#especially the relationship between damian and reader

[tinybirbwrites]

Losing Control (batfam/reader)

this was part of that one idea i talked about a while ago. it’s unfinished, but i thought i’d share it anyway. small warning for language and mild violence, also attempted sexual assault but it’s not very detailed and doesn’t get very far.

tried keeping reader genderneutral, not sure if i missed anything.

hope you enjoy reading!

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The first time it happened, I got angry during training. 

Sparring with anyone from the batfamily would rarely lead to a victorious outcome—they were too experienced, too talented, too ambitious. I didn't expect to win, but a tie would be nice. And yet, I always ended up on the ground, or trapped in someone's hold. I rarely landed a hit myself, and barely managed to dodge. 

It was frustrating, and more often than not, I found myself getting angry at the guys for never giving me a chance, but mostly at myself for being so weak.

But never had I blacked out like this before.

One moment I was on the ground, pressed down by Jason's weight, the next I was standing upright and staring down at him, his chest beneath my foot. He was frantically tapping my leg, and I realized that I was pressing down on his ribs hard enough to break them.

I immediately stumbled backwards and sat down, trying to recall what had happened, while Jason groaned and sat up. He didn't seem hurt, thankfully, just out of breath and surprised.

“Well,” he said, “that one was new.”

We didn't get to talk about what happened afterwards.

It was getting late and I was on my way home when it happened again. I remember being followed and touched by three tall guys, terrified to the point of being unable to move, to defend myself. 

Next thing I knew, all three men were on the ground, knocked out with broken noses, covered in strange bite marks and scratches. I called the police and went home, scared and confused.

_

The third time it happened, Damian was yelling at me because I had made a mistake. It was on patrol, and I usually stayed back so I wouldn't get in the way, but Dick had told me I should get involved more, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to learn anything new. But of course I had made a mistake, and Damian thought it necessary to burn it into my brain. 

I loved Damian, but I hated being yelled at. The anger came easily, and next time I opened my eyes, I was being held against the wall by Bruce himself. 

“Calm down,” he said. He was using the Batman Voice, sending chills down my spine and making me go limp immediately, scared of having made him angry, and scared of what I had done this time. Was Damian okay?

Luckily, Damian was unharmed, but he looked a bit pale and kept staring at me with wide eyes. 

I told Bruce about my blackouts that night, so he took me back to the cave to run some tests.

_

“The causes are high surges of adrenaline,” Bruce stated calmly, “In other words; anger, or strong fear.”

“So I'm the Hulk now?” I scoffed, but it just turned into an exhausted sigh. Bruce had taken some of my blood and insisted on doing the tests now instead of waiting until tomorrow. I was about ready to pass out.

“I want to see the effects up close in a safe environment. Only that way will I be able to tell what's happening to your body.” Bruce was already walking towards a platform with a big cell made out of see-through, bulletproof glass. 

“Can this wait until tomorrow? Please?” He stopped and looked back at me with a frown. “I know this is important, but I really need some sleep, and I don't even know if I can make it happen on command.”

He considered me for a long moment, making me squirm under his piercing gaze, before he finally nodded. “Go.”

_

“Damian?” I whispered, lightly knocking on his door. He had been sent away to bed early, leaving before I could apologize for what had happened. “Are you awake?”

The door unlocked, so I slowly opened it. Damian was already back on his bed, lying down with his back leaning against the headrest, arms crossed. He avoided my gaze, stubbornly staring at his feet instead.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, unsure where I stood with him right now. Was he angry? Upset? Scared? 

“Damian,” I started cautiously, “I'm sorry. I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Wasn't scared,” he mumbled. 

I couldn't help but smile. “Okay. But it's alright to be scared, you know that, right?”

He just gave a grunt. 

“You also know I love you, yes? And that I'd never want to hurt you?”

He pulled his legs closer to his chest, turning his head away more. I could see his embarrassed pout before he could hide it. 

“Damian?” I pushed gently. He let out a breath through his nose and mumbled something incoherent.

I slowly sat down on his bed near his feet. “What did you say? I didn't catch that.”

“I said,” he sighed, talking louder and more clearly, but still not looking at me, “that it's me who keeps hurting you. I knew that, but I didn't really see how much I hurt you until earlier today.”

He looked at me then, eyes full of shame, “I do not understand how you can still care about me.”

I was taken aback by his genuine words, as I was so used to his harsh shell. He rarely showed any softness or openness to anyone, aside maybe from Richard. I lifted a hand to gently cup his cheek, and he leaned into my touch like a cat.

“You're complicated to get along with, I'll give you that,” I said, “But I can see your heart, Damian. And I want to keep it safe. I know you don't always mean what you say, and no matter how much some things hurt, I will always care about you.”

He frowned, giving a thoughtful hum. “So you're just going to take the beating?”

I sighed. “Well, I don't want to, but what am I supposed to do? Yell at you? Besides, you don't always want me getting all emotional like right now. If I don't want to lose you, I'll just have to roll with the punches and deal with it and not take it personally.”

Damian gave a huff, then started shuffling around and pulling at my arm until I was lying down with him, letting him curl up in my arms and press his face against my collarbone.

“I will… try… to be less… harsh,” he muttered into my shirt. “I... don't want to lose you, either.”

_

“High adrenaline surge caused by anger is the initial trigger. It seems a part of their brain falls asleep, but the rest stays active, controlled by an unknown force that has yet to be understood. Physical changes are getting more apparent the longer they stay in that state. Increased length and sharpness of teeth, especially the canines. Aggressive behavior, borderline animalistic. No usage of vocabulary, only hissing, growling and snarling. The skin on both hands and arms starts turning dark black after one minute, and after three, the same happens to the eye whites, gums and tongue. It’s like tar slowly seeping out from every pore, covering what’s underneath.”

Bruce's notes were highly concerning, to say the least. He had kept a close eye on me the whole week, until, inevitably, I got angry during training yet again. He put me inside the cell and observed for twenty minutes, before getting me to calm down.

‘Getting me to calm down’ meant he sent Dick to make cooing noises at me until he got close enough to give me a hug. Miraculously, it worked wonders.

_

“You guys want me to listen to ASMR the whole day? So I won't get angry anymore? You do know that's not how it works, right?”

Bruce had invented a device that could comfortably be worn on my person, monitoring my vitals and sending a distress signal to the closest member of the batfamily in case my adrenaline got to critical levels again. Meanwhile, the boys had apparently unanimously agreed on a strategy on how to keep me calm, meaning they had put together a playlist with ASMR and calming ambience videos for me to listen to whenever I could feel my blood pressure starting to rise. 

It was really sweet, but whether it was actually going to work was a whole nother question entirely. 

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Jason shrugged, then grimaced at his own words. “Fuck’s sake, I sound like Alfred.”

_

Dick and I were on an undercover mission. It was a small one, just for one night, in which we'd have to do our best to get some information out of Subject A, a thirty year old rich woman in a red dress and big red hat, and Subject B, the owner of a big company and the husband of Subject A. 

Both were insufferable, absolutely the worst. Dick was a natural at being charming and disarming, so he had no problems with talking to either subject, though I could tell by the way he would clench his jaw whenever he smiled that he was just as annoyed as I was.

Me, on the other hand, could not stand another minute in the same room as either of those two. So I told Dick I would be getting some fresh air.

And because I had the best luck in the world, some lonely rich guy followed me outside and kept talking to me, and kept creeping closer to me until he was fully in my personal bubble, completely unprompted. 

“Oh, you look cold,” he said, and because apparently he thought he had the right to touch me, wrapped an arm around my waist to press me closer to his side, “Maybe we should go back inside? Or maybe I could bring you home, hmm? You seem lonely, like me.”

Everything about this guy was creeping me out. He smelled so heavily of cologne that I wanted to gag, and he kept breathing into my face. 

“I would very much like to be alone, to be honest,” I pressed out between clenched teeth, already feeling the familiar pounding in my head. “I did not give you any permission to touch me like this, so please, kindly back off, sir—now.”

He was murmuring something about reading my body language and subtext and getting clear signals of sexual interest, but I could hardly even hear him anymore over the pounding in my ears, my vision already fading more and more into black, as my adrenaline started to rise. 

Then, suddenly, the man was being pulled away. Then I was being maneuvered to a more secluded part of the outside area, somewhere out of sight, and Dick was standing in front of me. He was holding me by the shoulders, gently squeezing and closely watching my eyes. 

He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. I could feel my teeth sharpen, a growl rising from my throat, hands clenching and nails slowly growing into claws. 

I wanted to find that disgusting piece of shit and rip his eyes out. I wanted to cut off his prick and feed it to him until he would choke to death—

Then Dick was holding my face with both hands, leaning closer until our noses were almost touching. I could hear him now, gently shushing me like a parent would to calm their crying baby. His familiar scent surrounded me, filling my senses, calming me. I relaxed a little. My anger was not directed at Dick. I knew I was safe with him.

Then he let go of me to search his pockets, quickly pulling out his phone and putting his earbuds in my ears. A few seconds later, the sounds of rain droned out the rising violence in my mind, making the back of my head tingle and the hot anger boiling in my chest die down until my physical transformation went away as well.

I sagged against Dick's chest, feeling tired all of a sudden. I waited a little longer, relinquishing the feel of relief and calm washing over me, while Dick wrapped his arms around me to stroke one hand over my back, the other holding me closer to his chest by my neck. 

Eventually, I pulled the earbuds out and gave them back to him. I sighed, “I hate that I'm a ticking time bomb. You can't always be there to make sure I don't go off.”

“I don’t mind,” Dick said, helping me stand up. “That’s what family’s for, right? We got your back. With B’s device, there will always be someone there to help you out. If not, you can always call, no matter what time it is or where you are. If all else fails, you know what to do to help yourself.”

I let myself lean against him for a few moments longer, enjoying the comfort he brought, before straightening myself up with a sigh. “Thanks, Dick. I guess… let’s finish up here, huh?”

He grinned. “That’s the spirit!”

#batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #reader insert #x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #its all kept platonic/familial #especially the relationship between damian and reader #i love when reader acts as a parental figure towards damian #its very sweet #monster reader #genderneutral reader

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Hey, can you write part 2 of got your back where reader started to have feelings for Damian and she was scared of him not feeling the same until he cashed in and won the title and found her and kissed her

~~~𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~~~

pt 2. of “Got your back”

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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?😏𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍…𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅<𝟑𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇…𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕.

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“I got your back”

Damian chuckles, the sound going through y/n ears and making her feel some type of way as they still stand in the ring, in front of the crowd. “I got yours too.” Damian nods.

Y/n stares up at him and smiles.

Their friendship had gotten stronger. They were always together and unlike The Judgment Day, y/n never blamed Damian for any match that he accidentally would cost her. At the end of the day, it matters when you try. And Damian did try. He made sure to rekindle their friendship that he had dropped for The JD and made sure to keep his promises. Which was a lot.

Unfortunately for y/n, that cost her something.

She didn’t want it to happen knowing that he would never look at her the way she looked at him. Feelings were never supposed to be involved between two old friends who rekindled their friendship.

But it did.

Especially with how hard Damian tried. He did everything just right for her. He made and kept promises, he paid for her when he didn’t have to, he was there for her when she had gotten out of her relationship, and he was everything he said he promised he’d be.

She fell for that. She fell hard. Yet, she knew that he would never give those feelings back.

“Y/n…” Becky blinks as she stares at y/n who is sitting on a chair and staring off. Becky follows her eye sight and sees exactly what her friend is staring at that and she shakes her head, “oh y/n…”

Y/n narrows her eyes as she watches Damian let out a laugh. In front of him, Cathy Kelly was staring up at him with a smile, watching him laugh. One con about catching feelings for a friend was always being jealous. Whether that be him talking to a female or simply acknowledge one. Either way, it was how y/n brain works with her feelings for him.

Did she like it? fuck no.

“What?” Y/n snapped her eyes away from Damian and Cathy, looking at Becky who stares at her amused. “Stop looking at me like that…”

“When will you just fess up and tell him? Hmm?” Becky questions, “cause the way I see it, you are slowly losing your chances as the days go by.”

Y/n glances back at Damian who looks over at her and sends a wink then looks back at Cathy. “He doesn’t like me back…” y/n sighs.

“did he tell you that?” Becky raises an eyebrow.

Y/n stays silent as she looks at Becky then back at Damian then right back at Becky, shaking her head. “No…”

“Exactly which is why you should talk to him and tell him exactly how you feel.” Becky encourages softly.

Y/n shakes her head immediately, “absolutely not.”

“Y/n…” Becky sighs.

“No.” Y/n shakes her head fast, “no no no.”

Becky watches her amuse and shakes her head, “such a child…” Becky mumbles as she walks away from y/n who looks after her, offensive.

“Am not.” Y/n huffs.

“Am not what?” Damian comes up from behind her.

“Am I a child?” Y/n looks up at Damian who finds a smile crossing his face.

“When you want to be, yes.” Damian nods, “here and there.”

“oh shut the hell up.” Y/n rolls her eyes as she shoves Damian away from her with a smile.

Damian chuckles, “Anywayss…” he said, making Y/n give him her full attention. “Today Finn has a match with Seth for his title. Think I should cash in?” Damian asks.

Y/n ponders for a moment as she stares off, thinking. Damian stays quiet as he watches her get into thought. In order for her to really get her answer, she needs quiet and to stare off and he is willing to give her that. While doing so, he stares at her. Admiring her features as she narrows her eyes.

Anything that Damian wanted to do, he always made sure it was ok with y/n. To him, y/n knew what’s best. That’s what he adored about her. Anything that she gave a yes to, always worked out in the end.

“Yes.” Y/n nods with a smile as she looks up at him, catching Damian already staring at her, making her blush.

Damian stares at her in shock. This was the first yes that he got from her that involved his briefcase. “Why today?” He finds himself asking.

“Are you questioning my super intuitions?” Y/n raises an eyebrow to which Damian chuckles and shakes her head.

“No señorita I am not.” Damian raises his hands up in defense.

“I’m not married.” Y/n snorts.

“Yet.” Damian mumbles.

Y/n snaps her head up and looks at him in shocked, “what’d you say?”

Damian raises an eyebrow and slowly walks back, “I said that I got to get ready. His match is up.”

Y/n watches Damian walk away.

•••

“Holy shit…” y/n stares at the screen with Becky by her side as they watch Damian run down the ramp after the match between Finn and Seth, for the World Heavyweight Championship, ended. Finn winning, Damian took it upon himself to do it.

He always listened to Y/n and he hopes that this could be one of the good yes’s that come out from her.

“He’s doing it…” Becky smirks over at Y/n as they watch the announcer, announce Damian is cashing in. Becky feels y/n slowly start tapping her as they watch Finn try and get himself up only for Damian to get him and hit his finisher. “NO WAY! NO WAY!” Y/n is jumping up and down as they watch Damian pin Finn and catch the win.

Y/n screams in excitement as she jumps up and down while tapping Becky multiple times, “HE FUCKING DID IT! HE FUCKING DID IT!”

•••

Damian did it. Damian stares at the Heavyweight Championship as it’s presented in front of him. He grabs it and stands up, holding that title high and proud.

“NO!” He hears Rhea’s voice and he quickly gets out the ring as his old teammates rush in to grab him.

Damian walks away and holds the title close with a smirk, “I’m your champ now!” Damian points to himself, “we’re coming for you.” Damian points at Rhea who stares at him with fury.

Didn’t take a genius to know who he meant. Everybody knows. Everybody knows.

Damian had multiple feelings coursing through him. Two of them being adrenaline and daring.

Once Damian had made his way backstage, he had stormed away from all the cameras and interviewers.

Daring Damian was never up to no good. To other people that was. To y/n, it was almost amusing. How one simple thing can make him want to do more and more.

This daring was the more and more. It could cost more than him losing the match if he did. He was prepared though.

Y/n smiles as she turn towards Becky, oblivious to the figure that’s picking up his pace with longer strides once he spots her. Becky notices though and smiles at y/n, “i’ll catch you later.” She said before rushing away, leaving y/n confused.

“Girl.” Y/n says.

“Y/n.” Damian voice cuts through the air, making her turn around and immediately give him a smile.

“Oh my god! I’m so proud of yo- mmm.” Y/n words are swallowed as she is caught in a kiss by Damian who holds her face with one hand and keeps a grip on the title with the other.

Y/n is shocked for a moment. This was the most unexpected things to ever happen. Did she enjoy it though? Absolutely. She had gotten over her shock and immediately returns to kisses with much more passion.

They stand there, kissing, ignoring everything and everyone around them. To them, it was just them two in this place.

Damian slowly pulls away and smiles, “Let’s go.”

Y/n stares up at him, breathless. “Where…”

“Anywhere that’s just us. Me and you against the world cariño.”

#wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe x reader #wwe one shot #wwe superstars #wwe judgement day #damian priest #damian priest imagine #damian priest x reader #wwe damian priest #damianpriest

[fan-fantasies]

Whisper Sweet Nothings

A/N: this one won the vote so here ya go! Probably not quite what everyone imagined 😂

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Warnings: teasing, oral (f receiving), choking, good old game of strip wrestling, mentions of using a strap

Part Two

“You ready, darling?” Rhea asked, fixing up the details of her gear.

You were the newest member of Judgement Day and it was your first live appearance with them. You were nervous but you trusted all of them to take care of you.

“I’m ready,” you nodded, taking a deep breath.

While you were new to JD, you were not new in the WWE universe, and you were no stranger to Rhea. You weren’t best friends, but you had a playful backstage relationship and you were excited to get to work with her. Plus, it didn’t hurt she was pretty easy on the eyes.

“And her opponent, accompanied by the members of The Judgement Day… (your ring name)!”

You all stepped out onto the ramp and people booed. You put on your best sinister smile as you stared down your opponent in the ring.

Rhea leaned down to whisper in your ear like she does with Dom.

“You’ve got this, pretty girl. Easy win,” she said. You tried not to let the fact she called you pretty get to your head but it did give you an extra boost of confidence that allowed you the edge to win your match.

The crowd seemed to accept you as the newest member and you were glad. They especially loved your connection with Rhea. They loved when she was flirtatious and she loved to direct that energy toward you. You did your best to give it back, but you hated to admit that she made you flustered.

Summer Slam was just around the corner and you all decided to train a bit harder than usual. Rhea insisted on training with you so you could both learn from one another. It was more distracting than helpful, having her hands on your body so often.

“You okay, babe? You seemed distracted today,” she commented after your workout.

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Just haven’t been sleeping well is all,” you lied.

“I must not be working you hard enough then; let me know if you ever need me to come over and tire you out,” she said with a wink. Your eyes widened as the implication of her words sunk in. She walked away with a smirk on her face, leaving you speechless.

Her teasing continued in the days leading to the pay-per-view. You were tense, wanting an outlet for your frustration.

“We’re up next, let’s go!” Damian yelled, waiting to go on the ramp. You hurried to his side with Rhea hot on your heels.

“Calm down, we’re ready,” she scoffed, throwing an arm around you.

“If you two weren’t busy making out, we wouldn’t almost be late,” Finn said jokingly.

“We were not,” you retorted. He just rolled his eyes as your theme music came on.

You did your entrance as usual, Rhea coming up behind you and leaning down. You were expecting her usual simple comments but you were taken by surprise.

“Trust me, if we had been making out, we wouldn’t be out here right now. I’d still be between your legs making you scream my name,” she whispered. You had to use every ounce of self control to keep from reacting, your normal sadistic smirk struggling to stay on your face.

Your mind was spinning so fast you almost missed your line. You had to focus extra hard just to finish the segment.

Rhea kept an arm around you the entire time and held you tight against her. Every time you dared to look at her you found she was already looking at you. Her piercing blue eyes sent chills down your spine.

A match was announced for Summer Slam for the women’s tag team championship with you and Rhea competing. Once the bit had ended you rushed backstage to collect your thoughts.

She was just joking with you, right? She hadn't really been thinking about doing…that…with you. Had she?

“Great segment, love. Training tomorrow at 9?” She asked, sneaking up behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of her voice.

“Y-yeah, that works,” you stuttered.

“You okay, babe? You seem tense,” she said, putting her hands on your shoulders. She began to massage them gently but it didn’t help your nerves.

“Never better; I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said, hurrying away.

You didn’t sleep well that night, worried about training with Rhea. You tried not to let your feelings come to the surface, but she was making it difficult with her lingering touches and tempting whispers.

The following morning you had an extra cup of coffee and made your way to the training area. It seemed as if you were the first one there, even beating Rhea.

You took the opportunity to stretch first, trying to loosen yourself up. You tried to get your mind into the right headspace and didn’t even notice the door opening and closing.

You jumped when you felt hands on your hips.

“Need some help warming up?” The accented voice asked from behind you.

“Jesus, Rhea! You gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, sweetheart; I did say hello when I walked in. Seems like your mind was somewhere else though,” she said with a hint of a smirk.

“Wonder why that is,” you mumbled, going back to your stretching.

She stood across from you and began stretching as well. You tried not to look at her but you couldn’t help it; she was way too gorgeous.

“I was thinking we could spar today,” she suggested, looking at you up and down.

“Sounds good to me,” you shrugged. You and Rhea had very different styles so it was beneficial to go up against one another.

The first couple rounds she took it easy on you and you could tell which only frustrated you more. You tried your best to get the upper hand but to no avail. Eventually, she pinned you, throwing your legs over her shoulders and grinding her hips into your ass as was her infamous pinning style.

“Are you even trying?” She asked, letting you up.

“Of course I’m trying!” You argued.

“How about we raise the stakes a bit, hm?”

“What did you have in mind?” You asked.

“For every pin, you take off a piece of clothing,” she answered. You must’ve misheard her.

“You can’t be serious; anyone could walk in!”

“I booked it just for us for the next hour. No one’s going to interrupt,” she replied. You thought it over for a minute- why the hell not? Worst case she gets some more material to tease you with.

“Fine, you’re on.”

“Really? I’m surprised you agreed,” she chuckled.

“Why’s that?”

“You always seem so uptight is all,” she said.

“I’m not uptight!” You shrieked. How dare she?

“Really? What is it then? Do I make you nervous?” She asked, stalking toward you. You swallowed hard and tried to stand tall.

“No, no you don’t,” you lied.

“Then let’s go.”

She looked at you like a predator looks at their prey before digging in. You squared up and you were determined to win. You fought harder than before, finding strength deep within. You wanted to prove yourself.

You finally got behind her and rolled her into a pin. It wasn’t the best but it did the trick.

“So do I get to pick what you take off?” You smirked. She rolled her eyes and took off her shirt leaving her in her sports bra. It was nothing new- sometimes she would workout in just that.

She quickly rushed at you, taking you off guard. She folded you in half, pinning your shoulders in under a minute.

“Don’t let yourself get distracted.”

You threw your shirt out of the ring and shook it off. If that’s how she wanted to play then so be it.

You pulled out all of your best moves but she was stronger and got the upper hand. She pinned you again and pointed to your leggings.

“Need any help getting them off?” She said with a smirk.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you mumbled angrily. You were left in your bra and underwear.

“That’s fine; I’ll take the next ones off with my teeth.” Her words set your core on fire, but you couldn’t let her play mind games with you.

You faked her out so you could run to the opposite side and climb the ropes. You jumped off without thinking, your legs landing over her shoulders. Your goal was to take her down, but she caught you easily. She looked up at you from between your thighs and you knew you were in trouble.

“Rhea, no!” You shouted before she slammed you to the mat. Your body bounced once before she was pinning you down.

“Decisions, decisions,” she said, running a finger down the length of your body, snagging on your panties and snapping them back.

You couldn’t move; one- because you were still reeling from that slam and two- because you were nervous now.

“My socks!” You said, remembering they technically counted.

“You’re no fun,” she sighed. “Next one, these are mine.” She grabbed your ass before pulling on your panties.

“If you get that far,” you snapped. She started to reply but you attacked her. You threw out every move you knew and eventually had her on her back. You resorted to sitting on her chest and finally pinned her.

“Pants. Now.”

“Sheesh, you’re bossy when you want something,” she sighed. She took off her pants and threw them at you, taking the distraction to rush you. You dodged her attack, however, and were the one on the offensive.

After minutes of back and forth, you were starting to fall behind. You managed to trip her, not your finest moment, but it allowed you to set up your finisher.

You pinned her with a victorious smile on your face. She scowled at you but wasted no time in pulling off her bra. Your jaw dropped at the sight before you. You certainly didn’t think this through- how could you focus now??

The answer was: you couldn’t. Rhea grabbed you and easily picked you up. She threw you on the ropes and when you bounced off she clotheslined you. She didn’t even bother pinning you, she just yanked off your underwear.

“Hey-“ you were cut off by her lips on yours. The kiss feverish and long overdue. You surrendered to her without a challenge, letting her hands roam your body. You pawed at her underwear, hinting for her to take them off.

“Nah, not so fast. You haven’t earned that yet,” she chuckled. You started to pout and she wrapped a hand around your throat. “You think you deserve my pussy?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Poor baby,” she sighed. “Don’t worry, love. You’ll get it. I’ve just been dying to taste you and I can’t wait.”

Her hand left your throat and she wrapped them around your thighs, pulling them open. She sunk down between them and licked her lips.

“I can see how wet you are and I haven’t even done anything,” she chuckled. “Or do you just like it that much when I throw you around?”

You didn’t answer so she slapped your cunt.

“Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, I like it when you throw me around,” you said.

“Thought so,” she said before turning back to your pussy. She licked a thick strip up your center before focusing her attack on your clit. She had your head spinning and she had barely even begun.

Her fingers were digging into your hips as she held you in place. She ate you like a woman starved. No one had ever made you feel like that before and it had you chasing your high within minutes.

She circled your clit with her tongue before dipping it into you and fucking you with it. You started to grind your face against her and she moaned. She went back to sucking on your clit and it was enough to send you over the edge.

Her name spilled from your lips effortlessly, praising her over and over again. She slowed down, licking through your folds one more time before pulling away.

“Fuck, I wish I had my strap with me. I’d fucking destroy you,” she chuckled, watching you come undone before her. “Maybe that’ll be your reward if we win on Saturday. How does that sound?”

She crawled back up your body and kissed you. She bit down on your lip making you whimper.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, that sounds good. Please,” you begged.

“Such a good girl for Mami,” she smiled sweetly. She sat up and pulled her underwear off. “I think you’ve earned this now.”

She sat back and you eagerly laid down in front of her. You got comfortable before teasing your tongue through her folds. You were gentle, barely even touching her. You knew it would piss her off, and you were right.

“We’re not gonna play this game, love,” she growled before fisting a hand in your hair. She pulled you flush with her pussy and began to fuck herself against your face. You lapped at her pussy greedily and you had her a moaning mess almost instantly.

She slowed down and let you take the lead but didn’t loosen her grip on your hair.

You toyed with her clit before dipping into her entrance.

“Fuck, love. You’re doing such a good job,” she moaned. “You like when Mami fucks herself on your tongue?”

“Fuck, yes,” you answered eagerly.

She began to move her hips again in rhythm with your movements. She threw her head back and let herself get lost in the moment. Before you knew it, she was cumming on your tongue. You let her fuck your face as long as she needed to ride out your high. Plus, your name on her lips sounded too good to stop.

When she finally released you, you quickly crawled into her lap and pulled her in for a kiss. The taste of the both of you danced on your tongues. You were grinding on her lap and it made her laugh.

“Such a desperate little thing,” she teased. “I think our time is almost up, how about we take this back to my room?”

You simply nodded before throwing your clothes back on as quickly as possible. Rhea led you back to her room where she proved just how much you loved her throwing you around.

Saturday night came along rather quick, the crowd booing as your entrance played. You stood at the top of the ramp next to Rhea as she leaned down per usual.

“Just remember what your reward is if we win.”

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[markliving]

A KISS HEALS EVERYTHING

pairing: jason tood x reader

warnings: just fluff, mention of injuries but it's all fine. english is not my first language, so sorry if this have some errors

word count: 1076

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Jason was a strong man, not only because he was a tall person, but also because of everything he went through in his 23 years. However, it was strong, but not unbeatable. He had discovered this a long time ago, but he still preferred to pretend that nothing had happened, especially this time.

Alfred, however, upon receiving him last night with an open wound, considered serious, and several bruises on his body, made the young man spend the night at the mansion and called you, letting you know that your boyfriend, this time, was not returning to home and asked if you could stop by the mansion in the morning.

The morning after the incident, you entered the doors of the huge mansion, greeted by the butler and a small smile coming from the man. He knew that sooner or later you would arrive, after all, it was like that every time, and it was the only way he found to leave Jason, in some way, quiet.

Damian, who was sitting on the huge sofa in the living room, caressing Titus, after doing a trick that the boy was teaching him, smiled mischievously when he saw you. You were one of the few people that, apparently, he liked, leaving the other brothers a little jealous with the relationship that the two of you created in such a short time, which at first, according to Damian, was just to make fun of his older brother’s, but it became a brother and sister relationship between the two of you.

“Jason again, huh?” you stopped walking as soon as you heard the boy's voice and turned towards him, smiling. “I still wonder every day what it was you saw in him.”

“Love is something misunderstood” you replied, earning a laugh from the other.

You climbed the huge stairs, which led to the top floor, turned to the left side as soon as you reached the top, where there were the rooms of those who lived in the house and also those who had already left, but who were left exactly the way they came out. You went through the first door, which you knew was Tim's, and entered the second one, right next door.

The room was completely dark, the curtains closed, no lamps on, or cell phone lights. It was after ten in the morning, from what you remembered, and if you knew well, at that time Jason would be disturbing someone, you in this case, normally. Apparently Alfred had given him something strong.

“Jason” you called, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge. Now, accustomed to the darkness, you noticed that the man slept without his top on, showing the bandage around his stomach.

You had seen him like this several times, hurt, and every time it was heartbreaking. When you met the man, when he was still Robin, at school, you knew that despite his rogue appearance, Jason had a good heart. And as time passed, and he hadn't been kind to the boy at all, it only helped to confirm what you already thought.

“Jason” you called a little louder, receiving a groan of dissatisfaction from him.

You touched Jason's foot, about to shake it, but you were startled, as was Jason, who jumped when he felt a cold hand touch his foot.

“I thought you died” you commented, mocking the boy and mentally cursing him for the scare he had given you.

“Look who's talking, your hand looks just like one of them” he replied, shifting, sitting, in a position that didn't hurt his abdomen so much.

The night had been long. After spending more than an hour in the cave with Alfred patching him up and receiving a big lecture about how irresponsible he had been on patrol not only by the butler, but also by Bruce, who was looking at the scene in a bit of despair — he needed a very strong painkiller to get it close your eyes and sleep for a few hours, but you didn't count on Alfred calling you for some reason.

“Very funny you.” He showed his tongue. “How are you?” you asked him, worried.

Jason looked down at the bandages on his torso. He wishes he could say that he was used to bruises and the pain he felt, but it was a lie. It seemed that after the Lazarus pit, even though he had gained some resistance, each cut hurt more, not just physical pain, but mental pain, which as time went by was getting better.

"It doesn't hurt that much, I think the medicine is still working." He shrugged.

You climbed completely onto the bed and sat next to him, analyzing his features face to face. You knew it hurt like hell and that he just wanted to maintain his tough-guy pose, but you didn't care, after all, he was right there in front of you.

You were scared to death that one day, just like a few years ago, he would leave, and that feeling, which resided in your heart at times, only left when you heard Jason's voice in front of you, saying that he was fine and that Soon he would be home. But every time you get a call from a family member in the middle of the night, you're pretty sure your heart misses a few beats, and not in a good way.

“I'm sorry” Jason whispered, noticing the melancholy that surrounded you. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you.” He placed one of his hands on his cheek, stroking the area in the form of comfort, receiving a smile in return.

“It's good to know you're okay, I almost had a meltdown when Alfred called me” you said, taking his free hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.

The two of you spent a few minutes looking at each other, trapped in your own thoughts, until Jason spoke again.

“You know... there's a place that's still hurting a lot.” He pouted, putting his plan into action, he knew that a real smile was about to leave your's lips.

“Where?” you frowned, starting to worry a little more.

“Here.” Without letting go of your hand, he brought your hand to his lips.

As soon as you realized what his deal was, you laughed out loud.

“Do you want a kiss to get better faster?” you asked and received a quick yes from Jason.

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[smartycvnt]

Let Her Go

Title: Let Her Go

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Prompts: "Can I have a hug?" + "Oh sweetheart, come here."

Word Count: 1330

Ash stared at the pack of cigarettes laying on the groud next to her. She had quit a long time ago, back whenever she started training seriously. There had been worse vices that Ash had fought through, but these were always the gateway back to them. Ash should have thrown them away immediately after buying them, but something had stopped her.

The past few weeks had been rough, but Ash preveiled through them. She just wasn't so sure how much longer she could do that anymore. Wrestling wasn't what it used to be for her. WWE had sucked all of the fun out of it. They had fired their old punching bags, so they made a joke of her career.

"I thought I'd find you out here," Damian said as he stepped out of the side door. Rhea, Dom, and Finn were right behind him. Ash smiled up at them, but Rhea could see that it wasn't a real smile. Things between them had been a bit strained, but Rhea still cared about Ash more than she did anybody else.

"It was crowded in there," Ash lied. She had snuck away when everybody else was busy somewhere else. She had been completely alone for the majority of the time that she'd been waiting backstage. "I didn't want to leave and miss the main event."

"Eh, it's just those bozos in a tag match," Rhea said as she sat down next to Ash. Damian and Finn huffed at the insult, but didn't argue against it.

"Why don't we go back inside boys? I think we need to strategize," Dom suggested. Damian shot Ash one last look before he followed Finn and Dom inside. Rhea watched the two of them curiously for a moment. There had always been rumors about something going on between Ash and Damian, but Rhea had always chalked it down to people being bored backstage.

"How long has that been going on?" Rhea asked. She tried to push down her own feeling of betrayal. Her two best friends being in a relationship should have been something that she knew about, but if Ash and Damian didn't want to tell Rhea, there was nothing to be done about it.

"Don't worry, it ended the same week it started. Nothing to run home crying about," Ash said.

"If it's not a breakup, then what's going on with you?" Rhea asked. She had been noticing Ash acting weird for a long time, but she didn't get it. They had finally made it like they used to fantasize about on the indies.

"In a way, it kind of is like a breakup. I used to be so excited to come to work, but they've screwed me. This feels like torture some days and I just want to run away from it all, but I can't. I know that I'm heading to the chopping block, but after that, I don't think that I want to try again," Ash confessed. Rhea's face fell as she thought about having to do this without Ash at her side.

"No, you can't quit on me!" Rhea yelled angrily. Ash flinched at the sudden outburst. Rhea was on top of the world, so Ash didn't expect her to understand where she was coming from. Rhea had never been kicked down like Ash had. Every single one of Rhea's losses had led her towards something even bigger, unlike Ash, who had been kicked to the very bottom of the food chain the second that she lost her title.

"You don't get it, but I don't expect you to. Things don't work out for me the way that they do for you, and that's okay." Ash seemed completely fine with giving everything up, and that infuriated Rhea to no end. Ash had always been the passionate one between the two of them, especially when it came to wrestling. In a lot of ways, Ash had gotten Rhea into wrestling in the first place. Rhea didn't feel right living out Ash's dream.

There didn't seem to be anything for Rhea to say that could convince Ash to stay. They started to avoid each other a little more, which didn't go unnoticed by the rest of The Judgement Day. Damian and Finn seemed to know what was going on with Ash, but Dom was in the dark. He had heard Rhea's side of things about Ash giving up and not caring anymore. Dom was confused, especially since it was very obvious that Ash was suffering the most from the separation, directly contradicting Rhea's words.

March couldn't have come fast enough for Ash, but it came far too quickly for Rhea's liking. Finn knew exactly what was coming, so he made sure to be by Ash's side when the call came in. He knew that it wasn't the same as Rhea being there, but the texts from Dom and Damian told him that Rhea was a complete mess about Ash being let go.

"It doesn't feel as freeing as I would have hoped," Ash mumbled. The tears had come fairly quickly after that. Finn hated seeing someone who he had come to care for hurting so badly. His lips pressed together in a thin line as he tried to think of a way to comfort Ash. He had never felt like he was good at that sort of thing.

"Can I get you anything?" Finn asked her.

"I know this isn't your thing, but can I have a hug?" Ash asked. She looked up at him with glassy eyes, looking like a hurt puppy. Finn nodded as he moved towards her.

"Of course," Finn said. He wrapped his arms around Ash and held her as she cried for what seemed like hours. He had seen this before in some of his other friends. People came to WWE looking to see their dreams through, but it rarely ever ended up that way. Their failures weren't always their own faults. Most of the time, it was something out of their control. For Ash, there didn't seem to be a real reasoning behind her being pushed to the very back after being on the brink of stardom.

Ash contemplated her next moves. A break from wrestling was the first step, but a part of her wanted to try again when it was all done and over with. She could rest her body for a little while before she started training for her comeback. Nobody had contacted her yet, but it was still early in her release. She wasn't exactly someone who expected the calls to start coming in immediately.

"I'll get it," Finn said as he pulled away from Ash to answer the door. The door had barely opened up a little before Rhea came barreling through the entryway.

"Can you give us a minute?" Rhea asked. Finn nodded and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. "I don't want you to leave. You're gonna go somewhere far away, and I'll never get to see you again. Please, I want you to stay here. I'm going to miss you and I don't know what to do about it."

"Oh sweetheart, come here." Ash hadn't even finished her sentence before Rhea was rushing over towards her. If it wasn't for the couch being against the wall, Ash was certain that it would have tipped from the force of Rhea coming towards her. Ash wrapped her arms around the back of Rhea's neck as tightly as she could without choking her.

"I've been an ass, but I want you around. Do you still want to be around me?" Rhea asked her.

"Always, and no matter where I go, I'll always be a phone call away," Ash said. Rhea seemed to relax a little at that, but it was obvious that she was still extremely upset over Ash leaving WWE. Ash just hoped that Rhea would accept it when the time for her to debut somewhere else came around.

#rhea ripley x reader #my writing #one shot #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #wwe

[igncrxntripley]

headcanons - TJD’s secret weapon and damian

synopsis: he may be known as the punisher, but he’s her protector; what does the relationship look like between the secret weapon and damian priest?

tags: brief mention of NSFW 18+ content, fem!reader, poly!judgement day

A/N: the last of these headcanons AHHHHH!!!!! as a damian girl i was a little too excited for this

mentions: @babybatlover​ @ripleyswhore​

he may have been known as ‘the punisher’ in a ring, but when it came to his partners damian is the complete opposite

damian has been training y/n since she joined the judgement day and is the most protective of her

if no one else is able to be at ringside with her, damian will always be there

y/n loves to latch to damian like a koala bear so he can carry her around - and he happily obliges; her face fits perfectly on his shoulder and her legs lock around his waist like a chain

damian is the cuddler of the fivesome, especially when it means holding his girls in bed or on the couch

he’s simply accepted the fact that his clothes now also belong to y/n - but he isn’t complaining because he loves the way she looks in his shirts

if someone talks shit about y/n then damian is the first one to speak up

“i’m going to give you three seconds to repeat what you just said before i rip you into a thousand pieces for talking about her like that”

he’s not afraid to throw a punch to defend her if he needs to

whatever y/n wants, damian will get her - it could be something as small as a snack, or letting her paint his nails, or helping her bake in the kitchen for their other four partners

damian loves speaking and teaching spanish to y/n and has started using spanish pet names with her; hermosa, princesa, and amor are the main three while also incorporating their english meanings

y/n loves to call him papi just to see damian’s reaction - dominik pouts when he hears that though and also asks to be called papi which y/n teases him for

“why don’t you call me that?”

“don’t you have somewhere to be, dom?”

in bed? damian is super gentle and likes to make y/n feel special and pretty...but he can also flip a switch and will absolutely ruin y/n

overall, damian’s main priority besides his career is his partners; while he loves each and every one of them individually, y/n is the princess 

each partner feels the same though let’s be real

#wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe the judgement day #wwe the judgement day imagine #wwe the judgement day headcanons #damian priest #damian priest x reader #damian preist imagine #damian priest headcanons #{:their secret weapon:} #{:headcanons:} #{:damian priest:}

[itsthegayseason]

✦ YOU BELONG TO ME.

pairing — janis 'imi'ke x reader

word count — 1.6k

content — established relationship, jealous janis, she/her reader, petname (baby + princess + love), SMUT, little bit of praising kink, fingering and little bit of oral (reader receiving)

a/n — not my best work at all i'm so sleep deprived it's not funny anymore i need to sleep for 72 hours straight

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you and janis have been dating for a few months now. she watches impatiently with her arms crossed as you talk to your classmate against the lockers. she takes note of how he looks at you, and she doesn't like it a little bit. damian and cady exchange knowing glances, staying quiet as they watch the scene unfold. janis is practically fuming with anger and jealousy when he steps closer to you, brushing a strand of your hair from your face, his hand lingering against your cheek for way too long — according to janis. you're clueless to the oblivious flirting and the furious gaze of your girlfriend, smiling and laughing at his jokes. it's only when he grabs your waist to pull you closer that you think this might not be what you thought it was.

“uh-oh.” damian says quietly to cady when janis storms over to you, stealing some looks from the students around. you don't notice your angry girlfriend approaching, jumping when she wraps her arm around your waist, gripping you tightly and pulling your body against hers. she glares at your classmate and you're embarrassed to say you got a little turned on by the jealousy on her face. “what the hell is going on here?” her tone is sharp, a tone you're not used to hearing from her.

“oh, nothing. we were just talking.” he responds nonchalantly, looking at you up and down with a predatory grin as if your girlfriend wasn't right there by your side. you tense under the gaze, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your own stupidity, clinging to janis. “didn’t seem like 'just talking' to me. and i swear to god, if you look at her like that one more time i will punch you in the face.”

“baby, it's okay.” you whisper, squeezing her arm in a comforting gesture. she huffs, looking at him up and down before grabbing your hand and pulling you away. she walks in such a hurry that she is practically dragging you around the school - but you don't say anything, following behind and trying to keep up with her pace. you let out a gasp when she pushed you inside the janitor’s closet, locking the door and leaning against it. “who was that?” she questions, her gaze focused on the floor and arms crossed under her chest.

“he’s my classmate… we have like, three classes together. i swear i didn't realize he was flirting with me, baby-” she cuts you off quickly with a shake of her head and wave of her hand. “no, i know, princess. don't worry, it's not you i’m angry at.” she says calmly, her tone not matching the expression on her face at all. she crosses the room slowly, your heart racing as she approaches you; you know that look damn well, like the palm of your hand. you feel the desire pooling between your legs.

she smirks at that, your faces now inches apart as she squeezes your hip teasingly. “turned on already?” she teases you, giving your neck a soft, quick kiss. you whine, letting your head fall to the side. “yeah… but it's your fault for being so damn hot, especially when you're all jealous and angry like that.” you say defensively, eliciting a low chuckle from her that makes your stomach twist.

“well…” janis purrs, playing with the waistband of your shorts lazily. “you’re mine, aren't you?” you let out a shaky breath as you nod. “all mine?” you nod again, moaning softly when she squeezes your butt in response. “use your words, princess. you're all mine, aren't you?” she presses her hand against your clothed pussy, making you whine.

“i’m all yours, baby. please, fuck me..” you beg, leaning your head back against the cold wall and grinding against her hand, desperate for the attention only she can give you. she sucks on your neck, your mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pleasure. “oh, i will. as a little reminder,” she slides your shorts down to your ankles in a smooth motion. “that you belong to me.” she kisses you roughly, brushing your panties to the side and finding your clit easily, rubbing circles on it.

you moan against the kiss, hips bucking in a silent request for more. janis groans when she feels your perfectly manicured hands sliding down her back, scratching her until they reach her waist, where you cling to for dear life. you break the kiss to let out a loud moan as she plunges two fingers deep inside you without a warning. “shhh, you don't want anyone to catch us like this, do you?” you shake your head, biting your lower lip to muffle the needy moans threatening to leave your lips, so hard you feel the taste of blood on your tongue.

janis is relentless, her fingers moving in and out of your dripping pussy in a blur, so fast you feel your head spin with pure bliss. you move your hands from her hips to her shoulders, holding onto her for support and pushing your hips against her hand with desperate, muffled cries. your eyes roll back as her fingers expertly stretch you out, scissoring inside you. “good girl, taking me so well.” she praises, making you mewl pathetically. she lets out a soft laugh at that.

“i love those cute little sounds you make when i praise you, love.” her voice softens as she speaks, kissing the side of your neck lovingly. normally, you would melt at her words, but it's hard to do anything other than moan when she's fingering you so harshly - makes you wonder how she can be so adorable like this, with her fingers deep inside you. your moans become loud and high pitched as you're unable to hold back any longer, your cries of pleasure running freely in the tiny room.

“that's right, princess. let them hear you, let them know you're all mine.” she whispers against your ear before nibbling on your earlobe teasingly. you whine, the breath catching in your throat as she adds a third finger inside your tight heat, hooking them to hit your g-spot. “shit, janis, i’m so close.. so close, baby.. please, don't stop!” you beg, hiding your face against her neck. “i would never.”

you look down to watch her fingers move in and out of you, your cheeks reddening a bit at the sight. she grins smugly, trailing hot kisses down your jaw that makes you whine her name. your legs start to shake as you feel your climax approaching, your nails digging and scratching janis’ shoulders. “you’re so pretty like this, baby. so, so pretty for me.” her sweet voice against your ear sends you over the edge. you come undone under her ministrations, your body trembling as you see stars. she whispers sweet things to you, praising you as wave after wave of pleasure wash through you. you let out a deep, long groan as she finally removes her fingers.

“good girl.” she sinks to her knees in front of you, spreading your legs apart and gripping them. you whine, doing your best not to fall with how weakened your knees were, still shaking after your orgasm. “you really don't have to-” you try to stop her but she cuts you off with a gentle bite on your inner thigh, smirking against your soft skin when you let out an annoyed sigh.

“i’m just being a good girlfriend and cleaning you up, nothing more.” she says innocently, licking a thick stripe up your opening to your clit, the sensation of her wet tongue on your most sensitive spot making you moan softly. you give up, leaning back against the wall and letting her worship you. you fail pathetically at holding back your sweet whimpers, each little sound making janis’ smirk grow bigger and bigger as she eats you out, not a single drop of cum left behind.

she lets out a hum of approval, pulling back to appreciate the view for a second. seeing your girlfriend stare at your pussy like that makes you embarrassed, so you shut your legs under her gaze - though it's nothing new for either of you, you’ll always feel vulnerable afterwards. she shakes her head, chuckling softly as she stands up. she cups your face, pulling you in gently for a sweet kiss. you smile softly against her lips, still light headed from the intense orgasm.

“feeling better now? or are you still being a jealous girl?” you tease her, your arms wrapping around her neck. she glares at you playfully, her beautiful big, brown eyes narrowed. “feeling better, yes. still a jealous girl.” you giggle when she places a quick kiss on your nose, reaching down to pull your shorts up again. as you make sure you look presentable to go back to class like nothing happened, she opens the door to look around, seeing if the principal or any teachers are around. “alright. c'mon, love.”

while you close the door behind you with one hand, fixing your hair with the other, you hear janis chuckle. “hey, look.” she says, her voice filled with amusement. you look over, seeing your classmate that previously flirted with you standing against the wall with an apple on his hand, a slightly shocked expression on his face. you lean closer to janis to whisper, “do you think he knows?” she looks over at you and laughs, your face contorting into confusion. “what?”

“your hair is messy, your face is red and your lips are puffy,” she fixes your shirt. “i think he has an idea.” you pout, looking anywhere but back at your classmate. holding you against her, she looks at him with a smug expression as she mouths, "she's mine."

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[solar-wing]

⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇

⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.

⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?

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⚣ ENJOY 🦇

I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.

And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys. 

She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him. 

“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.

Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.

Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.

Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.

You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.

People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.

It’s always from Damian.

Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.

Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.

You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.

Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.

Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.

“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.

Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.

“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.

Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.

“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.

“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”

Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,

“Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.

“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.

“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.

You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.

Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.

“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.

Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.

Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!

You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!

Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.

But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.

Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement. 

“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal. 

You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.

Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance. 

“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!

“Anytime, Master Y/N.”

Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.

“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”

“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.

The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.

Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.

“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.

“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”

Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.

Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.

Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian. 

Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services. 

Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.

He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other. 

Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you. 

Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.

"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.

You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.

"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"

Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.

Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.

Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.

As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.

He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.

And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.

You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.

That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.

Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.

Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.

However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.

Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with. 

You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.

For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.

But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.

A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.

Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.

Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.

By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.

Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.

Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.

Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.

Don't even get me started on your sisters.

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Laws of love

Pairing: Jey Uso x Fem reader

Description: You and Jey fall for each other while working on opposite sides of the same divorce case

You walk into court with your client looking to see Jey Uso who you had heard from a few of your fellow lawyers in your firm and knew he was a great lawyer but you still had a hope in the back of your mind of winning this case. "All my client wants is to have custody of her child, some of the money for child support, and the property that is legally in her name" after your opening statement jey knew he had his work cut out for him seeing that rather than twisting things to your advantage or using documents to further your case like tons of lawyers you used actual facts and emotions to it which he knew would definitely compel the judge even though it was the first day in court as you walk out ready for whatever would happen with this case "You know emotions are bad to put in a case" you turn around as you fill a cup of coffee seeing jey "Well emotions aren't necessarily something you can just hide especially in a case like this" the two of you notice a smirking Damian down the hall rolling your eyes as you leave the courthouse. After the next three days in court you are confused when you get a call saying that you and jey had to go to the house on the farm that's part of the property in your client's name and the idea of staying on a random farm with someone you didn't know was something you didn't really want to do or plan for at all as you pack your suitcase after getting the directions and packing files of the case talking to your friend and co worker Sami who knew jey very well "He's real fun and kind once you get to know him out of court" you sigh walking in stopping to take some time looking at the beautiful landscape before jey arrives spending the next while working mostly by yourselves until you suddenly flowed into conversation while on the phone with Kevin and sami who were helping either of you on the case with documents at your firms but despite your initial thoughts on each other you both fell for each other as the weeks slowly passed by. He feels his heart stop seeing you in a sundress walking in the field with the farm dog following after you and you feel heat flood to your face and your heart flutter seeing him shirtless in the creek but you both fall for each other at a festival downtown opening up to each other about how neither of you really didn't trust a lot and afraid of being vulnerable going back to the house standing and talking on the back porch where a passionate kiss is shared leading to more paused kisses inside leading to clothes being thrown on floor as built up passion for the past twelve weeks are finally being let out as your hands roam his shoulders lightly moaning at the pleasure before he whispers against your skin "Let it out baby" soon you were whimpering and moaning at the pure pleasure between the two of you falling asleep molded in his arms waking up and finding him with coffee after throwing on your dress from last night. By the time the two of you went back to the court the sweet smiles the two of you shared told your friends and coworkers that something has happened and whatever it was neither of you would be telling right away except when you both accidentally told sami who was sworn and in secrecy to the two of you smiling when he saw the two of you out for dinner and drinks after the case you worked together always having dinner or lunch in between working or finishing cases but whenever anyone saw the two of you together in the halls of the courthouse they knew better not to make comments or anything that would piss either of you off about the new personal relationship between the two of you.

#jey uso #wwe x reader #wwe #jey uso x reader

[niphredil-14]

Headcanons for the batboys reacting to you writing them a song? 👀 gn reader if possible! no pressure ofc

Dick: Sitting on the floor in front of your couch as you performed for him, he was amazed. He had been in many relationships in his life, but sitting there, watching and listening to you perform the song you wrote for him, because you loved him, he knew that none of them could hold a candle to you. He didn't talk, he didn't joke, he just sat there loving every second of your song, until you were done, at which point he jumped to his feet, picking you up and swinging you around. Peppering kisses across the entirety of your face he whispered, "Thank you so, so, much, Sweetheart." Then at long last, kissed your lips, while a few tears fell from his eyes, continuing to sing your praises once you parted.

Jason: He is a man with the softest of hearts, and the toughest of exteriors, though somehow you always manage to wiggle your way past his defenses. He'd try to pretend that your song hadn't affected him as much as it had, but all that was in vain. He was another man entirely when it came to you, unable to mask his feelings and opinions. So, no matter how nonchalant he may try to appear, his flushes cheeks, and the loud beating of his heart, which even at your distance seemed palpable, would give him away in an instant. Upon realizing that there was no point in hiding, he would take you into his arms, his face hiding in your neck, which he pressed a sweet kiss to, and he would thank you, his vulnerability more than enough of evidence of his love for you. Though, he would definitely repay you with a lovely date of your favorite activities, and an amazing night following that.

Tim: There aren't words in this world that can describe how much this boy appreciates you, how lucky he feels to have you every day. As someone who didn't get much attention growing up, he would both relish and be slightly uncomfortable with receiving attention in his adulthood. He would be fairly awkward in expressing his gratitude, but don't doubt that it's there. He loves you, and the song you wrote for him, so much so that he made it your ringtone, despite the teasing he's sure he'll receive for it. Sometimes he feels guilty about how little time he has to really spend with you, but there's no denying the fact that he loves you very, very much.

Damian: As an artist, Damian has a heightened appreciation for your creation, especially since you made it for him. He has been given many presents in his life, though he's unsure that any of the gifts he had previously been given could even begin to hold a candle to yours. He It means the world to him that you would put so much effort into him. Sometimes, despite his personality, he feels monstrous and unclean, torn between a path of bloodshed, and one of vigilantism, but somehow, you seem to make him feel human. With you, everything is normal, and your song is his favorite gift.

#dc #nightwing #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #damian al ghul #damian al ghul wayne #robin #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #red robin x reader #tim drake x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader

[hellishattempt]

angst superache songs as relationships with the batboys pt 3

this is the final part of the three !! i decided to try my hand at writing something for bruce and duke, even though both are like,,,, unknown quantities of the dcu. i mean, i know bruce, obviously. i own every batman game / movie and this big ass book on the batman. but duke? duke is a foreign language to me. and i speak a LOT of languages. so bear with me on this.

like before, this is gender neutral reader / no pronouns used <3

you can find part one ( dick + jason ) here & part two ( tim and damian ) here !

footnote - bruce wayne. the billionaire, philanthropist playboy is many things to many people, but to you, he's your childhood friend, and business partner. as the ceos of wayne enterprises and inkling incorporation, the two of you have worked closely, especially as bruce decided to step into his role more. having known bruce for so long, you know all about his public persona. he's a playboy, with extravagant and foreign women on his arm every night, and it's never the same woman. you're close enough with alfred to know all about bruce's "sleepovers". but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for bruce. it's stupid, you know this, to be in love with someone like bruce wayne. tonight, the two of you are hosting a gala for one of the charities you both fund. and tonight, you've had just a little bit too much to drink. "evening, brucie" you slur slightly, a glass of champagne between your lips. bruce was in the middle of what looked like an intense conversation with lucius fox, a friend and owner of foxteca. bruce looked to you, noticing your drunken state, and apologized to lucius. "we'll have to continue this later," then he turns to you. grabbing you just above the elbow, bruce rushes the two of you to a more private corner of the venue. "are- are you drunk?" he sounds incredulous. "i've never seen you drunk before. you need to sober up." bruce reaches to take the glass from your hands. as he does, you lean in and whisper into his ear "i like you, brucie." a giggle escapes from your lips. bruce's face is serious and stern. "sober. up. now's not the time for lies and jokes." you frown. "but why would i lie, when it's so clear that i'm in love with you?" a tense conversation follows. bruce likes someone else. you say, "if i waited, would that maybe help?" but bruce says patience won't change how he felt. someone calls out to bruce and he's gone in a second, his public mask back on. you're left standing alone. you leave the party silently. on monday, you're sober and yourself again. you play off your confession as a joke and blame it on the alcohol when bruce comes to check in on you. pretending you don't feel anything is easier than him thinking of you as some lovesick girl. you have to stop being pretentious and loathing your friendship with bruce. it's okay, because this taught you a lesson: love isn't precious. it's not like the novels, no pride and prejudice at all. so you'll just take the footnote in his life. he could take your body, your soul, your mind, everything from you. every line that you write for him will never be read or enjoyed, so a footnote will do. bruce, being ever the charmer and gentleman he is, asked to take you to dinner, to make sure you were really okay. friday night, exactly a week from the gala, you and bruce have a restaurant at gotham's own vigilantes and villains, a five star restaurant built by harvey dent after he was reintroduced to society. it's the only restaurant that will cater to civilians, vigilantes and the villains of arkham. harvey said he built it so he didn't have to feel so torn between his personalities. as you and bruce are sat your table, the host says she thinks you two are cute. they think you're a couple, so they buy you some booze. you two share the moscato, and laughed cause it's true to you. and you'd be embarrassed of you weren't so pleased that everyone else sees what bruce will never see. you're perfect together, but you'll never be the one. this teaches you another lesson: feelings are reckless. just like the novels, side characters end up alone. in bruce's story, you are no more than a side character. so a footnote will have to do.

jigsaw - duke thomas. duke is so in love with you, it's obvious. he wants nothing more than to be the object of your love. if changing his clothes would mean you like him more, if changing his hair would make you care, he'd grab the kitchen scissors and cut himself to slivers for you. if being polite kept you satisfied, if being less insane would make you stay, then he'd be more like his adoptive sisters, saying "thank you ma'am and mister," to you, for you. as much as you adore his affection and idolization of you, your feelings for him aren't like that. he's your brother, your best friend. he's the only one of the waynes that you feel like you can really trust, who understands what it's like to be the odd one out of the family. signal and psycho are partners in crime fighting, just as tight knit as duke and you are when the masks are off. you notice his changes, and it doesn't mean much to you. all people mature in different ways, so what does it matter that duke is molding himself to be your ideal partner? he's changed every part of himself, until the puzzle pieces aren't him at all. it's ruined your friendship, and it's ruining him. your relationship is on thin ice, and you pretend not to know it. you like the new duke. he's perfect. little do you know, duke looks in the mirror, and all he sees is a jigsaw. you take every part of him, all the things you need. then the rest. you discard. you make him into something he's not. you don't realize it, but you're the one who's made this version of him. it's like duke is your frankenstein's monster, and you're the crazy doctor. you don't notice this. or maybe you do, but just choose not to care. but duke's family notices it. dick, jason, tim, steph, cass, even damian. they all see the changes you've made. they see what you're doing to their brother, how you're damaging him. it hurts them to see him hurt. "all you're doing to make her happy? and still, she doesn't fucking love you?" tim prods. "you're killing parts of yourself to fit her, thomas." damian adds. to that, jason scoffs. "it's clear as shit you're not the issue." dick takes a seat next to duke, gently draping an arm over his brother's shoulders. "if you made her like you, would you even like yourself?" duke's mind is racing. he doesn't want to believe their words. he knows it's true, though, he just doesn't want to accept it. "pointing out all my flaws doesn't help. i'm fine," he bites out. standing, duke pushes out of the circle his brothers have formed around him, not looking steph or cass in the eyes as he storms past them. slamming the door to his room, duke basically falls into his bed, clutching his soft pillows close to his body. his phone buzzes with an instagram notification from you. you've just posted a new dump of pictures of you and duke. "shoutout to my favorite person and my best friend @duke_thomas_wayne!" he swipes through the post, photo after photo, reading through the comments when he's done. everybody thinks you're a couple. that's all that duke wants. yelling out in frustration, he throws his phone across the room. "why don't you love me?" he cries, fingers gripping the roots of his hair and pulling hard. duke thomas is nothing more than a jigsaw of your creation. but that's okay with him, because you love this version of duke. so he'll change every part of himself just to make you happy, even if it ruins him.

#batfamily angst #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne angst #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x (y/n) #batman x you #batman x reader #batman angst #duke thomas #signal #dc angst #duke thomas x you #duke thomas imagine #duke thomas angst #signal x you #signal x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd #dick grayson #batman imagine #bruce wayne imagine

[quillsareswords]

Hi! Me again, I was hoping I could request a little blurb? Like how Damian and the reader met, like under the crooked grin arc? If not then I totally understand, just thought I would ask. Have a nice day!! 🤓❤️

No I'm not answering this like two years late ahahaha no like what who even does that

Anyway here's some thirteen year old Damian Wayne and John Constantine's apprentice. See my Swords and Spells collection for more ❤️

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

It's too loud.

That's all he cares about at the moment.

Still nursing a headache, as result of a hard hit he took the night before, this place is far too loud for his liking.

Why his father dragged him along is beyond him. Mingle. He'd scoffed this morning and he's scoffing now. The heir of the Demon and son of the Batman does not mingle. Especially with...these people.

The only reason he'd come at all was because, as Pennyworth pointed out this morning, it would be useful to have a standing relationship with some of the other vigilanties of the world, in the event that he has to call for backup.

He's been Robin for three years now, after all, and he's still only really got Superboy and some Teen Titans he could use for a fallback. What if they betray him?

He splits off from Batman almost immediately. Every person he's been introduced too between the main hall and the Zeta Tubes has only commented on how cute he is and joked about how alike they look. Introducing himself hopefully won't have that effect.

Plus, it's quieter on this side of the room.

"Right, but like, theoretically, how would you punch a ghost?"

His eye twitches. What.

He whips around to see who's asked such an absurd question. More accurately, who to avoid.

It's Wonder Girl. Of course.

She's leaning on one of the tables, in a new suit, bright hair brushed and straightened neatly. She's obviously here to make friends.

Whoever she's talking to, however, obviously is not.

You're slouching in a chair, leaning both arms on the tabletop, squishing a cheek onto one propped up palm. You don't seem to be wearing a suit of any kind, nor a mask, which is probably why Cassie came up to you in the first place. Instead, you're in jeans and combat boots, huddled into an oversized jacket. There's a ring on most of your fingers, and he counts three necklace chains from what he can see from here.

"Iron knuckle dusters. And it's not theoretical." You blink at her slowly.

"Really? Have you ever punched a ghost?"

You sigh quietly. "Nope."

"Then how do you know it's not theoretical?"

"Because I've seen it done before," you grumble. "It's my job to know."

She rolls her eyes good naturedly. "You're like, ten. You don't have a job."

You glare. "I'm thirteen. And it is my job."

Interesting, to say the least.

He walks over, squaring his shoulders and putting on his most professional face.

Cass sees him first. "Robin! Oh, I didn't know you were coming, I would've told Diana to tell Superman to bring Superboy!"

He sighs, deeply. "I have quite enough interaction with the Supers, Sandsmark."

You glance over, boredly. He watches, from behind emotionless white lenses, as you give him what he can only assume is a standard once-over.

It's coincidence that he only speaks up once your eyes reach his face again. "Who are you?"

It doesn't escape him that Cass looks at you expectantly, too. As if she's been talking to you this whole time without ever asking your name.

"Hellblazer's apprentice."

He crosses his arms. "Do you have a name, apprentice?"

Your gaze shifts from disinterested and passive to something very sharp and very much directed fully at him. "Do you, jackass?"

Cass goes wide-eyed and sucks in a silent breath. She glances between you and Robin.

This is the point at which, usually, Damian would have smelled a challenge, threw his metaphorical hand of cards down, and barked a challenge right back. But there's just something...different.

And it has nothing to do with the way his heart stutters in his chest now that he has full view of you. That's– Well that must be part of your powers, or whatever your thing is.

He decides to keep his cards in his hands. He minds his tone, just to see what happens. "I'm Robin."

You notice the shift, and react accordingly. Your gaze softens again, to something indifferent. "Oh, right. With Batman, yeah?"

He nods.

You nod too, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. Opening your body language, just a little. You give him your persona name.

Cassie can only stare.

She doesn't know Robin personally, exactly. Strictly through vigilante work. But she's still seen him get into brawls with men three times his size over far less than getting glared at and called a jackass.

"I'm gonna go find, um–" she scrambles for a name, for just long enough that you take notice, "Diana. It was really nice to meet you, though!"

You nod once, but she's gone before you get a real response out. You both watch her weave through the crowd of costumed adults, until she's out of sight.

"What was that about?" you wonder, assuming that his use of her last name meant they know one another.

"I don't know," he replies, squinting in her direction.

He catches sight of the Titans while he looks out into the crowd. He supposes some familiar company would be nice. Beast Boy is awfully loud, though. And Kori has such high energy...

You, on the other hand, seem to be just as much of a reluctant attendant as himself. You're sitting here, alone, quietly. And you seemed content talking to Wonder Girl, so you probably don't mind company—you seem like you'd have no problem running him off if he's wrong.

It would be very smart to have a contact with supernatural knowledge and experience. Father has Hellblazer, after all. And he's needed him many times.

It's a strategic choice. Obviously.

"What did you mean, when you told Wonder Girl that it's your job to know how to punch spirits?" He looks down at you.

You snort, but meet his eyes all the same. "Okay, I mean– Firstly, that's not my job, just part of it. Well...I guess it is." You stop and shake your head, looking away from him quickly.

You suck in a breath. "See, my job is to know how to fight things like ghosts. Mostly demons. Ghosts aren't much of a threat to the general population."

Demons? Like Raven's father? Now that would be a useful contact. He uses his heel to kick the chair beside you out from under the table and takes a seat. "Explain."

Your posture shifts a little. A little more towards him. A little more open. Like nobody's been asking you the right questions until now. "Well, I study demonology..."

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Hello, how are you? Can I ask for headcanons? What if damian wayne /or al ghul/ cheated on the reader with someone else and the reader found out and broke up with damian, how would damian react? Would he regret it? Would he be sad? Would he try to get the reader back? I mean, can you make headcanons by adding other things that you can think of like that? Have a nice day

Hi! First of all I'm doing amazing and thank you for the ask.

So, I don't really like x reader headcanons and I don't really make posts consisting of that. But since you took your time to ask, I'm gonna change it a little and give you my headcanons for "What would happen if Damian cheated on his partner?". You can still think of this as a x reader post though.

I believe that, to talk about this kind of topic, we need to get into details. Before going into the whole cheating thing, let's talk about:

What kind of person Damian's partner be?

I made a similar point in another post, but I don't believe in opposites attract. At least not with Damian. So for Damian to be involved in a romantic relationship with someone, that person needs to be similar to him.

By similar, I mean his past and life experiences. Damian had a very brutal and unloving child hood. He was never seen as a child so he subconciously became more mature and indifferent to deal with the trauma and abuse. What I believe is that, his partner would have a similar background. Maybe an assassin like him or a runaway or just someone with a very bad childhood. I don't think that person would be childish or immature at all. I think his partner would be someone either as indifferent as him or a little crazy.

As you may have noticed, I didn't specify a gender for Damian's partner. I don't think it would matter to him to be honest. I know that the fandom portray him to be very traditional and sometimes homophobic. But I don't believe that's a correct assumption to make. For one, Talia herself has slept with women in canon. So I don't think he would be homophobic either.

Going on about the partner's character: I think they would be someone who'd be indifferent to Damian's troubled past and the crimes he (was forced to) commit. I think they'd be understanding and soft from time to time.

I personally think that It'd be very cute and hilarious if Damian's partner was someone who is very flirty. Or at least very blatant just like him.

Another favorite headcanon of mine is that, him and his partner would be the kind of couple who wrestle and playfully fight, throw shit at each other, make fun of each other. They'd look as if they hate each other, but deep down they're just in love.

My previous point + but his partner knows how to fight too. So they're just casually having a death tournament during a date.

Before the cheating, what happens?

I'd like to point out that I don't believe Damian would cheat on someone unless it's a misunderstanding or after a fight in which he thinks that they're broken up because he never had a relationship before and doesn't know how it works.

For that, I'm gonna split this part into two. One, it's a misunderstanding. Two Damian thinks they've broken up.

Damian thinks they're over:

As I've pointed out before, Damian's partner would be someone with a past like his and indifferent to most crimes. You can think of them as a villain, anti hero, or just a talented fighter who just doesn't give a fuck.

And since they're indifferent and potentially doesn't mind committing crimes, the Batfam would not like them. Especially Bruce. So due to that, a fight could break out between Damian and his lover and they'd respectively storm out.

You may be asking, why won't they just have a deep conversation with each other? Well like I said, bad life bad coping mechanisms.

And to Damian, who is very blunt in his actions himself, this would mean that they'd broken up.

I don't wanna keep this long so time passes and Damian, although still in love and confused about his partner, would obliviously try to move on with life. I don't think he'd seek out a relationship himself. But other people would. So maybe that could be how he gets "caught cheating". By his partner.

It's actually a big (and dark) misunderstanding:

In this headcanon someone makes a move on Damian without his constent. And that's how he's "caught".

There a lot of very dark scenarios for this. You could say he was drugged, forcefully held down or just frozen in shock. So when the partner finds them, the assaulter would quickly get the fuck out of there leaving Damian in shock. And seeing him stammer and in shock, the partner could assume the worst of the situation.

After:

Whether if it's the first or the second option, one thing the partner would do in both of these situations is to hurt or try to kill the person Damian "cheated" with.

Going from the first option, Damian would be incredibly confused and annoyed. Like he had thought that they'd broke up, but that person just shows up and randomly tries to assassinate people he interacted with. He'd try to stop the attacks and after a couple of misunderstanding they'd work the truth out of each other and hopefully move on with their life never talking about the "incident".

If you preferred the second and darker option: Damian would go off the radar while his partner kills the assaulter not knowing it was actually a rape situation. The partner would then try to forget about Damian but eventually seek him out because they'd be still hurting from the "betrayal". You can even go down into the self harm and body issues path for Damian.

They find Damian and after a very long and uncomfortable conversation truth comes out and everything is just fucked again. As they're both people who don't know how to deal with emotions properly, they'd seperate for a while.

You can end this with an unhappy ending like this. Or they can get back together after a long while and try to understand and bond with each other more thoroughly. Their relationship would be stronger than ever.

Anyways, this is the end of my headcanons. I know it's not really what you asked but hopefully you'll like these. And if you have any more headcanons you want to talk about, please ask!

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HELLO💫💫!!! First good night💙, I was wondering if you could write a fanfic (if you accept requests, of course) where everyone (the Justice League, the Batfamily, the Titans etc) is in some kind of """meeting""" and the reader (male, please!) is in the middle too, but is he like, spoiling Damian? Can it be said so? LOL. So, the reader and Damian are pretty much the only ones on those reunion bases who are acting like the sweet, honeyed couple they are. Everyone's reaction would be hilarious and with many questions for the "tame" way of the devil's spawn LOL. The reader has ice powers but doesn't properly control them in the right way, he is afraid after a brief accident that happened in his past, but he is still so kind and "nice" to use them sometimes (the powers. He can do simple things like: snowflakes, ice shapes etc). And Damian, he's so passionate about EVERYTHING about the reader! His sweet, adorable, kind, outgoing manner, his little face, his eyes, his hair, arms, hands (especially his fingers), EVERYTHING in the reader! They can't imagine caring little about the "reunion" and just in their own little world acting like cliché boyfriends! (they are very close friends but they are boyfriends even though they are not but they are boyfriends yes. Everyone present in the fanfic talks to Batman/Bruce about how Damian and the reader are so close and that surprisingly Damian is so silly and cute with him, in that way everyone in any way noticed the way they interact!). The reader is playing with Damian, maybe making snow shapes out of drawings, shapes or something like that, cafuné him, something like that, but they are!! Like the male reader is so unusual and random that he does something with Damian and he just accepts it and continues to pay attention to every detail of the reader😃💗💗 (((Sorry if I don't understand anything or see errors, I'm Brazilian and I'm using the translator, I liked your interior pictures so I got up the courage and made a request here--)))

Hi!!💙 Don't worry, I hope I understood the request correctly and that you like it 💗

Teens in love

Pairing: Damian Wayne X superhero!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 598

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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At the end of the meeting Bruce Wayne's aka Batman's eyes were fixed on his biological son and what was apparently his boyfriend, Y/n Y/l/n also known as Ice-boy given his powers that were related to ice and snow, who were both sitting toward the back of the table lost in their own world as they admired each other with their eyes and showed their love without speaking, only with glances, making B noticing only now all those things thanks to the intervention of some superheroes and superheroines in the meeting.

Bruce could make a list of all the things that had changed in his son and what was going on in his love life, specifically in the relationship he was in at that time because strangely everyone knew about that except him:

Clark Kent aka Superman was the first to open his mouth since he was sitting next to him during the meeting between the Justice League, the Titans and the Batfamily, pointing out to him that Damian had been involved with Ice-boy since a few years;

Barry Allen aka The Flash told him of how Damian and Y/n were always giving each other romantic gifts for no reason, bringing for example a rose after a mission only because they loved each other or other things like stuffed animals;

Wonder Woman had talked to him about how they were so in love and adorable together, how they shared affection without any problem and without worrying too much about what people might think of them, exchanging kisses, hugs, cuddles and affection during the day;

Green Lantern had brought to his attention that they always traveled together and that they had wanted to start a love map after an afternoon spent together talking and cuddling;

Aquaman had spoken to him about how they both loved everything about each other; Damian was completely in love with his boyfriend literally loving everything about him and reminding him of that every day;

Dick aka Nightwing had told him about the way his "brother's" behavior changed quite a bit becoming from cold and indifferent to loving and cuddly when Y/n was around;

Jason at that time Redhood, had shown him pictures of Damian and Y/n together that were posted in both of their profiles, making him read the comments and sweet things they wrote to each other;

Tim Drake, a.k.a. Red Robin, mentioned that the young Wayne had given his boyfriend a jar with 360 notes inside where he had listed all the reasons why he loved him and also that they always had matching mugs;

Cassandra showed him slightly the way Damian was behaving at that moment, watching whatever Y/n was doing with admiration, often playing with his hands loving playing with his fingers and the way their hands matched so well;

Barbara and Stephanie revealed to him that the two of them frequently left each other cute messages on Post-it notes in random places;

Duke remarked to him that Damian and Y/n often shared clothes with each other;

Raven informed him about the different nicknames they had between them;

BB about how they spent several nights watching movies while cuddling either at the tower or the Manor;

Starfire told him about the fact that they fed each other exactly like in the movies.

Bruce heard and found out much more and now everyone's gaze was on them since the meeting had stopped, something that was not noticed by the two teenagers in love that were still lost in their own world.

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DC Unleashed: From Titans to Green Lanterns - Exploring New Horizons in the Comic Universe

Greetings, fellow comic book enthusiasts! It's time to plunge into the exciting realm of the DC Universe, right after the monumental "Dark Crisis on Infinite Earths." Imagine this: the iconic Justice League has entrusted its mantle to the Titans, led by none other than Nightwing. These formidable heroes now serve as Earth's primary guardians, stationed in the bustling city of Blüdhaven. But the real kicker? They're gearing up for an adventure of epic proportions in "Titans: Beast World," a crossover event that shines a dazzling spotlight on the beloved Beast Boy, Garfield Logan.

This electrifying narrative springs to life through the imaginative prowess of renowned writer Tom Taylor and the artistic brilliance of Ivan Reis. Get ready, because the first issue is set to grace comic book stores in November. But what inspired this unique choice of Beast Boy as the focal point? Well, Tom Taylor couldn't resist the magnetic charm of Garfield Logan, especially when it came to his relationship with Raven. However, even before plunging into the Titans' world, Taylor aimed to stretch the boundaries of Gar's abilities. This ambition gave birth to "Beast World," a storyline meticulously crafted to challenge Beast Boy in a way that is uniquely his, unveiling a whole new facet of Garfield Logan that readers have yet to discover.

Now, let's delve into the heart of "Beast World" – the enigmatic Necrostar. While Tom Taylor remains tight-lipped about the specifics, he tantalizingly hints that the Necrostar is not an entirely new creation. Instead, it's a shrewd manipulation of continuity and foreshadowing, offering breadcrumbs for dedicated fans who have been following the Titans' adventures since the very beginning. It's precisely this kind of storytelling that keeps fans on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting what lies ahead.

But here's where the narrative takes a jaw-dropping turn: Gar must harness his powers to transform into the formidable Starro the Conqueror. This transformation isn't just physical; it delves deep into the psychological and emotional aspects of Garfield Logan's character. Brace yourself for a thrilling journey that navigates the profound internal struggle that accompanies such a monumental transformation. Gar is faced with the daunting task of preserving his true self in the face of this incredible change, promising a rollercoaster ride of self-discovery and resilience.

"Beast World" stands as a masterclass in striking a balance between epic storytelling and intimate character exploration. These heroes, the successors to the Justice League, aren't just grappling with external threats. They're also wrestling with internal challenges and personal growth. How they react and respond to this crisis is what lends this story its emotional depth, making it a saga that transcends the traditional superhero narrative.

Now, while legendary figures like Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman make appearances, the primary focus of "Beast World" remains firmly on the Titans. It's all about their evolution and growth as a superhero team within the vast DC Universe. This meticulous balance ensures that readers are in for an engaging, well-rounded, and character-driven narrative.

"Beast World" introduces a mind-boggling concept: human-animal hybrids have taken over the Earth. Tom Taylor provides a sneak peek into the creative process behind these hybrids, and it's an absolute delight. Some transformations are quite serious, such as Black Adam morphing into a lion, while others bring a more whimsical and lighthearted vibe. Picture Harley Quinn as a bunny or Killer Moth as a cockroach. And just to add a little extra spice to the mix, Damian Wayne has something exciting in store, but we'll keep that under wraps for now.

The Titans tie-in issues are essential for gaining a deeper understanding of the "Beast World" narrative. These issues offer an intimate and personal perspective on characters like Nightwing, Damian, and others. Moreover, there's a new character set to debut in Nightwing issues #109 and #110, so be sure to keep an eye out for that intriguing addition.

Tom Taylor's collaboration with the supremely talented artist Ivan Reis is indeed a match made in comic heaven. Reis, known for his incredible artistry, is the perfect partner for this DC event. The entire creative team, which includes Danny Miki and Brad Anderson, is working tirelessly to ensure that both the visuals and storytelling reach the pinnacle of excellence. Prepare yourselves for a visual and narrative treat of the highest order.

Now, for a word of advice: when you embark on the journey through "Beast World," make sure to check out the tie-in issues from "Titans" and "Nightwing." They provide a more in-depth understanding of the story's nuances. But don't disregard the other tie-ins, as they offer unique perspectives and thrilling tales that enrich the overall narrative. So, expand your horizons and fully immerse yourself in this multifaceted comic experience.

And don't forget to mark your calendars for November 28th, the day when "Titans: Beast World #1" graces the shelves of your local comic book store. This crossover event promises action, suspense, and unforgettable transformations, setting the stage for an epic adventure led by none other than Beast Boy. The DC Universe is on the brink of an exhilarating new chapter, and "Beast World" is at the forefront, ready to take us all on a memorable ride through uncharted territory.

Now, let's switch gears to another captivating development in the DC Universe, one that revolves around the personal lives of our beloved heroes in the latest Green Lantern series, "Green Lantern #4." In a world where superheroes have traditionally chosen their heroic duties over personal happiness, this series offers a fascinating exploration of how the new generation of heroes has managed to strike a balance between their personal and professional lives, in a way that their predecessors often struggled with.

Characters like Superman and Wally West are at the forefront, showcasing that heroes can indeed lead fulfilling personal lives while still excelling in their superhero responsibilities. Take Barry Allen, for instance, who has recently gotten engaged to Iris West. This engagement serves as a significant development in the DC Universe, shedding light on the perpetual struggle of main heroes when it comes to finding personal fulfillment.

On the flip side, Wally West, often seen as Barry's surrogate son, has been happily married to Linda Park for several years and is now a loving parent. This reversal challenges the notion that our favorite heroes are fated to be perpetually single, pouring all their energy into their heroics.

One possible explanation for this shift in the narrative could be that writers aim to keep these iconic characters adaptable, allowing for the introduction of new love interests, friendships, rivalries, and opportunities to explore how a superhero's life impacts their personal needs. While this approach opens up a world of narrative possibilities, it also leaves fans yearning to witness their beloved heroes find love, success, and still remain true to their heroic identities.

But there's more to the story – enter Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern series. Hal's life is riddled with setbacks, emphasizing the contrast between experienced heroes who grapple with personal fulfillment and the emerging generation that excels in this area. This series embodies the comic book industry's current dedication to exploring the personal lives and relationships of its heroes, offering ample room for growth and transformation.

This trend in storytelling brings hope for characters like Hal Jordan, suggesting a path to redemption and renewal. Hal's journey hints at regaining prosperity and rekindling the connection with readers, ultimately reclaiming his status as a fan favorite. It underscores the idea that personal happiness and heroism can indeed coexist harmoniously in the ever-evolving world of comics.

So, whether it's the Titans embarking on an exhilarating adventure in "Beast World" or the heroes of the DC Universe finding personal fulfillment and love, the comic book landscape is as dynamic and exciting as ever. It's a splendid time to be a comic fan, with thrilling narratives and character-driven stories waiting to be explored.

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: March 2024

IN DEFENSE OF TAG TEAMS

BY DAVID LaGRECA

WHEN I STARTED to fall in love with pro wrestling, tag teams were held in high regard. I grew up in the era of the Road Warriors, the Midnight Express, and the Rock ‘n’ Roll Express. Those guys traveled together, had chemistry in the ring, and knew each other very, very well. TO me, those kinds of teams are automatically going to have an advantage over the other teams that are thrown together–even if they’re main-event talent.

Then, you have October 7, 2023. You have Cody Rhodes and Jey Uso, who have never tagged together, other than an eight-man match on Smackdown. Each man doesn’t know what the other is going to do in the ring, unlike two tag partners who are traveling together on a daily and nightly basis. And yet, they were able to beat Damian Priest & Finn Balor, who have been working together all year. Ricky Starks & Big Bill were also a brand-new team, and they were able to defeat one of the most seasoned duos in the game in FTR. On a psychological level–and on a work level–I feel that should never, ever be the case. 

Yes, two main-eventers should be able to beat tag guys in one-on-one singles matches. But, when it comes down to it, they should never be able to beat an established tag team. Ever.

At WWE Fastlane, you have Uso & Rhodes beating The Judgement Day; you have LA Knight& John Cena, teaming together for the first time, beating The Bloodline, one of the most dominant factions and families in wrestling. That same day on AEW Collision, Ricky Starks & Big Bill beat probably the best team in the business–especially now that The Usos have broken up.

The one thing I will say about FTR is they were injured. They were able to talk about their injuries and how they were going into the match less than 100%. But even then, a novice team like Starks & Bill should not beat FTR. Based on their chemistry and experience alone, Cash Wheeler & Dax Harwood should overcome their injuries and win. Between that and the events of Fastlane, it was a bad weekend for tag team wrestling. 

AEW, despite having a strong tag division, has on occasion showcased makeshift teams over the more experienced ones. Over the last 10 to 12 years, WWE has probably been more guilty than any promotion of not highlighting its tag teams, even when it had groups as stellar as the New Day and The Usos. WWE had great teams that it never did enough with … until the last year or so.

The last 12 or 13 months saw WWE do some wonderful things, with The Usos main-eventing night one of WrestleMania 39 against Kevin Owens & Sami Zayn. Then, the jJudgment Day pursued (and eventually won) the WWE Unified tag team championship. Reverting the championship to two singles guys felt like a step backward. 

In the case of Owens & Zayn, we again have two wrestlers who were chasing singles gold, who then came together to become tag team champions. These guys were hardly new to one another, though. They’re best friends. While they’ve had a rocky relationship, we’ve seen on TV that they know each other very well. Before WWE, they won tag titles in Ring of Honor and Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. And they lost to Cody and Jey on Monday Night Raw.

[David LaGreca is the host of Busted Open Radio on Sirius XM, a lifelong wrestling enthusiast, and a longtime reader of PWI.]

C’mon! If Cody is wrestling Sami Zayn one-on-one, I expect Cody to win. If Jey is wrestling Kevin Owens … hey, I don’t know if i can pick a winner. It’s going to be close. If Jey Uso can eke out a win over Kevin Owens, I understand. Jey Uso and Cody Rhodes together? If they’ve been teaming for six months or a year, I’ll be able to buy it. But, being thrown together like that? It’s hard for me to swallow, even with a team like Owens & Zayn.

To me, it’s about logic. We’ve seen that in singles competition, members of an established tag team will often lose. That’s not their forte. They’re part of a tag team. That’s what they specialize in.

I’m a big Cody Rhodes fan. What we want to see is the finish of his story. Michael Cole even alluded to that in an in-ring interview with Cody on Monday Night Raw. “Is this the end of the story? Are you still trying to finish the story?” Because it’s all about him getting back into the ring with Roman Reigns.

Sure enough, the title reign didn’t last long. On the October 16 edition of Raw, Rhodes & Uso lost the belts back to the Judgement Day. This begs the question: What;s next? Is Jey going to turn on Cody? Is this part of the Bloodline story? It’s almost like it's a chapter in that story instead of a real tag team championship reign.

On the Ring of Honor side, at least we’ve seen Adam Cole & MJF working as a team. But do they need to be ROH tag champions? Do they really need the belts to tell the story of them being a true team? No, probably not. And now, it’s even worse. Because Cole is hurt and you're seeing MJF in handicap matches, beating established tag teams on his own.

Over in AEW, what are Ricky Starks & Big Bill going to do as tag team champions? Maybe they do great things and this column is moot … I just don’t know if that’s going to happen.

I grew up on wrestling in the late-’70s, early-’80s. Where–and I apologize–it was real. It was real. And, in that same spirit, I look at wrestling as more of a form of entertainment than an actual sport. 

The storytelling is more important than championship titles, especially in the WWE. And we’re seeing one of the best stories ever in the Bloodline saga. Maybe all that trumps the point I’m trying to make. We will find out soon enough.

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