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crossvise · 2 months

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Summary; reader and Phil have a fight and says some hurtful things but they make up in the end.

Warnings; some swearing and some hurtful words

angst ( with a good ending )

Recovery was hard and painful both physically and mentally, it was challenging and sometimes, you were just upset at the whole world that it had to be you. Phil was barely back in the WWE and got badly injured on the first big event he participated.

That night, you were there backstage, watching the men’s Royal Rumble, you saw that DDT and how Phil was different after taking it. You could’ve sworn something was wrong- the way he kept reaching for his elbow, you were honestly more worried about this than the outcome of the match.

When he came back after losing against Cody, your fears were confirmed as his elbow was wrapped in ice. At that time, you didn’t even know how bad it truly was, yet your heart broke for him- he didn’t deserve to go through that. He was finally back and his moment was taken away from him.

Before you even had the confirmation that Phil’s injury was a torn tricep, you promised him you’d be there for him for each step of recovery- no matter if it would be a short or long one. Sadly, what was suspected ended up being right, your boyfriend would require surgery for his torn tricep and would be out for months.

It had been a couple of weeks since the Royal Rumble and Phil’s injury, it hadn’t been easy but you had been there for your boyfriend- you tried your best to make his life easier wether it was bringing a few more cushions on the sofa so his arm could lay comfortably or do chores that weren’t easy with one arm.

However, the last few days were getting harder, mostly for Phil but you were the one who had to suffer through his bad mood. You knew he probably didn’t even realize he was being an ass, so you just let it flow, you didn’t want to cause an argument as you never had a big one with your boyfriend and you wanted it to remain that way.

Today, Phil had been in a particularly bad mood- everything seemed to annoy him, even your mere presence. You didn’t say much and just let him be for the time being. When you came back from work, Phil wasn’t back from rehab for his elbow- which was unusual. It became a routine for you to get back home and be greeted by your boyfriend, then you’d go on a walk with Larry.

It wasn’t without your heart feeling heavy that you went on a walk with Larry. Phil adopted him years ago, way before you, but from the start of your relationship, Larry became so important to you, in a way, he was like your son. You tried not to overthink during your walk but it was hard- you were wondering if you had done something wrong? Perhaps, it was worse than that and Phil didn’t love you anymore.

Larry and you made it back home at the same time as Phil but you didn’t address him a single word until you were sitting on the couch- you were too upset with him to start a conversation.

Phil probably realized something was wrong as you didn’t initiate a conversation or even ask him how rehab had been today, “ how was work? ”

“ Fine. How was rehab? ”

“ Fine too.”

You nodded, not having much to say but a part of you was also being petty and chose to give him as much energy as he gave you. Phil sighed, “ are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

“ There’s nothing going on.”

“ I’m not stupid, y/n. You usually ask me right away how rehab was, you always talk to me but not today?”

You shrugged, hesitating a few seconds, wondering if you should bring up his behavior for the past few days- it couldn’t keep going like this, “ I don’t know, you’ve be an ass to me for the past few days and I don’t get why. I don’t get it, I’ve been doing my best to make sure you’re not in pain or doing something that could hurt you more.”

“ Didn’t you consider that maybe I don’t need you to do all that? I’m not helpless, I’ve been through plenty of injuries and surgeries. It’s sweet that you want to help me but honestly? You’ve been suffocating.”

Those words stung like hell, you didn’t really expect to hear that in all honesty, all you wanted was to make it easier for him, “ and you couldn’t just tell me I was doing too much instead of being an asshole?”

“ Oh come on! I was not an asshole, I’ve just been annoyed with you.”

“ Okay, I won’t do anything for you anymore.”

Phil rolled his eyes dramatically, accompanied by a loud sigh, “ that’s not what I said, don’t dramatize it. I just want to breathe, to be left alone and not have someone babying me as if I’m not a grown ass man.”

“ This someone happens to be your girlfriend Phil, and I was not babying you. I’m sorry if it seemed that way, I just wanted to help.”

“ Well, if I had known you’d be like this when we got together, I would’ve thought twice before asking you out.”

If you had been shot at that same moment, you were sure it would’ve hurt less than Phil’s words, from the look on his face, he also realized what he said but it was too late to take it back. You choked up on your words as only a “ oh ” came out. Maybe you had been right when you wondered if he didn’t love you anymore, it sure seemed the case at this moment.

Tears in your eyes, you got up and rushed to your shared bedroom- you didn’t think much but if there was something you knew, it was that you didn’t want to see Phil’s face anymore today. You grabbed an empty sport bag and shoved a couple of clothes in it, you’d come back to get more if needed later.

Once you were done, you headed to your car but not before giving Larry a kiss on the top of his head. Phil rushed after you as soon as he saw you leaving with a bag, “ baby, please wait! ”

“ Fuck you, Phil.”

With that, you drove away from the place you called home- you hadn’t really planned where you’d go for the night, you just drove for a while to cool off and ended finding a hotel to spend the time. You had friends you could’ve crashed at for the night but you didn’t want to burden them with the fight you just had with Phil.

It was only later in the night when you were laying in the hotel’s bed that you finally dared to look at your phone- Phil had tried to call you countless of times and texted you a couple of times asking you to come back, that he was sorry and begging you to, at least, tell him you were somewhere safe.

Which you did, you replied with a simple and short “ I’m safe, sleeping at a hotel.” as soon as you hit the send button, you shut your phone off for the night and tried your best to fall asleep. It wasn’t an easy task, the fight you had with your boyfriend replying in your head for a majority of the night until exhaustion took over and allowed you a few hours of sleep.

The next morning, you found it hard to get up from bed, not only you had only gotten a couple hours of sleep but they also had been terrible- this bed wasn’t as comfortable as the one from home and honestly, sleeping without Phil next to you was hard. When you looked up at your phone, mostly to call in sick for work, you had a few more texts from your boyfriend.

Some were more apologies, other were begging you to come home or to give him the address so he could come to you to talk. Did you want to see and talk to Phil again after yesterday? You weren’t sure but you needed clarity- you wanted to know if he still loved you at least or if you were over.

The latter thought broke your heart a bit more than it already was, you didn’t really imagine your future without Phil in it- that’s why you ended up texting him the address of the hotel you were staying at for now.

Only an hour later, Phil was knocking on the door of the hotel room you were staying in- you had taken a shower and ate a little in the meantime but let’s be honest, you looked like a mess. You took a deep breath before you slowly opened the door and let Phil in with a barely audible “ hi. ”

Your boyfriend came with a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers, “ these are for you, sweetheart. ”

“ Thank you, they’re beautiful. ”

“ Not as beautiful as you.”

You dramatically rolled your eyes at this, these one liners wouldn’t be enough to have you forgive him, “ yeah, I look miserable today but thank you still. ”

“ You look beautiful even when you look tired. ”

“ So… you wanted to talk?”

Phil stayed silent for a second, as if he was carefully choosing how to words what he wanted to say, “ I’ve fucked up, I know it and I’m so sorry for everything I’ve said. I didn’t mean it, these past few days, I’ve grown really frustrated but not with you. With myself. I’m frustrated to have to stay back and miss many events, I thought this year was finally my year- that I’d get to main event Wrestlemania and keeping it all for me wasn’t the right move because I ended up lashing out on you when you just wanted to help.”

“ You should’ve talked to me, Phil. I don’t mind giving you space, I just needed to know that.”

“ I know and again, I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re suffocating, I like that you care so much for me, sometimes it’s a bit too much but that’s on me for not telling you to stop.”

You nodded, you were glad that Phil was finally opening up to you, that’s all you needed from the get-go. Yet, there was still a thought lingering on your mind and you needed clarification on it, “ do you still love me?”

“ What? Sweetheart, of course I love you! You’re the love of my life, you are so important to me. I’m sorry for being such an asshole that you thought I didn’t love you anymore.”

Pain could be read in Phil’s eyes and his words managed to reassure you, a small smile tugging you your lips, you said, “ this was the worst night in my life, I don’t think I can sleep without you anymore.”

Phil laughed at this and gently pulled you into a hug, you had missed him so much.

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sydsaint · 1 month

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How many WIPS do you have?

Take a quick WIP update!! In no particular order and subject to change of course!

Logan Paul x Injured Wrestler!Reader

Charlie Dempsey x NXT GM!Reader

Bron Breakker x Wrestler!Reader one bed trope

Santos Escobar x Mysterio!Reader

Matt Taven x Cole!Reader

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wrestling0neshots · 1 year

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The Regal Behind The Belt

MJF x Reader Oneshot No warnings apply

Summary: Max has something to say about his title reign. He makes sure to credit the Regal that helped him get the belt in the first place.

Feel free to reblog! Please do not repost _____________________________

Walking into the arena all eyes are on you. The show has already started, but you're not here to wrestle.

You're not here for much. You have no bags. No coat. Just you. You look like a million bucks, dressed in high-end labels, every little detail of your look perfect.

That was your one requirement for tonight. Not to be anything less than perfect. That's what he wanted, what he deserves. He told you that you deserve to shine along side him for all the work you've done.

You check your pocket, making sure the brass knuckles are still there. Those are important.

"Regal! It's nice to see you again. It's been a while." Dax walks over, slight smile on his face. He's the only one in the cafeteria who looks any kind of happy to see you.

"Nice to see you too, Ring Of Honor going well for you and Cash?" Dax nods. "Oh yeah, there's been so much going on I couldn't fill you in if I tried." He chuckles. You smile. You've missed him. Him and all your former allies. Not that you imagine many of them will be your allies now.

"We'll have time to catch up again soon enough. You'll be seeing me around more often." Dax pulls you in for a quick hug. "Good, see you round." The two of you head in opposite directions.

You linger in a hall by the gorilla for some time. You don't want to deal with the team in there until you have to go out. So you don't.

Standing and waiting is boring, but you have your phone at least. You check through twitter, even deciding to tweet a vague couple of sentences hinting that you'll be out tonight. As the likes start to pour in, you hear your name.

"He's going out now. We suggest you get ready for your cue." With a nod, you follow the tech, listening to the crowds reaction to their champion going down to the ring. It's been a few weeks. You have so missed this place.

You listen to his promo, words insulting, precise. Smooth like butter. You'd expect nothing less, behind closed doors you've gotten to know the man well. No one knows, of course. The two of you have kept things just between the two of you.

But tonight, everyone else finds out. Including your father.

Your dad has always built you up the best he could. Taught you the ways of the wrestling world. He's the reason you're here. He's the reason you've never had anyone. Because no one was ever good enough for the golden child of William Regal.

You've worked for your father your entire professional career. You've managed wrestlers under his guidance. Done all he's said for years. Now you've out-grown him. And it's time for you to break free.

It's been a long time coming. Your plans have been in motion for a while. All it took was a little time to get him to fall for your plan.

You're signaled to get ready, so you walk up the stairs and stand behind the curtain, watching the events in the ring from a small monitor. "Oh, wait wait wait, wait, wait! Mr. Regal, I almost forgot. Guys, I have a microphone. I know it's real confusing, please, pipe down." The crowd boos.

"I wanted to say, without-" he checks his pocket but finds nothing. "Oh, one second. I must have forgotten them last night, I was a little distracted I must have left them with- Wait, actually.. bring them out!" That's your cue.

Your music hits. The curtain is pulled. Out you walk.

The crowd cheers, mostly. Some people don't seem to know how to react to you. Your father doesn't seem to know how to react, watching as you walk to the ring filled with all manner of confidence.

You climb the stairs and go through the ropes unassisted, careful not to ruin the look. Your dad says nothing to you, simply watching as you walk to stand beside the AEW champion. You pull the brass knuckles from your pocket, MJF reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. He leaves a surprisingly delicate kiss on your knuckles before sliding the weapon from your palm

"As I was saying, without these and without you none of this is possible. I mean, you did so much. You raised such a good companion for the world champion." You smirk, it's not like Max is wrong. "They might have booed you when you came out here, but hey, they respect you. Everyone in this business respects you, because-" as MJF talks he walks.

You take a few steps backwards, before turning and carefully picking up the new title belt. You take a second to admire it before looking back up, right as your father takes brass knuckles to the head. He collapses to the mat, laying there lifeless. Max crouches beside him.

"It's funny. You said I have much to learn and you're the one who made a deal with the devil. Not only do I have triple B, but I have a Regal who isn't going to betray me." Max looks up at you, gaze hard.

It's a warning to you, but you knew what you were getting into when you started this. When you convinced your father to betray Mox, when you first committed yourself to Max. You knew the price you would pay for failure or backstabbing.

MJF turns his attention back to your father. "Allow me to leave you with the same words you left me seven long years ago. Will, the game has changed. MJF exclusively hires top talent or top world class athletes. When you're one of them, send me your stuff. Yours sincerely, the champion, Maxwell Jacob Friedman."

With that the burberry clad man drops the mix, standing and walking over to you. He looks at your face, then down at his title belt that you have in your hands.

He places his hands on your waist before kissing you, it's rough and passionate, but short lived. "You're the reason I'm here right now. Not your stupid father. You. You helped me get this beautiful belt, and I'm going to give you the world for that." He smirks, placing a kiss to your cheek before taking the belt from your hands gently.

Max throws the belt over his shoulder, the two of you exiting the ring. He holds your hand as the two of you make your way through the crowd, not once stopping to look back at the ring.

He's the champion, the AEW champion. Your champion. And that is how it is going to stay for the foreseeable future.

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discow1tch · 4 months

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#snippets are excerpts from my wips btw if you missed it #I basically just have these passages I really like but the fic might not ever get finished #wrestling #aew x reader #wrestling x reader #wrestling smut

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hurricanrxna · 8 months

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welcome to hurricanrxna !!

my name is kels, and this is a side blog dedicated to my love of wrestling and writing! certified mike mizanin simp and hopeless romantic! asks are always open!!

this blog is home to 'x reader' fanfics (I take requests!) and fanfic pieces featuring my original character! the relevant sections are below for your perusing pleasure~

LITTLE STRING LIGHTS.

An OC x Mike "The Miz" Mizanin Fanfiction!

Danielle "Dani" Murakami, a cheery personal trainer and nutritionist, has finally achieved her dream of working in the professional wrestling industry at AEW. Though her positive personality quickly gains her plenty of friends, she is noticeably cagey about her love life and what she was doing before AEW ... Explore the heartbreak, regret, and intrigue behind Dani's character as she attempts to lead a normal life through an unbreakable facade of optimism. What could possibly go wrong, right?

Two people, one dream, one heart .

Prologue - "Rainy Day Fund"

I do take 'x reader' requests ONLY! if you have an idea you'd like me to write, you can send it in [here!]

Request box status: OPEN

The following rules and terms apply to requests that are sent:

I do accept NSFW requests! All relevant posts will be tagged as [hurricanrxna.spice] for easy blacklisting!

Generally if a wrestler is on other blog's blacklist, they're on mine too. If you're not sure, please do ask!

I mainly write for WWE and AEW!

Requests with 3+ wrestlers will be written as headcanons only! This is just easier on me and I can get requests out faster this way~

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more cody stuffs!

Chapter 1 of "Little String Lights!"

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heartmix · 2 years

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Charm Your Way-Jay White

Pairing: Jay White x gn!reader

Word Count: 700+

Warning: fluffy, I can't write jay white in any other thing but fluffy fluff

A/N: I HATE writers block. I feel so bad for not uploading anything because I told myself I was gonna write and publish the whole summer.

Masterlist / Wrestling Masterlist

"I only have you for one more night."

He muttered those words making yourself snap out of whatever alternate reality you were in. You forgot he wasn't in the same company as you. You forgot he had his own company to go back to, he was the champion of that said company. You forgot it was just for a pay-per-view and everything would go back to normal Monday morning. It was Sunday night, your alternate reality was coming to a close real quick.

"What, these last few months weren't enough for you." You squeaked out. Truth be told it wasn't enough for you. Even if he was the first NJPW guy to show up on AEW tv, it wasn't enough. You were selfish and wanted more.

"The rest of my life wouldn't be enough." He charmed making you groan. Why did he have to be so charming? He was such a prick and everyone knew that but you only saw the charming side of him which is probably why it was harder to say goodbye till next time.

"Hmmh, ever so charming with your words."

"That's how we ended up in this situation in the first place ain't it darling." He mused with a cocky smirk on his face.

When he first appeared backstage at AEW surprising the Bucks with a happy Adam Cole, he made an impression. Chatted up all his old friends, making them laugh while he was the loudest one catching everyone's attention. It caught your attention for sure. Part of you wanted to tell him to shut up and keep his voice down but the other part of you wanted to be friends with the dude.

You had your eyes glued on him the whole time you were in catering, you couldn't help it. It's not like you were the only one, some of the girls were just as intrigued while some of the guys chatted about wanting a match, or rematch with him. As if he had eyes on the back of his head, he turned to your table with a smirk looking right into your eyes. Despite mostly the whole table looking at him he never moved his eyes from you. It was as if he was trying to charm you with just his eyes. It didn't work. As if he knew it didn't work he stood up and made his way over to you.

"Hey, I'm Jay." He greeted the table for once looking at everyone but you. He greeted everyone else and saved you for last.

"Hi, I'm Jay. Nice to meet you, future champ." He greeted you with a smile which took you back. Future champion? Well, that was certainly a unique way of greeting someone.

That greeting is what made you want to know even more. Watching him on the screen wasn't enough. Seeing him in the halls wasn't enough. You wanted, needed to be talking to him. Little did you know at the time was that he felt the same way. Your match was right before his tv promo and he needed to introduce himself. You staring at him was the perfect excuse to go up and talk to you.

"So what do you want to do the rest of the night?" He asked snapping you out of your thoughts. What was there even to do on his last night here.

"I don't know champ. That's totally up to you."

"Hmmh. Stay with me." He asked making you chuckle.

"Well, I was planning to stay the night anyways. Did you forget that we're riding to the airport together?" You reminded as you were confused about how he forgot about the arrangement. You both agreed to go to the airport together as you arrived at the arena. Sure it was more than 6 hours ago that he proposed it but still.

"I don't mean just for tonight. I mean after Monday morning. I mean while I'm all the way in Japan or traveling across the globe while you're here in the states. Hell, I'll fly you out to me just for a day if our schedules are conflicting. Just tell me that you'll stay." He begged, looking at you with sincerity for the first time.

"You just have to charm your way to keep me huh." You smiled hoping he knew your answer. The first night you were scared to go on doing whatever this was with him. He had a reputation and everyone including himself knew it. Throughout the months he reassured you that he was actually into you, every chance he got, maybe that's why it was so easy to give into him.

"I'd do whatever to keep you. You should know that by now."

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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True Nature

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a part of the Dark Order and patience wearing thin with everything and all their issues piling up one after another, the reader decides to show her true nature to her comrades when chaos consumes them and their feud with Jon Moxley...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Yall, I watched Dynamite and just had to sin after haha) (Swearing, slight/playful degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, a bit of kinky with barbwire, oral M receiving)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @melissahausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc

Being told to just sit back and watch everything while chaos was spreading like wildfire did nothing but grind my gears. Dealing with this for practically my entire career with the dark order took a great deal on my patience.

Evil Uno surely left it all out in that ring, but against Mox, it wasn't enough. His blood was everywhere, and first John and Alex ran out there, then Yuta and Claudio, then Hangman?

Someone needed to maintain some order in all of this, marching my way out there as Hangman had barbwire wrapped around his fist, everyone gasping at the sight of me standing in front of Mox in the corner, stopping Hangman's punch.

"Hangman," I took a deep breath, stepping up to him with calmness, "We have to take care of Uno, okay? You can kick his ass on the fifth."

"Did you not see what he just did?! Look at this ring!" Hangman was still so hostile, and I did understand, but took his barbwire-wrapped hand, taking the wire away carefully:

"I know. But he needs us, right now. Just trust me."

Hangman and I made our way to the middle of the ring while John and Alex were tending to Uno, Mox, and his crew watching behind me. My words worked, Hangman handing me the barbwire and going to tend to Uno, but the one mistake he made was trusting me.

The look of pure shock and heartbreak on everyone's faces when the barbwire around my fist clocked the back of Hangman's head, leaving him limp next to Uno's nearly lifeless, bloody body.

"HOLY SHIT!"

The crowd's yelling only made me smile, John and Alex, frozen with tears running down their faces, only making it worse with my words:

"I am so sick and tired of this shit! Every single one of you are nothing but a joke!"

My dark order shirt was ripped to shreds, the sight of a BCC shirt underneath it only making the fans even wilder, backing up into the corner to Jon, whose arm wrapped around me.

At the same time, Hangman's woozy eyes found me, filled with sadness like the others:

"Y/N, I thought-"

"Thought what?! That I liked you? That I cared?" Stepping forward just to laugh at him, I made my way back to Jon, shaking my head, "Oh no, I found where I belong. Found a REAL man."

"And you're looking at him, bitch!" Jon spat, pulling me into him for a kiss, even Claudio and Yuta were taken aback by how we revealed our relationship.

There was something about Jon that drove me crazy, magnetized me towards him, and I couldn't fight the gravity anymore, smiling and kissing back, taking in all the wicked energy surrounding us.

"We'll see you on the fifth!"

Leaving things at that, I marched out of the ring with Jon, still in his arms while waving goodbye to my past, to the dark order in the ring, then fixing my eyes on the now.

We both were panting from the rush that just waved over us and the second we headed backstage, all eyes were on us, both of us loved it so much that we started laughing like maniacs, stepping into the locker room and the moment that door slammed, I grabbed him by the shoulder, growling:

"Get your ass over here."

"Finally showing your true nature, huh?" That psycho smile of his said it all, still full of blood lust with his lips clashing against mine, teeth scrapping along my lower lip.

"What? Seeing me like that turns you on?" Already knowing the answer and palming his hard-on that was fighting his pants, I had to giggle and tease, "Bet you were hard out there watching me."

"Yeah, so what?" Shrugging it off, he wasn't playing any games, taking a gasp out of my chest as he ripped my shirt in two from the middle, pushing my back clear down to the floor, biting across my chest while my tights and panties became his next target, being ripped off just as quickly.

"Fuck, just knowing that drives me crazy," He wasn't the only wild one in this equation, jolting up, barbwire still around my hand, both our eyes fixing on his waistband as I took it, growling into a sloppy kiss, "Now, take your damn pants off."

"Think I'm scared of that?" Referencing the barbwire, he let that hand wander up his chest with it while kicking his pants off.

"Only makes you crazier, you sicko," I joked, silenced by the stretch in my thighs as they were spread and pressed against the cold, hard floor, let alone the stretch of his cock pounding into me with no mercy.

"Sick and crazy, huh?" His forehead meeting mine, piercing blue eyes like falling into a bottomless pool, the heat between radiating, pulling a moan out of me while sliding his cock back to leave only the tip, the coldness of his teeth against the tender skin of my earlobe, "I'm gonna show you just how sick and crazy I am."

I went to speak, but nothing came out, jaw-dropping for an attempt to breathe, only to have what little air inside me knock away with Jon's hips slamming into me. Shivering past his gaze, that smile of his showed how much I was in for, cock pulling back and pushing in so quickly that my body nor mind could keep up with it.

"What's the matter, baby girl?" His hand was still sweating, steaming hot against my throat, but still able to clench it, nose against mine while he kept going balls deep, "Got me all worked up just to lay here? You're lucky that pussy's squeezing me tight."

Choking on top of a kiss was nearly smothering me. Still, I never felt so good, locking my legs around his hips, shaking from the overstimulating nerves burning, hollowly whispering against his lips:

"Don't count me out just yet."

Managing to pick myself up off the floor, he let go of my throat, latching and digging into the flesh on my hips, having to hold onto the back of his neck like my life depended on it, but rolling my hips into his. There was a stutter at first, but the harder he gripped onto me, the sweet feeling of his tip smacking my sweet spot, the pressure hitting my clit just right, I started to move faster.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about," He laughed, spanking a sharp sting into my ass that made moans start spilling out of me even more, nails grazing his skin, using all my strength to bounce on his cock, screaming at the impact in my belly:

"Fu-; Got damn it, Jon!"

"Trying to make me cum doing that?" Nails tracing up my scalp and yanking my head back, leaving my neck exposed and opened for his bites to find and mark up, he warned, "Not till I feel you first."

I didn't have a single care in my mind, so close that the need to get off made me bounce even harder, nearly knocking him back till he trapped me in a tight hug, hips burning every time they smacked off each other, screaming with pleasure but starting to feel the aches, especially along my walls that were desperately trying to milk him for everything he had.

My thighs twitched and my chest heaved against him, feeling so heavy, drool finding the corner of my mouth as I moaned out, "You're gonna feel it. I'm r-right, there!"

Picking me up and slamming me back down, over and over sent my head back with my vision gone black and flashing spots all over, a squelching squeeze having me tense up around him, clinging with the last bit of strength that I had.

Body sweating, thighs and stomach soaked from my slick, I was near my limit, but not out just yet.

"Since I'm feeling so good," I whispered like a hex in his ear, pushing him back to the floor, mouth dropping down to his cock, loving the groan that rolled off his lips, hand fisting into my hair again, following along with the bob of my head, all the way down the back of my throat with all my speed to make the throbbing of his cock even harder.

"Look at me," He huffed out, pulling my head up, smacking the tip of his cock against my tongue and panting, but smiling as our gazes locked, watching his seed shoot into my mouth, taking every drop and swallowing with a smile, "That's hot. You filthy, bitch."

"And I'm all yours," I smiled back, cleaning the ooze with a swirl of my tongue, kissing his tip, and giggling, "You crazy, bastard."

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daddyhausen · 8 months

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commision for — @the-anxious-youth

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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”

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”

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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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death.

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories @thesadvampire @joel-mlller @softanon @max--phillips @captainsamwlsn @hooplahoopla @moondirti

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife.

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all.

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more.

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters.

“I was.”

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps-

“What was she like?”

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings.

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile.

Damn this girl.

“Not even from you?”

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away.

“Did she cook?”

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning.

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise.

“From time to time.”

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with.

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved. Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both.

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work.

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to.

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family.

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father.

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends.

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights.

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean.

No. Mean isn’t the right word.

Cold. Yes. you're very cold.

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak.

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do.

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face.

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.”

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them.

She wonders if Sarah had brothers.

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.”

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air.

“That true?” “What?”

“Is he telling the truth?”

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you.

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene.

And she understands.

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out.

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie.

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder.

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit.

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward.

“You know this psycho?”

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react.

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why.

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them.

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation.

But this one is real. It’s yours.

There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her.

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-”

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-”

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.”

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him.

But at your order, he sits back in his chair.

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder.

At least. She thinks he’s your son.

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods.

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.”

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement.

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

#revenant wife tag #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #this is just a little blurb because I havent written in a hot minute #mostly from ellies third pov so i hope the sort of juvenile internal thoughts make sense #joels wife is a sort of scary badass gal with a lil farm #joel miller x female reader #@ the blogs who asked to be tagged but had zero header or age in their bio: do better #tumblr please dont rearrange the order of this again im BEGGING #not pictured in the fic: joel punching duke in the face and wrestling the gun from his hands before the other twin shows up followed by you #and now joel has to grapple with the fact that 1. his wife is alive 2. she had children 3. he just sucker punched his own kid

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Summary; reader used to know Punk before he left, they have a bittersweet meeting when he comes back. Maybe Punk says something along these lines, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and I miss you." cause he really does miss her and wants her back.

Warnings; some swearing, that’s it.

When you first heard the rumors of CM Punk coming back to the WWE, you shook your head chuckling, there was no way he would come back after all this time. He had made an appearance here and there as an analyst a few years ago but that was it- and you were more than fine with it, you hoped you wouldn’t have to cross his path again.

As the weeks went by, you didn’t really pay attention to those rumors until you heard he was actually coming back and your world was so close to crumble down. It had been ten years since Phil broke your heart as he left WWE and you, ten years you worked on yourself to not suffer anymore and for most part, you did well but you knew he was your first love and a pet of you would forever love him.

Of course, he had to show up on Monday Night Raw, two days after you successfully managed to avoid him during Survivor Series. But if you could avoid him during a long event, you could definitely repeat it on Raw- you had it all planned anyways, your match happened to be right before he would get to the ring, if you were unlucky you’d cross paths but by the time he’d be done with his talk, you’d be ready to leave.

Thankfully, for the most part it went as you hoped, you didn’t see him before your match, everyone wanted to talk to him anyways, so it wasn’t that hard to avoid him. Your match went well and after over fifteen minutes wrestling your opponent of the night, you finally got the pin.

Making it back to behind the scenes had never been this stressing before, you knew he was right there and in the end, it was inevitable to walk past him- seeing him was upsetting but you also felt sad, after all this time, it still hurt.

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart aches but you didn’t turn around to confront him, you knew it would end up with you crying, no matter how strong you were. Thankfully, the timing saved you as he was called to go to the ring for his first promo since he left.

Without a word to anyone, you made it back to the locker room and showered as soon as you were out of your gear and make up removed. You thought you had been quick, apparently not quick enough as you heard knocking on your locker room’s door- it could’ve been anyone but it had to be Phil.

Leaving the door open for him to get in, you grabbed your jacket and closed your bag, “ what do you want?”

“ I just wanna talk- I tried to find you two days ago but you were nowhere to be found.”

You chuckled at this, of course you were nowhere to be seen that day, you spent all day and evening avoiding him, “ well yeah, I kind of didn’t want to see you.”

“ I’m sorry.”

“ It’s a bit late for that. I’m going to repeat myself- what do you want, Phil?”

“ I just wanted to talk, to say that I’m sorry and that I fucking miss you.”

You were taken aback by the last bit, you would’ve expected everything but this, “ it’s been ten years, you missed me for ten years and did nothing about it?”

Met with a deafening silence, you nodded and with a bittersweet chuckle, you roughly grabbed your bag and shoved him on the side to get out of the room and eventually the building. Usually, you would go meet the fans, sign their shirts or signs and take pictures but you didn’t really feel like taking pictures teary eyed.

As you were heading to your car, you heard distant footsteps but didn’t pay it too much attention until you threw your bag in the back of your car and heard Phil’s voice as he caught up to you, “ I did miss you for ten long fucking years, every single day I cursed myself out for making the worst decision I could have made.”

“ You broke my heart, hell you broke me!”

“ I know and I can’t do anything else than wish I hadn’t been this stupid and such a coward.”

Shaking your head, you wiped away your tears, “ why taking ten years to reach out to me?”

“ I was ashamed of breaking your heart, of leaving you the way I did and I’m pretty sure you didn’t want to see me.”

“ What changed now?”

“ I’m back and not planning on leaving anytime soon, I believe I couldn’t start by not apologizing to the person I’ve hurt the most.”

You nodded, after all it had been ten years and maybe the best thing was to accept those apologies that you’ve dreamed of for years, “ I loved you Phil, with everything I had- you were everything to me.”

“ I know. I can’t take it back or make up for all those years but believe me, if I could, I would.”

“ A part of me will always love you, you were my first real love and for that I’ll forgive you. Thank you for apologizing, and welcome back.”

A sheepish smile appeared on Phil’s face as you said you were forgiving him, “ I still love you, Y/N- I never stopped loving you.”

“ Don’t push your luck Phil. ”

“ I’m not, I don’t expect you to take me back in a heartbeat- I’m just wondering if one day, you would give me another chance.”

That was yet another thing you didn’t expect to hear tonight, and for a second you stayed silent, wondering if you could one day give him another chance, “ show me that you’ve changed, that you’re a better man and then, maybe, I’ll give you another chance.”

#cm punk x reader #wwe x reader #wrestling x reader

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