and I'll take you out for a treat."
You chuckled, mumbling, 'As if you'll stay for it.' When the door slammed shut, you softly threw the fork against the plate, the loud clattering heard. "Kids, eat up, so you can go to bed." The kids obeyed, eating their meat and vegetables on their plate.
Your Parents and In-Laws looked at you with worry. The kids finished, gave them bathes, and tucked them into bed. You walked out to the living room, only to be met with everyone. "Sorry about dinner. I didn't think he would leave that fast."
Your parents scrunched their eyebrows down in confusion. "What do you mean leave?" You chuckled at the thought. "He always plans something special, but not even 20 minutes in, he leaves for work." Everyone took in what you said.
“But it's alright." Everyone and worry on their face at how numb you became. "I don't wanna hold y'all up, I'll call you tomorrow.” You sent them off, ignoring their protests. They could all see how hurt you were from his absence.
You showered yourself, and changed into his shirt and a pair of panties before going to sleep. Big family dinner failed.
Third strike, you're out!
Normally they say '3rd times the charm,' but in this case, you would never want this. You were tired of it and you were gonna make sure to voice your opinions next time.
You woke up to the feeling of something heavy over your waist. You turned over to see Roman's arm draped around your waist, his body facing you.
You smiled, tracing the tattoos on his arm and chest, causing him to stir awake. "Baby girl, what are you doing?" A smile grew on your face as he suddenly pulled you to him, attacking you by tickling your sides. "Roman, Ro, stop!"
You tried fighting back, but he didn't stop. For the fourth time, his phone rang. Before he could reach over to it, you grabbed it, hanging up. "Y/n, what the hell!" You sat up, looking at him. "No more answering your phone. It's raining outside and I want you to stay with me."
You tried to cuddle into his chest, but he pushed you back. "Look, I don't have time for this. They probably need me." Roman went to get up, but your words made him stop. "Of course you don't have time, you never do!" He looked back at you with a challenging look. "What do you mean?" You hummed, putting a finger on your chin.
"Well, let's see. My husband leaves me for work everyday, he leaves me and the kids at the beach when it was supposed to be a family beach day, you leave me at an expensive restaurant after ordering food. Hell, you even took the car with you. And then lastly, you left me my Mom and Dad, as well as your own at the dinner table because your job called you."
Roman didn't know what to say at your long rant. "And guess what that left me to do?" You gave him a minute to respond, but nothing came out. "At home, crying every night after taking care of our kids because their Dad’s job is more important than his family.” Your voice grew louder as it cracked.
Roman wanted to reach his hand out, but stopped, not knowing if you wanted to be touched. "All I ask for is time Roman. I just want you to give me your time,but you never give it!" You broke down completely, head hanging low as you sobbed.
That's when Roman finally grabbed you, pulling you into his chest. He gently rocked you back and forth, murmuring apologies. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll do better.” You sniffled, pulling to look back at him. “Then prove it, Roman. Prove to me and the kids that you’re gonna give us attention.”
You broke apart from his hold and ended up going asleep from all the crying. Roman just sat there, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of what he should do. He then did the unthinkable. He grabbed his phone, calling Vince. Within two rings, he picked up.
“Thank god you answered, Roman! I need you to come-” Roman cut his boss off. “Before you finish your sentence, I want to request a month off.” Vince became silent in the other line. “W-what? Why?” Roman sighed, looking over at your sleeping form.
“My wife and kids need me right now.” Vince scoffed slightly. “Well, can’t they be grateful that you're a good wrestler? You bring in all the money, right?” Roman felt a bit annoyed at Vince’s reasoning.
“Yeah, I’m a good wrestler, but not a good husband or Dad and it’s all because of you. You got me coming in during an important moments in my life and you're messing my marriage and relationships up.”
Vince gulped at Roman’s loud voice, full of anger. “I don’t care if you don’t give me my break, I’m still gonna do it, so you can fire me or whatever, but we both know you’re nothing without me.”
Roman hung up, looking over at you. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the side of your face. “I’m gonna give you all my time next month, baby.” He cuddled back into you, missing the smile that formed on your face.
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Older
Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa
Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300
Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy”
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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)
I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her.
“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks
“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind.
“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces.
“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me
“He cheated on her” Dax replied
“What a jerk!-” I yelled
“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen.
We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room.
“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us
“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said
“No-”
“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”
“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath
“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to”
I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me.
Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him.
“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she?
We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n.
I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years.
“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right
“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy”
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Safe (One Shot)
Pairing(s): The Miz/Fem. Reader
Disclaimer: This was an anon request and it was... interesting, to say the least lol! I've never written a selectively mute character and from the research I did (like with pretty much any disability or disorder) there's different levels and variations of it. So, I can only hope that I've done your request justice my dear, sweet anon. Hope you enjoy! I apologize for any grammatical errors or any misrepresentation. 💓
Tags: selective mutism, angst, fluff, reader.
Word Count: 1,254
WWE was an entirely new ballgame now that Vince McMahon had stepped down.
For starters, the entire locker room seemed much more at ease, and it was a less toxic environment.
But it all still felt a tad bit overwhelming for me from time to time.
A couple of months ago, I started joining my brother on tour.
My brother was currently on a trial period with the WWE-on the main roster- Triple H had said.
Like I said before, the environment under Hunter and Stephanie’s guidance became much more bearable, but it could still get overwhelming from me, what with the sea of wrestlers and staff bustling around the venues at all times.
I would try to talk to as many people as possible and then I’d look for somewhere quiet to stay before the shows began, especially when Mike wasn’t there.
Thankfully his presence wasn’t as rare these days.
Mike often felt like the calm in the middle of the storm that was tour life.
He didn’t ask for more than I was willing or able to give and… and yeah, maybe I was falling for him.
In a world that wasn’t particularly forgiving for people like me and that forced me to interact in ways that I sometimes couldn’t, Mike was patient.
If I wanted to speak, we’d text each other even if we were in the same room because it was the easiest way to quickly communicate.
But if I didn’t want to, he’d gladly do the talking for me or he’d sit quietly with me in secluded spot I had chosen before the shows.
I don’t know how much my brother had told Mike about me and my selective mutism, but with Mike, things felt easy.
But in the back of my mind, a little voice would try to convince me that Mike found me exhausting.
So, with those treacherous thoughts in mind, I skipped tonight’s show and started packing my bags to go back home without my brother.
I hadn’t expected my brother to let Mike know, though.
And I wouldn’t have known until Mike came knocking at my door, wondering why I wasn’t headed to the show with everyone else and why I was headed home on my own.
I hesitantly let him in, and I watched him survey the folded and scattered clothes around the hotel room.
‘’Hey… tornado hit in here or something?’’ Mike said, letting out an amused chuckle before he balked at my serious demeanor.
The only answer I gave him was a light shrug as I let him further into the hotel room.
I didn’t even care about him seeing the mess in my room.
‘’Hey. What’s wrong? Why aren’t you heading out with the rest of us?’’ he asked, and I shrugged silently once again.
‘’Did something happen?’’ This time, I shook my head and I half expected to hear a huff of annoyance from Mike, but it never came.
Instead, his patient but vibrant blue eyes were trained on me as I continued to fold my clothes to then pack them into my suitcase.
‘’Okay…’’ Mike drawled and then he gently set some of my folded clothes off to the side to clear a space on the bed.
‘’Did I do something? Did I piss you off? Because if I did, please let me know. ‘’ as soon as those words left Mike’s mouth, I felt awful.
Despite wanting to put some space between us, I didn’t feel right making him think he was the problem.
Because he wasn’t.
He was the one I felt most comfortable with out of anyone in the locker room even though my mind was now telling me I shouldn’t give into that feeling.
Wanting to give Mike more than just nods, shrugs, or shakes of my head, I took out my phone and began to type a reply to him.
‘’It’s not me. Okay that’s good! So? What is it, then?’’ Mike asked again, fixing his earnest gaze on me.
Sighing softly, I began to type again.
‘’I’m not going to be late… What, you saying I need to be in hair and makeup with the ladies? Is that your way of telling me I look awful?’’ He smirked playfully and it only grew into a full laugh as I scoffed at him with a playful glint in my eye.
That last response made his brow crease in confusion, and something twisted uncomfortably in my gut at the sight of it.
‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ Mike responded, looking between the text on his phone and at my grimacing features.
That came out wrong.
So, so wrong.
Shit.
I was just thinking about how I didn’t want to make him feel like he was the problem and here I went, doing the exact opposite.
Dammit.
‘’Oh. I thought it hadn’t nothing to do with me. So, which is it? Would you like me to go away or not?’’ I could hear the annoyance I’d been fearing beginning to creep into his voice, and I felt my back curve in embarrassment.
I made no move to respond this time and he took it as a sign that his presence was no longer needed.
Before he could walk through the door, I felt my mouth form my plea before I could think about it.
‘’… N-no.’’ I said and I watched Mike’s back stiffen in surprise before he turned to look at me, shock oozing out of his crystal blue eyes.
I crossed my arms over my chest as he walked back into the room, shut the door once more and walked over to me.
It was always felt a bit weird hearing my own voice after long periods of time where it went unused.
Thankfully, he didn’t make such a big deal about this development that was altogether new to him, but I could see the shock and excitement still lighting up his eyes.
‘’No?’’ Mike said, tilting his head as if surely, he was hearing things.
I shook my head.
‘’No.’’ I repeated and looked at our hands as Mike reached out to hold mine in his gentle grasp.
‘’Do you wanna talk about what’s wrong?’’ he asked softly, and he noted the hesitation in my eyes before I spoke again, choosing my words carefully.
‘’I don’t wanna bother you…’’ I whispered, again shaking my head.
I saw the realization flit over his eyes as he finally understood my worries and I wanted to lash out at him for the way his eyes softened.
But his words stopped me in my tracks.
‘’You’re never a bother. Alright? Never. If I’m around you, it’s because I wanna be. And sure, our interactions are different than most, but that’s just us… Listen to me. Whenever those thoughts creep into your head and lie to you, I want you to come to me. I know it sounds easier said than done, but still. Try to come to me. Okay? You’re never a bother.’’ He said again and brought me closer to him.
My eyes closed contently as he tenderly kissed my temple, and I couldn’t help but sink into him.
We both knew that his words weren’t necessarily a magic wand for these inevitable thoughts.
But for now, I chose to believe him.
For now, I knew that I was safe and cared for.
And as I wrapped my arms around Mike’s waist, I knew that he heard the silent ‘thank you’ I didn’t say out loud...
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Jey Uso - Masterlist
💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst
Series:
One Shots:
Pleasurable Mistakes -💦
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Heroes We Can Be
Pairing: Madcap Moss x Fem Reader
Summary: Being friends while teaming up with Happy Corbin, the reader and Madcap Moss didn’t let their fall out with Corbin ruin their friendship, joining forces against him and when Corbin injures Moss, the reader feels the duty to come to his aid and assist in anyway and when the reader is all alone, Corbin ready to strike on her after learning of their relationship, Moss shocks everyone coming back and saving the day…
(Also, my first time writing for Moss, so I hope I did well!)
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)(Fight that leads to injury, hospital visit, brief male x female wrestling interaction, shower sex, foreplay, creampie)
Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!)
Word Count: 4.3k
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“I’m so proud of you,” I smiled, brushing back gorgeous brown hair back into a ponytail for him, “I’d go out there with you, but this is your special moment and you deserve to enjoy it.”
Moss and I have always been good friends, even while accompanying Corbin, but us ditching that asshole was the best decision we made. There was a fear at first that our friendship wouldn’t be the same after, but it actually made our friendship even stronger.
On top of making a stand for himself, he won the Andre the Giant Memorial battle royal and tonight, he was going to accept his trophy, taking this time we had backstage to show my support.
“Thank you,” He smiled bright, proud of himself too, fixing his suspenders while standing and hugging, “I’ll be sure to bring it right back here for you to see.”
“Aww, but it’s yours,” I hugged back, patting him softly, “Go get that bad boy.”
He always smiled a certain way at me; his cheeks would puff up so adorably, so pure and heartfelt, and it made me so happy every time I saw it, no matter how many times I saw it. I took a seat near the guerrilla near some monitors to watch his moment, lacing up my boots because I did have a match that night still.
The passion he spoke with every word was admirable, not only accepting his trophy, but letting everyone know his next goals in his career:
“And change title belts, into title suspenders!”
It looked like he wasn’t done with the camera being fixed on his face, near the microphone still, till there was a shriek and Corbin appeared from nowhere, smacking Moss hard in the back.
Of course this is when Corbin would show up to ruin his moment, delivering multiple strikes to his back, the force behind them keeping Moss down and any time he would pick himself up a little, Corbin hit even harder.
Quickly, I jumped out of my seat, tripping when I realized my boots weren’t tied, rushing to tie them and still watching, seeing the chair now over Moss’s head and neck, Corbin going to stomp, but his eyes landing on the Andre trophy.
Never in my life have I moved so fast, running and shoving past coworkers, crew members, even the security, but when I made it out to the curtain, it was too late.
I froze on stage, seeing Corbin smash the chair with the trophy, sending Moss into another world of pain, taking back the chair and without realizing it, I was sliding into the ring, covering Moss’s head and chest, fully prepared to take a strike from the chair, but nothing happened. Looking up with tears in my eyes, I had no control of my emotions, yelling at Corbin:
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
That only made him laugh, ready to swing the chair again till security finally came out, keeping my attention till I felt my hand being taken.
“Y/N-“ Moss tried to say, but he could barely speak, holding his neck with his other hand, squeezing my hand that he took.
“Shh,” I cooed softly, trying to keep my voice together while crying, cradling the side of his face, noticing the ME crew coming down, “We’re going to get you taken care of okay?”
When ME came over, they made me back away, Moss still having his eyes on me and with all of my emotions running like they were, I snapped when a crew member came over to me, trying to get me backstage because I had a match.
“I don’t give a single shit about that match right now!” I shot, pushing through medics to get to Moss, now in a neck brace and a stretcher, an ambulance sirens in the distance.
Disbelief was in his eyes a bit when I took his hand, rushing right along with all the medics, crying to him
“I’m not leaving your side, Moss. I swear.”
Every word I said, I meant with all my heart, not letting his hand go even when it grew sweaty from all the anxiousness, keeping it tight and he made sure his was even tighter, growing when we saw the big bald wolf himself.
Hate is a strong word, but I hated Corbin for what he did, his laughs making my chest heave, rage flowing through me so quickly that I couldn’t comprehend, but in the back of my mind, I knew that Moss needed me, that I couldn’t leave his side no matter how back I wanted to kick Corbin in the dick then punch him in the face.
Before he could let out a word, I growled to him
“Don’t you dare say a word!”
Moss’s eyes went up to me again, squeezing my hand harder and he tried to speak again, but failed, turning into rough, dry coughs. He was my primary concern, so I nodded to him letting him know I wasn’t going to entertain Corbin any longer, leaving him with a threat:
“You’re gonna pay for this, even if I have to beat your ass myself.”
I refused to let go of his hand the entire ride to the hospital and when they had to take him back for x-rays and tests, I was pacing back and forth the entire time, still in gear, having to use the hospital phone to call a friend at the arena because I literally had nothing.
At least the nurses at the hospital were kind, keeping me updated when his tests were going on, escorting me to his room when they were all over. I rushed right over, still in a bit of a panic, but sitting next to his bed slowly when the doctor came in right after me.
“I really hate to deliver this news,” Words that I really didn’t want to hear, looking up to the x-rays and results that he was showing, telling Moss how he had a cervical contusion.
It was so hard not to cry, somehow able to keep myself together while the doctor explained everything, how the contusion worked, healing processes, missing wrestling time. My heart was in the ground, feeling guilty that I didn’t get out there fast enough.
When the door shut, my head dropped, instantly taken over with sadness and all of that guilt, crying:
“Moss, I’m so sorry.”
He tried to provide some comfort and relief when he took my hand again, but my eyes were closed, tears not stopping, having me breathe heavily:
“I tried to get out there, but my dumbass forgot to tie my laces and when I got out there, it was too late. I’m so, so sorry.”
Taking another deep breath, I was hoping the tears would stop coming, but I shot out of my seat when I heard him groan deep, truly in pain and seeing how he was trying to turn his head to me.
“I don’t care if I have to watch you like a hawk,” I fixed his head straight, keeping his cheeks in my hand even with the neck brace making it uncomfortable a bit, “You’re already hurt and you don’t need to be in pain because of me.”
“I need to know something,” He whispered softly, the only way he could speak, tears in his eyes when he asked, “You were going to take that shot from him?”
“Of course,” I gasped for air, shocked that he would ask me that, “Do you think I was just going to let him keep beating you with it?”
I literally made it in the nick of time. Corbin was going to attack his head and neck again before I jumped on him to protect him from it; Corbin able to stop himself though.
Those few tears ran down the sides of his cheeks, just staring deeply into my eyes while I went on:
“I would’ve taken a million chair shots from him if it meant protecting you and I have never wanted to kick someone’s ass so badly in my whole life. I just feel like shit. I was right on the stage and-“
I began to cry again because I never felt a pain like this. Moss was the closest person to me, valuing our friendship more than damn near anything. There was no one like him, no one had the place that he had in my heart.
“I’m such a horrible friend,” I shamed myself, “Stupid Corbin, I should’ve-“
Getting lost in the overwhelming emotions, I didn’t feel his hand on my arm, not till he pulled me close, hand cradling the side of my face, bringing my lips to his.
Even in pain, he didn’t want me feeling all of those bad emotions and thoughts, kissing me slow and tender, pressing his lips one last time with a slight force to get his message across and getting my tears to stop.
When he stopped, I picked my head up slowly, staring deeply into his eyes with expanded pupils, blinking a few times to make sure I was in reality.
“Stop talking bad about yourself,” He whispered softly, “I should’ve known better than to have my back turned with him lurking around. Never put yourself in harms way over me. He could’ve seriously hurt you and I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”
We thought so much alike, wanting to keep each other safe from Corbin, willing to face any kind of danger in order to protect one another.
“I love you,” He admitted, having a tear come back, “I do love that you were protecting me, not leaving my side right now, but I don’t want you getting hurt. Ever.”
“But,” I sniffled and professing back, “I love you too and I don’t care who or what I have to face. I’m never letting you get hurt like this ever again. He could’ve broken your neck or something, maybe worse. Moss, I protect the people I love. That includes you, top of the list.”
A little relief was released now that I finally told him my true feelings. I always said we were just close friends or that it was just a little crush, but it was love.
I loved him and when he pulled back down for another kiss, more than just his words proved it. Taking away all of the tears and putting a smile on my face, stopping only to relax his head and neck.
“There’s that smile,” He breathed, smiling softly up at me, eyes closing softly with my hands softly brushing back the hair in his face, smiling more.
“I love you so much and I mean that Moss,” I cooed softly, “And we’re going to get you better again, as soon as possible.”
“I will get better again, soon,” He smiled back, holding my hand again and squeezing, “I love you even more.”
From that night on, we decided to make it official and begin dating. Keeping positive vibes all around us, keeping him at home and resting, trying to make the best of the situation that we were in.
Only issue that I had was staying so positive meanwhile for three weeks, work was kicking my ass. Since I skipped out on that match to stay with him after his attack, I had grueling matches and it was taking a small toll on me.
On smackdown, heading to Hell in a Cell, I was facing Natalya and there was no denying how incredible she was in the ring. I was on my toes the entire time, having to put up more defense than I could throw out offense.
Kicking out right before the referee hit three, I could barely breath, feeling her grabbing my legs for a sharpshooter. She was worn down too, so I tried to take advantage of that, finding a sudden burst of strength when I pulled her forward with my legs, then used all of my strength to shoot her back.
While she stumbled back into the ropes, trying to use it for moment, I knipped up in a flash, jumping and delivering a nasty knee strike with her running right at me.
That strike almost knocked her out and it was all the energy that I had left, collapsing on top of her, only an arm over her to pin her and win the match.
It had been a while since I had a match drain me like that, Natalya actually showing me respect and shaking my hand while laying next to her on my stomach, watching her roll out of the ring then laying face first in the mat.
All I really needed was a breath, not paying attention to my surroundings and becoming confused because the crowd was gasping, people jumping out of their seats. Briefly, I looked to see a girl with her hand on her head, pointing behind me.
Picking myself up, I felt a familiar presence, turning slowly to see Corbin standing over top of me, a stone cold look in his eyes.
“What happened to kicking my ass, Y/N?” He was emotionless at first, but evil forming all over his face, intensely looking into my eyes and squatting to me, saying into a microphone so everyone could hear, “I heard from a little bird that, you and Madcap are dating.”
No one knew we were dating just yet, we didn’t release it out to the public to know, so how Corbin knew? I had no idea.
I could feel the rage forming inside of me again, staring into his eyes and hoping that rage would give me strength, but I was so broken down from weeks of matches, the pain from my last match not letting me pick myself up.
“I’m ending everything that Madcap started, created,” He stated, going emotionless again, “And on top of threatening me, that includes you too.”
He was ready to strike and I tried to scurry away, but all of our heads turned when we heard sirens. We both stopped to look near the stage, an ambulance backing in and when the doors popped open, there was Moss.
My jaw about dropped to the mat, that god like figure of his stepping into the light with a death stare locked on Corbin, in gear and ready to go.
Things were going down and it all fired off when Corbin quickly took a handful of my hair, having me kicking and trying to break free, but he was too strong truly and I was too tired to match it, let alone beat it.
I looked up for a moment and saw how fast Moss was sprinting, jumping right into the ring. The motion of Corbin’s arm was trying to pull me up and use me as a shield, but he wasn’t fast enough, having to let go to cover his face because Moss started punching him with hooks.
Scurrying into the corner, I watched in shock, but was also admiring Moss, blown away because I have never seen him so enraged, didn’t even know that he was here!
The fight got so intense that Corbin could only put his arms up to cover his head, referees having to come down and break them up, Moss still fighting them, but of course Corbin weaseled his way out, unable to believe that he just got his ass handed to him.
“You ever even think of coming near my baby again and I’ll end you!” Moss yelled at the top of his lungs, arms bulked up and tense from gripping the rope so hard.
There was a burn in my scalp from how hard Corbin had me by the hair, body feeling so heavy, but seeing Moss go off like he just did, blindsiding everyone just by showing up, let alone fighting the way he was, then hearing him call me baby?
My heart about exploded, smiling through the pain and I could tell he was still in a protective and fight mode when he turned to me, rushing over and kneeling to me:
“You okay, baby?!”
The first thing he did was check my head, noticing I was holding it, making sure I wasn’t seriously hurts and I assured:
“I’m okay. I’m so much better now.”
I hugged him so tight, resting my head on his chest, not realizing how hard I was shaking till he hugged me back tighter, kissing the top of my head again and again.
“You weren’t going to tell me that you were going to be here?” I looked up softly, not upset, just curious.
“I had a feeling he was going to pull a stunt like this. The feeling was too strong, the second you left for work,” He explained, but smiled down to me, “But all of that loving you have healed me up just in time.
Head over heels in love couldn’t even describe how just madly in love I was with him, the crowd was already going nuts over us and when I kissed him, they were deafening. I stayed in his arms while rising, not leaving nor wanting to while heading backstage.
He was always sweet to me and tonight, the moment we got in my locker room, shower was going, got my bag and clothes set, ready for me when I was done, making sure I was taken care of and comfortable
“You need anything else, baby?” He asked, setting my towel in the hook next to the shower, glancing over to me struggling with my gear.
“My top please?” I whined, holding my arm, “I’m so sore I can’t even reach it.”
“Gotcha,” He went to face my back, undoing the strap and helping to get it over my head. It was the biggest relief, sighing deep at it once my arms were rested again, then I looked into the mirror.
“Moss,” I giggled, looking to his eyes fixed on my breasts in the mirror, “You’re blushing.”
“What?” He tried to play off, seeing my breast for the first time and clearly enjoying it, neither of us didn’t realize the situation is was making after a hype moment like that fight dying down. His blush was cute and I giggled more when he looked away, “I’m not blushing.”
“It’s okay,” I turned softly to face him, “It’s the first time, so I understand.”
His head nodding softly, still helpless but to look down at me again, “Beautiful as always.”
Now that made me blush, turning my head, “Aww stop. You look like a god compared to me.”
We watched in the mirror to see my hand run across his built, broad chest, down to his defined abs, even playing with his trunks, but still being my goofy self a little and grabbing his butt softly.
“You are beautiful baby, inside and out,” He kissed, “And you deserve to relax and unwind after all of that.”
I did agree to that, but I also had another idea in mind, keeping my head down, but still looking up into his eyes, asking quiet and timidly:
“Come along with me?”
There was a brief moment of silence and that made me so nervous, then a smile formed on his face and took it away, even laughing when he nodded:
“Sure. Maybe a good massage will help with that sore back. Besides, I have Corbin’s stench on me.”
Laughing out loud, I stepped out of my shorts softly, heading into the shower while he got out of his gear and the hot water felt so good, just the right temperature to help all of my muscles relax, nearly moaning at the feeling, dunking my head in and slicking my hair back.
“Feeling better already?” I heard a soft whisper behind me, taking a small step to let some water on him too, humming:
“Mhm. It’s so nice.”
“Good,” He leaned down to peck my cheek, hands resting at my shoulders and starting to massage slow and deep, keeping me humming as he hit all the right spots, hands so big and strong, instantly feeling the relief when he moved on to another part of my back.
The main source of soreness was in my lower back due to Natalya having me in a sharpshooter at one point. I refused to tap and my lower back sure paid the price.
When his hand pressed in, soreness hitting but vanishing, it made me moan out loud, staying upright and needing just a bit more.
“That’s needs it most, huh?” He noticed my reaction, rubbing a bit more softly, but reverted back to what helped at the signal of my nod.
“Just a little more?” I asked nicely, “It’s taking all the pain away.”
“As much as you want,” He cooed, massaging and having me moan again, my hips naturally guiding back onto him, letting out a more soft moan with his hands sliding down to my hips, massaging down to my ass, feeling that he was rock solid, grinding back a bit to learn the size of his cock.
My eyes glanced back quickly when I felt it, a smiling forming at the sight, looking up to see just how sexy he looked from head to toe, especially with his long hair wet and slicked back. It made me hotter than the hot water was.
“Nothing like a good massage to help,” He whispered, getting lost in his own thoughts, brining my hips back softly, tip of his cock sliding up my fold to feel the slick, all of his shaft learning too.
It was obvious that we weren’t nervous anymore, now curious and ready to learn something new about one another. The moan in my chest was deep, just the touching and feeling having my eyes close, taking in the pleasure and becoming energized, feeling myself growing even hotter.
Ignoring the water falling in my face, I whipped around in a flash, holding his face and kissing hard, pressing my chest against his, begging:
“Please keep doing that, baby.”
This time, I felt it all right on my clit first, legs shaking at the little jolts in my nerves, kissing becoming more dirty with my tongue twirling in, needing it more and hips moving toward him to get the high, blissful feeling quicker.
“I don’t want you to end up more sore, baby,” He was still concerned for me, but still reading my actions and the meanings every one had.
I wasn’t sure if he just didn’t know how good it felt for me, but I needed him and his massage really did help on top of the hot water loosening me up.
“I’m just fine now thanks to you,” I assured that I was okay, moaning softly like I wanted to, not trying to sound so desperate, “I want-; I need you. Just that alone feels so damn good.”
“It does,” He hummed, hands latching to my hips, care in his mind too, “If you’re too tired, just tell me.”
I nodded into our kiss, lifting up my thigh for him and showing that I had my strength, firm on one foot. His hand squishing my thigh had me even more ready for this. I knew he was strong and still was impressed how he lifted me up with ease after gaining my other thigh.
He found my entrance and just his tip easing in, the stretch from that having me gasp against his lips, dipping my head back in the water softly and letting myself adjust to his girth, being fed soft, slow thrusts at first, working in his inches because he knew I was adjusting too.
“Moss, baby,” I moaned softly, watching his cock slowly disappear from my sight and slide up inside of me, nudging my sweet spot made my hips roll to him softly, creating a slow burn.
“It’s not-“ His eyes showed he was back to being concerned and I shook my head, kissing and grinding my hips more:
“You know, you’re amazing at everything you do. You feel so good in me, baby.”
“Yeah?” He smiled, hair falling across his face when he watched his hips throw a quicker thrust, glancing back up to see my reaction.
“Oh my god, yes,” I whined, a new feeling that I grew super hungry for, “Go faster like that?”
Wet pressure hitting my clit, sweet spot getting his full tip, friction growing so sweet and tight, able to maintain that perfect speed? I was in heaven, holding onto the back of his neck tight and letting myself get lost in all of the pleasure, letting whatever moan and noise come out of me, making sure he got the praise of me moaning out his name.
“You feel so good around me,” He helped my leaning head up, wrapping his arms around my waist with my leg latched around his waist, loving how he was bottoming me out, pace picking up, “God, I love it.”
“I love it too,” My whisper was breathless, but I made sure the feelings I truly meant where there with it, softly in his ear, “And I love you. With all my heart.”
“I love you too,” He let out a soft huff, kissing hard but passionately, going faster again with my walls squeezing his cock tighter, the speed amazing me more meanwhile the showering running over us.
“Moss,” I gasped loudly, arms wrapped tighter around his head, playing with his hair, “You’re making me-“
Knowing my orgasm was coming, not even needing the words, made him thrust a little harder, on top of that speed, just how incredible his body and cock were, three thrusts was all I needed, all fours clamped around him tight, giving his hips only a bit of space to keep feeding thrusts, letting him know that I came with a cry:
“M-Moss!”
“Y/N,” He gasped slightly, pushing my hips down and keeping them against his, both of us able to feel how hard my walls were spasming, a gush of wetness that wasn’t the shower, and he earned more moans, soft whines when his cock started to throb.
I wasn’t trying to pull his hair, hand forming a fist in his hair and shaking, gasping at how hot his seed was, coating my walls and having stars spinning around my head, dropping to his shoulder, free hand taking a handful of his pec, whispering:
“I’ve never felt anything that good in my life.”
“I know just how you feel,” He breathed deeply, nose nuzzling mine and keeping me up in a hug, “Everything’s just amazing with you.”
“You’re the amazing one. Healing in just three weeks? Coming to save the day,” I smiled, nuzzling then kissing, “You’re my superhero.”
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Flufftober 2022 Day 1: Marko Stunt
Prompt: Wearing Each Others Clothes
Triggers: None
I sat on the bed watching Marko rummage through my clothes. I know that sounds weird, but we got invited to a Halloween Party where we have to dress as our significant other.
Currently, I’m wearing a pair of Marko’s jeans and one of his wrestling t-shirts. Marko emerged from the closet holding a pair of leggings and one of my crop tops.
“I really don’t like that thought of you wearing my leggings,” I said, warily. “You’re going to end up stretching them out.”
“I promise, babe, I’ll buy you 3 new pairs,” Mark replied, stripping out of his clothes.
I watched as he changed, and tried to hold in my laughter. I could only imagine the reactions that we would get walking into this party, but we had the advantage. We were both the same height so most of our clothes fit each other.
Once Marko was changed, I got up off the bed and slipped his sneakers on before standing in front of the full length mirror. Marko walked over after putting on a pair of my heels and wrapped his arms around my waist, before placing a kiss on my neck.
“Can we take a picture?” I asked, pulling my phone from the front pocket of the jeans.
“Of course, baby,” Marko replied with a smile.
I opened the camera on my phone and snapped a picture of us making funny faces. I posted it on Instagram before we headed out the door.
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• Solo Sikoa x Reader
Summary: Ringside with Solo and Paul for Roman's match. Solo is supposed to be focusing and helping Roman with his match but can't keep his eyes off of you.
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Im standing at ringside along with Solo and Paul, banging on the apron for Roman to get up during his match.
"Cmon Roman!"
Solo walks over to me looking at me with a very serious face.
"Hey. Calm down. He will be okay."
I look up at him shaking my head listening to him. He walks back over the corner where he was standing watching the match. Drew is giving Roman a really good beating at the moment. I cross my arms trying to be calm like Solo asked. But it is getting really difficult. I slam my hands on the ring.
"CMON ROMAN! GET UP!"
Paul comes over and grabs my arm. I look at him with a stank face for grabbing my arm.
"What Paul? I'm trying to watch this match."
"Miss Y/N. How about you go sit at the commentary table to chill off for a little bit?"
I huff and roll my eyes looking at him.
"Fine."
I walk over to the commentary table and sit down next to Corey Graves watching the match. Solo is standing in the corner closest to the table and is just watching me instead of the match. Roman gets thrown over the top rope and tumbles to the floor infront of the commentary table. He looks over at Solo with an angry face.
"Solo! You are supposed to be helping me! What are you doing?!"
Solo looks down at him on the ground than climbs up onto the ring trying to distract Drew. Solo gets hit in the face and tumbles down onto the floor. Roman uses the table to get up and looks at me.
"Y/N! Could you help me since Solo is being useless?"
"Yes my tribal chief"
I get up from the table and help Roman back into the ring. Drew starts attacking Roman as soon as he slides back into the ring. I walk over to the side where Solo is on the ground and I climb up onto the ring apron where Drew is beating up Roman.
"Hey Drew! Drew!"
Drew stops beating up Roman in the corner and looks over at me. He smirks and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"What's up lass?"
I giggle and twirl my hair looking at him. Drew laughs and pushes me off the ring apron. Before I hit the ground, I get caught in mid air by a pair of strong arms. I look and see Solo has caught me in his arms. We are, apparently, staring at each other for to long that we didn't notice Roman yelling at us. Solo sets me down and gets up on the ring to distract the ref. Roman throws Drew over the top rope, onto the floor infront of the commentary table. I walk over and lean down next to Drew looking at him with the camera right in my face.
"Maybe you shouldn't mess.... with the Bloodline."
I stand up and back up from him a little. He stands up and gets in my face. I pull some pepper spray out of my pocket and spray him with it. Than, I push him into the pole of the ring. Roman rolls out, high fives me and rolls Drew back into the ring. Solo lets the ref go and walks over to me putting an arm around my neck. Roman spears Drew and gets the win keeping his title. I look up at Solo and he is actually smiling for the first time. I grab Roman's title and walk over to the ramp with Solo and Paul. I hand Roman his title and we celebrate on the ramp walking to the back and to our locker room.
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"Y/N? Solo? Can you come here for a second please?"
I sit on the couch next to Roman and Solo stands behind the couch and Roman's chair with his arms crossed looking at him.
"What was that out there? The staring? The not paying attention to me when I need help? What is going on? I need answers!"
I look back at Solo and he shrugs his shoulders. I sigh and look at Roman.
"Well... Roman...... me and Solo....."
"You and Solo what?! Huh?!"
Solo puts his hand on Roman's shoulder.
"Chief... we just started dating."
Roman looks at Solo than looks at me. Than looks at Paul sitting on his other side.
"Did you know about this Wiseman?"
"No my tribal chief."
Roman turns and looks back at me.
"Who knows about it?"
"Just Jimmy and Jey."
"Of course they know. Anyone else?"
"No sir. Just Jimmy and Jey. And now you and Paul."
"Keep it that way for now. We don't need anymore problems around here."
"Thank you Roman."
I get up and leave the room with Solo following behind me. We cut off into a dark hallway backstage. Solo grabs my face and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. I pull back and look at him with my arms still around his neck. His hands are gripping onto my sides.
"I can't believe that worked Y/N. I thought he would be pissed."
"He seemed okay with it. Now we don't have to worry."
"I love you Y/N."
"I love you Solo."
THE END.
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