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pandorasfavorite · 26 days

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The Silent Love

AN: After 5,000 words I managed to write you guys something a little longer for fun.

The large beaming lights in the center of the ring felt so natural to you. From the young age of 6, the dream of being a wrestler was branded on your heart. And now that you are standing in the middle of the ring with spotlights on you and thousands of people cheering you on. Your dream actually felt completely real, that this is what you were destined to do with your life. No one could stop you from getting what you wanted out of life. Though you couldn’t deny the level of intensity your job brought….Every Friday thru Monday you get ready for work. Sometimes you weren't needed but the new storyline was hot and you just so happen got thrown in the middle of it. Rey Mysterio’s son turned heel and the whole WWE community was astonished at the change. Especially since Dominik was so loyal…and so dedicated to his father's work. As crazy as that was, it didn’t matter to you in the slightest. Dominik Mysterio and his father had nothing to do with you; none of that did.

You were brand new to WWE with no enemies, till Rhea Ripley changed the course of your career. After many matches (and wins), you seemed unstoppable; but you knew better than to let the success get to your head. What played to your advantage was your wrestling persona. You spoke no words, and when push came to shove you still stayed silent. The world has yet to know how you sound when you speak, and they would be waiting a long time. This silent streak was intimidating and many believed you could one day pose a match to Rhea Ripley (the current woman’s champion). You were astonished at the whispers. If anything you admired Rhea and how well she retained her title, yet she wasn’t as happy to be associated with you.

So you couldn’t help but be surprised at her intent to fight you next Friday just to show no one can top her. Partial fear coursed through you at the thought of fighting a champion only a few months into your career. Rhea was beyond adamant and a force to be reckoned with; she wasn’t a person you wanted problems with. Although she did do some things you opposed to. Thursday night was the worst, and Friday morning was no better. You felt terrified to put it simply. This match was going to be huge, Dominik Mysterio was still a fresh member in the Judgement Day meaning he was going to be glued to Rhea’s side. You had no one to back you up; just you, yourself, and the silence you accompanied.

Now you stood in the middle of the ring, trying to act confident; though you really wanted to curl up and hide. She came out of the threshold with Dominik right beside her, you should’ve been looking at her but you couldn't look away from the man beside her. He was obviously out of practice and was adorning a frown that didn’t really suit his face. He was just a step behind Rhea and she was already starting her speech on how no one could take her place. Yet your eyes followed him the whole time and that only pissed her off worse, “Look at me!” she yelled at you now that she was standing right in front of you in the ring. You pulled your gaze away from him but not without difficulty.

You looked at her and managed to hold eye contact. “Do you have something to say?”, she laughed and got in your face. You said nothing and let your eyes flicker behind her, back to Dominik who was watching with no expression. You felt paralyzed when you had been pushed back, Rhea had picked you up and tossed you onto the floor like a bag of flour. On the floor you squeeze your eyes shut and roll over to avoid her hits, you knew this would hurt; but not like this. You are picked up again and draped over the post of the ring to be pushed off of, your cold and clammy hands only make getting your grip on things worse. Your body smacks on the ring again and you swear your head is ringing from the chorus of cheers. You lay flat on your back only to open your eyes to see Rhea standing above you grinning like a maniac. She kicks your side and you fold into yourself with a hiss of pain. She turns around and starts hyping herself up and pointing towards her belt.

With all the strength in your body, you rose up with one hand around the center of your stomach. When Rhea turned around you backhanded her across the face with all the strength you could muster. A sour expression sunk onto her face and before you knew it she performed her finisher on you. You knew that the chances of winning were below 1%, but at least you got a hit in. She pinned you and you laid there waiting for it to be over, though as you lay on the ground you turned your head to meet Dominik’s eyes again. He swallowed hard and looked away, fixing his composure. Then that was it, they left and you went right after them. You wanted to be alone after such a humiliating match you didn’t even want to do in the first place. You wanted to sit with your thoughts that kept revolving around the guy that you hardly knew.

You turned the corner about to go into the dressing room when you crashed into something hard. You looked up with an apologetic expression only for it to drop instantly when you saw it was Dominik. He shifts awkwardly on his feet as if he is nervous to speak, though he apologizes to Rhea, “I’m sorry she shouldn’t have done that”. You had said nothing and only looked at him with wide eyes. This was the last thing you imagined would happen. You nodded at him and smiled slightly to show that you were grateful for his apology. You were still clutching your stomach, but the pain was ignored in his presence. Though Dominik noticed, he frowned and stared, “Can I walk you to the infirmary?”. He said in a concerned voice but it was also laced with guilt. Surely he didn’t think this was his fault? You wanted to deny the offer and just deal with the pain on your own. But the more attention that was drawn to the ache only made it more painful. You sigh and nod, letting him lead the way.

You both walked side by side with no more words exchanged. And when you made it to the room Dominik rubbed his neck nervously, “Well this is it”. You nodded and looked at him all the same. He clears his throat and looks away from your piercing gaze; yet for some reason, his heart pumps faster. He turns to walk away but before leaving you completely he waved goodbye. You had to do the same. From that point on Dominik had to fight the thoughts of you out of his brain. It was like those small interactions were consuming his mind and making it hard for him to function. He hasn’t even heard you speak yet you already managed to get a hold of him.

A week passed and your next match wasn’t until Monday. You were excited for more reasons than one. Firstly, you felt fully revived and ready to show off some of the new moves that you came up with. Secondly, Rhea hasn’t released any more statements and your fanbase has only grown since the match. And thirdly, everyone was going to be in for a surprise. You intended to be one of the most creepiest wrestlers out there.

Meaning your silence was going to be a magnet of fear if anything. Your eerily music rang through the stadium and all the lights completely shut off so you could roll out from under the ring and stand in the middle. The lights flickered and after a loud screech, they turned back on to show you in the middle. You were dressed in black attire with dark makeup that only emphasized the horror-type look. You heard whistles and cheers at the sight of you, honestly, it felt like floating in many ways.

You didn’t give a single fuck about who you matched today; you knew with confidence the win was yours. So when Baliey stepped out and rolled into the ring you looked at her with wide creepy eyes ( as the commenters put it). You let Baliey go on her stupid rant while you thought of the best way to shut her up. The match started with punches flying, if Baliey hit you she got a punch right back and so forth. You managed to get an upper hand by kicking her feet from under her. Bailey landed harshly on her back. You picked her up as high as you could and put her on your shoulders. She held onto the top of your head with absolute fear at the fall ahead of her. Just as you were about to drop her another loud blast of music startles you. You were still holding Baliey up when you saw two silhouettes walk out of the opening.

But you continuously reminded yourself to stay focused and ignore the new people. Their interruption was not close to worthy enough for a loss on your part. Instead of dripping Bailey, you summersault with her on your shoulders. She slams onto the ring and ends up behind her, holding her legs over her head to pin her. Bailey squirms and kicks out on two. You stand up and survey the area for Rhea, you knew it was her just by the music that blasted through the stadium. She was standing at the side of the ring with Dominik to the side of her. You wrinkled your nose in disgust at the pair together. All the respect you had for her was lost.

Then again you looked straight through Dominik, his eyes widened when Baliey came running up behind you. You hold back a smirk at his unintentional warning, and you spin around just in time to punch her across the jaw. She steps back holding the side of her face with a shocked expression. You walk up to her and grab her by the shoulders to bring her stomach down on your knee. She groans loudly and exhales a hard breath, you throw her to the side to lay her down on her back. You pin her and after 3 lengthy counts, the win was yours. Rhea claps slowly and sarcastically to bring your attention to her. You glare unkindly and roll your eyes when she picks up a microphone.

Again Dominik watches like a little puppy following their owner. You did what Rhea hated most, you ignored her and slid out of the ring to begin walking backstage. Only to come to an instant halt at Dominik’s hesitant voice. “It’s not what you think”, he says but it is drowned out by all the yells and boo’s thrown his way. Dominik looks side to side with annoyance. “Listen-”, he tries again but gets the same response to the same effect. He throws his hands up and just gives the mic back to Rhea, you are tempted to turn around and ignore her once again but Dominik’s pleading look roots you to the ground. She takes the mic but it seems as if it is hard for her to say what is necessary, “Join the Judgement Day” she finally rattles off. You scoff instantaneously.

The next few weeks are to the same effect. Rhea and Dominik interrupt your matches to convince you to join the group. They are hoping to wear down your resolve to the best of their ability. Eventually,,,, Damian and Finn also come out to pester you and in truth,,,, it is getting hard for you to hold your tongue. After another tiring day of constant interruption and nagging from the group, you manage to get away and inside of your dressing room. The moment you plop down onto the couch for a moment of rest, there is a knock on the door.

You groan as loud as possible so the person can hear how much they are inconveniencing you. You sat and hoped they would go away after the clear noise of annoyance. But another soft knock comes from the other side of the door. You take a steady breath and propel yourself off the couch to open the door. Yet you were surprised to see Dominik and Dominik alone on the other side of the door. He bites the inside of his cheek but leans on the doorframe as if he is not nervous. He motions inside, “Can I come in?”, you sigh and nod pushing the door open for him.

For some odd reason you felt drawn to him, and after weeks of looking at him and hearing him (or attempting to) plead for you to join, you kind of developed a small crush on him. Dominik walked in and lingered in the middle of the room, switching from foot to foot while he waited for you to close the door. You closed it shut and spun around to look at him, a small laugh fell from your lips at his awkward composure. Dominik’s heart instantly started to race and he recognized his chest getting warm at the sound.

You sit on the couch and pat the spot beside you. He blows out a nervous breath but takes a seat beside you anyway, he fiddles with his hands before rushing out what he came to ask you. “Have you thought about joining?”. You slightly shake your head but in all honesty that was all you thought about these past few weeks. You wouldn’t mind being closer to Dominik, and he would love that as well. But one thing kept you from making the decision. He rubs his face in mild disappointment, “Why not?” it almost sounded like a whine.

You pull your lips to the side, not wanting to share the true reason because Dominik surely wouldn’t appreciate it. You shrug and look at him in the most neutral way you could, though he knew. He always knew. “It’s Rhea right?”, he sighs and scratches his eyebrow. Your eyes fly open and you look panicked at being caught, you shake your head no in an attempt to deny it. Dominik clicks his tongue, “I know it is, Hermosa”. Did he just call you beautiful??? The name made your heart race faster than what is considered healthy.

You blush and drop your head to avoid his understanding eyes. Noticeably Dominik has changed since that first night you saw him, he has gotten more influence in his group. He is less nervous to be around you and more confident in himself. So maybe that's why he took your hands in his, you raised your head to look at him in confusion. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop her that night. But she will never hurt you or humiliate you like that again. I swear”, he says with serenity and positivity.

Dominik was convinced that Rhea would cause you no harm anymore. You close your eyes to process; you knew that if you looked at Dominik too long you’d have to say yes. Time and time again you told yourself no. No this wasn’t going to work out and no he wasn’t worth the trouble. Things change though. And Dominik holding your hands and consoling you was a change that helped you make up your mind. You open your eyes and give him a short and small nod. Dominik beams with dilated pupils at your acceptance. He lost control of his body which made him pull you directly into his arms.

He wraps his arms around you and both of you share a similar feeling of embarrassment. Dominik pulls back and he looks mortified at what he had done. He pops up off the couch and mutter something along the lines of “I have to go tell everyone” and then he slips out of the room casually. Yet you could hear him running down the hallway. The long day was eventful and you just signed part of your career away because you were beginning to love a man. “Fuck”, you finally say and bury your head into your hands.

The next time you seen Dominik was in the Judgment Day dressing room, conveniently enough your name was also written on the door. You walked in with your head held high and confidence spilling from your body. You had been prepared for the worst which was ridicule and rude behavior. Yet you heard laughter. It was Dominik and Damian while Finn and Rhea sat with smiles on their face at the exchange. Rhea’s expression hardened when she turned to look at you, you gave her the same hard look and crossed your arms defensively.

Dominik noticed the tension and stopped laughing at the exchange. He rushed over to you and held you by the arm. He coughs to bring the attention to himself, “15 minutes till guys” was all he said before Finn cheered. Finn pops up off the couch and walks over to Damian to smack him on the shoulder, “The Judgment Day rules, right Damian?”. Damian responds with a simple, “Yea” and puts an arm around his friend. Rhea stands up and walks over to you and Dominik, you are noticeably tense under Dominik’s hand.

Dominik felt the nervous energy radiating off of you. He’s not sure why he does it but he finds his arm slipping around you shoulders. The tension in your face goes away in relief at the feeling of protection from him. “Ready then?”, Rhea asks you while quirking her eyebrow. You nod a bit apprehensively. “Still not talking?”, she asks with a smirk. You raise your eyes playfully, trying to be nice. She gives you a small smile back and pats you on the shoulder. Dominik lights up at the pleasant reaction and he can hardly stand still with excitement. You smile to yourself, just maybe you could get used to this.

A month passes and things are only getting better, you still haven't spoken a word to anyone. But Judgement Day doesn’t seem to mind. They have found themselves accommodating to your silence, therefore they only ask questions that are yes and no. You appreciate their effort, but your silence was a choice of protection for yourself in a way. When you completely trusted someone you would speak to them, and the time came for that to happen.

But Dominik would be first to hear, he deserved that much. Monday night 20 minutes before his match you pulled him into a closet, away from listening ears. He looks down at you; his hands almost reach out to hold your arms in comfort. You are currently working up the courage to speak by looking into his eyes; they were always so deep with emotion. “Everything okay Hermosa?”, he asks; though his eyes drop down to your lips frequently.

“Yes”, you whisper but it sounded more like a croak from how long it has been. Dominik’s jaw went slack and his shoulders dropped in awe. He couldn’t believe his ears, so much so he rubbed one of them to make sure he was hearing right. “W-what?”, he wants you to speak again, so so badly it hurts. You bite your lips; holding back from laughing at his insane and surprised expression. “Dominik”, you say. He shakes a sharp intake of breath and steps back; only to step forward right back into his previous spot.

He points at your lips and he looks astonished, “You just talked- I mean really spoke”. He shakes his head in disbelief and runs a hand down his face. You nod; the corners of your mouth going up. You knew he would react strongly but this was just perfect. He looks crazed to keep hearing you, and his hands finally find the sides of your arms; “Well don’t stop now! Your voice is so- I don’t even know how to put this… angelic”. He is shaking in excitement, you laugh and touch his chest with one of your hands.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest as well. “When we go back out you have to pretend like nothing was said”, you remind him because surely he wanted to tell all of his friends. He opens his mouth without speaking and exhales heavily. “You're talking”, he pushes out… he has never felt this way before. The emotions he was going through right now were crushing in the best way. He wanted to kiss you and listen to you talk for days/ maybe even months. He never wants to see you nod again, he just wants to hear the soft sound of your voice. He was so struck, and so happy he had to pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around you in a hug.

You hide your blush and smile into his chest, you suppose you could give him time to calm down and process. After a few more minutes he lets go and asks for you, “Ready?”. “Are you?”, you giggle and push him a bit. He stares for a moment, “You're killing me” he puts his forehead on your shoulder. You touch his hair and you tap his head, motioning with your head towards the door. “Okay I’m ready”, he mutters but makes no move for the handle. You nod and Dominik swallows hard at the denial of another word.

You both step out into the hallway and begin walking towards the group. They all turn around and sigh breathes of relief. “Where have you guys been?”, Rhea says in a strict voice. “Sorry, we got held up by the camera crew. Finn shrugs and looks away but Rhea and Damian aren’t as easily as convinced. They will ignore it for another day…they guess.

Yet another week passes and Dominik has taken advantage of his privilege of hearing you speak. More often than not he would find time in the hectic day to hear your sickly sweet voice. But today, he could get very few words out of you. It was Wrestlemania and you had a surprise match. Meaning the type of match and who it was with was completely and utterly sheltered from you. You were anticipating the worst as always, but at the end of the day, you were going to make the most of it. Now your match was 8 minutes away and Dominik quickly pulled you into a janitor's closet, “Good luck” he rushed out as if he was nervous for you.

You look up at him from your lashes, “Thank you, see you after?”, you affirmed. “Yeah”, he said like he was breathless. You quirked your brow at him in confusion but time was running out, and a strike of confidence hit you. You rose up to kiss his cheek and you left the closet with a minute to spare.

Your music blasted and the arena went dark as always, only to flicker when you finally made it to center stage. You stood in the middle with your arms raised in the air and a sinister creepy smile plastered directly on your face. You circled the ring only to come to a complete stop when the music played. Your face dropped and you already felt the tears of betrayal burn your eyes; it was Rhea’s music. She came out alone with her title thrown over her shoulders and you felt no fear.

You felt sick to your stomach, the man you loved had to have known. They all knew and none of them told you a word. You start blinking quickly to wish away the tears, yet the moment Rhea towered over you with a victorious smile. A tear happened to roll down your cheek for the world to see. You whipped it away harshly and gritted your teeth at her quick look of pity. The match started and you grabbed her by the shoulders and punched her across the face 3 times. All your pain and sorrow flowed out of you the entire match. Each kick and push was with hatred for what she did to you.

Worst of all, as you lay flat on the floor with blinding tears; all you could think of was Dominik. You were back in the same position as the first time, thinking of him as you lost. Every piercing pain in your body was nothing compared to how your heartfelt. And when Rhea’s arm was raised into the air, you rolled out of the ring and moved as quickly as you could muster to the dressing room. You pushed the door open so hard it rattled the hinges but you weren’t intending to confront anyone. You wanted to grab your things and get the fuck out of there.

You had been expecting all the boys to be in the room but it was just Dominik. His face was crestfallen and he stood up as soon as you walked in. You spared him no look, your hands fumbled with every article of clothing you had in the room. And you walked right past him to grab all your makeup. You had no use leaving it there anymore; there’s no way you’d be back. Finally, you turned to Dominik with your bags in hand and just stared at him with a quivering lip. You wanted him to see how bad it hurt. He can barely look at you, “I couldn’t tell you”. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit is what screamed in your head.

Your eyes were empty and your silence made him finally look at you. Tears are flowing down your face uncontrollably and Dominik looks just as wounded as he feels. He knew he fucked up, but there may be no coming back from this. “I’m sorry”, he whispers what he can get out. Your hands shake at the apology. You wanted to smack him, you wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, you wanted to scream until your throat burned and you collapsed. He only got closer to you, 3 steps away to be exact.

Your throat burned in disgust, his eyes filled with tears much like yours. “You don’t know how sorry I am, what can I do?”, he was on the verge of sinking to his knees and pleading at your feet. His knees felt weak and he cursed himself for not telling you like he was going to days before. You shake your head at him; no words would be enough. His breathing has gotten fast and your silence is hitting him hard, “Say something. Fuck just say something” he pleads. You swallow hard, “What do you want me to say, Dominik?”. His glossy eyes widen when you take a step closer to him with fury deep in your eyes.

“You want me to tell you about how you broke my fucking heart?”, you take another step towards him. “Or how you betrayed me? The ONLY person I trust?”, you take the final third step towards him and you push him back harshly. Dominik clutches his chest because it feels like his heart is shattered. He fucked up, he fucked up, he fucked up. You're leaving and he can’t stop you, he can’t get you back… he ruined his life. “I tried to tell you-”, he croaked and moved towards you again. He held your arms carefully just like he used to, only to be pushed back roughly again, “Don’t touch me!”. He sinks to his knees and begs you to stay, “I need you please, please, please don’t leave me”.

Your breath caught in your throat and your lip quivered again, your face was flushed with tears and your throat felt tight. “Tell me why”, you demand him and harshly wipe the tears again. He looks down shamefully. “Tell me”, you grit out. He stands up on shaky legs and breathes carefully, “It was a contract when you first joined. This was planned since the beginning. But things changed, you changed me Hermosa”.

You scoffed and clenched your fists. You grab your bags off the floor and turn around to leave with a broken heart. “I LOVE YOU! Is that what you wanted to hear?!?! I love you” he yelled in hysteria after you. You sucked in a shaky breath at his confession; because after it all you loved him so much more. You turned your head to look at his crestfallen face, “Not enough” you replied. He clenched his hands and a lonely tear rolled down his face, “Hate me”. Your body stood still in awe, “What?” you gasped out.

He took another prodding step, “Hate me but don’t leave it like this. Don’t leave us like this”. “You’re my everything” his voice cracked with his last notion of hope. Your voice shook and so did your body; one thing was for sure you loved him. You couldn’t let go no matter how much it hurt, “I need time”. He nodded instantly, he would give you anything now that he lost everything.

Your lips pressed together and a new wave of tears rolled down your cheeks, “I love you and I need you but not like this” you sniffle. “I love you”, he says back in one breath though his hands were shaking to stop your tears. Part of you knew you’d come back to him in time but for now, you leave the room and shut the door. “I love you”, you hear from behind the closed door; you turn around.

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delilahcalicocat · 8 days

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Are you taking requests still?, can i request a Cody Rhodes x wife reader fic where reader brings their daughter to a live show and their daughter gets jealous when her daddy takes another kid with him to the ring and she's like daddy doesn't love me. So reader comforts her baby and reassures her. Cue cuddles and kisses with daddy afterwards.

A/N: Yes! I'm still taking requests, and I love this story, so I'm gonna use the name Megan for the Child, Since Emma is Cody's adopted daughter

♥︎~Cuddles~♥︎

{Rating: Fluff! <3}

{Warnings: Crying, Y/N being an amazing mother}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Wife!Fem!Reader}

Cody bringing a child into the ring wasn't unusual. He'd usually do it to fulfill a child's dream.

But this time, it was different. As you had you and Cody's daughter 5-year old Megan, it was her first WWE show. You were excited for it too since you were front row.

But your heart sank when you saw the child be picked up by Cody.

Your thoughts were racing.. you didn't want Megan to cry because her daddy picked up another kid..

But she saw everything, And became a sobby little pile of sadness in your lap

You kept reassuring her, that Daddy was just doing this as a part of the show..

"Daddy doesn't love me.." Megan sobbed

"He does Darling, it's just apart of the Entrance.." You said

"Mommy are you sure?" The child asked you

"Yes Darling, Daddy does this at every show its all apart the show script.." You spoke

The child took your words and hoped they were true, her water works stopped and she ended up falling asleep while you were walking with her backstage looking for Cody.

"Hey Y/N!" Jey Greeted you

"Hi... Jey.." You said

"So what happened with Megan there?" Jey asked

"Oh.. She got upset after her daddy held up another kid, so she cried for a bit and then fell asleep" You sighed

"Here, I'll take her to Cody's Bus so you can go tell Cody what to do." Jey Said.

You handed Megan over to Jey and headed off to find Cody's Locker Room

"Cody..." You said standing in the Doorway

"Hi Honey" Cody smiled

"Listen.. Codes, you picking up that kid tonight, made Megan upset.. I promised her you'd cuddle her once we get back to the bus.." You spoke

"I see.. come on then.." Cody said

You both walked out of the arena and went to the tour bus..

Cody and Megan took up residency on the couch, and Megan was happy her dad was cuddling her.

You on the other hand, you were overjoyed seeing that. It's a memory of a lifetime, Seeing Megan and Cody snuggling was making your heart hurt.. you loved them both but this was too cute..

"See Megan, Daddy does love you" You said

All you got back was a smile.

"I think she's too overjoyed to speak-" Cody said

"I don't mind, as long as she's happy" you smiled

You were also sure there'd be a line of kiss marks on Megan's head tomorrow aswell.

"It's time for bed-" You stopped yourself seeing Megan and Cody asleep on the couch

You simply covered them with a blanket and gave Megan her usual kiss on the forehead

"Good night you two" you said softly, headed towards the bed so you could sleep

#wwe #wwe raw #cody rhodes #wwe fanfiction #cody rhodes fic #wwe smackdown #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes x reader

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obl1vionblackhart · 7 months

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Hey loves! I’m back, (I suppose). I wanna updated Bejewelled but please send in requests! I write for the following:

The Quarry:

- Ryan

- Jacob

- Nick

- Emma

- Abi

- Laura

- Max

- Dylan

Scream

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher

- Dewey Riley

- Tara Carpenter

- Sam carpenter

- Chad Meeks- Martin (😻)

- Mindy Meeks-Martin

- Quinn Bailey

- Ethan Landry

AEW:

- Julia Hart

- Malakai Black

- Buddy Matthews

- Brody King

- Swerve Strickland

- Kenny omega

- the young bucks

- Jamie Hayter

- Kris Statlander

- Toni storm

- Saraya

- Ruby Soho

(A lot more, just ask!)

WWE:

I write for basically anyone, there’s a few I will turn away but it’s either because I just dunno how to write them or there’s a good reason!

I will not be writing smut! I may write spicy stuff here and there but never yk full on smutty smut. I’m a terrible smut writer and uh yea 👋

Shadowhunters: the mortal instruments

- Magnus Bane (either x reader or dad pov)

- Jace Wayland

- Isabelle lightwood

- Alec lightwood

- Simon Lewis

- Clary Fairchild

The Rookie:

- Tim Bradford

- Lucy Chen

- Angela Lopez

- Wesley Evers

- Aaron Thorsen

- Jackson West

#Scream #scream x reader #the quarry #the quarry x reader #WWE #WWE x reader #AEW #AEW x Reader

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dimitrescus-bitch · 4 years

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All About Me (Emma x Reader)

smut

“Y/n, what was that?!” Emma was pissed. “I had that handled and you fucked it up!”

“I was helping you. You absolutely did not have that handled. You think it’s all about you, but it’s not,” you told her. You had your arms crossed and you were flexing to make your arms look bigger. Emma pushed your shoulder as she walked past you. “You’re such a whiny little bitch!”

“And you’re an ungrateful, miserable little fucker,” Emma snapped back. You scoffed and stayed there until the end of the show. Emma was waiting for you in the parking lot, leaning against the car. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Why would I want to go with you?” you asked her. She sighed and reached out to take your duffel bag. You let her take it and put it in the trunk of the car. “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know I can be a lot of handle, but I’ve been you before. I’m done with that, I want to be the one in charge now,” Emma said coldly. You got in the car and she took your hand as she drove to her house. The small bit of affection was enough for you to put the outburst at the show behind you for the night. Emma’s emotions were always high after shows, especially losses. WWE didn’t treat her very well and she was frustrated about it, so you felt really bad for her.

You carried everything inside and then met Emma in the bedroom. You unpacked everything and changed into a pair of shorts and a sports bra to sleep in. Emma was in her underwear on the bed and you could tell by the look in her eye that she wanted sex. It wasn’t uncommon after shows or when you got home after a tour for the first thing she wanted when you were both unpacked was to fuck.

“Come here,” Emma said and you slowly moved towards her. You sat down in front of her and she moved to straddle your lap. Your hands trailed down her back before you grabbed her ass. She smirked and leaned down to kiss you. You kissed her back and she parted her lips so you could slip your tongue inside of her mouth. The two of you kissed for some time before she started grinding herself on you. You could feel through her underwear that she was wet and had been thinking about this. Fighting with you could get her riled up quite a bit, to the point where you wondered what fights she picked just for make up sex.

“You’re so wet,” you muttered and she nodded. You started kissing her neck and craned your neck the lower you got. You unhooked her bra and then started to focus on her chest and breast area. Her skin was getting flushed and her hips were moving faster against you. You turned and laid her back on the bed. She reached behind herself and handed you a pillow. You put it under you and then removed her underwear.

You put her legs on your shoulders and bit your lip as you looked at how wet she was. Normally, she was a lot more put together than that and you had to work a bit more to see that kind of result. Tonight though, it seemed that it had went out the window. You didn’t dare tease her, instead just gathering wetness on your finger and spreading it up to her clit. You rubbed her clit with your thumb as you probed her entrance with your tongue. Emma moaned and grabbed your hair, bucking her hips a bit.

She was beginning to want more and you could tell by the way she arched her back and tried to hold you against her. You switched your tongue for your middle and ring fingers. You pushed your fingers inside of her slowly and curled them. With every thrust of your fingers, you curled them upwards, knowing exactly what you were doing to her. You could feel her thighs twitch as they rested on your shoulders. You dipped your head down and began to give attention to her clit. That was just what she needed to fall over the edge. You coaxed her down from her orgasm slowly and when you were finished, you sat back and waited for her to tell you what she wanted.

“Come here,” Emma said and you moved to sit by her head. “Lay down.”

“Okay,” you laid down and she sat up. You watched her walk over to your suitcase and put on one of your hoodies and a pair of her underwear. The hoodie was a bit big on her and she’d get hot during the night, but you wouldn’t mind when she took it off. She laid back down in the bed and laid her head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around her and she traced little patterns on your stomach until you had fallen asleep.

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valiantkingdomkitty-blog · 7 years

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Surprise - Seth Rollins x Reader

Request: Could I get a Seth Rollins smut where the reader surprises him at a show by debuting (she is also a wrestler) on the main roster after being at nxt and she wins her match and once she gets backstage he steals her away to his locker room and smut ensues.

@astilinski24

Warnings: wwe style violence, smut, oral sex female and male receiving receiving and language

Seth Rollins was in his locker room he hadn’t had a match that night. He did a run in on Cesaro getting some revenge for the attack on Seth last week. Seth unscrewed his water bottle and put it to his taking a sip. He took another sip and choked when he heard familiar music, that was his girlfriend’s entrance music.

The ring announcer said, “making her RAW debut Y/n Y/l/n” and she stepped in the ring. “Why the fuck didn’t she tell me” Seth said to himself. Her match was against Emma and Y/n knew Emma from NXT and she’d beaten her before. It didn’t take Y/n long to hit the moonsault Seth taught her and pin Emma. The ring said “your winner Y/n Y/l/n” and she jumped and ran around the ring.

Y/n jumped out of the ring, ran up the ramp and through Gorilla position, through the halls. She didn’t stop running until she got to Seth’s locker room and she pulled the door open. “Seth did you see me, did you see me I beat Emma in my debut” Y/n screamed happily. “Yeah I saw it, I heard your music hit and choked on my water” Seth said. “Shit you looked so sexy out there, I think we should celebrate your win” Seth said.

Y/n turned around locking the door, "and how do you suppose we do that" she said straddling him. "I have a few ideas" Seth said laying back on the couch "ride my face" he said. Y/n crawled up straddling his face her pussy right over his mouth, her hands resting on the couch arm. Seth gripped her hips to hold her still and he licked a line up her slit. Y/n moaned softly.

Seth slid his tongue between her pussy lips finding her clit. He licked over her entrance dipping his tongue into her "Seth, fuck" Y/n moaned. He thrust his tongue in her entrance fucking her with his mouth, he put his thumb on her clit rubbing circles on it. Her orgasm shot through her, "Seth, yes, yes, yes" Y/n screamed. Y/n fell to the side leaning against the couch "your turn baby" Y/n said. "Oh you don't have tonight's about you" Seth said, "but I want to" she said scooting down him.

Y/n slid her hand in his pants taking his cock out, she licked the head tasting the pre cum. She took his cock in her mouth sucking him while bobbing her head, his hands gripped her hair. Seth lightly tugged on her hair and thrusting his hips up slowly fucking her mouth. Y/n massaged his balls "Oh shit babe you've got to stop that" Seth said. Y/n pulled her mouth off his cock making a pop sound and he pulled her down on top of him.

Seth rolled them over so he was on top, he pulled her ring shorts off and she spread her legs around him. Seth untied her top exposing her breasts he put his mouth over one nipple sucking. He tweaked her other nipple with his thumb and index finger, he switched, giving both the same attention. Y/n thrust her hips up feeling his erection press on her clit.

"Seth fuck me please, fuck me now" she said, he lined his cock up with her entrance and slid in her. "Ohh yes, Seth, Seth" she screamed as he gave her time to adjust to him. "I need you to, move" she moaned trying to buck her hips but he was holding her still. Seth thrust into her wet pussy "fuck your so tight and wet" he said, she moaned wrapping her legs around him. She locked her ankles onto his ass forcing him deeper, she screamed his name.

Seth thrust into her setting a fast pace while she thrust her hips metting his pace. "Seth I'm close" she moaned, "cum baby, Y/n cum for me" Seth grunted. He sped up the speed of his thrusts and he put his hand between them and he put his thumb on her clit rubbing circles on it. Her orgasm ripped through her and she cried out his name. As she came her pussy squeezing his cock and he shot his load inside her "fuck Y/n" Seth said.

Y/n rolled to her side so Seth could lay behind her, "welcome to RAW baby" Seth said. He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her, "thank you Seth, I'm glad we're on the same show" Y/n said. "Me too Y/n" he said, suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Seth, Kurta said to stop fucking your girlfriend in the locker room" Dean said from behind the door. "He's just mad it's not him" Seth said.

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swervestrickland · 7 years

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Hold This Flower | Dean Ambrose

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader, Roman x Galina mention

“Hey there ! I was just wondering if I could request imagine with a plus size reader ? Maybe something where she was the female member of the shield and [Dean and her] had a romance storyline that carried on after the [Shield] breakup and they’re also dating in real life as well ? Just a bunch of fluff. If not, I’m sorry to disturb you at this late hour.” - anon

Word Count: 4,298

Warnings: Literally none I think??? Fluffy as all heck

Author’s Note: I’m taking requests! Honestly, not gonna lie, I’m a little worried with how the anon will like this one because I saw that someone requested a very similar prompt to someone else and I’m worried the anon couldn’t wait for my slow ass :( Anyway, I personally like how this one turned out so please let me know??? Thank y’all sooooo much <3

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“Don’t tell him I told you.” “Roman, when have I ever told a secret?” “Literally all the time.” You laughed, burning with embarrassment. “Okay, you’re right.” “I’m serious, [Y/N]. Don’t even hint that you know. He’ll kill me.” You looked at Roman, sitting next to you. “I’m not gonna-” “Shh,” he hushed, “don’t look at me. What if he comes through and sees us talkin’?” You couldn’t help it. You giggled, slapped his arm. “Are you telling me Big Bad Roman is afraid of my soon-to-be-”

“Shh, put your head down, there he is,” Roman hissed, grabbing his plate of unfinished steak, potatoes, and salad and making to leave. Sure enough, there was Dean, hands taped and ready for his match, walking towards them. It had been a blessing, having Dean back on Raw. After the Shield break up two years back and the draft last year, you and Seth and Roman had all ended up on the same Raw roster. You’d been heartbroken, when you found out, but Dean assured you that he wouldn’t let that separate the both of you. “Just keep that bastard Seth at an arm’s length, okay?” He’d said with a wink. The break up might have been the betrayal of the century for the WWE universe, but for the four of you, it was nothing but creative’s latest storyline. Still, you had to hand it to creative, as well as Vince. Vince had noticed the on-screen chemistry between you and Dean, and told creative to book a romance. It went along with his plan, anyway. Had your chemistry not been noticed, it would’ve still been three against one by the time of the break up. They wanted to set Seth as the worst person imaginable, and it just so happened that stabbing his brothers in the back was nothing compared to clapping his real life sister in the back with a steel chair. “Hey, Dean!” Roman smiled nervously, nearly gone. Dean held a hand out in front of him, stopping Roman dead in his tracks. “Why you leavin’ so soon, brother? I just got here.” Roman swallowed a gulp, flashed Deano a brilliant smile. “Gotta get ready for that match against Braun. You know how it is.” “That I do, brother, that I do.” He dropped his hand to let Roman pass, and turned his attention to you. He sat down in Roman’s recently vacated chair, legs spread apart, one arm draped on the back of your own chair. “What was that all about?” Dean asked, ever in character. Nothing slipped past the ol’ lunatic fringe. His mind moved way too quickly for that. Luckily, you were quicker. “My match with Nia. I asked him for advice. He bounced when he saw you because he knows how you feel about me asking anyone else for ring advice.” He shot me a confused look. “I’m not that bad, am I? Looked like Roman saw a ghost.” You feigned thinking about it, looking up at the ceiling, then back at him. “No, you’re pretty bad.” You reached for his face, scratching at his beard. His eyes fluttered closed, reveling in the feeling of your soft skin. One of his hands grazed your body, squeezing those parts of you that you tended to dislike. “You know I don’t like when you do that to my fat.” His eyes opened. “We’ve been through this, baby.” “I know, but-” “Does it feel good?” “Yes, but-” “Then you like it. What you don’t like is that you’re bigger than the average woman, but you know that doesn’t bother me.” A hand touched your cheek. “It’s actually one of the things I love most about you. There’s more of you to love. And I plan on loving every goddamn inch of you.” It was enticing. There was a growl in his voice you only heard when he was filled with lust for you, but he wasn’t making any definitive moves. Plus, you had a match. “[Y/N]! Backstage in five minutes!” As if on cue, one of the backstage hands called out. Dean’s light blue eyes shined with love, head nodding in the direction of the assistant. “Go on, baby. Kick that ass.” “I’m losing this one.” “All the more reason why you should kick that ass.” A woman’s shout from outside the catering room. “I heard that, Dean!” Nia. You stifled a giggle, your boyfriend smirking in Nia’s direction. “Damn right ya did!”

9 DAYS LATER You were due for a few days off. On screen injury from Nia and that Little Miss Bitch ambushing you during your match against Emma. Okay, and it was Christmas. Dean wasn’t about to let those few days pass without making sure he got to spend time with you, so you figured this was probably it. The Day. You were taking a flight home with Seth. Dean was going to be meeting the both of you in Iowa, at your parents’ house. You shook your head. This situation screamed Big Deal, even if Roman hadn’t warned you about it. Every minute on the plane at Seth’s side was making you more and more nervous. Seth hadn’t spoken the entire flight. But you did your best to stay busy; after all, three hours was too long to be bored. You silently thanked the universe for remembering to bring your iPad and headphones, drowning out the silence between the two of you with some Five Finger Death Punch. Because angst. Obviously, “I Apologize” was on repeat. It was the song you imagined played in the background of a shield reunion promo. But of course that would never happen. Roman was doing too well on his own for Vince to jeopardize that with a reunion, and you understood that perfectly. “Hey, sis?” You almost didn’t hear it. But you had seen him shuffle in his seat, and you knew that something was wrong. Seth slept like a bear on most flights. You took both headphones out, all too eager to break this tension. “Yeah?” He looked at his feet, struggling to find the words. Your hand reached out to him, hand covering his own. “You know that…Dean’s gonna…” “I know.” “How did you…?” His voice drifted away, thinking. You let him, because the answer was simple. “Fucking Roman,” he realized. “Yeah, Roman. But you aren’t really that much of a secret keeper, either. Or were you not just about to tell me, too?” Seth sighed, caught. “Yeah, I was.” He was quiet again. You were about to check if he’d drifted off to sleep, when he spoke. “Listen, I’m ecstatic for you. I honestly never imagined that your relationship with Dean would amount to this.” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if you should be offended. “That’s not what I mean,” he said. He let out a sigh, mustering up the right words for what he was about to say. “You and I both know that everyone on the roster knows about my relationships with women.” “If you can call them relationships,” You quipped. “Exactly. And everyone thinks I’m the only one with a history like that. But Dean used to be the same. That’s why, early on in your relationship, I was worried. But I never said anything, because you were happy.” “I guess what I’m saying is, that if he ever does anything to treat you wrong, I’m here. I’ll kick his ass all the way back to Cincinnati if I have to, if it’s what you want. I won’t let him hurt you.” You stared at him, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes. “Seth…” “Fuck, oh, shit, sis…don’t start that crying shit,” he griped, hand pulling out from under yours, “you know that crying shit makes me uncomfortable.” You slapped him on the arm. “You fucking asshole,” you whined. “You knew that would make me cry.” “That’s why I didn’t want to fucking say it.” “But you did, and it was beautiful.” “Don’t start that shit, oh my God.” “Give me a hug, Seth,” you cried. “No, what? Don’t get near me.” “Please?” He was halfway off his seat, keeping the distance between the two of you at its max. “Absolutely not.” “Come on.” He looked at you, mascara sliding down your face, eyes red and puffy. But happy. You were happy, and he saw that. So he couldn’t say no. “Ugh, fine.”

The rest of the flight was uneventful, and the both of you made it to your parents’ place in one piece. You wrapped your blue scarf tightly around your neck, pulled your jacket closer against you. It was freezing. You grabbed your suitcase and left Seth to pay the driver. Mom had the door open before you could even knock. “Sweetheart!” “Merry Christmas, Mom!” You wrapped her in a warm embrace. “Merry Christmas to you, too, honey. Go on, your father’s in the living room. Oh, Seth!” She reached for her beloved son, paying no more mind to you, her daughter. You rolled your eyes, dropping off your suitcase by the stairs. “Happy holidays, Ma.” “Oh, that’s right. The non-believer,” Mom said jokingly. “Mom,” you chastised, saving your brother from torture. “Be nice.” “Okay, okay….are you hungry? There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want some.” “Good, I’m starved.” He said, rubbing at his tummy. She led him by the hand to the kitchen, and you smiled. “Catering can’t beat your cooking.” He was a momma’s boy through and through, that one. You heard laughter coming from the living room. It sounded like two voices. One deep, one mellow. You traipsed through the doorway yelling, “Dad! I’m home!” before you stopped short, catching that flair of ginger, those dazzling eyes. “Dean?” you gasped. He had told you his flight was delayed, that he wouldn’t be there for another couple hours or so. “Hey, babe. Your dad and I were just talkin’ about the day you were born.” “Yeah, a chubby lil’ thing,” Dad grunted, remembering the day well. “I’d never thought you’d grow into the big, strong woman you are now.” “Papi!” You plopped down next to him on the couch before he could stand, squeezing him tightly. “Hola, mijita. How’s my little girl?” “I’m great, pa, now that all three of my boys are here, together.” Dean let out a few light chuckles. “Don’t let Roman hear you say that. You’ll break his heart.”

After spending quite some time in the living room with your mom, dad, Seth, and Dean (consisting heavily of nagging from your mother and saving Seth from interrogation, starting with “So, Seth, honey, how’s your love life going? Am I going to be expecting some grandchildren anytime soon from any of your lovers?” and ending with “How are you going to find yourself a good, loving relationship with a woman if you don’t have a good, loving relationship with God?”), Mom and Dad retired to bed, your dad claiming to be exhausted from second-hand nagging, and your mother just tired of her heathen spawn (a lie, of course, she loved both of you know matter what). Seth chuckled, shaking his head. “Is it like this every time you come home?” Dean asked, clearly amused at the mother-son dynamic. You were sitting on his lap, sinking both of you deeper and deeper into the soft couch, but Dean didn’t seem to mind. His hands held you cozily, one hand on your outer thigh, the other wrapped around and tucked into your under arm. He claimed he liked your warmth. “Just at Christmas. Otherwise, I have free reign.” You conversed back and forth for a while, all of you entranced with the conversation of, “So what are we going to do come January? What are the storylines going to look like?” It was safe to say all of you were workaholics. There was something strange about being home, as if home was really somewhere else, on the road, with the rest of the crew. Five years ago, that would have been abhorrent to think about - not having a true home. But it took you that long to realize your home was anywhere Dean and Seth were. Roman, too. Just then, you heard Roman’s all too familiar voice from somewhere beneath you. “You can Believe That!™” Dean didn’t flinch or jump, but something in his voice sounded a little shaken. “What the hell?” You laughed, the look on Dean and Seth’s faces completely priceless. “That’s Roman’s text tone on my phone. I made him record it a couple weeks ago.” “That’s the….most terrible thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” Seth griped at you, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “You can practically hear the trademark in his voice.” “He’s right, that sounds terrible.” “Don’t be mean to Roman! It was my idea anyway. I forced him into it,” you slapped Dean on the arm, reached behind you to see what Roman sent, making sure to keep the screen away from Dean’s eyes. [So?] You quickly sent back, [Not yet. Shush.] You hoped he’d realize that he shouldn’t send any more messages. When you heard his trademark again, you nearly broke down in anger, but were surprised to find a picture of Roman and Galina in Cancun, the beautiful bright blue water shining behind them. He was kissing her cheek, and you could see the blush lightly shading her gorgeous brown skin. “What’s he saying?” You silently thanked Roman for not listening to your text, ultimately giving you some back up evidence in case Dean asked. And he had. You showed him the picture of Galina and Roman. “Aren’t they adorable?” “Yeah. They look so happy. Good for them.” You handed the phone to Seth. “They’re so precious.” “I wouldn’t say Roman is precious.” “Ugh, whatever!” Seth handed the phone back, and made to stand. He stretched his arms, his black haired happy trail visible for a moment. “Well,” he groaned, “I’m gonna hit the sack. Maybe play some videogames before I go to sleep. You need anything, Dean, clothes or anything, just let me know.” “Thanks, brother. Good night.”

“You wanna go for a walk with me?” Dean asked, squeezing you tightly. Sometimes it really struck you how different Dean could be from the man he played in the ring. Sure, there were some truths to his character - the impulsive nature, the (for the most part) no-care attitude…but there were a lot of traits he possessed that no one ever got to see, and would be surprised to find out about him. He was very sweet, and very touchy. He loved to keep his hands on you in every moment, whether it was a thumb pressed against your side or a hand on your thigh. You weren’t nearly as touchy, which you considered a side effect of never being touched. Your parents were only semi-affectionate in the touch department, hugs in welcome and kisses good night. And your infrequent experience with men didn’t help, either. But all of that was okay. All that time lacking personal affection made his touch all the more welcome. His touch was the only touch that really, truly, made you feel safe. But his touch wasn’t going to keep you warm outside, unfortunately. “Dean, it’s in the twenties. That’s below freezing. Have you forgotten the snow on the ground?” “So?” he shrugged, “it’ll be fun.” You both sat there in silence, mulling it over. You could hear him humming softly, awaiting your response. His cheek vibrated beneath yours as he did so, and you grinned. It was only then that you realized he was humming silently the chorus to Bad Touch. You and me, baby, we’re nothing but mammals

So let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel Repeatedly. For no reason. “Okay,” you laughed, “if only to get you to stop humming that song.” “It’s so catchy.” “Exactly. I don’t want to catch it.” “Alright, baby, up you get,” Dean said, patting your thighs, signaling for you to get off him. You stood, turned back to grab his hand and help him up from his sunken position in the couch. “You’re really stuck in there, aren’t you?” He grunted, “I had about 243 pounds of love on top of me.” “Have you been stalking my Wikipedia page?” You pulled on him, hard. He popped out of the couch and rammed into you, nearly knocking the both of you backwards. “Whoops,” he muttered, hands gently resting at your waist, quick to benefit from the blunder. “And no, I haven’t. I do watch women’s matches, you know. Especially yours. I know how they bill you.” “And do you know my actual weight?” His proud smile dropped in confusion. “You mean that’s not your weight?” “It was. Now it’s not.” “You got me.” He gave you a kiss on the nose. “I have no clue what your actual weight is.” “Two forty. I lost three pounds last week.” “Now why’d you go and do that for?” “Because I wanted them to bill me with an even number,” you laughed. “Baby, that’s three pounds less of you to love.” He sighed dramatically. “But if it makes you happy, it makes me happy. I’m proud of you.” “Thanks, Dean.” “So will you take that walk with me?” “Of course I will.”

Whoever thought hell was a burning pit of fire had never seen ice. The field that your parents called their backyard glistened with snow. The trees bordering the field were a good acre away at least, and the driveway in front was already being blanketed with tiny little snowflakes. It was fucking freezing, the wind was quietly howling in your ears, and Dean’s body was as cold as your own. It was a good day to die together, you mused. “Dean, why did you talk me into this?” You seethed through chattering teeth. “I have no earthly idea,” he trembled, hands holding one of your own close to his chest as y'all walked. You were glad of it. It was easing the cold, if but a fraction. “But I’m starting to regret it. Come on, we can take shelter in the barn.” “Dean, I don’t think that’s-” But he was gone, in the blink of an eye he had crossed the distance from you to the barn, cold hands rubbing together; he blew on them to melt his frozen fingers, and opened the barn door just a smidge. He slithered in, careful not to open it too far or else he’d let in too much of the cold. He’d regret that, too. That barn was always a mess. You stood there in the snow, speechless. You were amazed at his impulsive nature, and how very quickly he left you out in the cold by yourself. “He just-?” you muttered, flabbergasted. You shook your head, and continued the walk to the barn, cursing silently at him but also finding his behavior extremely funny. His head popped out suddenly from the crack of the barn door. “Come on, babe, what gives?” “Oh, I’ll fucking show you what gives.” More grumbling from you, followed by rubbing of your arms as you reached the door. “Fucking left me out in the damn-” You shut up as soon as you saw the scene before you, straight out of a teen fairytale. Twinkling fairy lights strung across the ceiling. And it was clean. Even the horses in their stables smelled like flowers, and there were a great deal of flowers. They covered every inch of the barn, from the floor to the top, the hay bales on the loft nearly invisible under the coat of white and purple roses. Every piece of farming equipment was mounted and stored at one corner of the barn, out of mind and spotless. And Dean: mouth closed, lips curled at one end in a crooked smile. A red rose in his hand, trembling slightly. Ocean blue eyes bright with hope. “Dean?” He stepped close, handed you the rose. “Hold this flower.” You giggled, accepting it, in awe at the way he presented it to you. You were very confused. Sure, you knew what was happening, but you were amazed at how. The shock of the beauty surrounding you had you thinking. He planned this out, all right. He planned this out well. He had help, and lots of it. And this was so un-Dean. “Ya like it?” He asked, nonchalant as ever. Only the trembling in his left hand gave away his true feelings. He caught you staring at it, and he buried it in the pocket of his jeans, taking a step back from you. “It’s beautiful,” you sighed, taking a whiff of the dazzling rose. It smelled fresh, crisper than the scent of cold. You made to take a step closer to him, but he stopped you, holding out a palm. “No, just stand right there.” You did as he commanded, waiting patiently. He ran a hand through his hair, dropped it to scratch at his beard. You wondered what he was going to say. “Look, you’re probably wondering what all this is.” You nodded, silent. “I planned this out. With your mom and dad. Strange, I know,” he chuckled. “I’m not usually the kind of guy with a plan. I’m that guy with the impulse, the kinda guy who changes his mind once, twice, three times in the span of five minutes.” “But this took me weeks to plan, and I did it. All of it. For you.” By then you were on the verge of crying. You did your best not to, but you drew your eyes to the ground, shying away from his words. He took a step closer, and stopped himself. “Stay with me, babe. Show me those beautiful eyes. I need you to listen to me. Please.” You nodded, looking back up to him, doing your best to hold back your tears. “[Y/N], I planned this out for you because I wanted to prove to you that you are not some impulse. I’ve thought about it, for weeks, months even. All that time apart, you and Seth and Roman on Raw and me on Smackdown, I thought about it.” He sighed, but not a sigh of resignation…but one of love. “I love you. I love you so much. I love every little bit of you. I love your laugh. Your eyes. That you can’t keep a secret worth a damn. Your dimples. The small freckles that litter your body. Your humor. Your tummy fat. Your hip fat. The way your arm jiggles when I poke it. Your gorgeous, chubby cheeks. Your plump ass. No, don’t stop me now, I’m almost done,” he held his hand up again, stopping you from your wordless protests. “I love every single bit of you and I promise you, though you may not love it yourself, I’ll love you enough for the both of us.” A shudder of breath escaped your lips, still unable to grasp the reality of the situation. He stepped closer, dropped down on one knee. His hands fumbled at his jacket pocket, took out the small, navy velvet box. “I know that I won’t always be the best person. I’m an impulsive, belligerent, don’t-give-a-damn kind of fool.” His fingers opened the box, revealing a small diamond on a simple silver band, absolutely perfect. “But I promise I will make you laugh every day for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me.” “I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you marry me?” You couldn’t choke back the tears any longer. You dropped down to look Dean in the eyes and nodded desperately, a silent yes all he needed in order to wrap his arms around you and kiss you on the forehead, rubbing his nose against yours. “For all intents and purposes, that was a yes, right?” He asked. “Of course, you asshole,” you cried, not wanting to let him go. You could feel him chuckling against you, before his head lifted away from you and he shouted in the direction of the barn door. “Come on in, everybody!” Seth came in first, black beanie covering his ears from the cold, jacket wrapped tight against him. “It’s about fucking time, goddamn it.” “You know, for someone who doesn’t believe in God, you sure like to invoke his wrath a whole lot more than the average person.” “Ma, please.” “Honey, leave him alone,” Dad appeared behind his wife and son, “this isn’t about him. This is about my baby girl.” His arms reached for you as you stood up to embrace him, the strong scent of his cologne filling your nostrils. The road might be home, but your old man never failed to make you feel welcome. “Heya, Papi.” “Congratulations, mijita.” He let you go, and held out a hand to his son-to-be. “And congratulations to you, too, Dean. You better take care of her.” “I will, sir.” “I mean it. I may not be as young as I used to be, and I’m not a wrestler by any means, but I can still kick your ass.” Behind them, you could hear the sound of Seth’s laughter at his stepdad’s words as your mother embraced you. “He’s not bluffing,” Seth stated. “I believe you, Mr. Lopez.” “Damn right ya do.” In all the excitement, you hadn’t realized that your phone was buzzing in your back pocket, the sound of Roman’s voice once again floating to your ears. [So did he propose yet or what?] You weren’t so lucky this time around. “Roman told you?” Oh, fuck.

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Brother vs Brother Pt 5- Dean x Reader x Sam

Alpha Dean, Beta Sam and Omega Reader

Series Summary: This series is an au sort of Beta Sam is an EMT and Alpha Dean is a firefighter. Omega Reader is a waitress at a coffee shop. Sam and Reader meet and fall in love and move in together. Sam introduces his girlfriend to his brother and they scent each other. Reader may be Dean’s one true mate.

Pt 5: Love and a True Mate

p>Warnings: Language, a/b/o dynamics, heat, talk of sex, polyamerous relationship and claim biting drawing blood

After Sam stormed out Y/n was sobbing in front of the door, Dean went over knelt down next to her lifting her up. She curled herself into Dean her head buried in the crook of his neck. He laid her on his bed laying down next to her, he wiped her tears away with his thumb. “Dean, he’s right” she said, “yeah he is” Dean said. “I love him Dean” Y/n said turning into him sobbing into his shirt, “I know you do sweetheart” Dean said.

“How can I find my true mate while I’m in love with his brother” she said, Dean didn’t know what to say, he could physically feel her pain. Dean rubbed her back soothingly trying to calm her, it took awhile but she finally stopped crying. Dean rolled to his back and pulled her with him her head on his chest. They laid together in silence for a long time, “an old friend a mine is a Beta and his wife’s an Omega after they were married she met her Alpha and forever mate and she and her husband made it work, they like have a polyamerous relationship” Dean said.

“Okay so her Alpha and her husband just like both are with her and that works” she said. “Yes seems to, they’ve been together 5 years and have 3 kids” Dean said, “that sounds like it might work, but could you share me” she said. “With a stranger no, but with Sam, yes, I know how much he loves you, Sam and I can’t just not see each other, he’s my brother and I need him” Dean said. “Now all we have do, is get Sam to agree to it” she said. Both Dean and Y/n called and texted Sam and got no answer, “I think we should give him some time let him call us” Dean said.

Dean took a breath in through his nose and a beautiful intoxicating smell hit him, his Omega was going into heat. "Omega" he said, "yes Alpha" she answered, she felt she had to he was her Alpha, it was nature for an Omega. "Are you going into heat Omega" Dean asked, "yes Alpha I am" she said, her phone rang. She looked at it and it was Sam, "Sam" she said, "yeah I got yours and Dean's messages what do you guys want" Sam said. "Dean and I wanna talk to you about, I know this is gonna sound weird but, just meet us at the bar okay" she said. Dean glared at her, she held her head down knowing she'd done something wrong. "Fine I'll be there in a couple hours" Sam said and he hung up.

"He'll meet us in a couple hours" she told Dean, "Omega you don't have a couple hours, the way you smell you have minutes before your heat hits" Dean said. "I know but, what was I supposed to say Dean, okay we'll meet you after Dean knots me" she said. "Okay your right, but I should knot you before we go" he said, "no, Dean please, I can't not until we get Sam, please Dean, I promised I'd never cheat on him and that's what it feel like" she said.

Dean saw how upset she was and just gave in, "okay fine, but I am gonna claim you before you go outside and draw out all the unmated Alphas" Dean said. She pulled her shirt off leaving her in her bra, she lowered her head to the side exposing her neck to him. Dean located the skin just above her shoulder blade and sank his teeth into her flesh drawing blood and claiming her as his Omega. Dean biting her sent a wave of slick pouring out of her pussy and running down her pants. Dean licked the bite soothing her broken skin, she moaned leaning into his touch.

After she cleaned up and changed her pants, she and Dean went to meet Sam at the bar. This time they had gotten there first and got a table together sitting next to each other. A few minutes later Sam walked in looking like he lost his best friends, which he thought he had. Sam sat across the table from them, "so Sammy, you know my friends Kevin and Collin and Emma and their polyamerous relationship Y/n and I were thinking maybe that might work for us" Dean said.

Sam looked at Dean and than over at the woman he loves and the hopeful look on her face. Sam saw the top of the bite mark and knew Dean had claimed her, "Dean you claimed her already" Sam said. "Yeah it's what we wanted, she's in heat and we didn't want to have sex before getting you" Dean said. Sam couldn't hide the smile on his face, "wait, when we have sex, we just do it with her, right Dean" Sam said. "Gross Sam, yes just her, we talked about that she wants us all to be equal in this, so you're going to claim her too" Dean said.

Sam couldn't help but tear up, he could be with the live of his life and his brother all the time. Y/n started sweating heavily as a fresh coat of slick started to drip out of her. Dean's nose caught wind of her scent right away, "fuck, Sammy, we've gotta get her home, her heats raging, she needs to be knotted" Dean said. Both Sam and Dean helped her up and back to their shared apartment. Sam didn't know if this could work but we was all in, as were Dean and Y/n.

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WWE Rumors: Examining Latest Buzz Around Braun Strowman, Emma and More

The injury bug has bitten a top WWE Superstar and one of the premier female performers in WWE, as this week's rumor mill tells us.

Braun Strowman and Emma were at the heart of rumors regarding their health and well-being in this post-Payback landscape. While one is slightly more valuable to the long-term health of the brand, the other is disappointing given the work she put into getting back to the Raw roster and rebuilding momentum for herself.

Two more names prominent in wrestling rumors this week were Austin Aries and cruiserweight champion Neville, whose Payback match may not have ended as originally planned.

What details have the rumor mill expounded upon readers and fans?

Braun Strowman Injured, Out 1-2 Months

Ryan Satin of Pro Wrestling Sheet reported Monday evening that Braun Strowman, the breakout star of the brand extension, will miss four to eight weeks due to an elbow injury: "Braun Strowman is scheduled to be out of action following tonight's Raw taping to undergo a minor procedure to fix some issues with his elbow."

As one would imagine, the injury has also forced WWE Creative's plans for the summer to change.

"Sources tell us Strowman will be gone four to eight weeks due to the undisclosed injury/surgery, causing creative to retool plans for Extreme Rules and Great Balls of Fire," Satin would continue. Latest WWE Smackdown

While the injury would appear a crushing blow to Strowman, who was in the midst of the biggest push and hottest run of his short WWE career, it may benefit him in the long run. Taking him off television at his hottest will create a greater demand and excitement for him when it is time to return.

The bigger issue is long-term booking of the Raw brand.

According to F4WOnline.com (h/t WrestleZone.com), Strowman was slated to challenge Brock Lesnar for the Universal Championship at Great Balls of Fire.

With Strowman out of action, Creative may have to alter booking plans for July 9. With recent hints of Seth Rollins and Finn Balor seeking a shot at The Beast's prize, do not be surprised to see The Demon or The Kingslayer step in for The Monster Among Men.

Emma Injured Overseas

WrestlingInc reported May 7 that Emma suffered a potential shoulder injury during this weekend's Raw live event in Liverpool, England.

The injury appeared to happen during a tag team match in which Sasha Banks delivered her double-knee attack with the Aussie competitor sandwiched between the ropes. On the fall down, Emma landed awkwardly on her should, necessitating medical attention.

Fans in attendance took to Twitter to discuss the incident.

View image on Twitter View image on Twitter Follow ᴍᴀʀᴛyɴ ɴᴏʟᴀɴ @BeansOnToastUK Looks like Emma just sustained a shoulder injury at #WWELiverpool. Landed badly in the corner. Had to be helped away. Hopefully she is ok. 10:52 PM - 7 May 2017 73 73 Retweets 49 49 likes View image on TwitterView image on TwitterView image on Twitter Follow Connor @Connor19O3 Referee threw up the X for @EmmaWWE at #WWELiverpool😩 pls 11:02 PM - 7 May 2017 119 119 Retweets 120 120 likes Monday, Emma tweeted about her apparent lack of luck.

Follow EMMA ✔ @EmmaWWE Just a little unlucky 😬

Thanks for all the messages. Waiting to see what it is... 🤞🤞🤞 5:43 PM - 8 May 2017 574 574 Retweets 3,557 3,557 likes The injury is the latest setback for one of the most talented performers on the women's roster.

Earlier this year, she returned under the Emmalina persona, only to denounce the character and return to the sidelines, where she would remain until the April 3 episode of Raw.

Set to battle Dana Brooke in a battle of former friends, she will now wait for what she undoubtedly hopes will be a favorable diagnosis.

Payback Match Finish Changed

According to the Wrestling Observer Newsletter (h/t Cageside Seats), the finish to the WWE Cruiserweight Championship match between Austin Aries and Neville at Payback was changed at the last minute.

"That's likely so the feud can continue. An Extreme Rules rematch is planned, possibly as a Triple Threat with TJP," the site followed up.

If that is the case, Creative made the right decision. After enduring a loss at WrestleMania, there is no way Aries could have been considered a credible opponent for Neville had he lost at a second consecutive pay-per-view event.

Credibility with fans at a time when the competition between the ropes is valued as much as ever is key to a performer's overall success. Aries losing again would have devalued him in a manner the cruiserweight division can least afford.

The potential involvement of TJP in the Extreme Rules bout on June 4 would be welcome in that it allows Aries and Neville to finally settle their differences while injecting the rivalry with fresh blood, ensuring it does not become stale.

For all the harsh criticisms that are typically hurled at WWE Creative, this is an instance in which the scrutinized writing staff got it right.

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Unknown Desire

When he did that ^ you knew you were long gone. His arms were so big and strong that you constantly felt your body reacting. So when Dominik came backstage; he was out of breath and his body pearly with sweat (you could’ve come undone). “How’d I do Mami?”, he looked for your approval as he spoke. You swallowed down any nasty comments that would spew from your mouth, “Good-“ you cleared your throat, “really good honey, you ready?”. You had been itching to leave work and go straight home, or maybe even the car if he didn’t wrap it up. Dominik furrowed his brows at your rush, “I was gonna say hi to Damian and the group. You okay Mami?”, he took a step closer to you and put a hand on your forehead.

“You feel kinda hot, do you think you’re sick?”, Dominik asks while he puts another hand on the side of your neck carefully. He was the one making you burn up inside and out. You are so worked up that your breathing gets heavy and your hands latched onto Dominik’s shoulders. “Can we just go home, baby? Please?”, you say with little patience; and truly you were worrying Dominik.

He opened the car door for you and then got in himself, instantly turning to you. “What’s wrong?”, he leans closer to you, and you can’t help it anymore. He was still in his black gear because you didn’t give him time to change and the sight of them alone was tempting. You practically throw yourself over the center console to press your lips to his soft ones. Dominik never failed to reciprocate your kisses intensely, he parted his lips and put a hand on the back of your hand to push your lips more fluidly against his. Though he was caught off guard when your tongue slotted into his mouth, a groan rumbled from him. When you both pulled back, you were completely out of breath, the kiss was longer than intended. “Let’s go”, you croaked and squeezed your legs together in recognition of the feeling between them.

That whole kiss leads you and Dominik into the bedroom with each piece of clothing sitting on the floor(apart from Dominik’s top). When Dominik moved to pull off the top part of his gear you smacked his hands away and shook your head at him. Currently, you were straddling him and rocking your hips against his hard cock; just enjoying the feeling of it gliding against your wetness. “What’s got you all riled up Mami?”, Dominik asked but it didn’t matter to him either way. He loved watching you have your way with him. Your head moved down to look at him and your hands gripped his biceps finally. “These fucking arms”, you practically hiss when your pussy flutters at the immediate dirty thought that came to mind.

Dominik’s eyes lit up, he knew you thought he was hot but your infatuation with his arms was unheard of. And he loved the crazed look in your eyes and the harsh grip you had on him while you grind against him. “Dom”, you whine. “Yea?”

“Can I do something?”, you ask in a huff, but your eyes flicker to his. His smirk only widens and his chest constricts in excitement at something new. “I’m yours Hermosa”, was all he said before you climbed off of him and moved up towards his arm. He watched you move and the desperate moan you made when you sat down on his bicep and began to move against him. Dominik was astonished, to say the least, you were moaning loud as ever and your pussy was fluttering with each rock of your hips. His throat tightened as he felt his arm getting lathered in your wetness, your hands held onto the top of his arm and your head was tilted down toward him in pleasure. Dominik was bewildered, “Mami what are you-“, he started to ask but instead cut himself off when your fingers started to circle your clit.

Dominik would be a liar if he said this wasn’t the hottest thing he had seen you do. He always imagined you being so desperate you would do anything to get off. And the sight above him only made the fantasy better: especially considering your blissed-out face was just over him and the grip on his arm made his cock twitch like no other. Without realizing his hand fumbled down to grip his cock. He watched you bite your lip and let those pretty moans fall from your lips. And when your moans and whines of pleasure only got louder he flexed his arm under you. The dirty words fell from his mouth before he realized it, “So desperate for me you had to find a new way to fuck yourself huh mami? My cock not good enough for you hm?”, he taunts you by flexing then not flexing his arm to stimulate you more.

“Soaked my arm didn’t you Mami?”

AN: if you know anything about me, it’s that his arms are my favorite.

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i just wanna say i love ur work!!!! how about rough dom x fem!reader?? like he’s all jealous at the after party for mania since we’re spending too much time w logan so he’s all upset then when we get home he literally fucks our brains out. any and all kinks welcome if im being so honest. thank you!! <3

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AN: Fuck I love it when he's mad. Also my GIF's always match yall, look at them before indulging

You were friends with Logan, you guessed. Dominik and him got along well so you tried to do the same. You had imagined Dominik would like you socializing with people that he liked too. Dominik was always with you when you spent time with Logan, and Logan was funny as fuck so of course you laughed at him and had fun with him. Just like you would with any friend. Lately, though, you and Logan have become good friends and Dominik's grimace has only gotten more prominent.

Much like today, Logan invited you both onto his podcast and Dominik reluctantly agreed while you did so with no problems. That already ticked Dominik off; why were you so willing to spend time with this dude? Dominik was thinking about how comfortable you were getting around him, way too comfortable. Dominik had no issues admitting he was a jealous man, cause he hated the mere idea of you with any man but him. Call him toxic, Dominik doesn't give a fuck, your his.

Towards the end of the podcast, Dominik was seething, his grip on your thigh was tight and he couldn't crack a smile. Logan shuts off the camera and mic and turns to you with a smile, "I hope to see you again soon". You open your mouth to speak only for your hand to be grabbed and your body moving in the same direction as Dominik. "You won't", Dominik grits out and pulls you along with him, you stumble behind and throw a wave behind your back to Logan. You both step out of the room and Dominik pushes you against the wall with qualms. "Dom", you huff and slouch against the wall at his behavior. Dominik grabs your chin and makes direct contact with you, your submissive eyes, and his possessive ones. "I don't want you around him anymore", he says and waits for you to agree.

But you furrow your eyebrows and look at him with complete and utter confusion at the direction. "But he's your friend", you say and let your lips twitch up in a smile at him. Dominik takes a step closer and uses his other hand to push against your back and bring your body next to his. Dominik was so close his lips were an inch from brushing against yours, "I don't want you breathing near him, let alone looking at him. Understood?". It felt like all the feeling from before had vanished and all your excitement had rushed down below. You nod your head and blink up at him as sweetly as you can, in hopes to calm him down.

Knowing Dominik this was only the beginning, that was your warning for later. For now......

"Stay fucking still", he mumbles from in between your legs with a glistening face from your slick. You writhe and rock up against his face, not only trying to chase an orgasm but to also get away from this one. Dominik had been at it for 15 minutes and you are coming up on your second orgasm. The flicker of his tougnue and his fingers pumping into you rapidly never failed to make your legs shake and your pussy gush. Again his tongue just barely flickers over your clit then his lips take his tongue's place, he sucks on your clit and your legs clamp around his head.

He pushes your thighs off of his head and flushes against the bed, he holds you there and only goes harder against your sensitive clit. Your hips buck up against his mouth as best as they could but Dominik's grip was much too strong. So much so the second orgasm was inevitable and your thighs were trying their hardest to come wrap around his head once again. But Dominik's tattooed hand kept it there. And just as you came with a moan and shakey thighs, Dominik dipped his tougnue into the slit of your pussy, licking up the new juices that began to spill out of you.

You were beginning to get sensitive, and if Dominik kept abusing your pussy with his tongue you swore you'd suffocate him with your thighs. Yet despite your whimpers and smacks on his bare tattooed arms he kept going, letting his teeth just barely scrap across your pussy and his nose bumping against your puffy clit. Your hand slips down into his hair and you tug on it out of instinct, Dominik groans; that was his favorite thing you did. "Come on, please, do it", you were begging him with flushed cheeks and a rising chest to slip his cock inside of you, to feel that stretch and his groans in your ear. "Oh, I can do this all night", he lifts up and smirks only to stick his tongue out completely and suck your pussy into his mouth, making dirty sounds that were music to his ears.

You grunt and sit up just enough to glare at him, "You are so-". Dominik plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you, the cold of his ring nuzzled inside of you. "Feel that? Remember who's in charge here baby, I'd choose your next words more carefully", his fingers are knuckles deep inside of you and his wedding band is only a reminder of how you're his. Then again he glides his mouth across your aching pussy, and you shuffle back trying to get away from the overstimulation. Dominik's other hand smacks your thigh and he lifts up to spit on your pussy, he loved making you flustered by his dirty antics. You nearly whisper her name, only to stop yourself short of embarrassment; after all this time you were still shy in bed. Dominik sits up on his knees and licks his lips with the remains of your taste, "Don't be shy mami, I love the way you moan my name" he teases.

And the moment you do moan his name and grip the sheets, he pushes his twitching cock inside of you, settling into you completely with a slack mouth. It was his nature to talk dirty and let all his thoughts spew out of his mouth at the feeling you gave him. He looks down at the way you're sucking him inside of you, Dominik just wanted to go down on you again at the sight. "Your so gorgeous like that, all spread out f'me like a good girl who just wants to be eaten", he smacks your ass and watches away your skin ripples. You shake your head at the suggestion, "Not again please", you whisper and clench around him in desperation.

"Your mouth is saying one thing, but this pussy is saying another", he presses his thumb down harshly on your clit, "so what is it, pretty? My dick or mouth? I want to use you so fucking bad". Dominik was starting to get impatient and he already started pushing his cock in and out of you. Rocking back and forth, hitting that special spot inside of you that makes you tilt your head back and arch your back. Dominik feels every squeeze around his cock and the tightness only gets better with every thrust. Your skin is sticky with sweat and your thighs are no better, the bottom half of Dominik's face is coated in slick but each swipe of his tongue picked up more of your taste each time. He fucking loved how you looked right now.

"Look at you, such a messy girl for me. You're so wet I'm slipping out of you baby", he grabs your face and brings your attention to him. "If that's the case maybe I should just stop, let you do this by yourself", Dominik taunts you, still thinking of earlier events. "Maybe him", your eyes widen and you try to shake your head no, squeezing around Dominik's cock as an answer in itself. "You can do better than that", he stops moving altogether and leans down to brush his lips against yours. With all your strength you slide your lips against him rocking your hips in an up-and-down motion, "Fuck me" you mumble against his lips. Dominik grins, "There's my needy slut".

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