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mrsarcherofinfamy · 6 months

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• Austin Theory x Reader

Summary: Being Austin and Grayson's manager and telling them not to get in Kevin Owens' face, but they don't listen.

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Walking backstage with Austin and Grayson, they are talking about how Kevin said they have punchable faces.

"What does he mean by my face is punchable? Not this gorgeous face."

I roll my eyes at Austin. Grayson smacks his arm and they stop walking. I am standing behind them looking up at them.

"Maybe we should go find him and confront him about this!"

Austin smiles big and shakes his head yes.

"Let's go do it! This is a great idea."

"Boys this is a terrible idea."

I walk in between them and put my hand on Austin's chest looking up at him. He looks down at me.

"Y/N. Baby. It's a good idea. I don't know what you are talking about. We are so doing this."

They continue walking around looking for Kevin. I roll my eyes and follow behind them. They see him standing against the wall as Logan Paul says something to him and walks off.

"Boys don't do this."

They walk up to Kevin not listening to me. I stand next to Grayson, arms crossed, looking at them and Kevin than at the camera guy.

"SO what is this about us having punchable faces?"

"I don't think we have punchable faces! Do you?"

"I don't think we do!"

Kevin starts laughing at them.

"Yeah you guys do have punchable faces. That's a fact. Ya know what? I bet I could punch both of you at the same time!"

They start arguing louder and louder. I move out of the way towards the wall. Soon, security comes and starts breaking them apart. Kevin starts talking to Jamie Noble about how he can punch them at the same time. The boys turn towards me kinda lined up next to each other talking about how he can't do it. Kevin walks back over and punches both of them across the face.

Grayson and Austin fall to the ground holding their faces while I'm standing there, arms crossed, watching them lay on the ground.

"I told you! I told you I could punch them both!"

Kevin turns towards me, puts his hand on my shoulder and shakes it a little out of excitement. I look at Kevin and shrug my shoulders.

"I told them not to come over here. But they never listen to me."

"Maybe they will start listening to you now. You're welcome."

Kevin pats my shoulder than leaves talking to Jamie about what just happened. I look down at the boys and shake my head.

"Get up. Let's go get some ice for your faces."

They get up and follow me to their locker room. I get some ice packs from the little freezer and some towels. I walk over to the boys and hand them their ice packs.

"Put them on your faces. Hopefully you will feel better."

Austin stands up and kisses my cheek. I look up at him.

"I.... We will start listening to you more often. We promise."

"We promise Y/N!"

I look back at Grayson than at Austin. I put my hand on Austin's chest and kinda grab his white tank top. He looks down at me with a little smirk on his face. I pull his shirt a little pulling him down to my face.

"You don't listen to me one time, from now on, you will be punished. And you ain't gonna like the consequences."

I whisper in his ear so Grayson can't hear me. Austin smirks a little looking down at me as I let go of his shirt.

"Oh I promise babe. I will always listen to you."

He sits back down on the couch and I sit on the chair next to Austin looking over at them.....

God these idiots.

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juceynightmare · 10 months

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dating 101 (18+) part 27 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, jealous!cody

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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she woke up with a groan. the sound of her alarm blaring from her phone becoming increasingly annoying with every millisecond that passed. she reached for her phone beside her head, opening her eyes to stop the alarm as she sat up in her bed. austin stirred from the bed on the floor, and she watched as he turned on to lay on his back before he continued to snore softly.

she pushed her blanket off of her, getting out of bed and carefully stepping over austin so she could make it over to her desk. y/n pulled out her toiletry bag, her keys, and made her way to her door. y/n pulled her door open slightly - just enough for her to slip out of the room without too much light seeping in.

with her head pounding, she made her way to the bathroom to find that cody was already in there.

“morning, cody.” she mumbled, taking up the space at the sink besides where cody was already standing.

cody looked over the girl, his gaze transfixed to where the girl’s crop top ended and left her midsection on display. his initials were beginning to scar over, and cody wanted nothing more than to reach out and trace his fingers over them. he felt pride in the fact that the girl didn’t hide the fact that he had branded her, especially knowing that the mystery man was most likely still in that room. “morning, y/n.” he greeted after he spit out his toothpaste, turning on the tap and washing off his toothbrush.

they stood in silence for a moment as cody washed out his mouth with his mouthwash and y/n began to brush her teeth. y/n stared at herself in the mirror as she thought back to the events of the night before.

it was a much needed reunion for her and austin. their night was full of giggles, bad singing and rapping, and them doordashing mcdonalds and eating to their hearts’ content before calling it a night. and although austin had told her to cool it on the deep talks, of course y/n still brought it up. and she could now happily say that she’s made up her mind and her heart.

“so, i uh happened to overhear your friend before he went in.” cody began, clearing his throat as he put away his stuff into his own bag. he caught y/n’s gaze in the mirror, noting that the girl had seemed lost in thought before he caught her attention again. “you were crying?” he asked as he walked over to her, already reaching into her bag for a hair tie.

cody felt a little awkward as he began to tie her hair up. although the girl had requested that he didn’t change the way he had treated her from before they started sleeping together, cody couldn’t help but overthink about what would be overstepping. it took everything in him to not wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back against him after he finished tying her hair, but cody forced himself to take a step back.

“uh, yeah.” y/n replied after spitting out her toothpaste and washing her toothbrush. “very stressful day yesterday. so i called austin and he drove up and we drank.” she continued, catching cody’s gaze. she watched as he reached for her mouthwash, pouring some into the cap before holding it out for her to take.

“you drank?” cody asked, and suddenly he could feel chills run down his spine. “with austin?” he continued.

cody figures this is what it felt like to be insecure. he remembers austin as being the man in the group chat who had told y/n that he would bend her over and put the plan b to use. he also remembers as austin being that man that y/n said had been trying to get in her pants since forever. clearly y/n and austin were close, with y/n being so upset that she needed a friend to be there with her and austin being the first to come to her mind because she didn’t want to reach out to him and ted.

he could feel the way his heart seemed to physically drop in his chest, and cody became hyperaware of how slow his heart began to beat. he hadn’t noticed that he was frowning, or that y/n had turned to face him until he felt her hands against his cheeks.

“jealousy is a good look on you, codes.” y/n mused softly in a teasing manner, exactly how she had once told him so long ago. she pressed her thumbs pressing against the corners of cody’s mouth as she pushed them upwards.

cody’s hands immediately found their place on her hips and he relaxed against her touch. that was one way to ease a man’s nerves, he thought to himself with a smile.

“just a little jealous.” cody admitted, watching as y/n chuckled and turned back around in his grasp to face the mirror again. she reached for her skincare as cody let his hands fall from her hips, stepping off to the side and leaning against the counter.

“to answer your questions: yes i drank and yes, specifically with austin. i needed a little pick me up and honestly, being reunited with him was something i didn’t know i needed so badly.” she sighed, a small smile on her face as she began her skincare routine.

cody hummed in acknowledgement. although her actions had made him feel a little better, cody could still feel as though he was about to break down and cry yet again. he wanted to be there for y/n in the way austin was, but cody understood why she couldn’t come to him or ted.

as he watched her go through her skincare routine, cody could only imagine what else happened in that room. he knew how y/n was when she was drunk - but the fact that she wasn’t throwing up the contents of her stomach right now were enough to reassure cody that she didn’t get completely shitfaced. cody also only knew the surface of y/n and austin’s relationship, he had no idea if she was as touchy with him as she was with him and ted.

that fact was enough for cody to want to leave just a few more marks of his name etched into her skin - for good measure, of course. then, another thought hit him. "did you two sleep in the same bed?" he asked.

jealousy made cody feel ugly. he hated the way he felt at the thought of y/n in bed with another man, and even now when he thinks about how she'd nap with ted, cody could feel himself getting angry. before cody could continue to wallow in his anger and sadness, y/n spoke up, "no. he brought an air mattress."

cody visibly relaxed and he let out a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding in.

in the next moment, austin walked into the bathroom, slightly stumbling on his own two feet. “morning.” he hummed in greeting, walking over and wrapping his arm around y/n’s waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head - careful of her skin.

cody tore his gaze away from them, swallowing back the envy that had balled up in his throat.

“morning austin.” she greeted with a smile, catching austin’s gaze in the reflection. “oh, this is cody by the way.” she introduced cody to austin. “cody, this is austin. my step-brother.”

it was then that cody’s gaze snapped back to where her and austin stood. y/n knew it was unnecessary to introduce austin as her step-brother, after all, their parents had yet to tie the knot. but when she saw the confidence and hope reignite in cody’s gaze, she knew that it was the right choice.

“disgusting.” austin groaned, unwrapping his arm from around her waist. “they’re not married yet, baby. please don’t remind me that we’re going to be related.” he huffed, walking past her. as he passed by cody, he gave the man a fistbump in greeting before walking into a stall.

“but didn’t you say that he’s been trying to get at -“ cody began, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“we missed the timing.” y/n answered quickly, her cheeks burning up in embarrassment. “our parents got together in middle school when we used to actually have crushes on each other. it sorta just faded into this dynamic where austin suggests we fuck like those step-siblings in porn.” she laughed.

the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by austin emerging from the stall. “all i’m saying is, if there’s a washing machine - you better hope you get there before me, cody.” he joked with a laugh as he walked up to a sink and began to wash his hands. however, even cody could tell that there was some truth under his words.

cody’s gaze flickered between the two of them as y/n went back to finishing her skincare routine. he suddenly felt a semi-wet hand tap his shoulder and cody turned his head to give austin his full attention. his eyes widened in shock as austin whispered in his ear, his gaze still fixed on the man even as he laughed and left the restroom to retreat back to y/n’s.

“what’d he say?” y/n asked after austin left the room, clearly having watched the exchange between the two men in the mirror.

cody could only turn back to face y/n with a wide smile, taking a step towards her and wrapping his arm around her waist. he rubbed his thumb over his initials on carved into her hip, hearing the way her breath hitched in her throat and she quickly met his gaze in the reflection.

“don’t worry your silly little head, sweetheart.” he mused, watching the way her blush on her cheeks had deepened.

she turned her head so she could look up at him instead, a wide smile on her face. she reached up to cup his face in her hand, feeling him press against her hand gently. she figures whatever austin told cody was enough for him to stop acting so cautious around her. she was thankful for that, after all, she was beginning to miss cody’s touch and the way he’d look at her with hopeful eyes instead if the sad ones that had adorned his face since the previous day.

“yeah?” she whispered, figuring that she didn’t need to say much else.

“yeah.” cody affirmed with a hum, feeling her thumb run across her cheekbone before she pulled her hand away from his face.

the original plan was to finally get her to realize that i’m the best guy there is for her. but with the way she talked about you last night and has been talking about you since she’s met you, i already know her heart’s made a decision. don’t make me regret giving her up to you.

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Thirsty

Pairing: Austin Theory x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Choking, Degradation, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise, Protected Sex, and Quickie. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 2438

Summary: When sunbathing outside, your brothers best friend, Austin, thinks it's a good idea to cannon ball in the pool, splashing water all over you and when you cry to your Dad, he is forced to help you clean up.

A/N: Austin is your Brothers Best Friend in this story. Hope You Enjoy!

The sun was beautiful outside when you woke up, and the weather was just as perfect.

You instantly made plans to get a tan, slipping your bikini on and going outside. You made your spot on a lounge chair, letting the sun soak up your body.

The door opened in your home with it being your brother and his friend Austin. "Alright man, I'm gonna go pick up my Mom from work. Dad's been planning a surprise party for her, so my Dad is here and Y/n's probably at the pool, since 'It's a good day outside.'" Grayson said, imitating your voice at the end.

Austin chuckled, watching as his friend left the house and back into his car. He then made his way towards the backdoor, seeing you laying on the lounge chair.

He snuck up behind you, slowly tip-toeing until he got right behind you. "BOO!" You let out a scream, jumping out your chair, turning around only to see Austin. He was cackling up a storm at your reaction.

A frown came to your face as you put together that it was him who scared you. "You asshole! You scared me!" You yelled at him angrily. Austin wiped a tear away from his eye. "Oh man, and it was funny too!"

Your frown was permanent on your face. "I'm gonna tell my Dad, and we'll see who's laughing then." Austin rolled his eyes, sucking his teeth. "Of course you will." You cocked an eyebrow.

What did he mean by that?

"Well, my throat is kinda parched. Go be useful for once and fetch me a lemonade from the fridge." Austin jerked back a little, looking shocked at your demanding order.

He was gonna say something snarky, but if he had to deal with your Dad. He would never hear the end of it from you. "Fine. Bitch." He whispered the last word on his way to the fridge.

Who do you think you are, demanding him around when he's the guest? An idea came to his mind as he grabbed the pitcher and poured lemonade in a glass cup with ice. You're thirsty? He's gonna make sure your whole body is hydrated.

He came back out with the lemonade, handing it to you. "Here you go, my majesty." He joked, taking a bow. You snatched the glass out his hand, taking a long sip. "Thank you peasant, now run along."

Austin turned around, only going into the living room. He stripped from his shirt and pants, only leaving him in his boxers. Once again, he crept around with slow steps, watching you look up at the sun.

It was all quiet until he ran full speed, yelling, "Cannon ball!" You didn't have enough time to react and then you felt it. The cold water, splashing all over you. It felt like a bucket of water was literally dumped on you.

You gasped for air as you quickly sat up, wiping water from your eyes. "You did not." You said in an angry, but calm tone. Austin smiled as he got out of the pool. "I just did."

You opened your eyes, throwing him the most hateful look. "I can't believe you just did that!" Austin laughed, reaching to rub your shoulder soothingly.

"I was looking out for you. I thought you were thirsty since your body was sitting out in the sun all day." You shrugged his hand off your shoulder, an annoyed groan coming out your mouth. "Dad!" You yelled, stomping into the house.

Austin's eyes grew big as he watched you make your way towards the door. He rushed into action, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you into his chest. "Dad- mmm-"

Your voice got muffled as his hand came to your mouth to quiet you down. "Shh, please don't call him." You then bit his hand, earning a cry from him. "Ow! W-Why’d you do that?" He asked, looking down at his hand that began to turn red from your bite mark.

"You had your hand on my mouth! Why are you trying to stop me? I told you earlier that I would call my Dad. Did you think I was joking?" Austin let out a sigh, his head hanging low. "Alright, look I'm sorry, just don't call your Dad. He's gonna yell at me home, and then Grayson gonna be in my ass, and I'll be bored as fuck."

Now it was your turn to smirk. Now all of a sudden, the cocky Austin Theory was begging you not to call your Dad because he didn't want to get in trouble.

"Okay, I won't call my Dad, but on only one condition." Austin groaned, knowing that 'but' was coming. "You have to do everything I say for the rest of the day."

Austin rolled his eyes, knowing you were gonna say something like that. "You always wanna be in control, huh?" You giggled, picking up your sunglasses, and sitting back down in your lounge chair.

"Sure, now go fetch me some grapes, and feed them to me." Austin stood there, looking down at you in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He asked.

You pulled your sunglasses down, peeking at him from over the lenses. "Did I stutter? Now go, peasant!" Austin went back inside, going to the kitchen and getting some grapes before coming back out.

He picked up some grapes and held them up to your mouth. One by one, you ate each grape, a satisfied hum coming from you. "I'm done with those, get me my lemonade." Austin put the bag down on the table and gave you your lemonade.

You took small sips before handing it back to him. You sigh, sitting up in the chair. "I think I wanna take a dip." You stood up and walked to the pool. Austin watched you like a hawk as you slowly stepped in the water.

The bathing suit hugged your body just right. You looked really good and it took everything in him to not pounce on you, but he can't. You're his best friend's sister.

Austin tried to get in the pool with you, but you stopped him. "Uh, no sir, you're not allowed to get in. You better sit on the floor, and watch me swim." Austin didn't even try to argue this time as he took a seat on the hot floor.

He had to watch you swim for 20 minutes, eyes not leaving your body. It was then you finally got out, water dripping from your body.

You fixed your top as it started coming up in the water and Austin had to sniffle a groan. You walked right past him and into the living room. "Come on!" You called out and Austin got up to follow you into the house.

You ended up in the laundry room, hands on your hips as Austin looked at you, not knowing what to do. "Well?" Austin cocked an eyebrow. "Take this wet stuff off me, and put it in the machine." Austin gulped, looking at you.

Like said before, you're his best friend's sister. This is very appropriate and he doesn't think he'll be able to control himself if he sees you naked. It doesn't help that he's still in his boxers from earlier.

"Turn around." He ordered. He reached up and pulled the tied knot in your bikini top and it fell down. He then went for your bottoms, pulling at the knots on each side.

Now you were fully naked, but back still turned to him. "Get my clothes and put them in the machine, and then go upstairs and fetch-" Austin cut you off. He was done. "Y'know what, no! I'm tired of doing this and it's only been an hour, there's no way I'm gonna survive this for a whole day." You turned around to face him, breast swaying at your movement.

Austin's eyes were wide and trained on you. He tried so hard not to look down. He really did, but his eyes looked down at your breast and back up at you. That's when a smirk came to your face. "Oh, I see. You're distracted aren't you?" You chuckled.

"How about this? If you fuck me right here, right now, you can stop being my peasant, if not, I'll tell my Dad everything you did." Austin thought real hard and long about this deal. It was a win-win for him, but it's so wrong. You're his best friend's sister, that's all he could think about.

Something in him told himself to ignore that fact and he picked you up, setting you on top of the washing machine. You let out a surprised squeal, your hands cupping his cheeks. "I knew you wanted to-" Your sentence was cut off by Austin's lips roughly smacking on yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Austin pulled back with a groan from the taste of you. Your lips were so sweet and he bet you tasted even sweeter.

Which is why he pulled your legs apart and ran his hand down your heat. "Fuck, you're so wet.” You whined at his touch, bucking your hips into his hand.

Austin chuckled at your needy reaction, a finger circling your entrance. "Can I?" You nodded, grabbing his wrist and pulling it closer. "Please." Austin slowly pushed his finger in, groaning at how tight you gripped his fingers.

"Oh fuck." You whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. Austin smirked, seeing your cunt suck up his finger and as he pulled it out, he could see the wetness drenching it. "God, you're so wet and I don't think it was from the pool."

Through your pleasurable expression, you gave him a glare which caused him to laugh. "I have a finger inside you and you're still giving me that glare." You wanted to argue back, call him names, or even threaten to call your Dad, but his finger, that damn finger was giving you pleasure.

His thumb came up and circled your clit, as his pace increased. Your legs clamped shut around his arm, a hand coming to your mouth. You couldn't be too loud. "Gotta stretch you out for me. Think you're ready now."

You whined when he pulled his finger out, sucking your juices off it with a hum. "Just as sweet as your lips taste." A blush came to your cheeks at his compliment.

He quickly pulled down his boxers, stroking himself while you reached over in the dirty clothes and searched through a pile of your Dad's jeans. You searched through his pockets and pulled out a condom.

Austin looked puzzled for a second. Were you planning this all along? "My Dad always forgets to check his pockets. And I know him and my Mom be fucking." You winked, Austin's eyes growing wide.

"Hey, they're only 38 and 40, whenever they can get some alone time is when they do it, and trust me, they have a lot of alone time." Austin chuckled, taking the condom out your hand and ripping it open with his teeth.

You watched as he rolled the condom in his cock, stroking it a couple of times. He then rubbed his tip against your entrance, teasing you. "Austin if you don't put it in I'm gonna-" You were cut off with a moan as his cock slowly pushed in you.

"What? You gonna tell your Dad?" Austin said in a teasing tone. He started off with slow thrusts, pushing his hips forward, watching as his cock disappeared inside you.

"You're so tight, and warm." He breathed out, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer. "C'mere." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

He was now skin to skin with you and god did it feel good. Your warm body and cunt squeezing around him so nicely.

He fucked you in a slow rhythm, making sure you felt every vein in his cock. "Austin-" You mewled, arms wrapping around his neck. Austin's head went to your neck to muffle his moans, placing small pepper kisses on your flesh.

You even felt him nibble which caused you to whine. "Austin, don't leave any marks. My Dad will kill me." You cried out, but your protests went deaf in his ears. He was too deep and focused on you and your pussy.

He hasn't seen you with many men so it really shouldn't be surprising that you're this tight. "God I don't know how long I'm gonna last. You're- you're gripping my cock so hard- fuck!" Austin groaned as you clenched down on him once more.

Your nails were raking up his back as his hips increased their pace. A small clapping sound was heard in the room as the washing machine shook and it wasn't even on.

His hand then reached in between your connected bodies and played with your clit, rubbing and punching at the sensitive bud. "Oh my god!" You cried out, hands gripping his hair as you came. Austin grunted, his balls tightening up.

The sound of footsteps were missed in your hearing, but the knock on the door. "Sweetheart, you okay in there?" It was your Dad.

You felt Austin tense up as he gave you a look. "Answer him." He whispered quietly. "Uh, y-yeah. I just stubbed my toe and it hurt really badly." You mentally cursed yourself out in your head.

That was a bad excuse.

"Oh okay, I heard you yelling and I thought something was wrong. Anyways, let me get outta your hair." You heard your Dads footsteps walk away, making Austin's body finally relaxing.

Austin pulled out of you, pulling his boxers back up his legs. "That was too close. Imagine if he opened the door." Austin said, worry all in his tone. "Austin, calm down he wasn't gonna come in here." Austin nodded his head, taking a deep breath.

You were right. Your Dad was too busy focusing on planning your Moms party.

You picked up a shirt from the dirty pile, putting it on your body. "Grayson should be here soon. Go clean yourself up." Austin frowned at your words. Part of him was sad that you just let him fuck you and now you wanted him gone.

"Okay, I'll leave, but promise me one thing." You were silent waiting for him to continue. "Promise me the next time you get thirsty, you'll call me?"

At first you didn't understand what he meant by that, but thinking over the whole situation made you realize.

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Like We Used To

Pairing: Austin Theory x Reader

Austin Theory was the bane of your existence. There had once been a time when you hadn't thought that way. You and Austin had been friendly with each other, perhaps even friends. You remembered how you had once embraced the way your friendship had begun to turn into something more. Now, when you thought about your unfortunate attraction to that man, your stomach churned a little. Austin had been so nice, and then Vince got his hooks in and ruined any chance of there ever being something between the two of you. You wanted the guy you used to hang out with back, but you didn't any traces of him in the man standing across from you now.

You knew that it was partially your fault, the animosity between the two of you now. Austin had been acting like an ass, so you had called him out on it. Although, it wasn't as simple as that. You didn't remember everything that was said, but you had been moved from Raw to Smackdown immediately. Eventually, Hunter moved you back to Raw, but that didn't magically fix things between you and Austin. He still seemingly hated you, not that you could blame him. Both of you had said some pretty hurtful things, and despite the way that he acted, you knew Austin was kind of sensitive. He had always seemed sort of oblivious to you, but you saw the way his face would fall when people told him he was an idiot.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're who they're making me ride with today, seriously?" You didn't want to take the ride with Austin, but you didn't have a choice. Everyone else was either gone or their cars were full. Three more days and then you'd legally be old enough to rent your own car.

"Don't get too excited about it sweetheart," Austin said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes as you put your things in the backseat. Austin's bags were already filling up the trunk. You got into the passenger's seat and waited for him to get in the car. He was standing outside of the door checking something on his phone. It was probably one of the numerous girls he had mentioned during your fight that "could give him everything he wanted and more" unlike you. You turned away from where Austin would get in and kept your eyes on the mirrors.

Austin got into the car and glanced over at you to check on you. He knew that you didn't want to be there with him, and while it hurt, he didn't want you to be too uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure how to bring it up, but he had texted a few people to arrange for one of your friends to pick you up in the morning for the rest of the drive back to Florida. That was a long drive, and Austin doubted that the two of you could make it without ripping each other's heads off. It made him sort of sad, but in his mind, he was to blame for the entire falling out. You couldn't stand him because he had let everything go to his head.

"I think we're gonna have to stop somewhere for the night. These roads are pretty bad," Austin told you. You had been thinking it for the past half hour or so, but hadn't wanted to say anything. Despite how uncomfortable the silence was, it was easier to you than trying to make conversation. "There's a hotel just up ahead if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, do whatever you need to," you told him. Austin pulled off of the freeway and towards one of the hotels on that exit. You saw that the first couple didn't have any vacancies, but luckily the last one he tried did. Austin ran in to book the room before it was too late, and then came back to bring the car to the parking lot. "What room am I in?"

"WE are in room 1504," Austin told you. He handed you one of the keys and grabbed your heavier suitcase out of the back. The two of you entered in through the side and went straight to the elevator. You weren't happy about the idea of sharing a room with Austin, but you wouldn't complain. It was late enough that you had the excuse of being tired to avoid talking with him. The elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you got out together. It would have been fine, but Johnny and Candace were standing in front of the doors when they opened.

"Really, Y/n, Austin?" Johnny asked you. He looked disappointed, which you didn't completely understand. Candace gave you a look like she was on the same page as her husband, but trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. "I expected more from you, I really did."

"Sorry to disappoint," you said, despite being utterly confused. Candace gave your shoulder a squeeze, but was glaring hard at Austin. He quickly got himself out of the situation to go unlock the door to your room for you. You slowly backed away to join him, unsure of what they thought was going on. Once you got into the room though, it was clear as day. Austin must have booked a couple's suite, hopefully unknowingly. There was one bed and a basket of items that would be useful for a honeymoon like condoms, lube, and a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. "Oh my god, you idiot."

"I was going to tell you, but I thought you'd kill me. These were the only rooms available, I swear," Austin told you. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at him. Huffing, you pushed past him to get some clothes out of your suitcase so you could shower. "I'll just be in here. Which side of the bed do you want?"

"We are not sharing the bed. You can sleep on the floor!" you yelled at him through the bathroom door. Austin brushed it off and sat down on the edge of the bed. You tried to stall as long as you could in the shower, but eventually the water got cold. You dried yourself off, redressed yourself, and then walked back into the main part of the room. Austin was laying on the bed shirtless in a pair of sweatpants. "I thought I told you that we're not sharing the bed. If you won't sleep on the floor, then I will."

"Can you really not resist me enough to share a bed for one night?" Austin asked you. You turned your back to him and pulled the blanket off of the bed to set it on the floor. You were going to make a makeshift sleeping bag, but before you could completely move the blanket, Austin tugged it backwards. You went flying towards the bed, nearly landing in his lap. "Hi."

"Let go of the blanket Austin," you told him. He shook his head as he wrapped it around his hands to keep a better grip. "I'm not sleeping with you."

"You can do more than sleep in a bed," he joked. You let go of the blanket and reached up to punch his shoulder. He just laughed it off, so you went for it again. This time, he caught your hand and pulled you up to sit. "That's not very nice. If you're going to insist on hitting me, at least let me get ready first."

You hadn't been sure what to expect, but for Austin to get on his hands and knees in front of you was not it. He was just trying to fuck with you, and unfortunately it was working. You scoffed as you turned away from him, but the embarrassed flush on your cheeks was still definitely there. Austin moved into your eyeline again, this time as he laid across your lap. He grabbed your hands and placed one in his hair. He kept a hold of the other one, lacing your fingers with his like the two of you used to.

"Isn't this nice?" Austin asked you. You thought it was, but you knew that if you let yourself have this moment, then there was no telling where it's stop. "It's just like old times."

"No, it's not," you tried to argue. The fact that you were refusing to look at him was telling though, and unfortunately he knew you better than you gave him credit for. It didn't help that you hadn't stopped running your fingers through his hair for a second. You weren't even trying to get him off of you. Austin was a little surprised, but he didn't feel like looking a gift horse in the mouth on this one. "You're annoying."

"I know," he said. You glanced down to see him smiling up at you. As annoying as he was, you had never really been able to resist smiling back at him. For a moment, things felt like they used to, even if you knew it wouldn't last. "I real-,"

"Stop talking before I remember why I don't like you," you told him. Austin nodded as he quickly shut his mouth. He turned his attention back to the hand of yours that was in his, tracing his fingers along the back of your hand and up your forearm a little. You had no idea how long the two of you stayed like that, but when you woke up in the morning, Austin had you tucked under his arm as the two of you laid down. Slightly panicked, you snuck out of bed, grabbed your things, and texted people until someone agreed to let you ride with them to the next town.

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just the tip - Austin Theory

Y/N x Austin Theory Theme: Smutish, not too explicit having a touchy morning before you’re leaving for the weekend x word count: 1250+

It’s rather early in the morning when you find yourself standing at the kitchen counter preparing two cups of coffee for you and your boyfriend Austin. It’s Friday, and you’re about to head out of town to meet up with friends to spend some quality time with them. Sadly, due to his tight schedule, Austin is unable to join you this time. You’ll be gone for about four days, and it already feels like an eternity. For Austin, it’s even worse. Even though he’s a mountain of a man, he’s soft and pretty clingy and won’t leave your side when you’re at home. He’d hide behind his tough guy, WWE persona, but you can see through that easily.

The coffee machine beeps happily, telling you that your caffeine shot is ready. Pouring the black, hot liquid into a mug, you smile, hearing familiar sounds coming out of the bedroom just down the hallway. Austin lets out a long, deep groan, stretching his arms and legs as he’s getting out of bed. You sweeten your coffee with a few drops of milk, using a spoon to blend it in. Without looking, you’re aware of him approaching you from behind, after all, he’s not that light on his feet. Austin runs his hand along your waist, his fingers meeting in front of your stomach as he hugs you from behind. He bends down, placing a kiss right underneath your ear, before lowering his voice to a breath.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Feeling his warm breath against your skin, and his faint scent in your nose, you immediately get goosebumps. Leaning into him, you rest your back against his strong frame, as he places a few more long kisses onto your neck.”Good morning.” You smile happily, and turn your face towards his, causing his lips to separate from your skin just so you can look into his sleepy eyes. Slowly, you melt into him, your lips on his, both of you longing for each other. Once, then twice, you kiss him gently, before pulling away. Austin lifts his head slightly, looking at you, sleepiness written all over his face. “I smelt coffee?” He growls, his voice breaking for a moment.

“Just finished.” You nod toward the steaming mug right in front of you. Rubbing his eyes, he steps beside you, one arm around your waist, the other grabbing a mug. “You’re going so soon?” His eyes are focused on the mug, while he pours coffee into it, but his voice gives it away. He noticed you being fully clothed already, a suitcase standing by the door, and the vacant side of the bed when he woke up. Hugging the warm mug in your hands, you bite your lower lip. He’s frowning already, knowing that you’re meant to leave in about an hour. “Yeah.” You frown as well, looking at him, as he turns towards you, taking a sip. Austin grimaces, as the coffee is still very hot. Giggling quietly, you follow his lead, and drink some coffee. You love the taste, and as you put the cup down, you lick your lips.

“I hoped we could stay in bed a little longer.” He pouts, looking right over your shoulder towards the bedroom. “I know, Austin.” You say, taking a step towards him, placing a hand on his bare chest. You’re used to seeing him just wearing boxers, as most wrestlers either wear tights or basically some kind of underwear. “I am sorry I can’t come with you.” He says, his voice a little deeper than usual. Your eyes meet, and you smile comfortingly. “Next time again.” You place a hand at his neck, tenderly stroking him, running fingers through his beard. He returns the favor, puts the mug down, and gently grabs your hips, pulling you into him.

“Hey.” You giggle as you steady yourself against his firm chest. At first, he doesn’t say a word, but that devious smirk and the shimmer in his eyes tell you right away, what he’s up to. “How long till you gotta go?” He growls again, and without looking at the clock, you shake your head. “Austin.” Holding back a huge grin, you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your waist. Slowly but surely, he pulls even closer, now, faces just inches apart, you can taste his cologne on your tongue. “How long will you be gone?” He frowns again, very well aware of that. But still, he wants to make a point so you let it slide. “Tuesday.” You bite your lip, letting your hands run down his chest, his abs to his waist. He looks down at your fingers as they trace the visible outlines of his tensed muscles.

“What should I do here without you.” He pouts again, lifting his head to meet your eyes once again. “You’ve got training, and a photo shoot for the new game, babe.” You say and pat his stomach gently. “But I’d rather be with you.” Austin’s face softens. For a moment, the two of you stand there, his fingers sliding underneath your shirt, while yours are stroking his well-formed chest. “How about I make it up to you.” You smile, teasingly running one finger down his abs, his waist across his crotch to his thighs. Mouth hanging open slightly, he cannot pull his eyes away from yours. “What..eh, how?” Austin tilts his head, asking obvious questions. You mirror his movement, stroking his thighs now firmly.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You let your eyes wander all over his face, then down his neck, body, and even further down to your hands on his thighs. He follows your gaze immediately, and you gently lay a hand on his thick bulge trying to cup it with your hand. Already hooked, he lifts his head again, stretching his neck, letting out another, guttural low groan. “Y/N.” Austin breathes. “You’re too good to me.” Satisfied, you watch him panting for more. “Oh, I know.” You smirk, stroking him with the palm of your hand. Before you can react, however, he picks you up easily, causing you to giggle again. “What are you doing?” You chuckle nervously, as he puts you down on the kitchen counter.

“But, I thought?” He says, and you grab his chin with one hand. “On Tuesday.” You finish his sentence, smirking widely. Austin frowns, again, bowing his head. “Fuck.” He exhales, and you lift his head up, leaning in to kiss him again, and again, four times, each kiss making him smile more and more. “What about...” He says quickly, and you shut him down. “Tuesday.” Shaking your head slowly, you watch him going through every possible situation in his mind. He considers multiple ideas, and opens his mouth to say something but stops right away. Lifting your head in expectations, you look at him.

“Just the tip?” He says, pleadingly. “The tip?” You ask him, confused, as he grinds his hip against the kitchen counter. “Yeah?” He breathes deeply. Teasingly, you lean into him, and before your lips meet, you stop. “Tuesday.” You breathe into him and kiss him. He gives in to your kiss. Passionately, you run a hand around his neck, stroking the back of his head and running fingers through his hair. He separates for just a moment, breathing even heavier than before. “Tuesday?” Austin’s eyes locked with yours, and you smile. “Tuesday.” You say and kiss him again.

You’re making out for a little while longer until it’s time to leave Austin for the weekend.

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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Hi! I was requesting a fluff roman fic they are both protective of the other and in a tag team match y/n notices that one of their opponents is trying to sabotage roman and so she gets rid of them and then her and roman with the match tyy! (sorry if this made no sense lol) also your writing is really cool and well written :)

DOUBLE TROUBLE, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, fights, unwanted flirting

tags: ocs to fit the plot, badass (y/n), personal BEEF IN THIS FIGHT, who's your head of the table now? LET’S SPICE IT UP A BIT WITH SOME BACKSTAGE DRAMA

summary: we all hate that one dude from work

EVER since you were put into a tag-team reign with your boyfriend, you couldn't help but to notice that he was very very protective of you. see, you weren't weak at all, but all the hard hits and impacts? he took them for you. who would've thought that his protectiveness rubbed off on you?

"baby." roman greeted you with a kiss. "what's good baby?" you replied. "creatives called us." you furrowed your brows, clearly confused. "they're gonna talk about our bookings." you followed him to his car. "i'm so excited, i hope we're gonna fight sami and kevin again!" you giggled, taking pictures of him driving. "i hope so too."

to your surprise, you spotted paul heyman sitting in the middle of the room. "paul?" you were still confused. "oh (y/n), roman. you're not gonna like this." his tone was concerning. "we're not gonna like what?" speak of the devil, the office door opened, revealing two people you didn't want to see. "you gotta be shitting me." you muttered under your breath.

mike and ryan, or their tag-team name, the miracle workers, were bad wrestlers. they were ranked the most reckless wrestlers in the current lineup. "look who we have here!" ryan stared at you from head to toe. you hated him. he was a flirt, always trying to get it with you, even though he knew that you were dating the roman reigns. roman tensed up, moving his chair closer to yours.

on the other hand, mike was probably more insufferable than ryan. he was a man of few words, but when he opened his mouth, he'd say the worst thing that someone could ever think of. you really couldn't do anything about this booking. they were pushing you and roman together for being the new upcoming tag-team champions, this match was just another roadblock to success. as soon as you signed the contract, you could tell that ryan was still eyeing you.

“can’t wait to see you in your sexy gear, (y/n)." ryan winked at you. “how many times do i have to tell you that i have a boyfriend and he’s literally sitting in front of you.” you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “i’m just saying you look good in your gear, i can treat you right.” that got into your boyfriend’s nerves as he stood up from his seat, causing you to stand up as well–to prevent things from going downhill. “chill, dude. that was a joke.” ryan panicked for a second. “you better start respecting her or i’m going to actually kick your ass, ryan.”

roman was known for his good temper, but some people got under his nerves. you put your hand on his shoulders. “come on, let’s go.” you said, not wanting to cause a fight. “yeah. we’re just wasting our time here.” paul added. the black-haired male grunted in response, taking your hand and walked out of the room with an annoyed expression plastered on his face. “i swear, we’re going to fucking ruin them next week.”

something riled up inside your boyfriend after the contract signing incident. he was… oddly very excited for the match. he complained about it before but now? he was working his ass off. roman also contributed to the choreography, it was mostly his idea. you saw the moves and you knew that he was trying to get you away from ryan as much as possible, pinning you to your other opponent, mike.

the gym was filled with commotion. "AND ANOTHER SPEAR FROM HER!" solo yelled, acting like the commentator. "SOLO, GET YOUR ASS HERE! YOU'RE A REFEREE NOT A COMMENTATOR!" his brother shouted. "RIGHT." solo immediately jumped into the ring, counting down to 3. before he could reach the third number, you kicked out. "shit, you really are the female version of him." jimmy complained.

you licked your lips in excitement, feeling adrenaline pumping in your blood. "i'd really hate it if i was put inside the ring with you, (y/n)." jimmy stood up, fixing his gloves. "and thank god we're in the same faction!" you grinned, countering his kick with another kick. jimmy was down as you locked his head with your arms. you won again in this practice, "HELL YEAH!" you jumped, falling on you back. "i don't get you sometimes, (y/n). you're clumsy as hell but like you're also fast."

"that's because she's in good hands." your tag-team partner (aka boyfriend) went inside the ring. "you missed my cool kick." you pouted. "i didn't, i was watching from behind the glass." he took off his glasses and started stretching. "you know, i'd love to see you wrestle with your glasses on." you winked at him. "stop flirting and start attacking." jey complained.

thankfully, you came home in one piece, despite having your body thrown from left to right. it was going to be a big fight tomorrow and you hated the bookings. "what are you thinking about, baby?" your thoughts were cut-off by your boyfriend's voice. "how i fucking hate being in the ring with mike and ryan." you sighed. "honestly, you’re right. they need to know their place, i can’t stand seeing you being disrespected." he agreed.

"it's going to be okay, baby. i mean what's the worst thing that could happen to us?"

the day for the match came and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. roman was holding your hand the entire time, not wanting you to slip from his sight. suddenly, his phone rang, he hesitated for a second. “babe, it’s okay. you can go answer the phone, i’ll be in the locker room.” you gave him a reassuring smile. “okay, i’ll be right back.” with that, he left you.

locker room wasn’t empty. you spotted some of your friends gearing up for the show. “hey, (y/n)!” bianca gave you a big hug as soon as she saw you. “hi!” you returned the gesture. “excited for tonight?” she sat down to adjust her outfit. “i never wanted to walk-out of a match so bad.” you complained. “ah yes, mike and ryan.” she cringed at the thought of the miracle workers. “good luck then, beat their asses!”

“damn, told you that you looked good with your gear.” you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. “what are you doing here?” you asked. the locker room was empty now and your boyfriend was still on his call with jey. “do you mind?” “i don’t mind talking to you while your bodyguard isn’t here.” he winked. “jesus, drop the entire flirty act, please?” you were very annoyed. “i’m sorry i just can’t help it, you’re too pretty to ignore.”

“and you look too young to get your ass beat by me. move it, ryan.” you sighed in relief as you heard your boyfriend’s voice. “aaand the tribal chief is here, better get going. good luck tonight.” “stick to the script tonight!” he closed the door, avoiding a long lecture from the champion himself. “did he do anything?” roman looked at you with concern written all over his face. “no he didn’t, just his usual shit.” “right, let’s just end this night. we can go home after that and get ice cream.”

the show started for the two of you. “the undisputed tag-team champions, roman reigns and (y/n) (l/n), the bloodline!” the crowd went wild as you walked down to the ring. mike and ryan were already standing inside, ready to attack anytime. people were rising up their fingers in tribute of your championship with roman. as soon as you slid inside the ring, bowing down to the crowd–you could tell this was going to be a messy match.

your heart skipped a beat when the match started, mike and ryan immediately going off script. ryan was continuously trying to get you down, instead of roman. you made eye-contact with roman for a second, knowing how this match was going to be tough. you quickly avoided the punch that ryan was throwing at you. you dropkicked him from behind, causing him to fall on his stomach. now that ryan was down, you just needed to help roman stray mike away. “and a spear from reigns to mike, what will they do after this?” you jumped on the ropes, ready to jump on mike before ryan picked you up.

“ryan is back on his feet, capturing her in his lock.” you breathed for air as you were lifted from the ropes. “ryan, jesus christ!” you mouthed at him. he threw you on the ground, still going off script. oh, someone’s gonna get fired tonight, you thought. it was totally personal for the four of you. the move he made earlier caused you to hurt your shoulders. pain shot up from your shoulders. before he could tackle you again, roman speared him to the barricades. that one was personal.

mike was in the middle of the ring, looking for another attack. you speared him to the barricades, copying your boyfriend’s move. he wasn’t moving. one down, one to go, you thought. while you were with mike, ryan and roman were back inside the ring. you could see ryan was going to throw a punch on one of your boyfriend’s already bruised peck. you ran and slid inside the ring, dragging him into the pole. you were still holding back your punches, still being professional as ever. everyone could tell that you and roman were pissed. even the most gullible fans knew that the two of you were different tonight.

the crowd counted down along with the referee and you were glad that it was over. “and the winners, still the undisputed tag-team champion, the bloodline, roman reigns and (y/n) (l/n)!” you lifted the belts with your boyfriend on your side. “thank you.” he mouthed to you. “anything for you, baby.” you winked at him.

needless to say, you knew the backstage was going to be a mess. the locker room, on the other hand, was impressed with you and roman. “dude, i’d be so fucking pissed. i won’t even hold back my punches.” theory was there, still in his gear, clearly waiting for the two of you to drop some tea. “i just don’t get it why they were so fucking reckless.” you were offered ice by shotzi, she gave you a pity smile.

“what the fuck, reigns?” the miracle workers came back to the locker room. “no, what the fuck, ryan?” you stood up from your seat, clearly angered by his actions. “we told you to stick to the script.” your tone was laced with venom. “and we don’t listen to you fuckers.” mike said. “see, if you complied with us and just be a pretty girl inside the ring… be useless as usual, we might stick to the scri-“ before mike could finish his sentence, you dropped the ice and lunged on him. you had him on headlock, the man was on the ground. “call me useless one more time and you and your flirty friend right there,” you paused for a second to point at ryan who was scared shitless. “are going home with nothing but cut and bruises.”

roman wanted to intervene, but he knew you were capable of protecting yourself. “bro, you’re not gonna do anything?” jimmy nudged him. “nah, i’ll sit back and watch. i love seeing her being aggressive. they deserved it.”

a/n: HIII thank u so much for your request and i really appreciate your comment <333 it made my day!! requests are still open but i'm gonna focus on operation: together (aka a love triangle between roman and cody) check it out <3

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mrselvisbutler · 2 years

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THE THINGS I WOULD DO TO MAKE THIS MAN MOAN LIKE THIS OMFG 😩

THE FACT THAT ELVIS IS THE ONE MAKING THESE NOISES ARE MAKING ME GO FERAL 😩😩😩😩

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I just went on another rampage rewatching segments of The Way, I’m sobbing I miss them sm together

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●Austin Theory x Reader●

@there-goes-thefighter

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Sitting on one of the production boxes backstage, I am scrolling on my phone when Cathy Kelly and a cameraman walk up to me.

"Y/N. Do you care to comment about all the women that have claimed their spots in the royal rumble so far?"

"The women that have claimed their spots so far are some hardworking and talented ladies. I can't wait until....."

"Y/N! Y/N! Sweetcheeks!"

I roll my eyes, seeing Grayson and Austin walking over to me all happy. Cathy backs off as Grayson hops up next to me on the box, and Austin puts his hands next to my legs, looking at me. I cross my arms, looking at Austin.

"What do you want Theory?"

I look over at Grayson and smile.

"Hi Grayson."

I look back at Austin with a serious face. I have never liked Austin after he made me lose my NXT women's championship.

"Oh cmon sweetcheeks. You know you love me."

I roll my eyes and lean back against the wall looking at him with a serious face.

"What do you want?"

"A date."

"Excuse me?"

I look at Grayson than at Austin who still has his hands next to my legs leaning in a little.

"I would like to take you on a date."

I lean forward getting right infront of his face looking into his eyes.

"I hate you."

He backs off a little looking at me and Grayson is sitting next to me with a shocked look on his face.

"What do you mean you hate me? You still aren't over me accidentally making you lose your NXT women's championship?"

"Accidentally?!"

"Yes!"

"You grabbed my leg holding me against the ropes and I got elbowed in the face so hard, my nose got broken and I got knocked out."

"And I apologized for that!"

"And?!"

I stand up getting in his face.

"Get over it!"

"Goddammit! I hate you! I hate you and your dumb voice and your stupid muscles and your awfully attractive face!"

I look at him with a blank face realizing what I just said. He smirks, puts his hands on the sides of my face and kisses me. I kiss him back putting my arms around his neck as Grayson cheers for us.

"Finally!"

We pull apart and Austin looks down at me smirking.

"I knew you didn't hate me."

"Shut up."

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juceynightmare · 11 months

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dating 101 (18+) part 25 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, marijuana usage, physical fighting, mentions of alcohol

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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”what the fuck.” were the only words that filled the room, courtesy of ted. standing beside ted, roman stared at cody’s name that was carved into y/n’s skin, his eyes wide and his mouth opening and closing as if he were about to say something but didn’t know how to voice it. this time, when ted rested his hand on roman’s shoulder, roman didn’t bother shoving his hand off.

was he supposed to be angry? cody did just seriously cost roman a whole lot of money. it was obvious who y/n was ending their “relationship” for and roman knew he it’d be difficult to compete when y/n had let cody carve his name into her body. was he supposed to be proud? one of his closest friends in the frat had managed to not only fuck, but also secure and claim, the (arguably) hottest, smartest woman in their grade.

“no, no, no, no, none of that.” y/n spoke so quickly that it was hard to tell she was repeating “no” over and over again and not just making random noises. she thrashed in cody’s arms, although the man had now fully wrapped his arms around her midsection and had even lifted her off the ground in attempt to make her stop thrashing in his arms. “not his. not.. yet at least. i think.” she huffed as she gave up on trying to free herself from cody’s grip, falling limp in his arms and letting her arms hang off his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. only roman and ted could see the satisfied lopsided smile that had made its way onto cody’s face.

but to roman, all he heard was the fact that it still wasn’t too late for him to admit defeat to jey. “not yet? so i still have a chance.” roman asked, and his words had only caused cody’s smile to fade away as fast as it had appeared.

cody set y/n down before she could reply, guiding her to stand behind him so that he could take a step towards roman. ted quickly reacted by placing himself between roman and cody, his hands pressed against cody’s chest to keep the man away.

“okay, guys, let’s take a breather.” ted begged, although he felt cody press against him so that he could glare at roman from over his shoulder.

“mine.” cody huffed again, feeling the places where ted had his hands pressed against him start to tingle. cody was certainly regretting getting so high, as everything began to feel as though it were in slow motion and he could only focus on one thing at a time.

“she said no to you too, cody.” roman reminded, leaning forward and resting his hands on ted’s back so he could shove him off to the side. before ted could regain his footing and put himself between the two men again, cody had already stepped forward so that he and roman were standing chest-to-chest. “at least she isn’t denying me with my fucking name carved in her. isn’t that just embarrassing?” he laughed.

cody could barely focus on roman’s words, only processing them a second later with how hazy and doped out he was. although he visibly swayed, cody managed to keep his gaze locked with roman’s. before he could get a word in, roman spoke again.

“you’re way too fucking doped to fight me for her.” roman taunted, reaching up to press his hand to the side of cody’s head and roughly shoving him down to the floor.

it was embarrassing how quickly and easily cody was shoved to the floor, falling as if he was dead weight. as soon as he hit the floor with a thud, cody laid there as it felt as though his body repeated the motion over and over again.

“roman, what the fuck was that for?” y/n yelled, stepping forward and shoving roman as hard as she could although he didn’t budge.

“putting him in his place, doll. he’s the one getting between us, isn’t he?” roman scoffed. “as your man, i’m supposed to fight for my girl. for us. am i not?”

ted moved to stand behind y/n, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest just as she was about to respond to roman. he kept her pressed against his front, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “sorry in advance for manhandling you, baby.”

before y/n could question ted on what he meant, his free hand had come up to cover her eyes and his arm around her waist had tightened to keep her from breaking free.

the sound of a loud smack filled the room as roman was blindsided by cody landing a punch square in his jaw with as much force as possible. this time it was roman who fell to the floor, his gaze wide as he stared up at cody who stood above him.

y/n gasped, hearing the sounds and thrashing in ted’s grasp. she reached up, trying to pull ted’s hand off of her face. “what the fuck was that? ted, let me go! roman, don’t hurt cody!” she screamed, feeling herself being lifted up in the air.

it didn’t go over her own head that she didn’t care if roman was the one being hurt - she figures he deserves it after the shit he tried to pull with her. but she credits her worry for cody stemming from the fact that she knew the man was the furthest from being sober in that moment.

despite her best efforts, ted was just as strong as cody and the man was able to easily keep her pressed against him. he turned them around so that their backs were to cody and roman so that he wouldn’t have to keep his hand covering her eyes. “roman won’t hurt cody, baby. don’t worry about that.” he whispered in her ear.

behind them, cody bent down over roman and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to that he was sitting up. “what’s more embarrassing is thinking you get free access to her pussy just because you took her on a date.” he grunted, feeling roman grab at cody’s own shirt as the two stood back up on their feet. “you know why you’ll never get to have her? no matter how many dates, no matter how many sweet things you can whisper in her ear, no matter how many times you can tell her to call you if she ever needs help - when she’s in a room full of people she’ll always look for me, not you.” cody growled, kneeing roman between the legs and watching the man double over in front of him in pain. he shoved roman out of the room, closing and locking the door as soon as roman fell to the floor in the hallway.

hearing cody’s words, y/n had finally stopped thrashing in ted’s arms. she felt her face heat up at cody’s words and the realization that he was right had struck y/n hard. meanwhile, ted smiled knowing that cody’s doubts had seemingly faded away completely. although ted figures cody had gained his confidence back simply because he got to punch roman in the face, he didn’t care.

all he wanted was for his friend to be happy and get the girl in the end.

ted turned back around with y/n still in his arms after he heard cody shut the door. he unwrapped his arms from around her and let her walk up to cody so she could shove him roughly.

“cody, what the fuck was that for?” she questioned, reaching out and grabbing the man’s hands when she saw him stumble back. y/n leaned back to help him steady himself on his feet, sighing once she realized that even though she should most definitely be mad at cody for punching roman and fighting her battle for her, she was still making sure that he was okay in the end.

“he started it.” he mumbled, swaying side to side on his feet and watching the way y/n held his hands up to her face so she could observer his already red knuckles. “and i proved him wrong, didn’t i? no matter how fucked up i am, i’m always going to fight for you, sweetheart.” he muttered, his voice low.

ted walked over, placing a hand on cody’s shoulder and patting his shoulder gently. “mean ass punch you’ve got. sounded like you could have broke something.” he praised, his gaze fixed on where y/n was rubbing her thumbs over cody’s knuckles.

“i’m not going to use this as brownie points for you if you did this to win me over.” she mumbled, looking up at cody to find his gaze already focused on her.

“ted would have done the same if i he was the one that was shoved. it’s not a matter of me using this as a way to get you to choose me in the end. it’s a matter of roman putting his hands on you and trying to force himself on you and then choosing to shove me to the ground.” cody told her, pulling his hands away from her and suddenly feeling a chill roll down his spine at the reminder that roman was still an option to her, even after how he had just acted towards her.

ted picked up on the change in cody’s demeanor and so did y/n. “i’m sorry cody, and you too, ted.” she whispered, causing both ted and cody to snap their gaze to meet hers. before either of them could question what she was apologizing for, she spoke up again, “is it cool if i have the space to myself? i can’t really think about what to do and as much as i’d love to ask you two for advice, i already know the two of you would be very biased.”

“yeah, of course, baby.” ted answered for them, feeling cody tense up beside him. he reached around cody so that he could unlock the door and open it. “text me if you need anything, okay?” he told her, watching as cody physically fought with himself on how he should say goodbye to y/n.

does he hug her? would that be weird? he certainly couldn’t kiss her goodbye. not in the way he wishes he could.

he felt ted slightly shove him to leave the room, and cody stumbled a bit. “bye.” he whispered, tearing his gaze away from y/n before he could see the way y/n looked visibly disappointed that he hadn’t even hugged her.

as cody slowly made his way out of the room, ted quickly wrapped his arm around y/n and pulled her into his side. “don’t worry about how he’s acting. think over your decision and make sure you’ll be the happiest with it. no matter who you choose, we’ll both still be here as your friends.” he whispered, feeling her wrap her arms around his midsection and nod against his side.

ted pressed a kiss to the top of her head before letting her go, following cody out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

y/n stared at the spot where cody once stood, a frown on her face and her heart feeling heavy in her chest. she thought back to the way roman had spoken to and treated cody and began to question if the two of them were even going to be friends after everything.

she couldn’t help but feel as though she should have never befriended either of them, and that perhaps everyone would be happier if she just went back in time and prevented herself from ever letting ted in her room and befriending him.

after a long 10 minutes of her standing in the same spot and hating herself with every second that passed, she walked over to her desk to pick up her phone, feeling tears prick at her eyes as she picked it up and called the number on speed dial. as the phone rang against her ear, she walked back over to her bed and flopped down face-first into her pillow.

as soon as the call was picked up and before any other word could be said, y/n mumbled, “i know it’s a 3 hour drive and i know you’re probably far too busy with your work. but i need you to hold it on the sexual jokes because i just need my best friend to do best friend duties and not porn step-brother duties.”

“what happened? didn’t you literally just call me this morning?” austin asked, and the sound of keys being grabbed had y/n sighing.

“i fucked up. i don’t know how it went bad so quickly. i have cody’s name engraved in my skin. i broke things off with roman and he tried to get me to sleep with him to change my mind. he ended up being really touchy with me. cody and ted saw and came over. and it ended with roman shoving cody to the ground and cody punching him and-” she took a deep breath and rolled over in her bed so that she was staring up at the ceiling. “you don’t have to come, you know, having you on call and calling me an idiot is enough for me. i know i suggested it but i don’t want to be a bother to you too. i just - i sorta told my only friends to leave me alone and now it’s really fucking lonely in here with just my self-deprecating thoughts to keep me company.”

“shut the fuck up, y/n.” austin grunted, and y/n could practically hear the man roll his eyes. “you’re never going to be a bother to me. we both know that if our parents hadn’t started dating, we would have been dating.” he mumbled. “let me get the air mattress from trent and mom and i’ll head over, okay?”

y/n nodded her head before realizing that austin wouldn’t be able to see her. “ok. tell marianne and dad that i said hi.” she paused, continuing to listen to austin move around his apartment and grab something that sounded like glass bottles. “are you bringing alc?” she questioned.

“of course i am, baby. my girl’s a fucking dumbass and somehow got herself in a bigger mess in just a few hours that i wasn’t on the phone. sounds like the best time to drink and forget everything.” he laughed, and y/n heard him grab a few more items. “should i bring the henny too? i’m already bringing jd.”

“yeah, bring it.” she sighed. “don’t forget shower stuff and clothes. i don’t think you’d be too happy wearing my stuff or smelling like me.”

“middle school me is absolutely fist bumping the air at the thought of smelling like you.” austin laughed, and it was y/n’s turn to roll her eyes. “do you want want me to bring the others?”

y/n thought about it for a second before sighing. “no, i already feel like i’m bothering you even though you say i’m not. i don’t need to make myself feel worse for being a burden in even more people’s lives and making everyone miserable because i’m an idiot making idiotic decisions.”

austin hummed, and y/n heard the sound of him locking a door on his end of the call. “you’re not a burden and you don’t make people miserable. i’m sure cody, roman, and ted all think the same.” he reassured her. “i’ll be there soon. heading to mom and trent now and then i’m heading straight to you.” the sound of his car’s engine starting was loud in her ear, and she had to physically pull her phone away.

“drive safe, austin.” she whispered. “and thank you. i just fucked up really badly and you’re the only one who wouldn’t just straight up tell me who i should be choosing.”

“i don’t tell you outright to do anything. i do the simplest thing and simply tell it to you plainly what situation you’re in.” he corrected her.

“yeah, you’re the left brain of our relationship.” she sighed as if she had just admitted defeat to her worst enemy.

“alright, i’m driving now. i'll be there as fast as i can. bye, i love you.” he told her. she repeated the phrase back to him before the call was dropped and y/n was left alone with her thoughts for the next 3 hours.

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aalyssah · 8 months

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A Deal’s A Deal

Pairing: Austin Theory x Fem!Mysterio!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Blowjob, Cursing, Degradation, Face Fucking, Handjob, Oral, (Both Receiving), Praise, Spitting, Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,937

Summary: When your Dad has a match for a title, you desperately want him to win, so you go to the champ and try to make a deal for the belt.

A/N: I've gotten some requests for Austin Theory so I'm finally writing for him. Hope You Enjoy!

You were at your Dad's team meeting with the LWO.

He was currently in a lecture about how to beat the Judgement Day after their attack. You love your Dad, but you can't help, but feel like he's fallen apart ever since he joined LWO. Especially after Dominik left him for Rhea, that's when it really went downhill.

He's been losing matches, not getting a lot of TV time, and fans have begun commenting on it, asking 'Why hasn't Rey been on TV the whole week?'

So when Triple H said he had an idea to boost Rey's career, you made him take it instantly, just for it to come out as a Main Event match. Everyone was excited, but you could only wonder who it was he was facing.

A text dinged on Rey's phone, a smile lighting up on his face. "Alright guys I got some good news. Triple H just confirmed that I'll have a match against Austin Theory for his US title this week on Smackdown!"

Everyone cheered, congratulating Rey on his big match, but you sat there with a scowl on your face.

He's fighting Austin Theory? The most ignorant, cocky man you've ever met. You looked at your Dad and team as they celebrated. He looked so happy and proud that he was finally gonna get a title shot after so long.

Through the happy moment a frown came to your face as you thought of Triple H. Although he's worked with Rey before, he's most likely gonna make Austin win, wanting to 'put the younger talent up.'

You stood up, grabbing your phone. As you were about to walk out, Rey stopped you. "Mija, where are you going? Don't you wanna celebrate?" You put on a sad smile. "Sorry Dad, Michin needs my help. Girl problems. I'll be there at your match though!" You went down the halls to search for Austin.

You stopped by people, asking if they saw him and the best answer was 'check his locker room.' So you stood in front of the door, knocking on it.

You could hear footsteps come to the room and the door opened, revealing Austin with just a white towel hanging low in his waist. "Who's knocking at my door when- Oh, Y/n." You scoffed at his change of tone.

Austin's known for flirting with you, but of course you rejected him. "Look, we need to talk, so move aside." You pushed him aside, inviting yourself in.

Austin smirked, closing and locking the door. "Dang, if you wanted me alone so bad, you should've just asked for my hotel room number." You gave him a glare, sitting down on the couch. "So what can I do for ya, pretty lady?"

You sat up, looking at him seriously. "I'm sure you know about the match between you and my Dad tomorrow and I just wanted to see if we could make a deal." Austin perked up at your words. "A deal? What kind of deal?" Austin asked.

You took a deep breath, not ready to speak. "I want to give you head, so my Dad can win the title." Austin's eyes grew wide, an evil smirk coming to his face. "My god, Y/n! I didn't know you had such a filthy mouth!"

You pinched his thigh, him hissing in pain. "Hey!" You ignored his whine. "I'm serious Austin. I want my Dad to win this title and I'll do whatever it takes to see him happy." Austin raised his eyebrows, nodding his head in acceptance.

"Well I love the determination, but you're gonna have to give me something more than just head baby." Your face scrunched up at the nickname. "What? What do you want?" Austin chuckled, trailing his hands to your thigh.

"I want you. I wanna fuck that sweet pussy. Ain't no way you're gonna get me off and leave unsatisfied." Your mouth dropped open as he spoke. You twitched as his hand cupped your crotch area through your jean shorts.

"But that's only if we make it a deal, then Rey will have the title." You bit your lip, looking at him up and down.

Austin wasn't a bad looking guy, in fact you liked him when you joined WWE, it's just that what you're doing is so wrong.

You closed your eyes, nodding your head. "Okay fine, I'll let you fuck me IF you let my Dad win the belt." You hesitated to hold your hand out, but Austin instantly shook your hand with a wicked smile on his face.

You sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "Come on baby, why are you just sitting there, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth." You put your phone on the couch and dropped to your knees, looking up at him.

He eyed his towel, silently telling you to pull the towel off. You brought your hand up and pulled at the loosely tied towel, his cock springing up fast. You gulped, taking him in your hand and feeling the side.

He was big.

Bigger than average.

You slowly stroked him and closed your eyes as you leaned forward and took him in your mouth. He groaned, body shuddering at the feeling of your warm mouth on something so sensitive.

He held your hair and you bobbed your head, taking him deeper and deeper in your mouth before pulling back.

You do have to admit, he tastes so good.

You hummed as his hand fisted your hair before going back to normal. It was obvious he wanted to pull your hair, yet he was being gentle.

You fondled his balls, gently squeezing them. "Damn your mouth feels good." You giggled, the vibration shot up his body.

He groaned loudly, thrusting his hips slightly. You gagged, holding into his thigh. "Fuck, sorry." You took him out your mouth, shaking your head. "No, I liked that. Fuck my throat." Austin looked down at you. "You really are a whore."

For some reason his words didn't hurt you.

They turned you on.

He took a moment to spread his legs and hold your head before thrusting his hips forward. You choked at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

He was slow and easy thrusting, his cock hitting inside your mouth. He was silently grunting and groaning, trying to hold back his noises. His balls lightly slapped against your chin, your saliva coating his cock.

With a powerful thrust he stilled, you gagging around his cock before he pulled you back with a groan. He quickly picked you up, and threw you back on the couch and pulled your pants down.

"Austin, what are you doing?" Austin ignored you, sniffing your pussy. "Shh baby, I just need a little taste." You watched as he leaned forward with a smile. "Austin this wasn't part of the deal- Oh god."

Your head fell slack against the couch pillow as his tongue licked at your cunt. You gripped at his short hair, as his hands came to your thigh, pulling you close. His tongue lapped at your core, him moaning and humming at your sweetness.

He took his mouth off you with a slurp sound. "Mmm, I knew you would taste good." He said as his finger teasingly pushed inside you. He pushed his finger deeper, seeing how far it could go.

He groaned seeing you swallow his finger whole just for him to pull out and see it glistening from your juices. "So pretty." He praised, bringing his mouth back to you.

He spit on your cunt and pushed his tongue past your hole, thrusting his fingers in and out. You moaned loudly, your grip on his hair tightening. Your legs shook as he didn't slow down his mouth.

Your hands came to his face, cupping his jaw and pulling him away.Your chest heaved up and down as you stared at him, your juices mixed in his beard. "You better stop before I cum." Austin smiled, manhandling you and putting you on all fours.

Austin guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing his tip against your slit. He slowly pushed in, him grunting at the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing him. "Goddamn, you feel good." He started off normal, pumping in and out of you at a normal pace.

You put your face in the cushions of the couch, to try to quiet yourself down since you were still at the arena.

Austin's hand came to your hair, forcing you to look up at him. A moan screeched from your throat at his grip. "You look so pretty like this. What would your Dad think if he saw you getting fucked by the same man he's fighting for the belt tomorrow?" You ignored his words, closing your eyes as his pace picked up.

You looked up at him with doe eyes, igniting something in him. You both stared at each other as your mouth was open. "Kiss me Austin. Please kiss me." Austin hunched down to you, sloppily kissing you, y'all's lips sucking and smacking against each other.

He pulled back, then pushed your head deep down in the cushion and started pounding you. The loud clapping could most likely be heard through the walls, but you could care less. He was making you feel so good.

You were biting down on the couch, your moans slipping past. "Fuck, you're gripping me so damn right, you must be close." You nodded your head, agreeing. "Then cum, cum for me." He rubbed your clit, making you cum fast. Not many men are able to find your clit.

Austin froze up at the feeling, pulling out quickly and cunning on your ass and back. He grunted as his cum shot out of him, painting your body. He stood there watching as your body rose and fell from your heavy breathing.

You tried to move, but he quickly stopped you. "Wait, don't move, let me clean you up." He left for the bathroom and grabbed a paper towel. He cleaned your back up and helped you stand up. "So you'll let my Dad win?"

Austin gave a challenging smirk. "I don't know, will I?" You rolled your eyes at the fact he sounded like a teacher. "We have a fucking deal Theory, don't let me down!" You left his locker room, going back to your Dad.

It was the next night and it was time for his match. Fans are yelling and screaming, ready for the Main Event.

Austin came out flashing his title at the screen, little did everyone know, he was gonna lose it.

Rey's music hit and everyone was on their feet, cheering and singing to his music. It was like his appearance lights up the arena.

Their match played out with Austin falling right into Rey's trap, Rey hitting a 619 before getting into the ring and hitting a frog splash for his buddy Eddie.

"1, 2, 3!"

The count of the referee made everyone jump high. Rey fell back with a smile on his face and you couldn't help, but smile too. For once you could see an actual smile on his face.

The LWO came out and ran to the ring, picking up Rey and holding him into the air. You stood at the side, clapping and cheering for you Dad.

You then looked down at Austin who sat on the mat holding his ribcage. You two locked eyes, him throwing a wink and mouthed, "A deal's a deal." You smiled, shaking your head.

Maybe you can trust him.

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theoryxwaller · 6 days

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Man I’m working on my writing skills and once I’m satisfied I’m making more Gunther, Theory and Waller fics 😂 probably be Waller x Theory for them ones though

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dirtywresling102 · 1 year

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IMAGINES ARE OPEN!

Hey everyone! I just want to let every body know that imagines ARE OPEN! Sadly with my main blog down again we are going to be posting on here until then!

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Request as many as you want! There is no limit! This helps me get read for my fanfic/gets my brain flowing to write Fan Fic Fridays!

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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i had this idea for roman where reader is like the sweet girl wrestlers go to when they really want to have a match with someone because she’s really good at persuading the higher ups and roman really wants a match against (a wrestler of ur choice) cuz he thinks that will blow the audiences minds so he goes to talk to her and as time goes by in the convo, they drift off and start taking about life and relationships and like days after they start bumping into each other more and more and one of them soon develops a crush ✊✊✊✊✊✊ (sorry if theres any typos)

IN BLOOM, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events, alcohol mentioned, teasings

tags: i love writing out of the ring roman like it's so fun,,, bisexual reader since i love shotzi, THEORY FLIRTING, had to tweak several things to fit the plot!! i hope u don't mind <3 why does (y/n) has a saul goodman vibes here i just realized that

summary: you’re really good at your job

THE room was filled with excitement as you shook your boss’s hand. “you will be the death of me, ms. (l/n). we have a deal!” you smiled at him, only to receive the same gesture. “then it is settled," your boss paused for a second. "lynch against rollins... i think it's a solid deal." you nodded at his sentence. "tell them to come to the office tomorrow, we'll talk about the deal. thank you for bringing yet another great idea, ms. (l/n)."

"YOU'RE JOKING?" seth was practically yelling in your office. "no, i scored it. although the two of you," you pointed at becky and seth. "have to come to the office to sign the contract." becky immediately stood up and hugged you. "god, thank you (y/n)... i don't know why you’re so good at this.” she chuckled. “hey, it’s my job to make sure that everyone enjoys their job.” “you’re a blessing, (y/n). should’ve been here since 10 years ago.”

your office became empty as the two lovebirds left. you were satisfied with your bookings for next month. the couple had been asking for the higher ups to put them in the ring together, but they would always decline–saying no every time they proposed the idea. they came to you, being the talent relations, you had to step up for the wrestlers and give the people what they wanted. being in the board meant that you knew how the games were played, people had a soft spot for you as you were an amazing sweet talker.

ever since you were hired as talent relations, you were mostly in charge of the bookings that happened. the company noticed that the wrestlers were enjoying their matches and it was all because of you. you gave them what they wanted, gave the people amazing shows, you were very good at your job.

"you really scored a high-rating today." "honestly, i know i don't stand a chance with my girl, but i had so much fun." the two wrestlers were talking backstage. "that's because i know your weak spots." becky replied, drinking her water. "finally got our dream match. all thanks to (y/n)." roman's ears perked up. "talent relations did all of that?" he furrowed his brows. "oh yeah, she's really good at doing her job. got gunther and ali against each other, who else... brock with cody? that's all her doings." seth replied.

roman reigns was interested.

everyone seemed to speak highly of you as you were one of the sweetest and nicest one in the board. all his bookings were done by his manager, but he realized that he was bored of them. he needed a chance. roman needed to talk to you. "dude, eve from marketing was asking for you!" jey opened the locker room door. "i'm not interested, how many times do i need to tell you that?" roman groaned at his cousin trying to set him up. "damn dude, give her a chance." he shook his head.

"who else should we set you up with?" jimmy asked. "what about cath from creatives?" jey furrowed his eyebrows. "naaah, she has a husband." roman grew annoyed by his cousins. "rather than setting me up with someone, can y'all help me talk to (y/n)?" that caught their attentions. "what do you want from her?" jimmy squinted his eyes. "yeah uce, don't mess with her. she's like a baby sister to us here!"

the man groaned once again. "nah man, i just need to talk to her about work stuff. where is her office?" roman asked, still earning curious looks from his cousins. "i'm being for real, you remember the bianca match that we talked about? i heard seth and becky scored a match because of her." the twins nodded in unison. "room 12, 5th floor. if you pull some flirty shit, we will end you." that was a genuine threat from the twins.

you yawned, feeling sleepier than usual. caffeine sounds like a good idea, you thought. you just got back from the arena, you were very satisfied with your own bookings. seth and becky gave it all for today's match. you never doubted them from the start. "hi, (y/n)." the barista greeted you. "hi, the usual please! make it 2, i'm buying for my assistant too!"

when you exited the lift, you expected to see your assistant on her desk, typing some emails, but she was not there. you opened the door, expecting it to be empty. "i hope i'm not rude for entering your office, your assistant told me to just walk in, she said she was going to creatives to print your schedule by the way." you almost dropped your coffee when you saw a certain black-haired man sitting down on your chair. "o- oh, hi!" you greeted him, despite feeling rather intimidated by his presence.

"hello ms. (l/n). i'm roman, can we talk a bit about some things? if you're busy then we can schedule a meeting." his voice was as charming as he looked. "no, no. i'm free! please sit down and (y/n) would do!" you walked to your chair, facing him. it was your first time officially meeting him, as all of his bookings were made and signed by his manager. "so, how can i help you?" you knew when a wrestler comes to your office they were in need of help. whether it was a push or a gimmick change, you were always ready to help. "i heard from seth that you managed to score his latest match and it was amazing." you smiled at his sentence. "always ready to help the lovebirds, they are so kind."

"i want a match against bianca." and you were already interested in his proposal. "okay, continue." you said, typing down the plan. "bianca and i were talking the other week about this match and we really want it to happen. let her win, she deserves it. but all the fans really want us to face each other as we are both champions... i just think this deserves a run." you nodded, completely understanding the situation. "i couldn't agree more. wait, i'm looking for your report... socials told me that a lot of your fans want to see you in a mix match."

you turned your laptop monitor around, showing him the report from socials. "i think it's gonna be amazing, roman." you grinned as you saw him scanning the monitor. this was the first time he saw his social reports and people really wanted to see him in a mix-gender match. his eyes widened in surprise as he saw your tabs, you were already writing the email. to say the least, roman was impressed with your skills. "damn." was all that came out of his mouth.

"i just need to talk to bianca's manager about this and we're all settled. i'll propose the idea in the next board meeting." roman was about to ask if he should be in the next meeting or not. "don't worry about all the negotiations and the contracts. sit back and relax, your manager will bring you the documents after i score this deal." you answered his unspoken question.

"wow." he was flabbergasted. "(y/n), how are you so good at this?" roman asked. "oh, i love my job and i just want the talents to enjoy their job as much as i enjoy mine." you gave him an honest answer. "that's just pure dedication, they should induct you in the hall of fame." he joked, feeling comfortable with your friendly presence. you chuckled at his joke. "trust me, i feel like i deserve more than just a hall of fame induction, i should be the president for this company." roman laughed.

now he understood why people spoke very high of you. you bring positive vibes that was truly needed in the industry. "thank you, (y/n)." roman blurted out, genuinely thankful for your help. "no, no. don't thank me yet, i'm just doing my job!" roman shook his head. "not putting pressure on you, but i know you're gonna do an amazing job." you smiled at him. "thank you as well for trusting me, roman! i'll be there when the match happens. i also watch all of my bookings."

"so you were there when the twins fought the judgement day?" you nodded. "they did an amazing job, we got drinks after that... that night ended well for everyone." his eyes lit up. "you're close to them, right?" you nodded once again. "they're the best honestly, always helping me with ideas. kinda miss them. you should really come next time we're having a drink off!" you said.

"that sounds fun," he paused for a second. "you know, the locker room speaks very highly of you, (y/n)." you felt your cheeks reddened. "but it's funny how this is the first time we meet and they're right about you being this friendly." roman couldn't even deny your positivity. "like i said, i want everyone to enjoy their time in the ring." you replied with a happy tone. "how did you even get this job, sorry but... you look too young to be in charge."

you got that a lot and you were used to it. "honestly, you're not the first person to say that. i was just lucky, i guess... i was in public relations before this but they moved me to talent relations because they had to cut some crews, so i guess it was my lucky day." you told him about your backstory. "i love it here, it's better than being stuck with externals... i made a lot of friends along the way." you continued. "sorry, i'm just rambling." you realized that you were talking a lot.

the man immediately shook his head. "no, it's fine! i love hearing the upstair stories." he encouraged you to continue. "well, what do you wanna know? i have a lot of gossips about everything." you wiggled your eyebrows. "i even know about your secret romance with one of the crews from 2 years ago." roman's eyes widened in surprise. "that was only a short relationship!" he was shocked that you knew everything. "hey, i'm no one to judge, but janice? janice from marketing? she was a pain in my ass."

"oh come on, what about you and shotzi?" you rolled your eyes. "we decided to part ways in a mutual way, we're best friends now! oh my god, everyone knows?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "it was a locker room gossip. they kept teasing her about dating you..." the conversation continued between you and the universal champion. your alarm rang, it was time for you to clock out of work.

"i'll text you the outcomes for the meeting," you paused for a second to put your things inside your back. "i won't let you down." the two of you stood up in unison. "you're driving?" he asked. "no, i'm probably gonna call for taxi. my car is being repaired since seth accidentally knocked over my lamppost." you chuckled as you remembered the incident. "then let me take you home, that's the least i can do for taking up your time."

the car ride wasn't silent at all. "and i told her that we should stop seeing each other, she quitted her job after that." roman was telling the story about how he dated janice from marketing. "damn... that was why she dropped every project. you're the one to blame." you joked. "hey, it wasn't working out." he defended himself. "i know, i was joking. so, you seeing anyone now?" you asked him. "heard from the twins that they are setting you up with someone from marketing again." roman made a mental note to smack his cousins heads. "damn, they really should shut up sometimes. and no, the dating scene for me is out of reach."

"why is that?" "because i haven't met the right person, i guess."

you agreed with him. the dating scene for you was a mess as well. nothing really worked out for you, maybe you were too focused on making other people happy that you didn't have the time to focus on yourself. "damn, i couldn't agree more. but hey, at least we have our jobs, right?" roman nodded. "right, i think it's nice that we share the same perspective towards things, i can tell we're gonna be good friends, (y/n)." you giggled at his sentence. "i'd love to be friends with you, roman!"

needless to say, the two of you kept in contact as you were going to score one of the biggest wrestling matches in his entire career. you were preparing for the meeting when you saw a certain black-haired man roaming near your office. "roman?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "hi." he greeted you with a smile as you hugged him. "sorry, a habit." you apologized. "no worries!" he returned the gesture. "what are you doing here?" you asked, clearly confused. "i feel like i should help you in the meeting, if you don't mind. jey said it should be easy when the talent is there too." he was very considerate and that warmed your heart.

"good morning, everyone!" you walked into the meeting room, with roman on your side. "good morning, ms. (l/n) and... reigns?" people were obviously confused. everyone knew you were going to pull some shit and they will still fall for it. "as you can see right here, i brought roman with me because we have something we'd like to propose." everyone's attention was on the two of you.

he was impressed as he saw the board all agreeing with you. even though you were the youngest in the board, everyone seemed to respect you. another score, you thought. "i don't know how you do that, but i am very impressed." roman whispered to you. "it's my talent." you winked at him. you shook your boss's hand, finalizing the deal. "ms. (l/n), once again... outstanding like usual. might give you a promotion for this if this works out." your eyes lit up in excitement. "thank you boss."

roman and you exited the meeting room, clearly holding your squeaks. "oh my god!" you squealed, feeling thrilled for the upcoming match. "(y/n)... that was amazing!" he couldn't help but to hug you. "i'm so excited, good things are coming for you!" you hugged him back, feeling smaller in his arms. "fuck, this calls for a celebration! call your cousins, let's fucking get wasted tonight!"

the friendship bloomed as time passed by. you saw him quite often in work (more than before you were friends). a 'hi!' or 'do you wanna eat after this?' made everyone questioned your relationship with him. sure, you were nice to the talents but seeing you with the tribal chief himself was kind of out of place for you since you were always with him.

he was happy. it was the first time you worked together and the chemistry was there. he threw ideas and you would make them happen. roman was involved with the script and the choreography, which made you very excited for the match. that man was dedicated to his work, he was practically married to his job. but that didn’t stop him from making time for you. after rehearsals, it became a habit for the two of you to spend the night at a random parking lot, talking about everything.

you learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about you. he didn’t want to admit it but you were definitely his type. you were fearless, not afraid to say what was on your mind. he couldn’t help but to be attracted to you.

you were walking with him to the locker room, preparing for his first encounter with bianca. to your surprise, the locker room was full of people. "uce, i swear. you're taking her away from us!" jey complained. "hey, let's not fight... we haven't reached that timeline yet." you joked, earning a laugh from the locker room. "heard you scored this match, you never disappoint." solo patted your back. "so when are we fighting?" jimmy nudged you. "my man, you would instantly knock me out. i'm not built for the business."

everyone was talking to you, you were the center of their attentions. always throwing jokes and making people smile, you really lived up to your reputation. roman saw theory slinging his arm on your shoulders and he felt something he had never felt in years... was it jealousy? was it something else? he couldn't deny that you had a magnetic charm surrounding you, causing people to gravitate close to you.

"you never have time for me, (y/n)." theory pouted causing roman to raise one of his brows. "sorry, i've been busy with the entire belair-reigns fiasco... my office is always open though." you replied, putting down his arm from your shoulders. "no i meant like a date or something." the entire locker room boo-ed at him. "stay away from (y/n), she's for the girls only." bianca complained. "nah man, she's for the chief only." roman swore he'd throw some punches at his cousins if you weren't in the room.

"ooooh, romance brewing up?" you flushed in embarrassment, trying to cover your face with the rundown papers you had in your hands. of course you were attracted to the wrestler standing in front of you. you couldn't help but to be attracted as he was one of the nicest wrestlers you have ever met. not to mention, the two of you immediately clicked after your first meeting.

the locker room people couldn't stop teasing you, causing you to be flustered. "come on, that's enough. can't you tell that we're friends?" roman slung his arm on your shoulders, your face redder than before. "gotta be honest, the two of you look cute together." bianca added. you made eye-contact with roman and immediately looked away. "i mean, we do look cute. gotta be honest." roman was just adding fuel to the fire. "okay, now can we focus on the match today? this is so embarrassing for me." you admitted.

"(y/n) has a crush on roman!" "i do not!" "your face says otherwise!"

truth be told, everyone knew that the two of you were going to end up together. it was a matter of time till the romance bloomed into a relationship.

a/n: aaaa not my best writing to be honest but i tried my best!!! (i’m on a writer’s block fr) i hope u enjoyed it <3

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #bianca belair #austin theory #shotzi #becky lynch #seth rollins

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Whole lotta Shakin going on

Summary: Elvis gets very antsy during a makeout

You hummed to yourself as you piled the homemade Mac and cheese onto the plates for you and Elvis. The television sound was coming in from the other room and it was some musical you didn't know, but you pretended to know the rhythm as you hummed along.

Then you got the plates and brought them into the living room, glancing at Elvis on the couch. He looked handsome tonight, really handsome. He'd been forced to go to some meeting where he'd had to wear a suit and tie, and while he'd taken off the jacket and loosened the tie he still was dressed sharply for laying casually on the couch. His legs were spread wide and his black hair was long, falling on his forehead with a slight curl.

He looked at you and grinned wide, a perfect row of white teeth on a slightly crooked smile.

"Thank you, doll." He said when you offered the plate to him. The two of you ate in companionable silence as the movie played on the television. The lights of it bounced off his face and illuminated it in a sweet, tender way. You tried to not stare too intensely, but Elvis was ridiculously handsome.

You finished and put the plate on the coffee table, stretching your legs out in front of you and casually laying them on Elvis's lap. When he thought you wouldn't see, Elvis smiled at the contact and brought a hand to run up and down your leg while he ate and watched. Then he finished, the movie came to a close and he clicked the television off.

It was just the two of you, Elvis's knee bouncing beneath you and his hand sliding up and down your skin with a soft hum on his lips. That hum, that soft note that carried through his body and sounded all sweet and gravelly, sent a certain warmth to your core. You found yourself closing your eyes and twisting your hips a little as you imagined his voice against your skin.

"Whatchu thinkin bout?" Elvis asked, and when you opened your eyes he had a mischievous grin on his face.

You licked your lips, pulling your legs to you so you could crawl to him. You placed a knee on either side of his hips and held his face in your hands.

"May I kiss you, Elvis?" You asked breathlessly.

"Always," he responded, shutting his eyes as you claimed his lips. They were plump, soft, and warm. Elvis didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, opening his jaw wide to accommodate for your warm tongue. You went slowly, caressing him with your lips to figure out what felt best in this angle.

His knee was still bouncing from under you, shaking your body, and his hands seemed completely restless. They traveled up and down your torso, quickly squeezing your boobs then touching anything nearby. He was very antsy today, more than usual.

You parted from him, breathing heavily as you said, "there's a whole lotta shaking going on, Elvis."

"Sorry baby," he said, his voice a slight groan and his fingers tightened as they slipped to your ass.

You dropped your head down and peppered hot, open kisses along his jawline and neck. Elvis groaned, still shaking beneath you.

"Now that won't do," you said with a playful pout on your lips. Your hands, which had been resting on his chest, felt the fabric of his loose tie. An idea struck. You undid it, then held it in front of Elvis's face to ask for confirmation. His eyes widened but he nodded.

While you maintained eye contact, purposefully looking into his blue eyes, you tied his wrists together. Then you lifted them and tucked them behind his head. He could easily bring his arms back down and slip from the ties, and he knew it. But instead he watched with bated breath as you slowly stripped off your clothes while on his lap. Then you went for his.

His arms made it so you couldn't fully remove his shirt, but you didn't mind. You unbuttoned it slowly, kissing each patch of exposed skin until his tanned chest was revealed to you. You couldn't help but rake your nails down his abdomen, feeling the way he shuddered under your touch.

"Please," he moaned, moving his hips to match yours. The tent in his trousers hit your thigh and it was surprisingly rock hard.

"Please what?" You said, lifting your chin and removing your hands from his body. "Use your big boy words."

“I want... Oh god”

"Elvis," you said in a singsong voice, starting to fiddle with his belt buckle. Then you dropped to his ear, "what do you need, baby?"

"I need to be inside of you," he said in one quick breath, like it pained him to say it.

You obliged, removing his belt buckle and pushing his pants down enough until his cock sprung up. It was throbbing and pink, dripping with precum. You fisted him, getting in position to guide him into you as you said, "All you had to do was ask, handsome."

It was a bit of stretch to get him inside of you, it always was. You rolled your hips until you were full to the hilt, then paused to look at Elvis. Oh you wished you had a camera.

He never looked as handsome as he did when he was having sex. His head was thrown back but you could still see his brows furrowed together and his mouth shaped in an O as breathy moans came from him. The long lines of his neck were defined by his position, his tanned chest taking deep, deep breaths as you rolled your hips. The muscles in his arms flexed, using all his mental energy to keep them there. He was being a good boy, he knew to not move his arms despite wanting to desperately touch you.

You leaned forward, hands on his shoulders to help his arms down as you started to really pick a movement. At this angle, your clit ground against his pubic bone making you moan in delight.

You rode him, slowly at first. Your hips rocked back and forth with gentle movements until it hit that moment of passion. You started to really ride him, knees aching slightly from holding you as you bounced.

Elvis glanced down and saw your breasts, audibly moaning at the sight of them bouncing combined with the feeling of being inside of you. You sped up, sweat starting to cover your body.

You were close, God you knew you were close but you wanted Elvis to come first. Snaking a hand behind you, you gingerly Elvis's balls in your hand. His moan turned into a scream as he poured inside of you and you followed him after, your body turning into complete jelly. You got off of him, legs weak as you slumped to the couch.

Elvis was taking deep breaths, eyes shut tightly as he came down from his high. He brought his hands to his lap and you quickly untied them, rubbing at his wrists for him. You kissed each of them in gratitude.

Elvis had a lazy little grin on his face as he watched you. Then he pulled you into a searing kiss. The two of you cleaned up and went to bed, Elvis falling asleep with you in his arms.

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