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kyleoreillylover · 7 months

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𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡

Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Summary: You lose your NXT Women’s title, and Rhea and Dom are here to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Cursing, typical wrestling violence, anger, etc.

Word Count: 3,138

A/N: We all saw what happened on Raw, so I just wrote this as a lil comfort fic for myself. Hope you enjoy!

You shut your eyes as you held your side, trying to block out the sound of Becky Lynch’s music playing in the air, trying to ignore her standing over you, a smirk on her face as she held your title. That was yours! You were so close to winning, so close to putting Becky away and making her eat her words that she’d been spewing for the past few weeks, make her regret her stupidity by making this match an Extreme Rules match.

Just a couple minutes ago, both of you were fighting, and you wee bruised and beaten, blood gushing from your face. Becky wasn’t doing much better, her arm bleeding and her elbow was fractured early through the match when you hit it with a crowbar. You were fighting in the crowd, beating the absolute hell put of each other with kendo sticks and anything you can get your hands on.

You tried to fling the kendo stick at her again, but she dodged it, and it clattered onto the floor. Your eyes widened at the angry look she was giving you; like this was the beginning of the end and you knew if you wanted any chance at winning you needed to stay away from her direct line of fire.

You bolted down the stairs, taunting her to follow you and she gave into the bait, hurrying right behind you as the crowd got louder with anticipation, wanting her to beat your ass.

You rolled into the ring, maneuvering over the chairs sprawled out but you didn’t get very far because she punched you from behind, taking you down with hit after hit after hit, her anger consuming her as she beat you into the canvas. You laid there limp, your mind hazy until she got you to your feet, trying to set you up for the manhandle slam.

You panicked, pushing her away and kicking at her elbow to make some room between the two of you. She fell to the floor, yelling out in pain. You spotted your title next to you, still in the ring from when you tried to hit her with it before. You saw Becky starting to get up, and you knew it was now or never.

You slammed the title against her face the minute she stood up, following that up with a ddt on the chairs. She was knocked out, and you smirked as you went on top of her for the cover, ready to finally prove to her that you were the better women.

“1... 2... 3-” The ref was about to slam the mat for the three count when you felt yourself getting dragged out the ring. Your groaned when your body hit the floor hard, but anger overtook the pain. You had her beat!! Who the fuck did that?!

You got your answer when you looked up and saw no one other than Tiffany Stratton standing over you, a smirk on her face as she stared you down. “That is supposed to be my title!” She screamed at you, her high pitched voice grating on your ears. “It was supposed to be Me vs you! But you chose Becky, and now you’re gonna pay bitch.”

You stood up, making your way to her with the nastiest glare she’d ever seen on your face. “Don’t blame me because your an untalented blonde bitch who can’t wrestle to save her life!” Tiffany took a step back but it was too late, you punched the taste out of her mouth. She fell to the floor, clutching her cheek as she tried to get away from you. Clearly she didn’t think this through.

“Now you’re gonna pay, bitch!” You yelled at her, enjoying the look of fear on her face as you stalked her. She bolted for the ring, and you chased after her.

You were right on her heels, running into the ring determined to beat her plastic face in when you ran right into a steel chair striking you square in the face, sending a jolt of pain surging through your skull.

Your vision blurred for a moment as you stumbled backward, clutching your throbbing cheek. Becky had a wicked smirk on her face as you collapsed to the floor, the taste of blood lingering in your mouth. You had no strength left to defend yourself as she hit you on the head, in the ribs, anywhere she could get the chair on you, over and over again. Eventually she lifted you up, hitting the manhandle slam on you onto of the steel chairs.

You groaned when your back made contact with the chairs, barely able to see through the haze of pain as Becky covered you for the three-count, the cheers and boos of the crowd sounding like a distant echo. The referee's hand slapped the mat, and your heart dropped when you heard the bell ring.

You lost. Everything you've worked so hard for, everything you've wanted for so long, slipped through your hands in three seconds.

Three. Fucking. Seconds. The number repeated in your head over and over again as you left the ring, storming backstage. It's where Dominik found you, pushing past wrestlers and crew members yelling at the ones who gave you pitying looks. "What are you looking at?" You screamed at a screen tech, who froze in fear as you pushed past him.

"Baby!" He yelled, trying to get your attention. You heard him but you didn't turn to him, you couldn't bear to look at him and the look of disappointment and anger he would be wearing on his face. Why wouldn't he be disappointed in you? You just lost in the fucking main event to one of your biggest enemies, and now your title is in her dirty little hands. He was probably disgusted with you right now. And Rhea. God, Rhea was probably repulsed by you right now. You ignored him calling you and quickly made your way to the Judgment Day locker room.

Your fists clenched, and you threw anything within reach—chairs, bags, water bottles—across the room, all while cursing loudly. The sound of your frustration reverberated off the walls, and the locker room atmosphere grew tense. "Fuck!" you shouted, sending a chair flying across the locker room. "This should have been mine! I had her!"

"Mi vida, it's okay! You did your best," Dom finally found you and walked in, trying to console you, his voice gentle, but you whirled around, your eyes blazing with anger. "Okay?! Did you see what just happened out there? I lost! I let everyone down!" Your voice trembled with frustration and regret.

"You didn't let anyone down, mi amor! Especially not me!-"

"Stop lying Dom!" You spat at him, throwing another bag at the wall. "I fucked up, now you and Rhea can go leave me now that I don't have a title. So stop acting like you care!"

Dominik walked closer to you, eyebrows furrowed at your words. "I'm not fucking lying! I don't know who the hell told you this shit, but Rhea and I would never leave you, title or no title." He grabbed your hand before you could throw another bag, ignoring your glare and wrapping his arms around you. "Let go, Dominik!"

"You need to calm down, mi corazon!"

"You should listen to him." The two of you stopped arguing and looked in the direction of the voice. JD Mcdonagh was standing in front of the door, giving the both of you a wry smile.

"Excuse me?!" You asked him with a scowl. Who gave him the audacity to interrupt a clearly private moment between you and Dom?? Dominik tightened his arm around you, giving you a warning glance that you ignored. JD was either oblivious to your attitude to chose to ignore it, acting like he heard nothing from you.

"What do you want JD? We're busy here." Dominik asked with an exasperated sigh.

"I saw what happened out there love."

"So did thousands of fans here and at home. What's. Your. Point." You questioned him, your piercing stare making JD falter for a second before he continued again, and Dominik prayed he didn't say anything stupid. JD already had Priest almost beat him up, he didn't wanna add you to the list.

“I just wanted to tell you have nothing to be ashamed of, honestly." He walked closer to you, a sympathetic look on his face. "And that it's okay, everyone loses sometimes. Some more than others, but not everyone is good enough to win all the time," he said, and Dom facepalmed internally. He might've been Finn's friend, but god was he dumb as shit. Dominik knew this wouldn't end well.

You went silent for a moment, narrowing your eyes at him and removing yourself from Dominik so he didn't get hurt before you hurled a table across the room and advanced on JD, shoving him against the wall.

J.D. tried to stutter out an apology, but your angry glare cut him off. "Mind your own business!" you spat, your voice dripping with venom. "Stop getting in my business! Stop acting like you're a part of Judgment Day! You never will be, you short piece of—"

“Baby, calm down!” Dom stopped you, trying to hold you back before you killed JD. "Calm down, amor.” Dom urged, his voice soft but firm.

You glared at JD for a moment longer before finally letting him go and taking a deep breath, your anger wavering and the sadness you had been trying to ignore consuming your mind. Dom noticed the change in your demeanor and gently put his hand on your face, his fingers grazing your cheek. You looked up at him, and for a moment, all the anger and frustration melted away as you met Dominik's caring gaze. He wiped away a tear that had escaped your eye and whispered, "It's gonna be okay, mi vida. We're here for you, no matter what."

But you turned away, unable to accept his comfort just yet. You didn't deserve it. "I don't want to hear it, Dom," you muttered, your voice choked with disappointment. "I lost. That's all there is to it."

Dominik sighed, his heart aching for you. He knew you were taking this loss hard, and there was nothing he could say to make it better. But he couldn't stand seeing you like this. "I'm proud of you, you know," he said softly, his hand gently turning your face back toward him.

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill over again. "Don't, Dom. Please."

He gave you a disappointed sigh, but he didn't push you any further. "Come on, I'll wait out here, you grab your stuff and we'll go," he said, wanting to do nothing more than wrap you in his arms and take all your sadness away from you. You nodded, and he made his way out of the room while you got your stuff. He quickly pulled out his phone, texting Rhea, who was back at the hotel.

Rhea<3 Were gonna be at the hotel soon, mami. How bad is it, baby? I saw it on the TV. She didn't look okay. It's bad. She's not doing too good. Physically or mentally?

Both, but mostly mentally. I've never seen here like this. She's about to come out the locker room, see you later mami. I'm gonna kill both of those stupid pricks for hurting her. Drive safe, baby <3

You slid out the room, your bag in hand and a look Dominik couldn't read on your face. "You ready?" He asked, grabbing your bag from you. You nodded, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the room.

The drive was mostly silent, with you staring out the window, lost in your thoughts, and Dom stealing worried glances at you.

When you finally arrived at the hotel, you both entered the elevator in silence. You felt Dominiks stare burning a whole through your skin, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. You felt like you had let everyone down, especially Rhea. She had been your biggest supporter, and now you had lost the title she had helped you fight for.

The elevator doors opened, and you both made your way to your room. You hesitated for a moment in front of the door, not sure how to face Rhea. But Dom encouraged you to go in first, his hand on the small of your back leading you into the room. As you entered the hotel room, you were met with the sight of Rhea sitting on the couch, her eyes filled with worry. "Baby, are you okay?" Rhea rushed up to you, concern etched on her face. She reached out to check on your injuries, but you pulled away, unable to meet her eyes.

"Leave me alone, Rhea," you muttered, heading toward the bedroom, trying to avoid her touch and gaze. You were sure she was disappointed in you, and it hurt too much to face it.

Rhea followed you, eyes never leaving you as you avoided her gaze, "I know you're probably hating me right now," you muttered, your voice trembling. "You and Dom must be so disappointed. Just break up with me already; I know you want to."

Rhea's face fell, and she motioned for you to sit next to her. You hesitated but eventually sat down when she gave you the look that meant she wasn't playing around. She pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you tightly. She examined the bruises on your face, her fingers gently tracing the marks. "That's not true," she whispered, her voice filled with a softness that few people heard her speak with. "I could never hate you, and we could never leave you, not for something like this. I love you, and I always will."

"I lost, Rhea. I lost the title," you mumbled against her skin, feeling defeated.

Rhea tilted your chin up, forcing you to look into her eyes. "And you'll win it back. I'm not mad at you, love. You did your best. It took two of those bitches to put you down." She stroked your cheek, her anger rising looking at the bruises on your beautiful skin. " I'm angry at Becky and Tiffany, and I promise you, I'll deal with them. But I couldn't never be mad at you, baby."

"But I-"

"No buts." Rhea cut you off, giving you a serious look and tightened her grip around you. "It's not your fucking fault, you hear me?" You nodded, but she shook her head at your action. "I need to hear words, love."

"It's...not my fault." Rhea knew you were still hurting and trying your best, so she didn't push you for more. She gave you a kiss on the cheek and glanced over at Dominik. The two shared a look, communicating without a word. Dominik quickly got up to your side and helped you up. "C'mon hermosa, you'll feel better with a bath. You wanna walk or you want me to carry you?" You didn't say anything, just walked into his arms, making the both of them chuckle as Dominik carried you to the bathroom, his strong arms making you feel safe.

He filled the tub with warm water and returned to help you undress, gently tending to your wounds and bruises. The warm water eased the pain, and you let out a sigh of relief as you sat down. As you soaked in the warm water, Dominik joined you, sitting behind you and gently massaging your shoulders to help ease the tension in your body.

Dominik carried you to the bed afterward, making sure you were comfortable. Rhea joined you on the bed, her fingers expertly massaging your tense muscles. You closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly melt away under her touch.

"Go to sleep love. We'll be here when you wake up." Rhea whispered to you, stroking your back. You hummed back as answer, and Dominik smiled at your tired state and kissed your forehead. You smiled at the gesture and relaxed into Rhea's arms as you slowly went to sleep.

Rhea gently brought you into the covers, trying to not wake you as she tucked you into the bed. She made sure you were completely asleep before turning to Dominik, her voice changing from sweet to threatening. "I am going to kill Priest."

"Mami..."

"Don't mami me. Your injured. Finn's injured. He was supposed to be there for her. I told him to have her back, and he failed." Rhea hissed out, standing up and clenching her fists. She gave him one job, and he couldn't even do it. Didn't even show up. How pathetic.

Dom was quick to sit Rhea back down, trying to calm her anger down. "I know you're mad mami, I'm pissed off too. He left her hanging."

Dom held his hands out, and Rhea immediately slipped her hands in his slightly larger ones. He brought them to his lips and kissed them, relishing in the small smile Rhea gave him. "I know you want to deal with him, but please, for her sake... wait until Raw."

Rhea sighed, looking away and biting her lip in thought. Dom grabbed her face, gently turning her back to him, meeting her eyes.

She gave him a resigned look and nodded at him. "Fine. You're right, Dom Dom. I don't want to overwhelm her." She turned to you, staring at you sleeping peacefully, looking like every bit of the angel that you are. "But Monday, I'm putting him in his place, and you can't stop me. Got that?" Dom nodded, knowing he couldn't fight her on this even if he tried. Once she wanted to do something, she'd do it no matter what.

"You can deal with him, but you need to get some sleep first, mami." She nodded at him, getting up and going to the bathroom to change into her pajamas. She came back to the sight of Dominik already in his pajamas, sleeping soundly and cuddling into you. She smiled at the both of you before slipping into the bed as well onto your other side. She laughed when you immediately pulled her into you, Dominik stretching out his long legs and throwing it around both of your waists. She cuddled up to you as well, stroking your cheek as she watched the rise and fall of your chest.

Her anger rose as she looked over your bruises and your face swelling at all the hits you took. She forced herself to calm down for you and Dom, grounding herself by caressing your skin. She'd let sleep overtake her later, but as she looked at you, she promised herself one thing.

Everyone who hurt you was gonna pay.

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pandorasfavorite · 5 months

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I thought you'd never ask..

AN: I can't stop with the pregnancy fics.

You had baby fever really bad. You scroll through your phone to see the videos of cute newborns and toddlers, and you can't stop thinking about you and Dominik having a child. Another video followed after that is another video of sweet children, you had to call Dominik.

You called Dominik, and he picked up after the first ring with his usually sweet voice flowing through the phone. "Hey chica", he says as soon as he picks up the phone; not wasting a moment to greet you. "We would make cute babies", you don't bother saying hi back, your trying to get straight to the point here. It feels like you've been waiting decades to start a family with Dominik.

From the other side of the phone, Dominik's cheeks have got red and his grin is spread widely across his face. He turns to the side, walking further away from The Judgment Day, his voice sounding teasing and seductive, "Oh, yea?".

"Mhm, yea", you say back to him in the same tone, fiddling with the strings on your shirt. There is a short silence after your confirmation, Dominik thinking about what you said. You wanted a baby with HIM. "You want a baby?", his voice on the verge of cracking from the raw emotion. Dominik has always wanted a family of his own. Something he could depend on and give all his love and devotion to. You nod on your side of the phone, a wide smile gracing your face; you look down at your stomach and you can already imagine carrying yours and Dominik's child. Nothing made you happier than the possibility.

"Yea, I want a baby with you", you say with absolute certainty, nothing would make you happier. Dominik laughs with glee, he can only register the feeling of unexplainable joy at the words. "Baby, that's- that's just- Yes! I hope our baby has your eyes...", he whispers the last part into the phone. The sentiment of your phone call makes him a sap. "Our baby", you whisper back to him on the phone, two surprising yet amazing words.

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itsrheasgirl · 9 months

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hello could write something like the reader and Dominik fight for the love of Rhea, in the end the reader stays with Rhea

THE GIRL IS MINE - PT 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

FT DOMINIK MYSTERIO

WORD COUNT: 2799

TAG LIST: @rebecca-quin @girlofpink

SUMMARY: EVER SINCE JOINING THE JUDGEMENT DAY THINGS HAD BEEN TENSE BETWEEN YOU AND DOMINIK. THE TWO OF YOU HAD BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS AND HE DIDN’T WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE BUT WHEN RHEA STARTED TO PAY A LITTLE MORE ATTENTION TO YOU OVER HIM, THE REALITY SET IN AND THE TENSION BECAME TOO MUCH. WITH FRIENDSHIPS ON THE LINE, WHO WILL COME OUT VICTORIOUS?

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You hadn’t taken your eyes off Rhea as she owned the ring against Liv Morgan, each slam and each throw sending vibrations up your spine as you thrived over just how unstoppable the Australian powerhouse truly was.

To you— she was breathtaking, not one flaw plagued her.

But you weren’t the only one to see her in such lights. You could see the same glimmer in Dominik’s eyes as he watched her just as closely as you did.

You didn’t want to cross boundaries. Put a toe out of line. But lately you’d started to feel closer to Rhea than you had before joining The Judgement Day. Ever since Dominik suggested you be the fifth member to their little family, you had spent your days pining after the dark haired temptress. She was definitely your type, but you knew you could never be hers. The way she always looked at Dominik proved that.

You didn’t realize you had been staring so hard until the loud ring of victory rang in your ears and the sound of Samantha’s voice echoed through your soul.

AND HERE’S YOUR WINNER.. RHEA RIPLEY!

You didn’t question your actions as you slide across the apron and under the bottom rope, your petite frame sprinting across the expanse of the ring to joyously throw yourself into Rhea’s awaiting arms.

Your toned legs clamped around her waist as your forearms clung to her torso, raising your fist up into the air you didn’t even hesitate as you chastely pressed your plump lips briefly against her temple.

Liv hadn’t stood a chance against the women’s world champion, but Rhea had still battled with a few nerves before entering the ring. You’d promised her it would all work out and to no surprise you were right.

As your fellow stablemates entered the ring, your glistening gaze caught that of Dominik’s— he looked distraught as he took in your current position, his features lowering slightly in upset as he shifted to stand at Finn’s side.

You remained clung to Rhea like a baby koala as the ref took her free palm in his hand, raising it sky high to solidify her win over the tiny blonde as the roaring cheers of the crowd flooded the arena.

You expected Rhea to lower you back to the ground as the referee returned the championship belt to her, but to your surprise she kept one muscular arm wrapped tightly around your hips as she yanked the belt back to hold it high above her head.

Casting your crystal gaze over at Dominik as he stood at Finn’s side, you felt your heart sink slightly. You’d noticed more and more lately that you being around Rhea seemed to bother him. You hated seeing him this way— snubbed like a small child losing its favorite toy, but Rhea had been waiting for you. She’d welcomed your embrace, so why wouldn’t you take advantage of it?

Slowly unwinding your legs from around Rhea’s waist, you drop your feet down to the ring and release the fellow female from your grasp.

You really didn’t really want to make things worst for you and Dominik when it came to the public eye, things had been tense between the two of you for weeks now and being around him in Rhea’s presence was becoming a little unbearable.

You could see the confused look on Rhea’s features as you stepped away from her and allowed Damian to take the space between you, her lips parting as she went to mouth a singular word to you. Why?

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“Hey.”

Rhea’s voice was crystal clear as she grasped at your wrist, gently pulling you into a small hidden alcove as the boys continued on ahead of you unaware. Her sapphire hues locked on your features as you slowly looked up to meet her gaze, the same perplexed expression she’d had in the ring masking across her face as she kept her hold around your wrist.

“Not now, Rhea”

You uttered, trying to pull yourself free from her grasp and attempting with no success to get back out into the hall.

“Yes, now.”

She stated with a firm tone.

“What is going on with you?”

What were you supposed to say? That sharing any kind of interaction with her— no matter what it was, was causing Dominik distress and you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt him even though being around her made you happier than you’d even been?

Swallowing back a nervous ball of saliva that pooled on your tongue, you chewed on the inside of your cheek. No matter how hard you thought you couldn’t think of a thing to say.

A small twitch shot down your spine as you felt the soft pads of Rhea’s fingertips dance under your chin, her gentle leverage tilting your jaw upward so you looked upon her features once more. Her eyes glistened— even in the darkness of the alcove, captivating you just like they always did.

“Y/N, talk to me.”

You’d zoned out thinking so hard, unaware that Dominik was making his way back in search of you and Rhea. The back stage area was so loud you didn’t hear his footsteps as he got closer, nor did you hear him calling out Rhea’s name until it was too late.

Rhea’s finger remained curled under your chin as Dominik turned the corner, her other palm still grasping onto your wrist as her shimmering gaze met that of his own.

It was like instinct, your entire frame shifting back to distance yourself from Rhea as quickly as you could. Your own gaze refusing to meet theirs as Rhea and Dominik remained in a staring match.

“You okay, Mami?”

Dominik asked. His gaze flitting between you and Rhea as his muscular forearms crossed over his chest. What was his problem? Why wouldn’t she be okay, and if she wasn’t what was he accusing you of?

“She’s fine.”

You snap as you shove past Dominik and back out into the hallway, not even bothering to look back as Rhea calls out your name. You needed to get away from them— both of them. You couldn’t be around Rhea without Dominik somehow finding his way into the situation and you were getting sick and tired of having to fight for her attention.

You weren’t sure if they were following you or if they’d taken a lovers moment to be together alone, but you refused to turn back. It hurt you to see them together and yet it hurt you more to be away from her, but you couldn’t figure out what was the best thing to do.

This was your career, The Judgement Day was your family and yet every second you were together it was eating you up inside. All you wanted was what Dominik and Rhea had— a relationship, but you couldn’t have her. She already belonged to someone else.

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You’d been sat alone at the hotel bar for what felt like hours, nursing you second rum and coke like it was the last drink you’d ever have. Swirling the last few ice cubes round and round the glass, you exhaled a long sigh. You knew you should be sleeping, you’re flight was in eight hours but you could allow yourself the peace to rest.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Rhea. About how she’d held you back in the ring. About the smile that had graced her lips when you’d kissed her skin. Why had she reacted in such a way with you after the match? What did it matter how you were feeling? Your feelings weren’t her priority.

Bringing the almost empty glass to your lips, you knocked back its contents before plopping the vessel back down on the bar top. You’d heard the approaching footsteps but chosen to ignore them, putting all your focus into the empty glass before you.

“So you want to tell me what I did, or..?”

You recognized the voice, but chose to keep your back facing away. You didn’t want to talk, especially not to him. After all he was part of the problem.

Dominik huffed as he stared at your back, not bothering to check your reflection in the bar back mirror as he spoke once more out of turn.

“Come on, don’t be a bitch.”

He didn’t mean it out of aggression, but with your current state of mind you took it otherwise. Pushing up off your bar stool you turned on heavy heels to face the taller male head on.

“Don’t be a bitch! Are you serious?”

You snapped. The tone in your voice full of menace. You had chosen to keep your back to him in attempts to avoid any kind of confrontation, but clearly Dominik had other plans. If he wanted to be defensive, you could be defensive.

“What do you want Dom?”

You were surprised Dominik was alone, he was more often than not attached to Rhea at the hip. Following her constantly, always laughing and joking. She never got time to be alone when it came to him and it bothered you.

“Have you seen Rhea?”

He didn’t know where she was? Now that was new.

“How should I know where your girlfriend is?”

Dominik’s features shift slightly. He didn’t expect you to be so standoffish and yet you were speaking to him like you’d had a falling out. He knew nothing of how you felt. Of how him being with Rhea tore at your heart like knives. Why would he, because he saw non of it. Or at least that’s what you thought. In your mind all Dominik cared about was Rhea. All he ever saw was Rhea. And nothing challenged that. She was his and that’s the way it was going to stay.

Leaning your elbows back onto the bar top, you arched a brow out of annoyance. You didn’t want it to be personal, but your feeling for Rhea were getting to the point where you didn’t know how much longer you could hide them and the only thing that stood in your way was Dominik.

“She’s not actually my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Yeah well you sure as hell act like she is.”

You snap.

“Following her around like a puppy dog, making sure her attention is always on you.”

The relationship Dominik and Rhea have is scripted and you knew that, but you saw the way he looked at her. The way even the slightest thing she did made him smile and you knew— he loved her.

You knew because you felt the same.

Dominik had only ever looked at one other girl in his life the way he looked at Rhea and you knew all too well that it was love.

“What is going on with you?”

Dominik questioned, his thick brow raising skyward as he simply watched you. Judged you.

“Why are you acting so jealous?”

You didn’t understand why he was acting so clueless and making you out to be the bad guy, he knew why you were acting in such a way he just refused to admit it. You may be jealous about him giving Rhea attention, but he was jealous too.

“Jealous!”

You push off the bar top and stand toe to toe with Dominik, he was much taller than you but that didn’t stop you from meeting his gaze with a menacing glare. If he wanted to call you out, then you’d call him out. All truths on the table.

“You think I’m jealous. You’re one to talk.”

Dominik scoffed at your words, his broad shoulders flexing as he towered over you.

“And what would I have to be jealous over?”

An eat shit smirk claimed your lips as you didn’t faulted one inch in your footing, keeping your petite frame as close to Dominik’s as you could. What did he have to be jealous of? Oh you’d let him know.

“I’ve seen how childish you get when Rhea even looks at me. We can’t even breathe the same air without you butting yourself into our conversation and it’s pathetic! You’re a grown man Dom Dom—”

Your tone dripped with mockery as you uttered Rhea’s little pet name for him, knowing it would trigger his defenses because only Rhea got to call him that.

“You need to stop acting like the nerdy high school kid who thinks he has a chance with the head cheerleader.”

You could see the burning behind his eyes as each word you spoke poked at a fire inside of him, twisting a hot poker into his side as you degraded his stature within your group.

“You’re no quarterback, Dom Dom. Maybe it’s time to let someone else try and steal her heart.”

Dominik’s demeanor had shifted, his cocky attitude morphing into that of anger. You didn’t expect him to react, he wasn’t one for yelling at women but something about the topic of conversation triggered him.

“You think you stand a chance with her? She’s nice to you because I asked her to be, she doesn’t care about you. It’s all an act.”

Dominik’s words twisted in you heart, causing your breath to catch in your throat as you kept a burning gaze locked on his features. It wasn’t an act, you could tell it wasn’t. Those few choice moments you got with Rhea— just the two of you, you could see she felt something. The way she acted around you wasn’t a game to her, the sadness you’d see on her face when you walked away because as per usual Dominik had made an appearance.

Pressing your lips into a firm line, you tried your best to fight back an outburst. You didn’t want to make a scene, yes it was late— but the bar wasn’t empty.

“You’re a liar.”

You uttered softly.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

Dominik scoffed once more, leaning forward, causing you to stumble back against the bar top. Both his palms slamming down against the solid oak as he bounced his brows, his lips curving into a malicious grin.

“It’s all a game to her. She’s playing you.”

You didn’t want to believe a word Dominik was saying. Rhea wasn’t playing you. Today in the ring she’d been so disappointed when you’d climbed out of her arms. When the match was over she’d pulled you aside to make sure things were okay, to see what was going on with you. Those weren’t actions of someone who didn’t care for another. Those weren’t the actions of someone playing games with someone else’s heart.

With his arms pinning you in place, you glare up at Dominik through thick lashes. Would he stoop as low as to lie in order to keep Rhea for himself?

You wanted to scream at him. To call him out in his lies, but you couldn’t be sure of any of it. What if he was telling the truth? It would have been so easy for The Judgement Day to lie to you, they acted everyday of their lives when it came to their work. Maybe that’s all you were. A lie at work.

“Isn’t that what she’s doing with you? Pretending to be something she isn’t. You don’t stand a chance with her outside of the ring, Dom. And you know it. So instead of acting like a man and stepping aside for someone who actually stands a chance, you’d rather bully me into thinking she’s not interested in me.”

You hadn’t been paying any attention to the few people scattered around the hotel bar, nor had you been keeping track of the surrounding. All you’d been focused on was Dominik, blissfully unaware of a shimmering set of sapphire hues watching you both from the corner of the lobby.

Rhea’s plush lips pressed into a firm line as she watched the way Dominik was treating you. Locking you against the bar as he spun lie after lie about how she was just doing as he suggested. Showing you attention because he had requested she do so.

“You think she’s actually into you? Damn Y/N you’re stupider than I thought.”

Your fists balled at your sides as he continued to throw jabs your way, his words like a tone of bricks crushing you.

“This is low Dominik, even for you. And here I was thinking you’d got over it.”

Dominik’s posture faltered slightly as his gaze fixated on you, your palms darting out to shove at his chest, causing him to stumble back as you kept the distance closed.

You didn’t have to stay here and listen to him belittle you, his attitude to your words giving you the perfect out.

Placing both your palms against his chest, you reached up on your tiptoe and pressed your lips to his ear.

“You’re not the only person who could love me Dominik, move on and let me go.”

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trashmouth-milkshake · 8 months

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Can I have Judgement Day x Fem reader with the prompt "Don't hide from us" where they see her scars when Rhea and Damian showers with her after a long match and they walk back in the other room where Dom and Finn are and it's fluffy plss

Everything Will Stay The Same - Judgement Day x Fem! Reader

SUMMARY : your partners find out about the scars you've been hiding from them

GENRE : fluff , hurt-comfort

PROMPT : ' don't hide from us '

WARNINGS : poly! judgement day , mention of past self-harm scars , non-explicit nudity

A/N : i have tons of other requests , but since you're always so sweet and get all my requests and also message me to check on me , i can do nothing , but to write this for you first *sending virtual hugs* <^_^>

'Don't be ashamed of your scars' they said, 'they make you who you are' they said, but you never believed them.

Ever since you joined The Judgement Day, you fear them finding out about your scars and invite you to leave the faction, but you're not sure. You can't hold it in forever.

The problem arrives when Rhea and Damian ask you to join them for a warm shower after your last long and tiring match. At first, you value the option to say not, but you feel uncomfortable in sweat, so you decide to join them anyways, hoping they won't notice your scars and if they ask you questions about it, you'll simply ignore them.

You then decide to walk upstairs to the bathroom, undress and get in the shower first because, in your opinion, there's a low chance they will notice, but to your plan goes to fuck itself when Rhea and Damian join you earlier than you though.

The hot water runs all over your bare body, you occasionally flinching because your scars are so sensitive to hot temperatures and it's too late when you remember Rhea and Damian like taking extremely hot showers because, in their opinion, it favors relax better than cold ones. You usually take warm/cold showers because of your recent and sensitive scars.

Unfortunatly, Rhea and Damian notice you flinch multiple time as the soap and hot water mix tenderly touches your sensitive skin and that's where they're concerned. "Babe, are you okay?" Rhea asks first, but you simply nod, ignoring the question. "Babe, seriously." Damian forces you to get out of the shower to study your arms and legs, his eyes and Rhea's wide when they see all those scars.

"Sweetie, what are these?" Damian asks, holding your arm to give a closer look to the marks all over it. You don't know how to explain, but before you can say anything, even a quick explaination, Rhea interrupts you. "Why did you hide it from us for all this time?"

"I... I though you wouldn't like me anymore." Your voice cracks as you finally spill the tea, but instead of being mad as you expect, Rhea and Damian reassuring smile at you. "Are you kidding, silly? We won't like you anymore just because of your scars." Rhea says softly and Damian nods to agree.

You smile through tears of all the memories behind your scars coming to your mind. They pull you close and kiss your cheeks in sync before to walk back in your guys' shared bedroom where Finn and Dominik are. Rhea and Damian explain to them quickly and Dom gets some rubbing alcohol along with some cotton balls and bandages. You flinch because it burns, but it's worth it because after that, your scars hurt less as they're all well wrapped in the bandages. "Don't hide from us." are Dominik's words.

Then you sit in bed with your four partners to watch a movie, forgetting about the scars for a moment. But what you certain know now is that you don't have to hide it from them or feel ashamed around them anymore.

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dominikspunk · 5 months

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Thought id never see you again. | | Dominik x Fem Reader ★.

An: I randomly thought of this out of nowhere so writing this before I forget

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March 2021.

“ Y/n you have to understand this is the way wrestling works. ” Vince said .

“ I'm not saying I wanted it my way, I'm saying I'm tired of the way you treat me, I been in this company for a really long time, if you don't give me the opportunity I have then I'm gonna walk out. ” I told him.

“ Y/n you know your not gonna walk out , everybody knows it. Now accept the contact. ”

‘ I had enough with him but the fans was all I have . ’

“ No. ” I said to him knowing I have a match against Natalya tonight.

After i left, Vince let the producers know to tell Michael Cole to announce that I walked out of the arena .

“ If I could have your attention please Y/S/N had a match against Natalya tonight but unfortunately Y/S/N has walked out of the arena and disappointed many of you wwe fans. ” Michael Cole said.

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Monday Night Raw 2023

I was waiting for my music to hit for the surprise return after walking out and joining WWE'S Rival AEW .

I were gonna come out and interrupt Raquel Rodriguez And Be a heel once again.

“ And I'm gonna break every single 3 of you to get thru Rhea and get my title that i desv- ” Raquel Said

Fans cheered when they heard my music.

The producers put their camera on me and obviously I was hugging my fans.

“ you mean 4 of us if you can even get thru me to go to rhea. But let's face it.. you don't even have the chance to winning it. ” I told her in the mic while getting in the ring standing next to my ex boyfriend dom.

dominik was my boyfriend in highschool for a year we broken up , we got back together when he joined WWE we later went to our separate ways.

After our segment we went backstage, everyone was telling me congratulations and welcome back.

i was catering then i saw a figure coming towards me, when I got a look of his face i saw dominik.

“ hey, y/n ” dominik told me

“ hey dom. ” I told him not knowing what to say after not talking for a long time

“ i thought I'd never seen you again. ” he said while looking at me .

“ well I thought I'd never be returning and seeing you with a mullet ” i told him jokingly

“ yeah you got me there ” he said putting his hand on his head

“ it's okay i love the mullet you have , never thought you could pull it off tho ” i said to him hoping we can be like this.

“ yeah, but can we please talk tho , i know we already talking but i need to get this out. I don't know why we went our separate ways. i miss you alot , everything reminds me of you. please please please give us another chance . ” he said to me with those eyes.

“ I don't know dom. but ill see how it goes okay? ”

“ okay.”

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AN:this is horrible I hate it

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athanwritesthings · 3 months

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Fall Out || Fem!Reader x Damian Priest - Pt. 1

A/N: *snickers* all I had in brain was angst and with the ideas I got, it'll make perfect for this to be long and to have continuations. Expect another part or two in the next couple days after I get to requests. Have fun!

Word Count: 1,596

Summary: You've always been the one to cause issues, finding the solace in making your opponents and rivals second guess or become over-emotional. You tangle yourself into a rivalry with Rhea as your team feuded with the men of TJD, and in turn, always managing to find a way to get under their skin, especially Damian's. At least, you hoped you would... All (permanent) characters in Pt. 1: Grayson Waller, Randy Orton, Kevin Owens, Rhea Ripley, Dominik Mysterio, Finn Balor, Damian Priest.

It was another Monday Night Raw, another night listening to my teammates talk and bicker in my locker room as I pull my boots up, tying them as I listened to them. I sit up a few moments later, leaning my elbows on my knees, looking up to the three of them.

For as much as they bickered, they worked well together, even with them being extremely hotheaded and easy to anger. With this little bickering session, Grayson stood between Randy and Kevin as they argued, always acting as their mediator.

This was apparently their way of figuring out how we wanted to deal with the Judgement Day. As if we weren't equipped with the tools to do so already. Leaning back in my chair, I cross my arms, just listening to Randy and Kevin's arguments.

As much they fought about little things like this, you'd think I'd honestly find them annoying. That'd be quite the opposite. I found it comical, always having a smile broken out on my face as I'd watch on. I made it a thing to step in if it went way too long, of course, just so they'd divert their attention back to the match - and actually not waste energy on yelling each others head off.

After a few good minutes of listening to them, and Grayson shooting me a pleading look for help, I finally speak up. "Hey. We're not here to continuously fight or bicker with each other." Kevin goes to open his mouth again, but I tilt my head slightly from where I sat. He stopped before even starting, a small snort leaving Randy, who also quieted after seeing the look on my face.

Grayson, once the two other men hushed, looked to me, his brows furrowing slightly. "Ya gonna be out there with us at ringside, right?" I roll my eyes slightly, even though his tone was one of worry. Standing up, I walk over, my shoulder leaning into Randy's arm a bit. His arm snakes around my shoulders, my eyes staying on Grayson.

"I always am, aren't I?"

I could see the nerves that had Grayson in a vice grip, as all four of us stood in the gorilla. He had never been the type to be so nervous, always noted as the other, mostly, level headed member of the group. Kevin must've seen and registered this too, his hand giving Grayson a reassuring clap on the shoulder, a half smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Randy's frame seemingly towered over me as he stood behind me, wrapping wrist tape around his wrists and hands. His gaze, after what felt like a good few minutes of drilling into the back of my head, looks to Grayson. "You'll be good. We're gonna be out there with you." Always blunt and to the point, Randy was.

A faint smile crossed Grayson's face nonetheless with the reassurance from us. The smile slowly fades for a split second as Kevin's theme goes first, hearing the crowds almost deafening cheers as soon as it hit, and he came out. Following suite a few seconds later, Grayson goes out with his theme, meeting Kevin at the stage.

You'd expect it not to be such a loud pop whenever Randy's theme would play, but the crowd always proved you wrong. At that point, with my first step out to the gaze of the crowd, I threw my gimmick on, a wide, yet sly smile on my face as I walked out with Randy. His fingers were intertwined with mine, before letting them go after a few seconds as I walked out in front of him a couple steps, him following me.

It didn't take me long to look away from the crowd around us as we made our way to the ring, my gaze connecting with Damian for a split second, before sliding over to Rhea, who stood in ring with the three other members of Judgement Day. One would think she'd kill with the looks she doled out to others.

I lift my hand, waving with my fingers to her, and partially to Damian, Finn and Dominik's eyes fixated on the other three in my group. Damian's jaw was set, an almost permanent seeming scowl on his face, ever since we walked out.

His shoulders rolled back, ripping his eyes from me as Randy let me up the stairs first, Kevin following suite behind him, Grayson electing a different way up, pulling himself to stand up on the ringside.

A little laugh leaves my closed lips, ropes opened for me by Randy. Damian's eyes didn't dare look back at me again, my mission seemingly being effective up to this point in time. Getting under Rhea, Damian, Finn and Dominik's skin, had been a total success so far.

Perhaps my mission had been more than a total success. With the ref not looking, and with Randy and Kevin off the apron and on the ground after Dom and Finn attacked them as Damian went for his finisher to reach the matches end, I pulled Damian off Grayson, canceling the pin just as the ref went for the three count. A grin, and a laugh as a look of complete surprise and anger crossed his face. "What the fuck?" Was all that he let out, his voice an angered yell.

Rhea, just as she looked at the crowd, a smile on her face as she counted along, had missed me pulling Damian off. I wave, once again, my fingers at him, an innocent smile on my face. That had been wiped off my face quick, seeing him move quick as he slid out of the ring fully, fully deciding to chase me then.

A look of fear flashed in my eyes as I took the initiative to run, making sure to run towards where Randy and Kevin were.

As soon I passed Randy, who was already standing up, his body blocked Damian from passing him. "Touch her, and you're dead." When I heard this, I knew it was safe to stop and turn. I laugh lightly, a grin on my face once again.

"Oh, so sorry about that! I didn't mean to do that." My grin still on my face, as I watch Damian, scoffing, his gaze on me for a few seconds. With my eyes on him, I kneel to Kevin, who's sitting up now, on his way to standing. "Get Dom and Finn dealt with, you two."

Randy, looking to Kevin when he called his name, easily registered the look on Kevin's face, as Damian turned to get in the ring before getting counted out. Grayson, on the opposing side of the ring, watched, as he leaned against the middle rope, on one knee.

All it took was Damian to look at me one last time when he got into the ring, then seeing his team taken down from ringside, and Grayson capitalizing on the distraction, hitting Damian with the Rolling Thunder Stunner, and getting the one… two… three count!

Rhea, who was already screaming her head off at Damian, stared in complete shock, with her hands almost resting on her head, before she stuck her hands out at the ref. Grayson, rolling out of the ring, had a huge smile on his face. I ran up, Kevin and Randy following, all three of us smiling. Grayson's arm rested around my shoulders, one of my hands resting on his back, as we walked backwards, the crowd cheering loudly.

Back in my locker room, I packed my duffel bag, my face slack and not full of any emotion, except showing off how tired I had been. I was ready to go to the hotel room. Rest assured, I was due to see someone from TJD as soon as I walked out, all before Randy got back from his locker room.

Sure enough, with my luck, when I opened my locker room door, Rhea and Damian stood a few feet away from me, Damian's arms crossed over his chest, Rhea's hands in her pockets. "Finally coming out of her cave, hm?" Was all I was greeted with from Rhea first.

I snort, as I look the both of them over. "Upset about your match results? Didn't like the taste of your own medicine?" Damian's arms drop as he walks over, his 6 ft 5 in height towering over me like Randy. Yet there was a different feeling to him than Randy. Maybe it was the aura or vibe he gave off.

Damian's eyes trailed me up and down with an unhappy look, crossing my own arms as I leaned back slightly. "You are meddling with the wrong people, chica. If I were you, I'd call my guard dogs off before it becomes a huge regret of yours down the line." His voice was gruff, yet the look in his eyes didn't match up with how he sounded.

"Matter of fact... Next Monday. I'll bury you so far into the ground, perhaps they will back off." Rhea states as she steps up too, an unbelieving laugh leaving my closed lips as I looked at them with an incredulous glint to my eyes.

I didn't think much of it. I never really did. As long as they were boiling because of me... that was all that truly mattered to me in the first place. I watch them leave with one last look, before I go off to find Randy, Grayson and Kevin.

I never told them about the interaction between Rhea, Damian and I...

(to be continued...)

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yourwwegirl · 8 months

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Master List:

Welcome to my second blog.

Some of you may know me from @itsrheasgirl, home to all things Rhea Ripley. Here you will find my fanfictions for my favorite women of the WWE along with a few of my favorite males.

ft - Mentioned in the story, isn’t a main character.

Jade Cargill

• Make Me Proud Of You (x Reader)

Becky Lynch

• I Did It For You (x Reader)

• What Would I Do Without You (x Reader)

• Broke Up (x Reader) - ft Rhea Ripley

Bianca Belair

Charlotte Flair

Liv Morgan

• Bring Me Home (x Reader)

Raquel Rodriguez

• Beg Me (x Reader) - ft Rhea Ripley

• Eyes Don’t Lie (x Rhea Ripley)

Sonya Deville

Damian Priest

• I Hate This (x Reader)

Dominik Mysterio

The Judgement Day

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omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts · 1 year

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Rey x Fem!Reader x Eddie NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex.) : Eddie is extremely caring after sex, holding you close and trailing soft kisses over your body as he cleans you off. He'll make sure you're taken care of, checking to make sure you're okay. Once you're all cleaned up, he'll hold you close and talk with you until you fall asleep. Rey is exceptionally caring for you after sex. He'll ask what you need, running a bath for you most times and laying with you for the rest of the night. Things are softer, which seems almost impossible. His favorite part about caring for you is getting to be so close to you and getting to shower you with the love and affection you deserve.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner's.) : Eddie's favorite body part of his is his hands. He can hold you, touch you, slowly take you apart and put you together again as many times as you'll let him… He loves the way your hand fits in his. His favorite body part of yours is your chest. It's soft, and full, and perfect to him. Rey's favorite body part of his is his arms. They're strong, muscular, and they help him provide for you. They can hold you, protect you, and do so much for you. He has two favorite body parts of yours. Your eyes and your lips. He can (and usually does) get lost in your eyes a lot, and he adores how soft your lips are.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum.) : It's a little while before any of you do much with cum. Once you do though… Eddie loves to cover you, but only after he makes you cum. He'll usually ask for permission to unless you give him permission to do whatever he wants to you. Then it's all up for grabs. Truthfully, he wants to come inside you, but he waits until you bring it up before mentioning it. Rey loves to make you feel good, so it's a safe bet he makes you cum at least twice before even trying to do anything for himself. He cums wherever you say it's alright to, and coincidentally is the first between he and Eddie to cum inside you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.) : It becomes less of a dirty secret as your relationship goes on, but Eddie would love to play with you in more public places. Be it car rides between shows, vacation, or occasionally at work, he doesn't mind. He just wants to make you feel good. Rey won't admit it, but he loves the idea of filling you up with cum at work or in public and letting you walk around. Sometimes that thought also involves you walking around without underwear after being filled.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?) : Eddie's fairly experienced, and definitely knows what he's doing. He knows, however, that not everything is one size fits all so he takes the time to learn your body and memorize what you like or don't like. Rey's not as experienced initially, but he learns quickly and has a pretty good grasp on what he's doing.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual.) : Eddie's personal favorite is cowgirl. It allows you to take control and lets him get a great view of you, plus he can easily take control if he wants to. Rey's all about being close to you, so any position that allows him to hold you close and bring you as much pleasure as possible is his favorite.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?) : Both Rey and Eddie fall somewhere in the middle. They have their serious moments during their romantic times, and when they've had enough of being teased and just need you right then and there. Their goofy moments are just the times when you're being yourselves and are just enjoying each other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc) : They're both very clean shaven and keep themselves well maintained.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.) : Eddie's generally always romantic during your more intimate moments. Even when things get a bit rough physically, he makes sure to take his time and show you just how loved you are. If you ask him to be rough, he will but only after covering many spots of your skin in kisses as he holds you close and brings you to the first (sometimes second) orgasm of the night. Only after then will he allow himself to be rough with you, and you can guarantee that after you've had enough of the rough, nearly animalistic Eddie, he'll make you cum at least twice again the same way as before. Slow, sweet, and so incredibly intimate. During the slower, softer moments, Eddie's arms are wrapped around you to keep you close and grounded. Rey is more or less the same way, though he's more subtle about it when it comes to more rough situations. When he's feeling romantic, however, he turns it up to eleven. There won't be a moment where he doesn't make you feel as loved as possible. By the end of things, you're bound to be covered in dark hickeys and probably a bit overwhelmed. If there's a night where both of them are feeling incredibly romantic and need you? Gods help you…

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon.) : Eddie: He truly couldn't help it. He was in the locker room getting ready to shower while you and Rey got your post-show sparring in, as was your usual habit. He and Rey had their match earlier in the night, and you'd decided to distract the other team by stripping down to essentially nothing. He'd opted to take a later shower, knowing that he'd be in this predicament at some point… So here he was. He'd made sure to find a relatively secluded stall before kicking the shower head on and stepping in. The warm water felt so good after a long night, and his eyes slipped shut as he leaned against the shower wall and let the stress go. His mind wandered to how you looked during his match. That dress you'd chosen to wear hugged your every curve and once you tossed it aside, he was done for. His hand wandered as he relived those moments, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips.

Rey: He'd gotten to the hotel before you and Eddie, and all he could think about was you. He could still picture how you looked during their match and while you changed after the match. You hadn't told the guys that you were gonna strip down to a thong as a distraction, but it definitely worked… Maybe a little too well. He moved a hand down, images flooding his brain as he pleasured himself. Every curve of your body stayed vibrant in his mind as he closed his eyes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.) : Eddie: Marking, hosiery, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, auralism, wax play, barebacking, collaring, edging. Rey: Marking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, auralism, barebacking, collaring, edging.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.) : Their favorite places? If you're both in the mood, and there's a private-ish spot nearby, that's their favorite spot for the time being.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?) : You, there's no ands, ifs, or buts about it.

N = No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs.) : Eddie: Anything that has the potential to hurt you or leave a permanent mark, or most bodily fluids, blood, knives, things of that nature are completely off the table. Rey: Pretty much the same as Eddie, though he's a little more lienient if you want to try something new.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) : Eddie: This man is a giver through and through. Sure, he enjoys when you go down on him, but there's something about the way your body responds when he's between your thighs that sets his heart ablaze. He's very skilled, which he takes pride in. He can elicit sounds and movements from you that undoubtedly put your ex-boyfriends to shame, and you both like it that way. Rey: For you, Mami? All giver, just like Eddie. He loves when you go down on him, but loves the way you sound, the way you move, the way you taste so much more… He could spend all day between your thighs if he had the chance. He's also very skilled and knows what makes you tick, but that doesn't stop him from trying new things to see if he can make things more pleasurable for you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.) Unless either of them are in a specific mood, whatever you want is what they give, over and over again. They just want to make you feel good.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) : Eddie: He doesn't mind quickies every now and then. Even if he's not in the mood for full on sex, he'll find a way to make you cum as many times as you want. All you have to do is say the word. Rey: He enjoys the quickies, especially if you happen to be at work. He doesn't show it, but he loves knowing you're walking around with his cum inside you. Just like with Eddie, all you have to do is say the word and he's practically dragging you to your locker room or some other secluded space.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc?) : For them both, it depends on the risk. Neither are opposed to taking them, so long as it's nothing extreme.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long can they last, etc?) : Eddie: He can last a solid five or six rounds, but he'll stretch them out all night if you want him to. He's always been good about holding himself off until you've cum for him. Rey: He can go as many rounds as Eddie, but his don't always last as long. He's eager to please you and wants to see you cum for him as often as possible. He'll make you cum twice before he'll even allow himself to cum.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) : Yes, they both own toys. Most are for you, and oh do they love using them, but some are for themselves. For the times when they're on the road or at home without you, and they want to feel something other than their hand.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.) : To say that they love teasing is an understatement. Whether it's in person, text, or on a phone call while you're away from them… They do whatever it takes to get under your skin. They won't admit it, but you can almost guarantee they hype each other up and give each other ideas on just how to ensure you're soaked and fighting the urge to track them down or get yourself off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) : Neither are particularly loud, but by no means are they quiet. They're not afraid or ashamed of letting you know just how good you make them feel. Dirty talking, praise, groans, all of it for you.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice.): He smirked down at his phone, waiting to see what your response would be. He could almost see the look on your face as you re-read the message. He'd sent you a pic from the gym, shirtless, chest semi-flushed and glistening with sweat.

New Message.

'Mamacita: Damn, Papi… Looks like you're getting a good workout in. I can give you a better one when you get home.'

His smirk grew as he quickly typed out his reply, telling you that he'd be home soon and was looking forward to your one on one session. He continued on teasing you with pictures until he was done at the gym, making absolutely sure you were all riled up for him. You'd quickly messaged back, asking how long he was going to be because you were desperate and he could almost guarantee that you were trying your best to not touch yourself until he was home. What he didn't expect, however, was for you to call him once you'd figured he wouldn't be at the gym much longer. He'd answered the phone, anticipating your question of how soon he'd be. Instead, he was greeted with the sweet sound of you moaning.

"Mamacita, what are you doing?"

No words yet, only a whine that was followed by a higher pitched moan and murmured words that sounded like Rey.

"Couldn't wait for me, Mami?"

"She tried, Eddie, I just wanted to get her all riled up for you."

He could hear the smirk in Rey's voice as you muttered something, his mind racing as he began packing his things up to finally head back to you two. He stayed mostly quiet until he was out to the car, listening as Rey brought you ever so close to the edge only to come down a bit, repeating the process again and again. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't almost painfully hard during most of his drive home. Listening to you whining and begging for one of you to let her cum was enough to make him feel like he was on fire in the most delicious way possible. Once he was home, he hung up the phone as he walked into the house and set his bag by the door before heading straight to your room. The door was open, something he considered a small win as he leaned against the frame of it and watched as your naked form struggled to stay still against your lover's tongue and fingers. You were too far gone to realize he was there, eyes closed as Rey brought you to the edge again. Your flushed chest rapidly rising and falling as you panted, whining and moaning as your lover dragged out his actions.

He walked to the edge of the bed, kneeling beside Rey as the shorter man brought his head back and licked his lips. Eddie smirked, starting to pick up where Rey left off. He relished every noise you made as he dragged his motions out, savoring the taste of you the longer he went on. Again and again, bringing you to the edge as you writhed beneath them. Finally, when Eddie had decided that you'd had enough, he and Rey let you cum. They'd sat back, Eddie rubbing small circles on your clit as Rey's fingers continued their work. Both of them talking you over the edge, smirking as you fell apart in front of their eyes.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words.) : Eddie's about average. Between five and six inches, and a bit on the girthy side. Rey is about six and a half inches, and just as girthy as Eddie.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) : Generally speaking, it's fairly high for the both of them, when they're sober. It really depends on if they're using or not.

Z = Zzzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.) : Neither one of them go to sleep very quickly afterwards. Eddie usually takes a shower or bath with you afterwards, Rey almost always running you a bath before cuddling with you and watching TV until you fall asleep.

#Eddie Guerrero Imagine #WWE Imagine #Rey Mysterio Imagine #Eddie x Fem!Reader #Rey x Fem!Reader #Eddie x Fem!Reader x Rey #WWE smut #Eddie Guerrero smut #Rey Mysterio smut

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riptideripley · 9 months

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Life of the Party

summary:The Judgement day heads out to a huge party after their NXT victory,but something about you attracts the attention of Rhea Ripley and Dominik Mysterio.

a/n:I wrote this a long time ago,when they won against Carmelo,and it took me forever to finish but here we are<3

WC:1,626

“This place is crowded..” Rhea whispered softly to Dominik,him nodding in agreement. They walked and squeezed through the crowd,finding their rented out section. They both sat down,eyes wondering the crowd. They both had some urges and stress they needed to let out,and what better way to do that than fuck their stress out.

You were in the middle of the crowd,taking your first shot off another woman’s breasts. This caught the attention of Rhea,making her tap Dominik and point in your direction. Target Spotted. They kept their eyes on you the best they could the entire night,watching how your body moved. The hug of your tight shirt,hugging your breasts making Rhea lose her mind. As for Dominik,he was staring at your lower half as you moved. The way your jeans hugged your curves and ass,he couldn’t wait to see them off of you.

You were dancing with a friend,feeling someone staring at you. You glanced over and immediately made eye contact with none other than Rhea Ripley. This made your heart flutter as she held intense eye contact,whispering something to Dominik. “She finally noticed love” she whispered with a cocky smile spread across her face,watching as Dominik smiled. You decided to try to ignore it but how could you? Rhea Ripley staring you down like that,whispering god knows what to Dominik,it ran through your mind the entire night.

The DJ finally announced Judgement Day’s presence,making you look over to their direction. They were taking pictures with fans when all of the sudden,the two Dominik and Rhea made eye contact with you. You were taken at back due to the intensity of the eye contact. Once everyone was done fangirling,you headed back to the dance floor to dance with your friend. Again,the two had their eyes set on you. “Aye guys,me and Finn are gonna head out. Don’t get into any trouble” Priest spoke,lifting Finn over his shoulder as he nodded at Rhea before leaving. Rhea smiled at Dominik as soon as the two left,getting up to go find you.

You were dancing when you suddenly felt a cold hand with rings place itself onto your waist,making you freeze. Rhea glanced at your friend with this death stare,making her leave. “Now it’s just us doll..” she whispered in your ear,trailing off as she trailed her hand around your waist. Dominik just watched,moving your hair out of your face smiling at you. Rhea glanced at Dominik,smirking as she began to slowly move with your body placing her head in the crook of your neck. Dominik stood in front of you,whispering into your ear. “Let’s take this elsewhere muñeca(doll)” he spoke softly,sending shivers down your spine as you suddenly were dragged out of the crowd into a room upstairs.

Rhea smiled at you,lifting you up. “Now now..I finally got what I wanted” she whispered,planting soft kisses down your neck. You threw your head back slightly as she laid you down on the bed not letting go,suddenly feeling the bed sink as Dominik kneeled in front of you. “Abre la boca..princesa(open your mouth..princess)” he whispered softly,pulling his pants down low enough for his dick to spring out. Your eyes widen at the size but did as told,opening your mouth as he slid his way into your mouth. Rhea couldn’t take it and slipped your jeans down,teasing your clit ever so slightly making you let out a muffled whine. She chuckled and began eating you out.

The stimulation of Dominik fucking your throat and Rhea passionately making love to your clit was overwhelming at first but felt amazing. “Cambiar posiciones(change positions)” Rhea spoke,sitting up and switching spots with Dominik. Her speaking Spanish did something to you,something you couldn’t explain. You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Dominik circling his tongue on your clit. “God you’re so pretty..” Rhea whispered in your ear,kissing and nibbling on your neck making you whine.

Dominik sat up and grabbed your thighs,pulling you closer to him. You could hear ‘Life of the Party’ blasting downstairs as you looked up to see Rhea smiling at you. You quickly snapped your eyes to Dominik,who was unbuckling his belt at this point while leaving kisses down your stomach. “Do we have permission to continue baby?” Dom asked,looking at you for permission to slide himself into you. You nodded and fought back a moan as you felt his dick slide into you ease. You looked up to see Rhea caressing your hair,watching as Dominik fucked your brains out. You tried your best to fight back moans but couldn’t help it,the pleasure you were receiving was too good. He was hitting all the right spots making your eyes roll back,moaning.

Rhea had mouthed something to him that you couldn’t see or comprehend,but suddenly he stopped and switched places with Rhea. You could feel something poking your thigh and looked down,seeing Rhea’s strap print through her jeans. The size of it made you rethink your whole decisions but you were somehow excited for what was coming. She massaged your thighs for a little before taking off her jeans,revealing the strap she was packing. She gently tapped the tip against your clit,smiling as she earned a soft whine from your soft plush lips. She slid herself in you,leaning down and pulling you into a passion kiss. “God love..you’re so pretty like this” she whispered softly,beginning to pump herself in and out of you. “Rhea please..” you begged,wanting her to move faster.

Dominik chuckled at your pleas,kissing and nibbling at your neck. Rhea suddenly lifted you up as Dominik slipped underneath you,his cold tatted hands roaming over your body. She smiled at you,giving into what you wanted as she picked up her pace making you let out a small squeal. You suddenly felt something gently sliding into your other hole. This made you squeal,Dominik quick to cover your mouth to suppress it. “Dominik be gentle with her now” Rhea whispered softly making Dom nod,giving you time to adjust. He slowly began thrusting,making your eyes roll back at the penetration.

Dominik quickly adjusted his pace to match Rhea,kissing you occasionally to prevent loud noise. You bit your lip hard,feeling your orgasm soon approach you,looking up at Rhea who smiled. “Gonna be a good girl and come for us already hm?” she teased,kissing down your neck leaving black lipstick marks. “Y-Yes ma’am..!” you yelped out as your legs started to shake,your orgasm came(pun intended)crashing down hard. Rhea continued thrusting slowly,helping you ride out your orgasm while Dominik just laid there still recovering from his orgasm as well.

Rhea suddenly pulled herself out of you making you whine,but quickly shutting you up when she lifted you up off of Dominik and placed you onto the bed. She looked into your eyes for a moment,the slim light from the lights outside the window giving her a good look at your face. “You’re so pretty princess..” she whispered softly,leaning down kissing you. Dominik crept up behind her and held her waist,leaving small kisses down her neck. She scooted herself along with you closer to the headboard,positioning herself over your face. You finally noticed how huge her thighs were,but at this point you didn’t care one bit. She looked at you to see any signs of discomfort or disapproval,seeing none she slowly lowered herself onto your face shuddering at the feeling of your tongue lapping her up quickly.

Dominik snuck up behind her,grabbing your thighs and sliding himself into your wet heat making you whimper. This sent vibrations onto Rhea’s soaking clit making her moan,laying back onto Dominik’s chest. You felt Dominik slowly thrusting,one hand on your right breast the other on Rhea’s throat gently squeezing it. He continued thrusting,chuckling to himself at how fucked out Rhea looked from just your tongue. “O-Oh god..keep going love” she spoke softly,letting out a small squeak as you began sucking on her clit. You giggled softly to yourself at this and took note of how sensitive she was,continuing your actions. You let out a muffled moan feeling Dominik lightly pinch your nipple,still thrusting.

He could tell how close you were as you tightened around him,making him let out a soft moan. Rhea was just as close as you were,”Go ahead and come for us baby” Dom whispered. That sent both you and Rhea over the edge,Rhea making a mess on your face and the bed while you made a mess all over Dominik. He soon pulled out and shifted Rhea to were she was facing him,still sitting on your face,as he slid into her mouth. You took this as an opportunity to lick her clean while she helped Dom with his orgasm,making her whine from the sudden feeling. He let out a low groan as he climaxed,making sure Rhea swallowed every last drop before pulling out of her mouth.

Silence filled the room for a few minutes besides the music downstairs,Rhea finally spoke deciding to break it. “We should do this more often Dom..but only with her” “Only with her,I’m fine with that. Are you?” he spoke looking over at you,waiting for your response. You laid there for a moment,”Yeah,I’m fine with that idea too” you said.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #wwe x reader #judgement day #rhea ripley smut #dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley x fem reader #damien priest #finn balor #dominik mysterio smut #rhea x reader #Spotify

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kyleoreillylover · 6 months

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𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 ✧

Dominik Mysterio x Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺- 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Word Count: 7,150 words A/N: I had to write for my 2 husbands, cause they are too fine! This took so long, hope ya'll enjoy! Warnings: Wrestling related violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, unwanted advances.

You wore a smirk on your face as you made your way into the arena, your NXT Women's championship shining brightly around your waist.

You reveled in the attention and turning of heads as you strutted to to a secluded corner. Your mini black dress showed off your curves, the long locks of your curly red wig adorned with golden hoops framing your beautiful face. You looked damn good and you knew it.

It wasn’t the attention from the people you wanted, though. But you’d get that soon enough.

You continued walking until you were in front of the locker room, knocking on the door. “Ilja, you in there? Everyone decent?” You didn’t want a repeat of last time.

A deep accented voice yelled back in response, “Come in love!” You pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding your best friend Ilija sitting on one of the benches, lacing up his boots. He looked up at you and gave you a warm smile that turned into a playful grin as he took in your attire.

"You look stunning, love. All this just to be by ringside for my match?"

You giggled and gave Ilja a playful punch on the arm. "What can I say? You're a very lucky man."

Ilja chuckled, motioning to the empty spot next to him, and you slid onto the bench beside him. "That I am. And I'm gonna need some luck tonight against Bronn."

You pursed your lips, a concerned look on your face. "You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to getting hurt for me."

Ilja placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. "Don’t worry about me love. Bronn crossed a line with you, and it's time someone kicked his ass. And taking my pick for either the NXT or NXT North American Championships makes it all the more sweeter."

Ilja wasn’t lying, Bronn had taking a lying to you the past few weeks.

Whether it was because he was messing with Ilja and wanted to get under his skin by bothering you, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that you were sick and tired of him breathing down your neck constantly, not taking no for an answer and trying to corner you everywhere and get the two of you alone.

And trust me, you said no plenty of times.

You nodded in agreement, giving Ilja a grateful smile. "I'm glad I get a front row seat to his ass kicking."

"You sure you want to be that close? Especially with Melo and Dominik standing by? I don't want them trying to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile at the mention of them. So maybe your intentions with helping your friend weren't entirely innocent, so what! Two of the hottest men in NXT were interested in you, and you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy while watching Ilja make Bronn regret every decision he made.

It all started a few weeks ago after you had a grueling match with Roxanne Perez. You were sweating and making your way to the back, wanting nothing more than to wash all of the pain away.

You were so out of it, not realizing you were walking on autopilot until you bumped into a hard chest. Your body collided with a solid wall, and a strong pair of arms reached out to steady you. Startled, you looked up to see Carmelo, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

"Whoa there, sweetheart. You okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his deep voice. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered out a rare embarrassed apology.

"I, uh, I didn't see where I was going. My bad, Melo."

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. We all saw the match you had. You killed it, by the way."

You chuckled and smiled at the praise. "Just champ stuff, you know how it is, you're the A champ after all." You pointed towards the shining NXT championship resting on his shoulder. "And trust me, you're a very good champion." you complimented with a playful wink.

Carmelo's grin widened at your flirty tone as he adjusted the title on his shoulder. "You think so, huh? Well, you know game recognizes game."

You raised an eyebrow and played along. "I see that. And what's the game plan here?"

Carmelo leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The game plan, sweetheart, is to get to know you better." His eyes skimmed over your face, lingering on your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. His hungry gaze sent all the air out of your body, leaving you breathless.

But you weren't going to back down, especially this soon. You leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear.

"Is that right?" Your breath tickled his ear, and you could feel his body tense at your proximity.

Carmelo swallowed hard, his gaze never wavering from your lips. "That's right, sweetheart," he replied in a low, seductive voice. "And I think you want the same thing."

Your heart raced as his words sent a thrilling chill down through your body. "Maybe I do." you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, making him shiver in response. "But you're gonna have to work for it."

Carmelo's hand gently cupped your cheek, and his dark eyes locked onto yours, "I can work with that." he murmured, stepping closer to you, closing the already minimal gap between the two of you. You gave him a sultry smile in response, but before you could speak, a voice echoed through the hallway.

"Look what we have here.” Carmelo rolled his eyes, dropping his hand from your cheek as the both of you pulled away from each other and turned to the cocky voice to see Dominik with a smirk on his face, making his way to you and Carmelo.

"What do you want, Dominik?" Carmelo groaned, giving him a dirty look that made him smirk wider, his eyes scanning over your body before finally meeting your eyes.

"Whoa whoa, calm down." Dominik held up his hands in mock surrender, smirk never leaving his face. "I just overheard this beauty talking about the A championship, so naturally I assumed you were talking about me."

He pointed to his championship belt sitting perfectly around his waist before turning his eyes back to you, extending a hand to you. "Finally nice to meet you, beautiful. And from one amazing champion to another, if you wanna hang out with the true champion instead of a phony, you know where to find me."

Carmelo's nostril's flared as you gave him an amused smile that made Dominik's heart beat out of his chest before accepting his hand. "A charmer. I like it." You held onto his hand a bit longer than necessary, a playful glint in your eye. "It's cute. But not as cute as the two of you fighting over who's the true champion when I'm the one holding it around my waist."

You let go of Dominik's hand and playfully patted the NXT Women's championship that adorned your waist. "But I like the confidence."

Instead of being offended like you thought he'd be, Dominik grinned widely, a heated look in his eyes as he gazed at you. "You're a feisty one, hermosa. I like you."

"And she doesn't like you, so how 'bout you go back to your 'Mami' and leave us alone." Carmelo cut in before you could respond, glaring at Dominik. Dominik glared right back, stepping closer to him.

"What, you jealous she likes me more than you?" Dominik taunted him, getting in his face. Carmelo clenched his jaw, squaring up to him, their faces inches apart.

"You wish. She's just being nice to you."

"Can't handle a little competition?" Dominik couldn't resist pushing Carmelo's buttons even further, a smirk on his face when Carmelo clenched his jaw, giving him a death glare.

"Boys, boys, calm down." You stepped in between them, giving them a seductive gaze when they turned to you. "As entertaining as this has been, and trust me, it's been really entertaining, I have places to be. But if you want to talk to me, just remember; I only like winners."

You left them with a wink before strutting away, the both of them mesmerized by your confident grin and the sway of your hips as you left. The two gave each other one final glare- a promise that the better man would win- before going their separate ways.

And ever since then, the two of them have been flirting with you non-stop and trying to one-up each other.

Whether that was Dominik giving you a bottle of water and leading you his private TJD locker room so you didn't have to wait for a shower, Carmelo offering to give you a ride home before Dominik could because your car broke down with a sly grin on his face as the both of you passed Dominik to the exit, or the both of them never failing to find you no matter where you were and showering you with compliments. And you always fed into them with a smirk on your face before being whisked away by one of your friends or crew before things could go further.

But you wanted things to go further. And you wanted it to happen tonight, and you always got what you want.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Ilja gently touched your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation. "You okay, love? You don't have to go out with me if you don't want to."

You shook your head, focusing back on him and giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm good, Ilja. And trust me, I want to be out there with you tonight. And Melo and Dominik don't scare me, Carmelo is like a puppy and the only scary thing about Dominik is Rhea. I'll be fine, okay?"

Ilja chuckled and stood up, finished with lacing up his boots. “Okay, then let’s go kick some ass.”

Your heels clacked as you walked to the ring with Ilja, blowing kisses to the fans while Ilja jumped on the ramp, soaking in the cheers from the fans. Carmelo and Dominik were already sitting on commentary, giving each other dirty looks that could kill.

You blew kisses at them as you jumped on the ramp with Ilja, giving them a playful wink when they tore their gazes away from each other and onto you, which didn't go unnoticed by Vic and Booker T.

"Looks like the NXT Champions are more focused on our guest tonight than on the match," Vic teased them, earning a glare from both of them.

"Shut up Vic!" They both said in unison, staring back at each other in surprise. Booker chuckled at them, "Well, who can blame 'em, Vic? When you have a champion like that at ringside, it's hard not to be distracted."

And distracting you were as you leaned against the ring ropes, looking as beautiful as ever, a sly smile playing on your lips. You gave Ilja a side hug and leaned closer to him, your voice a soft, encouraging whisper in his ear. "You got this." He nodded and you gave him one last smile and a fist bump before sliding out of the ring when Bronn's music hit, giving Carmelo and Dom a seductive smile as you sat in between them.

"And joining us is the NXT Women's champion herself, here to support her best friend. Do you think Ilja has what it takes to beat Bronn?"

You smirked at Vic's question, feeling Carmelo and Dom's gazes burning a hole through your skin. "Vic, I wouldn't be out here with these lovely men if I didn't have 100% faith in him in the fact that he is the better him. Plus, I am not friends with losers."

"So what I'm hearing is you'll drop him after he loses his match with me, if he even wins? Cause we all know he's not good enough to beat me."

Dom's smile was devilish as you turned to him, matching his devilish smile with one of your own. "That depends if he even chooses you. I mean, why would he want to challenge for the B championship in the first place?"

Dominik grin widened as he looked at you-he loved it when you got all mean. "Oh, I'm hurt, babe. I thought I was your number one choice."

"You're not even the number one guy here, what makes you think you'd be her number one choice?" Carmelo shot at him, giving you a charming smile that made your skin tingle as Bronn came out the back, making his entrance.

"Sweetheart, don't let this fool bother you." He put his hand on the back of your chair, leaning slightly closer to you with that sexy smile of his, enjoying you batting your eyelashes at him and leaning into him. "You deserve someone who treats you like the lady you are."

"Oh, and that's supposed to be you? Someone who can barely take care of himself? Talk to me when you actually win a match without your little sidekick Trick in your corner." Dominik hissed at him, immediately making Carmelo’s smile shift into a glare as his words hit a nerve.

“Like you don't have 'Mami' by your side all the time. Talk to me when you don't need her to win a match." Carmelo bit back, making them dissolve into another argument. You ignored them in favor for Bronn advancing towards the commentary table, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him as he got closer to you, a smug grin on his face. "After I take that title opportunity from him, I'm gonna take his girl too!" He yelled at you, slamming his hands on the table. That got the attention of the boys, making them pause to see Bronn towering over you, the both of you locked in a stare down.

"You couldn't have me even if you wanted to. Have fun losing, and we all know I don't like losers." You spat back, not backing down from him. He chuckled, the smug grin on his face growing wider.

"We'll see about that, sweetheart." You stood up at the nickname, glaring at him harder before a borage of arms gently pushed you back, and Melo and Dom stepped forward next to you, and if looks could kill Bronn would be lying in his grave right now.

"We got a problem?" Carmelo growled at him, Dominik mirroring his deadly glare as he gently pushed you back into your seat.

"Nah, man. No problem here." Bronn backed away, his grin still wide on his face.

"That's what I thought." Dominik muttered as Bronn left, eyes never leaving his until he went inside the ring.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" Carmelo asked you, his voice laced with concern as he sat back down next to you.

"Want me to kill him?" Dominik sat on the other side of you, and from anyone else the concern would have felt suffocating. But not with them.

"I'm fine, really. I could've handled him, but I appreciate it." You gave them an appreciative smile that made them relax and share a relieved look with each other before it turned into disdain now that you were alright. You turned your attention back to the match, enjoying Ilja smacking and punching Bronn around. You cheered for every hit Ilja gave Bronn, and your heart pounded with every near fall.

You waved mockingly at Bronn when he got knocked face-first to the floor right in front of the three of you by Ilja. "How did that feel, Bronn?" Dominik mocked him with you, Carmelo trying to hide his smirk as the two of you laughed at his pain.

"Okay, Ilja!" Carmelo praised when Ilja jumped out the ring and perfectly landed on Bronn, giving him chop after chop, having the upper-hand in the match. That wouldn't last for long though, as Bronn managed to duck from a chop and speared him onto the cold-unforgiving floor.

You winced at the impact, looking at him worriedly as Bronn gave him punch after punch after punch. You wanted to go and help him, but you knew Ilja had to do this himself. You drew a line though when Bronn grabbed the steel steps, remembering the last time used it with Von Wagner and the pain and utter destruction Bronn caused him.

You jumped out of your seat, ignoring Melo and Dom trying to pull you back, and rushed towards them, running to Bronn and tried to grab the steel steps from him, your eyes blazing with anger.

"Bronn, enough!" You shouted at him, trying to pull it away from him. He didn't let go, cackling as he looked down at you.

"You have to protect him, how pathetic!" He sneered at you, trying to rip the steel steps out of your grasp. But you refused to let go, and the two of you were in a tug of war over it.

"The only thing pathetic here is you, you can't even take a hint! I. will. never. like. you. Deal with it!" Bronn's smirk faltered at your words and you felt someone suddenly behind you, strong arms pulling you away from the tug of war.

It was Carmelo, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you back and away from Bronn and the steel steps. You struggled in his grip, still seething with anger, but you knew he was doing it to protect you.

“Don't let him get to you get to you, babe. He's not worth it.” Carmelo whispered, trying to calm you down.

You gritted your teeth, trying to pull away from his grip. The ref was out of the ring, coming to the two of you. “Everyone out!” He yelled, ejecting everyone from ringside.

“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled back, breaking out of Carmelo’s grip and storming to the ref. “It was his fault! Reprehend him instead of us and do your job properly!!”

It was pure chaos. Ilja was down, you and the ref were getting into a screaming match with Carmelo trying to calm the both of you down, and Bronn watched on with a smile on his face. He laughed while turning away, dropping the steel steps and running right into a smirking Dominik, who was sneaking up on him from behind and tried to hit punch him in the face to cost him the match.

But Bronn grabbed his fist easily before it could hit his face, enjoying the way Dominik's smirk dropped as he panicked.

“Man, you really are stupid, aren’t you?" Bronn taunted, tightening his grip on Dominik's fist. Dominik tried to pull away but Bronn dragged him back and let go of his hand and in one swift move- grabbed his throat and lifted him in the air, putting him in a chokeslam and slamming him onto the ground.

You saw the movement out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t pay it any mind and continued to yell at the ref until you heard yelling and saw Dom on the floor in pain and Bronn carrying the steel steps again, ready to slam it down on him. You pushed past Melo and the ref, running to him and shoving Dom away.

It felt like slow motion when the steel hit your body, the pain overwhelming all your senses, then everything went black. You felt like you were floating, your body weightless despite the heavy pain. You could barely hear anything except the ringing of your ears and the muffled yelling coming around you. You didn't come to until you heard the bell ring hurting your ears and someone lift you up.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt someone tapping your face, trying to bring you back to consciousness. Your vision was blurred, but you were able to make out Carmelo's voice.

"Oh thank god." Carmelo sighed with relief, but concern still seeped through his voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you up to a standing position. "Talk to me sweetheart. How do you feel?"

You groaned in pain, your ribs aching with each breath. "I feel like I got hit by steel, how do you think I feel?"

Carmelo let out a nervous chuckle, relieved to hear your voice. "Your being sarcastic, so that's a good sign."

You winced as you tried to stand on your own, feeling the dull throb of pain in your ribs. The arena lights were too bright, and the sounds around you were still muffled.

"Stay down sweetheart, you're hurt." Carmelo urged, his arms still around you. You pushed away your pride and leaned on him for support. Your hearing became less muffled, and you could now clearly hear the yelling going on. You turned your head towards it, your vision slowly coming into focus.

Dominik was in the ring on top of Bronn who was a bloody pulp, punching him over and over again until his face was bruised and the mat was seeping with his blood. Ilja was being held back by security who tried to control the situation, cursing at them until he saw you awake and standing. Ilja broke free from the security and rushed to your side, concern etched on his face as he gently snatched you away from Carmelo.

"Stay away from her, this is your fault!" Ilja snapped at Carmelo as he pulled you into his arms to check on you, his red eyes darkening even more with anger.

"My fault? Bro, are you kidding me?" Carmelo shouted, eyes wide with anger. "I was trying to protect her!"

"She would't need protecting if the two of you didn't come out! I knew you guys would cause nothing but trouble." Ilja shouted back, his grip gentle yet firm as he gave you a once-over to make sure you were alright.

"She only stepped in cause you couldn't handle your business." Carmelo shot back, running a hand across his forehead in frustration. It was then you noticed his hands were bruised, and your mind flashed back to the yelling you heard while you were down. He must've joined Dom in beating Bronn's face in. You heart raced from their protectiveness, but you also felt a pang of guilt. You also felt your head ache from all the arguing going on.

"Calm down, all of you!" you cried out, your voice cutting through their anger, finally making them stop. You gently eased out of Ilja's arms and stood between the two of them.

"Ilja, it wasn't his fault, he tried to stop me. So if you're gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at me." You gave him a soft but serious look, his red eyes softening at your words. You then turned to Carmelo.

"Carmelo, stop Dom before he get's suspended. And no fighting with him. Ilja, take me to medical. I can barely walk on my own. Anyone object?" The two men were silent, serious looks on their faces as they nodded.

"Let's get you taken care of, love," Ilja spoke, wrapping his arm around you. You let him and leaned on him as support you as the both of you walked to the medic, each step shooting pain throughout your body.

Ilja helped you up onto the examination table and sat next to you, and you winced as you settled into the cold metal surface, the medic walking into the room and gave you a concerned look as he looked over you, poking and prodding at your injuries, making you bite your lip in pain. One particular prod had you hissing in pain, Ilja quickly standing up and glaring at the doctor.

"Are you hurting or helping her?" He growled, making the medic freeze up in fear. You placed a gentle hand on Iljas arm, giving him a pointed look .

"Ilja, calm down." Your eyes flitted from him to his seat, and he reluctantly sat back down. "You can continue, sorry about him." The medic nodded nervously, Ilja's glare did nothing to soothe his nerves. He quickly hurried up the examination, taking note of your injuries.

"Alright, luckily it looks like you have some bruised ribs and a mild sprain on your ankle. Nothing appears to be fractured, but I can't clear you until you are fully healed up. Just rest up with some ice and you'll be fine."

You nodded, thankful that was all it was. The medic handed you some ice and gave you a small smile before leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Ilja was mumbling angrily under his breath as soon as the door shut, and you sighed and glared at him.

"Ilja, I told you calm down."

"Yeah, let me just shut off all my emotions and calm down after those three hooligans caused you to get hurt." He scoffed. "For Dom out of all people, you know he doesn't care about anyone but himself!"

You sighed and leaned back on the examination table, wincing at the coldness of the ice on your skin. "This was probably his plan in the first place, take my championship opportunity and taunt me by hurting you in the process? I can't believe you'd get hurt for him!"

You winced, this time not just from the cold of the ice but also from Ilja's anger.

"Okay, he might be an asshole but he's not that much of an asshole! And I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you'd react, but Dominik and I have been talking, trying to get to know each other. He's not what you think, Ilja. He's…" You searched for the right words, "complicated. But he's not evil. He’s actually really sweet. And Carmelo has been looking out for me too. They both have. I know it's… complicated, but please try to understand."

You could always tell the way Ilja was feeling through his eyes. They were expressive in an away that was simply him. And right now, his fiery red eyes were a mixture of anger, concern, most of all, hurt. You let the silence play out until the was ready to speak. Finally, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

"I…them? Out of all people? Since when?”

You paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Since a few weeks ago, after my match with Roxanne. We bumped into each other, and things just sort of... happened. I didn't plan for it, Ilja. It just did. And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to hurt you. But that ended up happening anyways.”

You turned away from him, looking at the wall instead of his intense gaze that made you feel vulnerable and exposed, like he knew every single one of your thoughts. He reached out, gently turning your face back toward him.

"You didn't hurt me, and I don't care about the title opportunity, I care about you. And seeing you laying there, hurt because of them, it tore me apart. It took everything in me not to lose my mind." His voice was softer now, more raw, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You set the ice down and reached out to him, placing a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his skin.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, and for costing you the match. But I'm not sorry for what I did. He would have done the exact same for me, and I know you would have too." You stroked his cheek, your eyes boring into his. "And I'm not asking you to trust them, I'm asking you to trust me."

Ilja was lost in his thoughts for a moment, his hand covering yours, holding it against his cheek. "You're right, I would've done the same thing in a heartbeat. And I trust you more than anyone, you know that. And as much as I'd hate to see you get hurt again, if you trust them, then I support you. But promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you hurt like this again."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as his words washed over you. "I promise. And if anything happens, I'll let you beat them up."

Ilja let out a soft chuckle and caressed your hand against his cheek. "Deal. And no take backs, so if you see me beating up Dominik you can't get mad."

You giggled, the sound filling up the room and making the tension dissipate. "Deal, but only if he really deserves it." Ilja smiled at your giggling form before pulling you into a hug. You relaxed into his arms, feeling his arms tighten around you as you guys nestled into each other for what felt like hours.

You finally pulled away when he was fully relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. "Now go shower and get my stuff, you stink!" You teased and gave him a playful shove.

Ilja laughed heartily at your comment. "Alright, alright. I'll go freshen up. Jesus, you're injured and you're still beating me up."

You giggled again and pushed him towards the door as best as you could. He rolled his eyes and gave you a warm smile before leaving. Once he left, you hobbled back onto the table and placed the ice back on, shutting your eyes and trying to relax.

Time seemed to blur as you finally let yourself relax after everything that happened, and at one point you must've fallen asleep, cause you were woken up by loud knocking on the door.

"Come in." you called, your voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and in walked in a guilty looking Dominik and a concerned Carmelo trudging behind him. Their eyes softened when they looked at you, going over to you, and Dominik got to you first, his eyes pleasing and red as he reached out to you.

"Mi amor… fuck… I'm so sorry for this, for you getting hurt, for everything. This is all my fault." His hands hovered uncertainly around you, as if he didn't know whether he was allowed to touch. You made the first move, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"Dominik, it's not your fault. I chose to step in, remember? You smiled reassuringly, your voice gentle as you looked into his eyes, seeing the unshed tears in them. "And you're not the one who hurt me. So, stop blaming yourself."

"But I should've handled Bronn myself, mi amor. I shouldn't have let you step in. I should've protected you!" Dominik insisted, his voice heavy with guilt.

"Dom…" You tried to interrupt, but he cut you off with an angry huff.

"No, don't do that. Don't act like it's okay. It's not okay! You got hurt because of me!" Dominik voice got louder with anger, and frustration. He pulled his hand away and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit room.

"Dom-"

"This happened because of me-"

"She said it's not your fault!" Carmelo shouted, the room going silent at his outburst. Dominik stopped pacing and looked at him with shock in his eyes at his words that were surprisingly supportive.

You watched as Carmelo walked towards Dominik, a stern look on his face. "I know we don't like each other and you prolly won't listen to me, but listen to her." Carmelo gestured to you, sitting on the table trying not to grimace as you sat up. "She made her choice, and we can't change that. She forgave you, and if she says it's not your fault, then it's not. Blaming yourself won't make yourself feel better. Trust me, dude."

They stared at each other, a tense silence filling the room as Dominik glared at him, a look in your eyes you couldn't place. You couldn't tell if he wanted to beat Carmelo's face in too or comfort you, probably both.

After what felt like hours, Dominik finally let out a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped. "You're actually right for once."

Carmelo raised an eyebrow, Dominik wasn't actually insulting him for once?

"I am always right."

"Don't push it." And there it is, the classic banter between them. It brought a small smile to your face, despite the pain coursing through your body.

"He is right, Dom." You chimed in, your voice gentle but firm. You gestured for both of them to come to you, and they did, standing in front of you, their expressions still filled with guilt. You reached out, taking one of Dominik's hands and one of Carmelo's, intertwining your fingers with theirs.

"This is nobody's fault except Bronn's. You both tried to protect me, and I appreciate it. And I want no more blaming each other or yourselves for what happened. You can't protect me all the time, and I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? Your voice was soft yet serious as you spoke, giving them a look that meant business.

"And no more fighting. I get that you don't like each other, but I like both of you, and I want you both in my life. I'm not saying be besties, but please don't be at each other's throats every hour of every day. Can we agree on that?"

You didn't know what you were expecting, maybe another argument to come out of this? You held your breath as they shared a look, a silent understanding between them before they turned back to you.

"If it makes you happy, we'll do anything for you. " Carmelo said sincerely, squeezing your hand.

Dominik nodded in agreement, his grip on your hand just as tight. "Even if I don't like it-" He gave Carmelo the side eye before turning back to you. "I'll do it for you."

You gave them a geniune smile, your eyes beaming with happiness. "That's all I ask." You sat up fully and kissed each of their cheeks, before standing up, using the table for support.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you going, mi corazon?" Dominik asked, the both of them quick to support you.

"Ilja was supposed to be back with my stuff, but he's taking forever, so I'm gonna go check on him."

"No need to, we ran into him in the hallway on our way here. We kinda had a talk, and got your stuff." Carmelo confessed, nervously scratching at the back of his head. He gestured towards a bag on the nearby chair. "It's all there."

You gave them an appreciative smile before your furrowed your brows in surprise, a talk with Ilja could range from peaceful to murder. Considering none of them looked like they got into a fight, you figured it went as well as it could.

"What kind of talk? Please tell me he didn't say anything embarrassing, I'll kill him."

They both chuckled, amusement in their eyes. You leaned against both men, leaning your head on Carmelo's shoulder and letting Dominik wrap an arm around you, a teasing smile on his lips. "Don't worry hermosa, he was on his best behavior."

"But it went… well, actually." Carmelo continued, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We had a… heated exchange at first, but he seemed genuinely concerned about you, and, uh, he made it very very clear that we better take care of you right, or there'd be consequences." Carmelo added, his expression turning serious for a moment. "He was kinda intimadting, not gonna lie."

"Intimdating to you. He's not scary to me." Dominik voiced, a proud smirk on his face until you gave him a sharp glare that made him backtrack and tell you the truth.

"Okay, maybe he's a little intimidating," Dominik admitted with a sheepish grin, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "But only a little. And I can still kick his ass."

"Yeah, in your dreams." Carmelo said with a chuckle. Dominik gave him another glare, but this time it didn't seem as deadly as before. "I totally could! Mi corazon, back me up!" He looked at you with wide eyes, mentally telling you to agree with him.

"Mhm, I'm sure you could." You replied with a playful grin, you and Carmelo laughing at the offended look Dominik gave you.

"Okay, as much as I would love for you to tell me all the ways you can beat up Ilja Dom." you said, still grinning, "I feel like total shit, and all I want to do is sleep this pain away. And I can barely walk, let alone drive. So if you really want to make it up to me, you can drive me back to the hotel."

Dominik's expression softened immediately. "Of course, mi amor. I'll carry you if I have to."

"Like she'll let you, miss independent." Carmelo teased, and you gave him a faux pout.

"Now that you said that, you are absolutely carrying me." You teased back, earning a playful groan from him.

Carmelo rolled his eyes but gave you a smirk. "Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets."

"How come I don't get to carry you?" Dominik whined, making you giggle at him. "You can grab my stuff, sweetie."

"Ya snooze, ya lose, dude." Carmelo smirked at him, laughing when you made grabby hands at him, and he scooped you up in his arms, surprising you with how effortlessly he carried you.

"Wow, someone's been hitting the gym." you teased, playfully poking his bicep. "Very hot."

"You think so?" Carmelo shot you a smug grin. You chuckled and winked at him. "Definitely."

"Alright, show off," Dominik grumbled as he grabbed your bag and followed behind you and Carmelo, but the smile he had on showed you he wasn't actually mad. You wrapped your arms around Carmelo's neck and settled into his arms, feeling safe and comfortable despite the pain, closing your eyes and letting him carry you out of the arena.

You let yourself fall into slumber, ignoring everything else around you until you felt yourself being laid in the car.

"Go back to sleep, mi corazon. We'll be here when you wake up."

You nodded drowsily, seeing a blur of Carmelo and feeling a kiss on your cheek before you drifted back to a deep sleep.

The next time you stirred, it was to the soft murmur of voice and then you felt yourself being pulled from the cozy seat of the car, the chilly air making you curl up into whoever was holding you. You blinked sleepily, your vision slowly clearing as you realized you werein front of the hotel. . Dominik had you in his arms this time, and he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," Dominik said with a warm smile as he gazed down at you. "We're back at the hotel. Ready to go inside and get some rest?"

You mustered up a sleepy grin, curling up even more into him. He didn't seem to mind, giving you an amused smile and a gentle squeeze. "Yes, please," you mumbled softly, your voice heavy with fatigue.

He carefully carried you inside the hotel, Carmelo trailing behind with all your stuff. It was quiet, soothing music from the speakers making you even more tired. Once you made it up to your floor, Carmelo opened the door, to your room, holding it open for Dominik to carry you inside. You sighed in content as Dominik placed you onto the bed, soft blankets enveloping you in warmth.

"Your clothes are in here, we figured you didn't want to sleep in that dress." Carmelo explained, placing your bag next to the bed. "The bathroom is all yours. Do you need help changing?"

You let out a small chuckle at Carmelo's question. "I think I can manage, but trust me, both of you are more than welcome to join me in the bathroom. You're sweet for asking."

Carmelo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a playful glint in his eyes as Dominik smirked at the thought. "Trust me, neither of us are opposed to that. But I don't want to hurt you even more.'

"I'll be gentle." Dominik winked at you, making you give him a seductive smile as you slowly made your way to the bathroom."I am gonna shower, relax, wash all this off me, and if you guys really wanna make it up to me, you'll take good care of me and help me take my mind off of this pain. Right?"

Dominik and Carmelo shared a mischievous glance before nodding in agreement.

"Absolutely, mi amor," Dominik said with a grin. "We're gonna be at your service."

Carmelo looked you up and down, his heated gaze making you shiver in anticipation. "Trust me, we'll take good care of you." His voice was low and sexy, making you bite your lip and want him to take you right then and there.

You winked at them before stepping into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and stepping under the warm water, the heat soothing your body and your pain. You wrapped yourself in a robe once you were done, fixing up your face before stepping out and making your way to the bedroom.

Dominik and Carmelo were sitting on the bed on their phones, but as soon as you entered the room their eyes snapped to you, putting their phones down and looking at you with desire in their eyes.

"Damn, mi amor, you clean up nice.” Dominik praised, patting the spot on the bed between them.

You approached them, the robe lightly falling off your shoulder, a sultry smile playing on your lips. "Are you guys ready to take care of me?”

Carmelo's eyes darkened with lust as he reached out to pull you closer, and you settled between them on the bed. "Oh, we will, baby. We'll take very good care of you."

Carmelo kissed you first, his lips warm and inviting. The softness of his mouth against yours made you hungry with need, his tongue teasing as it prodded into your mouth, and every touch, every kiss sent shivers of pleasure through your body.

Dominik came up from behind you, pulling on your robe until it fell to the floor, revealing the curves of your body. His hands traced the lines of your skin, caressing and kneading the soft skin and leaving a trail of heat on your skin as he kissed your neck, both men bringing you down onto the bed.

Let's just say, they made it up to you, very very well.

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