#poly!judgment day

[mamisfavmosher]

hi love, can i request something similar to tap out but where reader’s being too overstimulated and passes out please? thank you!

of course! thanks for the request!

pass out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

(see what i did there?) anyways, sorry this took so long...

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda rough!judgment day, reader passes out, spanking, degradation kinda, slapping, almost safewording, crying, etc

Readers POV

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

To be fair, I had been a brat all day and it was only a matter of time until I did something that the rest of the Judgment Day deemed out of line. The act in question was intentionally tripping Damian on his way to the ring just to be petty. In the moment, he had immediately turned to glare at me, but refused to acknowledge the situation anymore until we reached the dressing room.

"Oh, so now you wanna apologize? Too bad. You've been a brat all day and I'm sick of it!" Priest raised his voice. His hand closed around my throat, pinning me to the wall. I watched in a panic as Rhea's lips painted a sinister smile onto her face. "You dumb whore." Damian shoved me toward the couch where Rhea was now sitting. I felt tears starting to gather in my eyes as I knew what was coming.

Rhea cracked her knuckles and pulled me over her lap. "You think you can humiliate the Judgment Day, huh?" Her hand came down hard on my ass and I immediately tried to squirm out of her hold. I gasped in pain as I felt the tingle starting to form on my skin from where her ring-clad fingers had struck. "Bad news, you little bitch," Her hand came down hard again. "You can't." I writhed in her grip as she continued spanking me, the pain increasing greatly with each hit.

"Mami, please! Please, stop, it hurts!" I sobbed as tears rolled down my cheeks. She only hit me harder.

"Serves you write, chica," Dom moved closer and fisted his hand into my hair. "You wanted to act like a brat, so now we're gonna treat you like one." He bared his teeth toward me in an evil grin, the hand in my hair moving to roughly shove my face to the side before slapping my cheek. Tears pricked in my eyes as the pain spread through my face. "Open up." His thumb hooked into my mouth and forcefully opened it wider. Dom quickly shoved his pants down his legs before thrusting into my mouth.

Rhea made a sound of approval from behind me as I gagged and choked on Dom's cock, her finger nails scratching over my sore flesh. "Why don't you two boys come and join in on the fun, too?" She looked toward Damian and Finn who had been watching the scene play out so far. The two men smirked at each other before making their way over to us.

Finn was now side by side with Dom, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and taking hold of his cock. Damian had walked behind me, muttering comments to Rhea about fucking the brattiness out of me. Both of his hands came down hard on my ass, a loud slap resonating through the room. I let out a yelp and flinched at the stinging ache. "Maybe you should think twice before you try and embarrass me of all people, you fucking brat." Damian seethed out and shoved his cock into my ass.

A pained squeal escaped my throat as the burning sensation of being stretched too quickly appeared. Nearly two seconds later, Dom removed himself from my mouth so Finn could have a turn. Finn pushed his dick all the way to the back of my throat causing me to gag and sputter. His hands were placed on the sides of my head as he held me in place, my nose pressed against his stomach. I moved my hands to shove at Finn's legs, my oxygen running low.

Finn moved away for a few seconds as Dom came to kneel by my side, a look of feigned pity on his face. He quickly captured my wrists in his hold and nodded at Finn to continue. I inhaled a small gasp before I was pressed back into the same position. "Brats don't get to fuckin' breathe, lass." He sneered at me.

Small mewls sounded from the back of my throat as I squirmed in attempt to escape the situation. Periodically, Finn would back up long enough for me to take one breath before swiftly blocking off my oxygen again.

All the different sensations had black dots forming in my vision. Rhea's nails felt like a chainsaw ripping my flesh. Damian's aggressive penetration had my entire body ignited on fire. Finn was causing my mind to spiral into a panic as he seemed to be offering me less oxygen each time. Dom's position of restraining my only defense is causing an intense fight or flight reaction within me, and right now, flight is winning the war.

I attempted to inhale, but as nothing reached my lungs, my vision went out. My body lost all strength as it gave out and went completely limp.

Dom was the first to notice. He was the only one with a clear view of my face. Remaining silent for a few seconds, he observed to try and understand what was happening. Once he realized I had passed out, he quickly alerted the others. All four of them stopped what they were doing immediately. "Sweetheart?" Dom's thumb gently rubbed across my cheek. "Can you hear me?" He was panicking now.

Rhea moved my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, her hand gently running through my hair, trying to bring me back. "Baby..." Her eyebrows furrowed as I remained unmoving. "Babydoll, c'mon.... wake up." She muttered.

Finn had run off to get some water and a snack as the other three still worked on bringing me back.

Damian gently rubbed at my legs, Dom was tightly holding my hand, and Rhea was consistently observing my face while running her fingers through my hair.

As my body calmed down and a steady income of oxygen had reentered my lungs, my eyes slowly opened. The three of them had relieved looks on their faces.

The reminders of what had just happened flashed in my mind and I immediately flinched away from their touches.

"Mi amor..." Damian removed his hands from my legs, but stayed close by. "Are you okay? What just happened? Talk to us." In the back of my mind, I knew he was concerned along with the rest of them, but all I could hear right now was the aggression in his tone from just a few moments ago. I faintly shook my head as hot tears began to streak down my cheeks.

Finn ran back into the room with a water bottle and snack in hand. He set them down before quickly kneeling down next to me. "Is she okay? What did I miss?" He asked in a hurry. Dom quietly filled him in that I had just woken up.

".... I couldn't breathe." My voice was weak and quiet, coming out in sobs. "And- and there was nothing I could do about it." I cried. My hands wiped at the tears streaming down. The weight of the room became heavy as they realized their mistake. They had given me no way of escaping the situation.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I didn't even notice." Rhea said, almost speechless at the realization. "We're so so sorry, please." Her hand fidgeted on the edge of the couch, itching to grab mine. I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating everything in my head. My eyes drifted to the ceiling as I choked back another sob.

"It was so scary, Mami." I sniffled, my hand sliding into her warm palm. She acknowledged the sign that I was ready for touch and immediately pulled me into her strong arms. I was placed on her lap and the boys sat on either side of us.

Rhea cuddled me into her chest, pressing soft kisses to my head. "I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." She shushed me.

"I'm sorry for being a brat, but I didn't think it would lead to this." I mumbled into Rhea's neck.

"No, no, no. Baby, this isn't your fault at all. It's ours. It never should've gone that far and that's on us. Don't blame yourself for something you can't control. We love you so much and it breaks our hearts to see that this happened because of us and our carelessness. I just hope you can forgive us, sweetheart." Priest spoke passionately with a comforting hand on my leg.

"Love, ya mean the world to us and I hope you know that. And I'm sorry for what happened tonight, but you have my word that we would never do this on purpose." Finn reassured.

"...I know." I glanced around at them all.

"We love you, pretty girl." Rhea peppered kisses on my cheek. "So so much!" A deep kiss on the lips. "And we're so sorry."

"I love you guys, too." I gave them a soft, reassuring smile.

They spent the rest of the night holding me close and continuously telling me how much they loved me and appreciated me, and how sorry they were.

At the end of the day, they could be very rough, intense people, but they loved me endlessly and made sure to show me.

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[specialinterestshows]

The third and final section of my The Judgment Day x transmasc!reader ficlet!

Based on a request made by @babybatlover

Warnings for this section: kink (BDSM, group sex, mommy/daddy kink, scratching, biting/hickies, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking)

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Dom (&) Me (Part 3/3)

The first thing you saw after being turned around by Finn was Dominik, held at the collar by Rhea, who was whispering something in his ear. After releasing him, she turned to you, removing the harness of her strap as she spoke.

“I’m going to use your mouth,” Rhea explains, piercing eyes trained on you like a hunter stalking her prey, “and Dom Dom’s. You boys better keep up the pace to keep Mommy happy” - she tosses aside the strap-on - “I don’t care how rough Papi and Daddy are fucking you from behind. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you and Dominik say in unison, glancing at each other when you do. Bruises were blossoming on his neck and his face was flushed - likely due to the fact that Damian had started stretching him out with his fingers. The taller man let out a low chuckle as he continued, giving you a wink before Finn starts sliding inside of you, making you moan softly.

Rhea’s hand rests on your head as she moves closer, pressing wet, pink folds against your mouth. You set your tongue to work, slowly working up a steady rhythm as Finn starts to do the same with the way he thrusts inside of you.

With your mouth occupied, the loudest sound in the room is now Dominik, moaning desperately, and Damian growling “que bueno” - until you feel Dom’s tongue brush up against yours, making your rhythm falter slightly.

“Keep going,” Rhea warned, the tip of the riding crop trailing along your side, making you shiver.

Thrusting faster, Finn grips your hip with one hand and runs his nails down your back with the other. It’s difficult, but you manage to keep your tongue moving at the same pace through the titillating pleasure and sharp pain, moaning against Rhea.

“Fuck you feel good,” Finn exclaims, continuing to speed up.

“You can say that again,” Rhea moans, grinding against you and Dominik, “They both do.”

Damian grunts his agreement from the other end of the bed before Rhea starts bucking her hips and getting louder. You do your best not to give in to the amazing sensation radiating through your body with each thrust of Finn’s, focusing on carrying Rhea through her orgasm.

“Such good boys,” she praises, finally releasing you to flop down on the bed contentedly before grabbing a nearby phone and pointing it at you and Dominik before saying, “Don’t be shy now: kiss him.”

When you look over to see if this was okay with Dom, he’s already leaned forward and caught your lips with his. It had been years since you’d done this with him, but it had never happened with so many others in the room, and this was the first time anyone had recorded it on video. You feel your face grow warm, moaning in harmony with Dominik as the two of you enjoy being used by Damian and Finn.

The waves of pleasure coursing through you came to a glorious peak when Finn reached around and started playing with your dick.

“Good boy,” he grunted as you clenched around him, “Keep coming for Daddy.”

Thrusts sloppy, Finn sinks his teeth into your shoulder before coming inside of you. You moan with him, savoring the feeling of being filled with his cum while he leaves his mark on you.

Pulling out of you slowly, Finn grabs your ass, withdrawing completely before smacking it. The movement out of the corner of your eye makes you turn to see Damian choking Dominik as he fucks him roughly, Dom’s chest and the sheets nearby already covered in cum.

“Beg me,” Damian snarls in Dominik’s ear, loosening his grip.

“Por favor, Papi,” Dom whimpers, “Please come inside me?”

“Good boy,” Rhea praised him from behind the camera.

Damian grunted, hand gripping Dominik neck tightly as be moved steadily faster until he let out a low groan that almost sounded like a growl.

“Thank you, Papi,” Dom said as the hand around his throat grew slack once more.

“Of course, mi amor,” Damian said, immediately switching into aftercare and gently kissing Dominik as he pulled out. Putting the phone away, Rhea joined the two as Finn pulled you in toward the group. Dom was receiving kisses from each of his partners, making you smile at how sweet the group was to him.

“How are you doing, lad?” Finn asks, putting a comforting arm around you, “Need anything?”

“Water, please?” you ask.

“I got it,” Rhea says, giving Dominik another kiss before bouncing off the bed to grab a water bottle.

“So let me see if I have this right,” you say, turning to Dom, “Sweet, hot, kinky babes you travel the world with as a badass wrestler? Hell, I would have betrayed your dad too!”

Your grin widens as laughter fills the room.

[end part three of three]

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[fandomfucker]

Hi can you do a judgment day x reader where they all go to a club to celebrate a win or something and the reader goes to get more drinks and a guy comes up to her flirting with her and she politely tries get away but he keeps on but then the judgement day comes looking for reader and protect her and just fluff when she thanks them and them saying they will always protect her or something like that? Pls💕

Word Count: 1,127

Reader's POV

The bright lights shone above, reflecting off of my metal jewelry in flashing colors of light. The atmosphere was humid with the smells of sweat and alcohol. Music blared from the speakers placed strategically around the room, causing the walls and floors to vibrate with the bass.

Bodies pressed up against me from every side but I didn't mind too much since they were the bodies of my four partners. Yes, four. How on Earth I got lucky enough to score all four of them simultaneously I'll never know but I'll cherish them forever.

The colorful flashing lights illuminated each of my partners' faces as I danced between them all.

Rhea held my hips from behind, grinding on my ass as Dominik held my waist, swaying his hips and singing along to whatever song was playing in front of me.

Damien and Finn were off in their own little world as they grinded against each other next to us, occasionally bumping hips with us as we all swayed to the music.

My face and neck were both flushed with sweat as I danced the night away with my partners. We were celebrating Dominik winning his NXT North American Championship Title back.

Covered in sweat and panting slightly, I gently pried myself away from the sandwich my two partners had put me in.

"I'm gonna go get drinks!" I shouted to the two of them as I pointed towards the bar. It wasn't too far away but with the amount of people in between it felt astronomical.

"Be careful!" Rhea shouted back before closing the space between her and Dom, the two of them now grinding on each other instead of me.

I giggled happily to myself as I made my way towards the bar. I had to dance my way around crowds of people along with individual couples so I wasn't met with a hand to the face.

Reaching the bar, I laid my hands atop the counter as I waited for the bartender to finish what he was doing. His movements with the bottles captured my attention, captivating me as I watched in awe.

"Hey, beautiful. Whatcha drinkin'?" An older man with scraggly, peppered, facial hair saddled up to my right

"Just water," I replied, turning my attention briefly to him before turning back to watch the bartender. Just trying to nicely tell him to get lost but he didn't seem to be getting the hint.

"Lemme buy you a drink, baby." His slurred voice rose to be heard above the music, only spreading the smell of his beer breath further into my face. He raised his hand and started whistling at the bartender, who, on the other side of the bar, couldn't hear or see him.

After a second or two of not being acknowledged he gave up and focused his undivided attention onto me. His beady eyes stared straight into my soul.

"No thank you. I'm actually here with someone." I smiled politely, taking a subtle step back away from the man. I did a quick sweep of the dance floor, trying to find my partners, only to see the four of them all in the exact same positions I had left them in.

"Hey, now. I don't see anyone." He did an overexaggerated look around us at the crowd as he leaned forward even closer to my face. I tried to step back again but found myself up against a stool and no longer able to move away.

The man only pushed further towards me, effectively caging me in. My heart started to race as I started to panic.

I wouldn't be able to beat a literal child in a fight, much less this drunk grown-ass man.

"Yeah, well, they're right over there." I pointed in their general direction, refusing to take my eyes off of the man in front of me though lest he try something when I'm not fully paying attention.

"Come on, sweetheart. I don't bite." He gave me a toothy grin as he laid his hand on my arm. Before I could even yank my arm out of his reach, his arm was ripped off of me by someone else.

"Yeah? Well, I do." Rhea stood behind the man, his arm gripped tightly in her fist as she glowered at the man.

Damian stood next to her, also death-staring the man as Dominik and Finn gently pulled me away from the situation and behind Rhea and Damian.

The two of them were without a doubt the most menacing of the group. Damian with his combined height and build and Rhea with her build and her overall aura. They were especially terrifying when even slightly peeved, never mind totally pissed.

I would hate to be in that man's position right about now.

And by the looks of it, so would he. He stared up at the two of them in horror as a wet spot grew along the front of his pants, trickling down and onto the floor, making my partners all take a couple of steps back.

Dominik waved over a bouncer to escort the perv out of the bar as Rhea continued to scowl disgustedly at the man as he was dragged out.

"I see you again, I'll do a lot more than just make you piss yourself." Rhea threatened making the man's face lose all color before she turned around to face me.

Her expression immediately softened as she gripped my face in her hands, turning my face every which way examining me for any harm the man might have caused.

"You alright, chica?" Damian checked up on me, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"I'm okay," I reassured my partners. "Just a bit shaken up is all."

Finn shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing them as he steered me towards the exit. "Let's get you home, Lass."

Dominik held my hand the whole way home, rubbing small circles with his thumb, and then carried me out of the car once I fell asleep.

Laying in bed later that night surrounded by my four partners I realized just how so incredibly lucky I am. "Thank you guys for being there," I mumbled in my sleep-dazed head-space.

"Anything for you, mami," Dominik replied, giving my forehead a kiss as Rhea squeezed my middle from behind. Finn and Damian each gave one of my hips a kiss as well.

"We'll always be here to protect you Y/n," Damian added, receiving confirmation noises from my other two partners.

My partners are my protectors and nothing and nobody will ever change that. I fell asleep feeling loved and safe, encompassed by their warm bodies saving me from all kinds of harm.

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[all-risejd]

How To Safe Word by Dom Dom

Like, just Dominik standing in the cereal aisle, he's gone shopping with Finn, and he can't decide between Honeycombs and Fruitloops. Normally he likes choices, but he's so exhausted from the WWE schedule he's been running, he just can't function, and crying in the grocery store is not something he's willing to do (yet), he says it before he even realizes it, just a faint little whimper, "Guerrero..." Suddenly Finn is by his side, squeezing his hands, looking at him concerned, "Dom, what is it, what's wrong? Did someone talk to you?" Dom can't answer, instead he just gestured toward the cereal. It took Finn a few seconds to sort it out, then he grabbed both cereals, took Dominik's hand and offered, "Sweetheart, I think maybe we need a cuddle, yea?"

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[itssotragic]

12. “Did something happen to you that I don’t know about?” with maybe Rhea/Damian/Dom 🤔

Rated: T Tags: References to past sexual assault, therapy, nightmares.

Prompt List

Quiet nights at home were few and hard to come by. There was always something that needed to be done—unpacking, packing, getting ready for the next show, traveling, training, press. Rarely did the grind stutter to a stop long enough to be still and breathe. But somehow, they'd managed to find one of those precious nights among the chaos—a respite, a chance to simply be and be together. Damian cooked, they ate, then JD and Finn disappeared into the back bedroom with a few soft murmurs exchanged in the leaving. Both had looked so exhausted that Damian had no reason to doubt they really were turning in early.

And so five became three.

They shifted to the living room, where Dom curled up against Damian's side, head resting in his lap as if he belonged there—which, he mused, maybe he did—and Damian held him close as they put on a movie Rhea had rescued from a discount bin somewhere last week. It didn't take long before Dom was half-hidden behind a blanket, peering over the fringe and clutching onto Damian's hand with every jump and pop of noise. Damian was only half paying attention, idly carding his free hand through Dom's hair, his thoughts and gaze both drifting to where Rhea had plopped down on the floor in front of the sofa, meticulously hammering studs and rivets into a trim expanse of black leather. He had no idea what event it was for—he didn't even know if she knew—but he liked watching her work. Once in a while, her tongue would poke out from between her lips, poised at the corner of her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration as she lined up sharp bits of metal, measured with her fingertips, counted, then swept the whole mess onto the floor so she could start hammering again. 

It was hard for him to imagine a more perfect night than this—to have not just one person who fit so well into every crevice of his life, but all of them. The warmth of Dom pressed against him, Rhea always lingering just within arm's reach, Finn and JD safely tucked away in the other room. It was a kind of contentment he couldn't even imagine until he'd met them. One by one, they'd slotted into place, and a sense of peace had wrapped around him like a heavy blanket.

He had half a thought lingering somewhere in the corner of his mind—something he'd been about to say, a notion that hadn't quite formed into words yet—but it was lost in the rustle of Rhea suddenly rising to her feet. She cracked her neck and stretched her arms above her head with a soft groan and a little pop of something somewhere at the base of her spine. Dom reached out and batted at her hip, and she stepped out of the way of the television with a laugh, pivoting on her toes, practically dancing between the piles of tools and fabric and supplies. 

"You headed to the kitchen by any chance?" Damian asked, watching as she flicked the hem of her shorts back into place around her thigh.

"I think I need glue," she answered.

"You wanna grab me another drink on your way back?"

"Please," she teased and wiggled her fingers at him as she reached for his empty glass.

He rolled his eyes. "And thank you," he offered, handing it over with a small, fond smirk. Their hands brushed, his touch lingered, thumb grazing over her knuckles before he let go of the glass and let her slip away toward the other side of the space.

Damian's gaze followed her, tracking every movement through the room, lingering just long enough to see her slip around the corner of the island counter. Then he turned back to Dom, fingers sliding into his hair again, scratching gently at his scalp beneath a mop of dark waves. Dom hummed softly, a barely audible noise, tilting his head into Damian's palm and shifting ever closer against his side. His focus slipped, settled, sank—grasping onto nothing in particular, at least not long enough to matter—shifting from Dom to Rhea and back again with ease. Rhea's footsteps pattered softly against the tile, punctuated by the glide of drawers as she rummaged around. But even that faded into the background after a moment or two—a rhythmic pulse like a metronome, a steady beat for him to track her by.

Time slowed to a crawl. The movie played on without him; he didn't care. His eyes slipped closed, lashes heavy, comfort guiding the way towards a drowsy sort of almost-rest. Then Rhea's fingers brushed against his shoulder, cold and damp with condensation off his glass, and he hummed a soft sound of acknowledgment as she passed. He heard her nails scratch softly over Dom's blanket, skipping down his side and hip before he felt the couch cushion shift as she settled down and rest her back against it again. A gentle silence settled over them like a fog, warm and comforting, thick enough to sink into and soft enough to mold around his body.

He drifted, lulled by the feeling of Dom's fingertips brushing slowly up and down the side of his arm, tracing shapes that felt nonsensical at first until one curved and glided just so, and his attention honed back in on his own body. Slowly, the shapes Dom was drawing began to make sense. The swoop and arc of his fingertips traced tangled serpents and caressed the side of Medusa's face, almost—maybe entirely—unconsciously. His gaze was focused on the television, one arm tucked up against his chest, while the other hand simply trailed the lines as if he had them memorized. Damian's fingers stroked down the side of his neck, thumb tracing over his collarbone and shoulder before slipping back into his hair again, and shifted his arm a bit closer, easier to reach.

"Have you seen Adam's show?" Dom murmured, turning just slightly to look over his shoulder at Damian, his big, dark eyes wide and gentle and curious. 

He couldn't help but laugh. Of course, to Dom, it was Adam's show, even though he was only in—what?—three episodes. But he nodded, twisting one long strand of hair around his finger. In his gut, he knew what question was probably coming next, but he still offered a soft smile and said, "Yeah, why?"

Dom shrugged. "Just wondering if that's why you got her—" His fingers swooped across Medusa's face again, then down towards Damian's wrist. "Because of the story, I mean."

It was innocuous enough that Damian probably could have skirted around the subject if he wanted to. But it felt—maybe not pointless, but unnecessary. There were parts of himself he'd always kept hidden away—for good reason—and Dom's innocent question brought one of those shadowy things stumbling out of the dark to sit in the center of his chest. And, somehow, it didn't feel as heavy as it once had. Maybe time did heal all wounds or some trite, cliche shit like that; or maybe the salve they'd been applying to it over the last months—years, in some cases—had finally started to heal something. Either way, it didn't feel as deep as it had three years ago when he'd sat down in a tattoo parlor, across from a woman with the prettiest rose-colored hair he'd ever seen, and spilled the entire story over the course of a six-hour session.

He swallowed around the knot that tried to form in the back of his throat, the phantom tingle of needle pricks flaring up along his arm, and nodded again, his smile soft and genuine even if there was a heaviness still sitting just below the surface. But Dom had already seen the flicker in his expression, the slight deepening of the lines around his eyes, the way his fingertips stuttered then stilled where they rest on the arc of Dom's shoulder.

"I'm not supposed to ask that, am I?" he said—timid, a little hesitant, a trace of worry in his voice that he had upset Damian. 

But he just shook his head and gathered Dom a little closer, watching Rhea out of the corner of his eye as she set her tools down and shifted around to face them both. "No, no, it's alright, hermano. You can ask. It was a really long time ago, and I'm mostly okay now."

"Mostly?" Dom echoed, looking up at him again, searching his face, trying to find an answer in his expression.

There was no reason to try to hide anything—not with them. They didn't need the pretty version of things—the glossed-over, watered-down, sanitized truth. It was messy and ugly and uncomfortable, but they were safe, and that was the only thing that mattered. Still, he felt that hard throb in the center of his chest, the last dying ember of a fear he'd spent years trying to extinguish and couldn't quite snuff out completely. He'd learned to live with it, to maneuver around it, and it remained largely inconspicuous if still softly smoldering somewhere in the distance. But here, now, he felt like he could pick that ember up in his bare hands and not get burned by it. It was as small a spark as it had ever been.

Rhea leaned her elbow against the back of the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, looking at Damian with a softness that made his heart ache, but he couldn't quite bring himself to meet her gaze just yet. Instead, he shifted a little and tugged Dom upright, coaxing him into his lap so Rhea had space to move up onto the couch next to them. He slipped into the space between Damian's thigh and the arm of the sofa, legs draped over and between his, shoulder tucked just under his arm, blanket folded around their limbs. 

He felt Rhea's lips fall against his cheek as she rose and took her place on the other side, her legs tucked beneath her as she reached for him and tangled their fingers together. Part of him was glad it was just the three of them, then. It wasn't that he didn't want Finn and JD to know, just that it seemed easier to deal with when there weren't so many people staring at him. The wound had healed, sure, but it had scarred, and some of those scars were thicker, deeper than others. It was hard to know where to start sometimes. He cleared his throat, blinked a few times, and stared up at the ceiling.

"Truth is," he started, gaze gliding back to the television and the credits rolling there. "I wasn't fully aware of what was happening at the time. There were just a bunch of whispered conversations I don't think I was ever meant to hear, and then, all of a sudden, I was being shipped back to New York. I didn't understand why I had to leave—just that everyone was upset all the time, and all I knew was that I was at the center of it. I thought I was being punished for something, but I didn't know what, and I didn't know how to process everything that was going on either—so I just didn't."

Silence hung heavy for a few seconds, but Damian needed that pause to ground himself—to settle into the warmth that surrounded them, the feeling of Rhea's thumb brushing over his knuckles, and Dom's hand curled softly in the front of his shirt. 

"I didn't start dealing with any of it until a lot later," he continued, still staring at some vague spot in the middle distance. "I had a coach who basically told me to get my shit together, then shoved me in the direction of a therapist. I hated it. I thought it was stupid and pointless—that there was nothing I could benefit from knowing—that it was gonna be a massive waste of time. Then, little by little, it started to help—even if, eventually, it opened up a can of worms I didn't realize was actually full of snakes. Once I started digging, I started to remember, and it hit me like a fucking truck. I had nightmares for weeks. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I could barely make it to practice. I was a wreck. And, thankfully, a lot of people gave me a lot of grace while it was happening. They didn't know—no one did—they just knew I was trying to get my head on straight and that, hopefully, I was going to come out the other side of it better."

His throat was dry, and he could feel his voice faltering, but he forced himself to keep going. It was cathartic, in a way, like taking a hot knife to an infected wound and prying it open so the poison could drain out.

"There were things that had grown around that initial memory, though—rooted into it, branched off of it—things that needed to be handled separate from everything else. But by the time I moved to Vegas, I'd gotten a hold of most of that, too. The real bone-deep pain wasn't there anymore. Every once in a while, something still flares up, and I have to sit with it for a bit, but..." he shrugged, "but at least I can sit with it now. I can look at it and acknowledge that it's there, and it hurts, and that's okay. Most of the time, it's just phantom pain, anyway; something that aches because it remembers, not because it's still bleeding."

Rhea's palm slid against his cheek, cupping his jaw as she guided his face towards hers, and he felt the slightest sting in the corners of his eyes. That was residual, too—a reflex left over from all the times he'd secluded himself in some small, dark place, hoping he might feel safe enough to cry through the pain. He blinked it away and leaned into her touch, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He could feel her eyelashes flutter against his, her fingernails gliding softly through his beard, holding him there as he breathed deep and steadied himself. When he pulled back, he found Dom's dark eyes still watching him, quiet and curious and unassuming—a dozen different questions lingering in his gaze. Damian carded his fingers through his hair, tucking loose strands away from his face, tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. Dom's lips twitched into a soft smile, and he pressed his cheek into Damian's palm.

"Is that why you've always been so good with me and my bad dreams?" he asked.

He laughed and nodded, his smile finally softening into something more natural. "I'm sure it has something to do with it, yeah. But you're easy to take care of."

His smile faded for a moment as he shifted his hand to curl around Dom's shoulder, holding him snug against his chest. If he'd noticed the flicker of emotion on Damian's face that time, he didn't let on; he just tucked himself in closer, drawing his knees up, and nuzzled into the solid expanse of Damian's chest. Sometimes he wondered how alike the two of them were and how much Dom kept quietly closed off for the sake of everyone else around him—to continue being the bright little ball of sunshine they all knew. But it wasn't the right time to start digging into that. He could only hope that offering this small fragment of himself would be enough that they might also feel safe in unburdening their darkness with him—more than they already had. He pressed a kiss to the top of Dom's head and shifted his gaze back to Rhea, catching the soft, sidelong glance she cast in his direction.

"I'm proud of you," she said, her voice low and warm, gentle as she drew her fingers through his hair and grazed her thumb along his temple. "You know that, right?"

Damian hummed, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat, and nodded, turning his face to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "I do," he murmured, reaching for her other hand again. "But it's still nice to hear sometimes."

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[babybatlover]

I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC

its rhea x reader smut

Ok so reader loses a match and rhea punishes her and the tjd boys come and watch as rhea overstims reader, PLEASE HELP

#wwe #rhea ripley #rhea ripley smut #wwe smut #dominik mysterio #judgement day smut #rhea ripley x reader #rhea x reader #wwe x reader #wwe rhea ripley #poly judgement day #the judgement day #finn balor #the judgment day #the judgment day x reader

[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE (the judgment day)

Ship: Rhea Ripley x Finn Balor x Damian Priest x OC (Fem)

The new member of The Judgment Day, Pt. 1

The Judgment Day was the most feared group in New York. A group of gang leaders banded together. A man called Edge realized their potential and attempted to become their leader, but Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest did not allow that, killing their founder. Later the duo became a trio as Finn Balor was invited to join. It was perfect.

Finn ran nightclubs all over the city while making money and collecting phone numbers. Damian had every law firm in the city wrapped around his finger as he transported drugs into the country. Rhea was a hired assassin while running half of the Black market. They were unstoppable.

Until now. Slowly, I've been making progress. I've stopped half of the drug trade, I've saved some of Rhea's victims and I even managed to rob Finn of half his fortune by hacking into JPMorgan Chase's systems. And the best part, is they don't know who I am.

Although my last project might've blown my cover. I'm an IT student with a degree in anatomy, and I specialize in human anatomy in combination with technology. My plan was to plant chips in the brains of two of Finn's men. With those, I could constantly know what he was up to. But my plan failed, Finn realized that something was off and Rhea killed the two men, finding my emblem on the pieces of tech. They now know my name, Elzette.

But I will tackle that disaster in the morning because I feel like I might die if I keep my eyes open for another second.

~

Rhea, Finn and Damian stood in Finn's condo, overlooking the city.

"We finally found the little weasel, Rhea can just go kill her."

"No Damian, it might be a trap, we know this girl is smart."

"A trap I can't get out of? Please..."

"That arrogance might cost you."

"Fine Finn, I'll take Dom with me."

"Ok, also do we want to kill her right away?"

"Honestly Rhea, I think a kidnapping might be better, we might even be able to get my money back."

"Sure, I can do that but I'm going to need some chloroform. If you can get that for me, I might even be able to do it tonight. I don't want to give her time to run."

Finn walked to his desk. He pulled open his drawer and grabbed a jar. He tossed it to Rhea.

"Well then, I'll bring her here. See you boys in a bit."

Rhea kissed both of them on the cheek before walking into the elevator. Waving at them as she dropped out of view.

Rhea decided that Dom wasn't really necessary. So she packed a few knives into her pockets and loaded her guns. In less than 30 minutes she had arrived in the right neighborhood. The apartment building was only a few plots down. She parked her car in an alleyway and found a small gap in between to buildings. She used that to climb up onto the roof. She jumped onto the next roof and next until she was stood on the right building.

She used a gutter to climbed down onto the girl's balcony. The curtains were still open. It didn't really matter if her victim saw her, she was doomed either way.

She was pleased to find the door was still unlocked. She entered the dark apartment, to find her victim asleep. She smiled at the woman on the bed, in only a sports bra and some shorts. She was gorgeous, but Rhea didn't dwell on that.

Instead she tied a rag around the woman's face, it was doused in chloroform. The woman had no reaction to it, so Rhea left it there. She picked the her up and carried the poor girl out to her car, deciding to tie her up there.

Rhea lay her down on the back seats, before opening the trunk to grab her black duffle bag. It had some rope in it.

For the first time, she appreciated the woman. Elzette was her name. With hair the color of blood styled to frame her face perfectly, she looked stunning. Shadows circled her eyes, showing a blatant lack of sleep, but Rhea could fix that.

She had two scars next to her eye, crossing each other perfectly. They worked together with her eyebrow, trapping her left eye in a box. Somehow, she made it look graceful. Judging by her figure, she was no stranger to the gym. She looked to be about 5'5.

~

I woke up to a large hand gently caressing my cheek, I leaned into the touch almost automatically.

"You were right, Rhea. She's cute."

"Agreed."

My eyes opened slowly, one at a time. And only when I saw Finn Balor crouched down in front of me did I realize my predicament. I was tied to a chair in a room with Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor and Damian Priest. Three people who want me dead. Three stunningly attractive people who want me dead.

"Pretty eyes as well."

Finn's hand moved upwards as he pulled at my skin. He raised my eyebrow to get a better look at my eye, his thumb resting right beneath it. I pulled away from him.

"Aww, you looked so comfortable ten seconds ago, what happened?"

I looked down at my lap, refusing to respond as my face turned red. Damian walked past me. He leaned his forearms on the back of the wooden chair before ducking down to talk to me.

"Don't look so sad. If you play our game, we'll untie you."

"And then you'll kill me."

Rhea cut in from the other side of the room.

"We wouldn’t kill a pretty face like yours."

I still didn't buy it, but I might as well try speeding up the process.

"How does this game work?"

"Don't worry about that, love."

Then I felt Damian's hands on my shoulders. He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Just play along."

"Wha-"

I was cut off as Damian's hands started moving, massaging my shoulders. I moaned softly. It felt good, too good.

"You've given me something."

"Painkillers. I had you tied up for about 22 hours. It could not have been comfortable."

"Poison."

Rhea grinned as she repeated herself.

"Painkillers."

"Aphrodisiacs."

"Maybe a little."

"Why?"

Damian pulled his hands away and as much as I hate to admit it; The aphrodisiacs weren't the only reason I missed his hands.

Rhea walked towards me before wrapping a blindfold around my head.

"You see, El." This woman dares to call me by a nickname. "There is something to be said about pain," I gasped as I felt a cold blade on my thigh. It made a thin cut, barely deep enough to draw blood. " and pleasure." I felt a hand in my hair, gently drawing circles on my nape. Ok, yeah pleasure, lots of it.

"Any moron can inflict pain and yes, it can be useful under the correct circumstances. Pleasure, on the other hand, is a valuable tool only the skilled can use. It walks right next to Anticipation and Fear, all three leaving footprints in the sand." To be honest, fuck metaphors.

"And how is that relevant to me?"

"Well, we realized that you are too dangerous to kill."

"I would love to know what that means."

"That means that you are dangerous enough to become one of us. We just need to convince you and judging by the way you melted into Finn's touch and how Damian's hands affected you, your body is already convinced. And if you don't believe me, we'll be happy to prove it to you."

I felt Rhea's lips on mine and I couldn't help but kiss back. I sighed in defeat, muttering to myself.

"Not good."

A hand in my hair, pulled my head back, exposing my skin to the other two vultures in the room. I felt Finn lowering himself onto my lap, straddling me as he sucked at the plain skin above my collarbones. I moaned as he found the sweet spot on my neck.

A large, gentle hand grabbed my chin, turning my head to the side. A pair of lips smashed into mine, it was Damian's. I felt his stubble on my chin. I gasped as I felt Rhea's tongue leave a wet trail beneath my jaw. Damian took this opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss as Finn sucked at my neck, probably leaving a few marks.

Then it stopped.

I felt Rhea's hand against the side of my neck. She pressed a kiss to the top of my head before she disappeared as well. I whined, missing the contact.

"No, please..."

No one replied.

~

They left me there. I couldn't see, my mouth was too dry to yell and I couldn't move at all. The cold set in, making my fingers go numb. I shivered every few minutes, desperate for a little bit of warmth. I didn't know how much time had passed but it was definitely more than an hour. I could feel the ropes digging into my skin. For the first time, it bothered me.

All I could do was wait.

And then I heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps, it only sounded like one person. I was overjoyed. Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Nah, I knew they were hot long before they kidnapped me.

Then I felt hands on my arms, gently rubbing some warmth into my skin. It felt nice, comforting in a way. Soothing like the rich sound of Damian's voice.

"Are you ready to join our ranks? Or do you need more persuasion?"

I only shook my head, not quite ready to give in.

"You refuse? Three hours ago you begged us not to leave you and here you are turning us away."

I don't know why he sounded so heartbroken, but it was enough to make me be honest with him.

"I-," I gulped, "I don't know."

"Fine, I’ll make it an easier decision. You join our ranks and recieve all the benefits that come with that or we hold you hostage until you eventually agree."

"You're not gonna kill me if I refuse?"

"No."

I let out a breathe of relief. That sounded genuine enough.

"What are those benefits you mentioned?"

"Protection, from those who want you dead. And that list is long."

I contemplated for a few seconds. He was right, that list is long and growing. I bit my lip, trying to weigh the pros against the cons.

I didn't want to admit it, but I needed this. Not for money, power or even protection. I needed it so I could feel as if I'm a part of something. I needed it so I wouldn't be as miserable and as lonely as I was before.

"I'll leave you to think it over."

He squeezed my shoulder before walking to the door. I panicked, not wanting to sit alone in the cold anymore.

"No, please don't leave."

He stopped dead in his tracks, watching as I tried to collect myself. My voice suddenly sounded watery.

"I'll join."

My head hung as he knelt in front of me. I shivered, the cold stinging my skin. He took the blindfold off, tilting my head so he could look me in the eye. My eyes were suddenly red.

"Why is this so difficult?"

"It's nothing. I'm just very good at making myself cry. It's fine."

He wiped the tear off my cheek with his thumb. I leaned into his touch and he stood up, revealing Rhea and Finn who were stood in the doorway.

I hung my head again not wanting to face them with teary eyes and a quivering lip. Finn took Damian's spot infront of me, both hands cupping my face. Rhea approached me with a knife, making me flinch as she brought it a little too close to my face. She started cutting the ropes that tied my arms to my sides while Damian untied my legs.

Finn kissed me softly, gently pressing his lips to mine. When he pulled away, another tear rolled down my cheek. This is my breaking point. I stared at the wall behind Finn with glass eyes as he wrapped his jacket around me. I let Damian lift me out of the chair.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me with ease, a hand under each of my thighs. He carried me out of the cold room and into an elevator. Rhea and Finn followed. Rhea pressed the button in the elevator for floor 6, the top floor.

I buried my face in Damian's chest, feeling a hand rub soothing circles into my back. I felt pathetic. I felt like a little girl again, unable to control my emotions and desperate for any kind of affection.

The elevator stopped and Damian carried me to a couch, putting me down as I let go of his neck. Rhea sat down on my right, letting me slump against her. Finn sat down on my left. Rhea lifted me up into her lap before Finn picked up my legs, making those go over his as he moved closer. Throwing an arm over Rhea's shoulders, he let her put her head on his shoulder. I leaned against Rhea with my head in the crook of her neck while I pulled Finn's jacket tighter around me.

Damian returned with a blanket and a box of tissues. He threw the blanket over the three of us before sitting on Rhea's right and put the box of tissues on the coffee table infront of the couch. He put his left arm on the backrest of the couch, using his other hand to rub my side.

It was warm, cozy even. Here I am, seeking safety and compassion from the people I sought to destroy. For months, I've schemed against them, trying to make their empire crumble. Yet, here I am, cuddled up against them, tears rolling down my face. Pathetic.

AN: This post was inspired by a series of another creator, igncrxntripley. Go show their account some love.

"If you want to talk about it, we'll listen. If you don't, that's fine too."

#the judgment day #oneshot #poly relationship #mafia au #why is everyone hot #why am i like this #finn balor #damian priest #rhea ripley #mami rhea

[dementedtrashcat]

#judgment day #dominik mysterio #damian priest #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #damian priest x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #judgment day x reader #finn balor #finn balor fanfiction #poly judgement day

[mamisfavmosher]

Can I request poly! Judgement Day with a s/o who's a stationary enthusiastic? Never leave me alone in the stationary section at the drugstore because I will buy the entire world

thanks for the request!

stationary sweetheart // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

My eyes widened as I spotted the stationary section. All the bright colors, the pretty gels and inks, the various patterns printed onto sticky notes, the different textures of paper, the abundance of notebooks and notepads. All of it drew me in and I couldn't stop myself when my feet started moving closer and closer.

I slowly walked down the aisle, stopping multiple times to admire something. Coming to a halt, I looked around and realized that my four partners were no where to be seen. Furrowing my brows for a second, I shrugged and carried on browsing.

I gasped when I saw it. The prettiest pen I had ever laid my eyes on. The stick of the pen was wrapped in purple ribbon and purple feathers sprouted from the top. I carefully grabbed the pen and observed it in my grasp. Removing the cap, I scribbled lightly on a piece of sampling paper and immediately grinned. The ink was a beautiful purple gel.

Meanwhile, the other four members of the Judgment Day had been on one mission: get cough medicine. That was until they noticed their fifth member and beloved girlfriend was no longer following behind them. Rhea immediately started to panic, thinking of the worst. The four of them made quick work of spreading out through the store to search.

Back in the stationary section, I happily smirked as my eyes landed on the marker display. These were some of my favorites as my partners would usually let me color on their tattoos to waste time, so I'm always on the look out for new colors. I spotted a packet of pastel markers and another packet that had an 'under the sea' color palette. Holding both packets in my arms along with my purple pen, the various shades and patterns of sticky notes caught my eye. Wandering over to them, I inspected all the different prints and picked up a few packs. I knew we needed some more at the house, so my partners should understand.

A dark blur crossed the aisle opening in front of me before stopping and quickly backing up. "Sweetheart, we've been looking all over for you!" It was Dom. He walked over to me and chuckled at the sight of my arms filled with stationary goodies.

"Sorry, Dom Dom. I couldn't help myself! But, look!" I held out the pretty purple pen and moved it around so the feathers would tickle him.

"That's a real nice pen, chica, but you had Mami worried sick." Dom lectured, but gently smiled at me before I could defend myself. "Let me tell her I found you real quick." He pulled out his phone and sent her a text.

Before either of us had time to leave the aisle, Mami came barreling around the corner and swiftly walked over to us. "Baby, you can't just walk away from us like that! We had no idea where you went!" She said in an exasperated manner, her brows furrowed.

"Mami, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to look at all the pretty stuff... Plus, we're out of sticky notes at home." I held up one of the multiple packs of sticky notes in my arms and watched with a small smile as her resolve faded.

She sighed and shook her head before grabbing all of the items from my arms and putting them in her basket. "Well, thanks for getting the sticky notes, babe. Just let one of us know when you want to go down a specific aisle next time. You scared the hell out of me... thought something happened to you." She held out her hand for me to grab, which I did before proceeding to kiss her cheek. Rhea smirked down at me, then switched her attention to the two men jogging into the aisle. Damian and Finn were out of breath as they looked at me with pointed gazes.

"Don't worry, guys. Rhea and I already gave her the lecture." Dom chimed in, picking up a pack of Halloween stickers behind him and holding it up for me to see. "You want more stickers, too, baby?"

I gasped, "Yes!", snatching the stickers and throwing them in the basket.

"Lass, what do you need that many sticky notes for?" Finn eyed the contents of the basket and looked to me. I pulled the three packs out and held them up to him.

"This one's for whatever anyone wants, this one's for dates on the calendar, and this one's for me to leave little notes around the house for you all." I shyly smiled and gently put them back in the basket.

"You're too sweet, babygirl." Damian pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. "I better get the most lovey-dovey shit in those little notes." He said with raised eyebrows.

"Of course! The most lovey-dovey shit for all of you." I giggled and Damian attacked the side of my head with soft kisses.

He nuzzled my face into his chest. "Our sweet little angel. But, don't ever scare us like that again." His voice became stern.

"I won't, promise." They all gave me a quick kiss before we checked out and headed home to make good use of my new stationary goodies.

#wwe #rhea ripley #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #finn balor #damian priest #wwe superstars #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #damian priest x reader #the judgment day x reader #poly!judgment day #monday night raw #friday night smackdown #wwe x reader #judgment day fluff

[fandomfucker]

I would like to write some judgement day oneshots/head cannons so please give me some ideas!! Mainly Rhea and or Dom x reader or poly!judgement day but I can do my best with the other two too!

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[all-risejd]

Chapter 22: The meeting and burning questions (A Poly Judgement Day Fic)

San Diego Tuesday, May 9th,

Nessa drums her fingers against the arm rest of their rental car as they pull up to the familiar house with the cream colored exterior and dark brown accents on the sides of the windows, the dark of the accents contrasting the light cream of the exterior of the house beautifully. Nessa stares at the exterior of the house as the knot in her stomach tightens as Dominik pulls in and parks in the driveway. Nessa see’s a curtain flutter in movement, signalling that Angie was watching for their arrival. Neither of them make a move to exit the car, Nessa’s nervous tapping on the arm rest, her other hand firm in Dominiks hand. Dominik raises their conjoined hands placing a kiss to the back of her hand.

“It’s not too late to cancel Mi Sol. I can have Mom call him and cancel. We can just go in and go to sleep.” Dominik offers, giving her the out he feels she needs. Nessa takes a shaky breath and shakes her head before answering.

“Np, No, I can do this… I think… Should I do this Ducky?” Nessa looks at Dominik her eyes wide and filled with tears, some of them spilling over and falling down her cheeks. Dominik cups her cheek wiping away her tears.

“Hey, this is up to you but I do think it is a good idea at some point to talk to him. You made this decision very quickly, you could postpone a few weeks or months or never if you want. I will support whatever you choose.” Dominik promises, hiding his own anxiety better than Nessa is. He smiles at her when she turns her head and kisses his palm. Nessa releases Dominiks other hand and uses both of hers to wipe away her tears.

“Lets get this out of the way and then we decide where to go from there.” Nessa tries to pep herself up to get ready to face her father. Dominik scoffs and rolls his eyes. “No, Corazon, you decide where to go and we follow. You don’t need to ask us for permission for every little thing. Baby I thought we worked through that the first time around.” Dominik looked at her sadly, realization setting in he did more damage than he thought when he left her. His chest hurting at the thought of her blaming herself still for him leaving and that is why she always asks for permission.

“I… Uh… ok” Nessa gives in unable to explain her setback, her eyes flickering to the window, seeing Angie’s form leaning against the door frame to the house, her arms crossed clearly inpatient waiting for her children. Dominik turns to see his mom clearly annoyed and he curses under his breath and gets out of the car, Nessa doing the same not wanting to face Angie’s wrath. Dominik grabs Nessa’s hand and they make their way up the path and meet Angie at the door.

“It’s about time. Nessa mija go to the back yard by the pool, I have some tea there for you, Dom you stay in the kitchen. Kevin will be here any moment so do whatever you need to to be ready sweetheart. Dominik I told you stay in the kitchen” Angie reiterates, her tone going sharp as she repeats herself when Dominik tried to Follow Nessa into the backyard. Dominik stops in his tracks and turns to face his mom, his face contorted into a pout. The same pout that he would use as a child. Angie rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and shifting her weight.

“If you must be so nosy in such a delicate time then you can watch from the window.” Angie cuts off when the door bell rings. Dominik jerks his whole body towards the front of the house. Angie holds up her hand, silently telling him to stay put while she goes to answer the door. Dominik bounces up and down, one arm crossed over his chest, the other bent around it, chewing on his thumbnail. A habit he has picked up from Nessa.

He drops his arms to his side as the lumbering frame follows his mom into the kitchen. Dominik stares at him warily. Angie rolls her eyes again and just walks outside to the back yard while Kevin pauses momentarily and looks Dom up and down appraisingly before just nodding his head and walking out the back door, the door swinging closed behind him. Dominik steps to the door, his hand resting on the handle, the tip of his nose pressing on the glass, streaks of fog appearing from breathing. Watching the tall figure slowly head towards Nessa sitting on the edge one of the beach beds, clearly wringing her hands. _________________________________________________________________________

Nessa sits perched on the edge of the wicker beach bed, wringing her hands together, ignoring Angie just hovering around pretending to water the nearby plants as Kevin approaches her, his hands in his pocket and his shoulders slumped forward to seem smaller thanhe actually is. Nessa chews on her lower lip as he silently sits on the bed opposite her so he is able to face her. He is unable to meet her gaze, unsure how to start or what to say. Theye sit like that in an uncomfortable silence until Nessa takes a deep breath and clears her throat.

“You… you wanted me to hear you out, so… here we are… im ready to listen, but for me to hear you out you have to actually you know speak.” Nessa starts off unsure, her voice getting more steady as she goes, her tone bordering on annoyed. This breaks some of the tension, making Kevin scoff and bite back a chuckle. Seeing the attitude that runs through his family, reminding him of Tristen and he can’t help but smile. Nessa cocks her head and crosses her arms, getting annoyed by the older man just sitting there and smiling at her like an idiot.

“Ok, you must have had a stroke or something because your face is stuck like that. Why are you staring at me like that?” Nessa asks, trying to get the conversation started.

“You have the family attitude and you reminded me of my son… your brother… Tristen” Kevin explains, clearing his throat and blinks back tears, the pain still fresh in his heart.

“You don’t have to explain, I know about him.. Well the basics a good friend told me when I went to her for advice after Backlash..” Nessa scrunches her nose and moves her lips back and forth before offering an olive branch of information. “I lost my older brother Thomas earlier this year. To an overdose… It… it is a heavy thing to bear, let alone losing a child…” Nessa swallows and glances over at Angie who continues to “tend” to her plants.

“I..” Kevin clears his throat and tries again, “You were born a few months before him and I have one picture of you with him if you'd like to see it?” Kevin offers and waits for her answer. She nods her head unable to find any words. Kevin shifts his weight to pull out his wallet and pulls out a small picture, he leans forward and hands Nessa the picture of two babies side by side in a crib, a baby blanket Nessa recognizes as her blankie laid across them.

“The uh one on the left is you, and the right is Tristen. This is the only picture I was ever able to get of the two of you together. Not long after that your mom decided to atone for the “wrong” she did to your father and to my wife by seeing me on the side, even though it gave us you.” He explains, his voice cracking.His hand pausing midair where he went to stroke her cheek like he used to. He pauses to see her reaction, lowering his hand as Nessa continues to hold on to the little picture he provided and glances up at him. He takes that as his cue to continue.

“Your mother is a strong and lovely woman who didn’t deserve how your father was treating her and you didn’t deserve it either. She hoped he would change and right his wrongs at Yom Kippur that year but she was the only one who put forth the effort and we see how that ended up… I was alway there ready to help, to help her escape with you and your brother and get a new life started but she was scared so don’t blame her for not letting me in your life.” Kevin pleads, reaching forward to grab Nessa’s hand but she pulls back.

“Then why not after she divorced him, why did you not tell me when I turned 18. You were always lurking about on those big days. I thought I was going crazy because of all those stories mom told me about when I was a kid.” Nessa accuses him, asking the question she hasn’t stopped asking herself since Backlash.

“Because your mom asked me not to and I respected her wishes. We thought it would be best for you and would protect you as much as possible. The life I led” Kevin takes a shaky breath and continues, “the life you lead now is not an easy one and we wanted to protect you from it. Then you got with Dominik, a lovely boy by the way, and I knew it was only a matter of time before you would be even more immersed in this world. While I couldn’t always be there in person I made sure you and she were always taken care of. Tamara… My wife, knew and accepted and forgave my transgression, and wanted to be part of your life as well but again respected your mother's wish, she didn’t agree with my method of protecting you. God this is all jumbled.” He mumbles to himself after explaining as well as he could with how frazzled his emotions were. Nessa gently hands the picture back to him.

“No, that actually made some sense. You have to see it from my point of view, my whole life is a lie. My father isn’t my father, you paid for all my schooling basically handing everything to me. I don’t know what I have actually achieved now or was it all because of you. I’m in the WWE because of your friendship with Hunter, maybe I only passed nursing school because you donated an assload of money. Now you buy me a fucking bus a…a…a… and I don’t know why” Nessa lists off and throws up her hands, bringing them back down and running them through her hair and then down her face where tears have started to fall. Angie stops watering her plants and goes over, sitting next to Nessa and grabbing her hands. “Ay, Mija. It wasn’t just him that got you that bus. I did as well. You deserve a place to be home while on the road. Somewhere to be safe after everything you have been through. You are my daughter just as much as Aalyah and I will do anything to keep you safe and happy. Just… Don’t tell Oscar he is still uh coming to terms with your uh… dynamic with your partners.” Angie pats Nessa’s hand and caresses her cheek, Kevin snorting at the choice of words. Nessa turns her gaze to Kevin, narrowing her eyes.

“What?” She asks, the feeling of being judged settling into her gut. Kevin just shrugs and smiles.

“I have no issue with your dynamic, fully support it. Whatever makes you happy. You arent the first wrestlers to have that kind of relationship.” Kevin explains and Nessa cocks her head.

“Don’t… Don’t try to overcompensate to get on my good side. You weren't there for me when I needed you. Instead, you lurked like a…a… fucking creeper. Where were you when I skinned my knee learning how to ride a bike, or… or… or when I had my heart broken the first time, or my proms. I needed a dad.. I needed my dad, someone, to help protect me and Ma, where were you then, instead of just my graduations and a few recitals, for the good stuff? I needed you…” Nessa rattles off, her voice cracking and Angie rubbing her back trying to calm her down.

“I wanted to be there, I wanted to be more involved, to protect you. I did what I could, to provide for you and your mother. I want nothing more than to protect and provide for you and to get to know you.” Kevin explains, Nessa furiously wiping the tears from her face with shaky hands. She glances over to the back door to see Dominik's face pressed against the glass. Nessa chokes on her breath trying to not laugh, she scratches her nose and he flings the door open and runs out quickly getting to where the three of them are sitting, Kevin fighting to keep his own tears at bay.

Dominik takes the space right next to Nessa and pulls her into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, sniffling a few times, her hand still held tight in Angie's.

“I know about your ex and who it is and I would have given anything, ANYTHING to protect you and get you out of that situation safely. I am glad you were able to get yourself out.” Kevin praises, ignoring Dominik and Angie shaking their heads no. Nessa angrily gets to her feet so she is standing in front of Kevin.

“I got out of it but the cost was so high I live every day with the regret of what it cost me and you were nowhere, nowhere when i needed comfort after, the fear, the depression, the self loathing…” Nessa takes a deep breath trying to calm herself, “you didn’t know so I don’t hold that against you not really but you did know about what my dad did and again you did not protect me. You asked I hear you out and I did. You can go this conversation is done.” Nessa storms off, wiping away more tears as they fall. The remaining three watch her retreating figure as she disappears into the house, the door slamming behind her. Kevin slumps back finally letting the tears fall, his heart shattering more than before, feeling defeated the knowledge he may never get to know her, that it is too late.

“Mijo go after her, make sure she is ok, I’ll talk to Kevin. Maybe this was too soon. After you make sure she is ok have her nap and you could do with one too. I’ll wake you for dinner.” Angie dismisses Dominik who glances over at Kevin who has his back turned.

“Look man, she hasn’t had an easy time of it either and I haven't exactly made it easier, especially this year. Just give her some time ok, she will come around. Maybe not to the level you want but she will forgive you eventually.” Dominik tries to reassure the other man before returning to the house. Angie sighs and runs her hands down her face.

“Well, that could have gone better huh Kev? Dom is right she will forgive you soon enough. You need to give her some space, let her come to you ok. I’ll keep an eye on her for you.” Angie advises, giving Kevin's shoulder a slight squeeze.

“What was the price she paid? What happened?” Kevin asks, the knots in his stomach getting worse. Angie sighs again before answering, “its not… its not my story to tell.” Angie pauses weighing the pros and cons. “She was pregnant, and the stress from healing from the last beating and the fear of him coming back made her lose it and she has never forgiven herself. Now don’t go blaming yourself either, you wouldn’t have known and couldn’t have known or done anything to help. Let us just be glad she got out and is doing better now and that she has Dom and the others.” Angie tries to stop his own blame and self loathing, rubbing his shoulders soothingly.

“I uh… I better go. Thank you for hosting this Ange and for having my back and taking care of Nessa.” He thanked her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Of course Kev, I’ll always take care of her like she is my own which she practically is now. I’ll keep you updated.” Angie promises, walking him back to the house and escorting him to the front door. __________________________________________________________________________

Nessa storms in to Dominiks room and paces back and forth, brading and unbraiding her hair trying to make sense of the conversation she had with Kevin. Battling her emotions, knowing it wasn’t his fault fully that he wasn’t around but the resentment he wasnt there to help her when she needed it yet he payed for her schooling making her lucky and giving her a leg up she wouldn’t have had. Her thoughts are interrupted by Dominik knocking on the doorframe announcing his presence.

“Princesa sit on the bed.” Dominik orders, knowing she needs some stability and guidance. Without argument she goes over and plops on the bed, still braiding and unbraiding her hair. Dominik goes to Nessa’s bag and grabs her brush and a hairtie. He sits down behind her and with one hand gently guides her hands to her lap so she stops fussing with her hair. He then unbraids her hair and starts to brush it gently knowing he trusts her with this most vulnerable part of herself, the part she protects the most.

“Whats going on in your head Princesa, lets talk through it, then we can nap until dinner.” Dominik prompts, focusing on not yanking the brush through the knots.

“I can’t rightfully blame him. It was a decision they both made.” Nessa starts explaining, letting out a deep sigh.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t blame him. He could have contacted you still, especially after you turned 18.” He agrees with something she has said multiple times.

“That is true, he did provide for us though, when he didn’t have to. Mom had no claim to anything of his yet he at least made sure we had a place to live, food and a damn good educaiton for me. I just can’t get over him not trying to be there harder. He could have fought, he could have done shared custody, visitation, something. Instead of hiding in the shadows at celebrations. I needed him during the bad things too where was he then?” Nessa sniffles again, still confused on how to feel, not knowing how to process everything still.

“He was on the road like dad. Or doing his movies once he sort of retired. Though he hasn’t fully retired yet still. Not to defend him, but how would you have taken it at age 18 going to college finding out he is your father, or any point after that?” Dominik asks, setting down the hair brush and braiding down nessa’s hair in a simple french braid.

“I… it wouldn’t have gone well either. I probably would have cussed him out and mom. Now I kind of understand. If only a little. Damn… I wanted to ask if he beat up dad to convince him to allow the divorce. And a few other things.” Nessa complains, her thoughts becomming less jumbled. Dominik finishes the braid and secures it in the hair tie and wraps his arms around Nessa, kissing her cheek.

“Thats fine Mi Sol. You can arrange another meeting and ask. Or contact him another way if you want to. This doesn’t have to be the end. You don’t have to have a father daughter relationship with him but you could still ask the questions you need and get your answers. This is all done by your lead. He won’t contact you first he is going to wait for you that I can promise you, so the ball is completely in your court.” He explains and he feels stress and tension leave her body. Nessa reaches up and places her hand on Doms forearm and squeezes it.

“Thank you Ducky. For being here, for setting it up,... for everything.” Nessa thanks him and leans back into his embrace. “Anything for you baby, now lets take that nap. We have had a long night and day today.” He orders again, scooting back on the bed and dragging nessa with him before letting her go. She gets under the covers, Dominik doing the same. Nessa wastes no time snuggling up to his chest and drawing shapes on it over his shirt until they both doze off. ___________________________________________________________________________

Nessa blinks her eyes as she wakes up, the smell of food bringing her back to the land of the living. She looks around the room, her gaze finally landing on Dominiks sleeping form, his arm and leg hanging halfway off the bed, his other arm thrown over his head and his mouth open, twitching as he snores. Nessa tries to hide her laughter, causing her to shake but thankfully Dominik sleeps like the dead. She slides out of the bed and quietly exits the room and tiptoes down the stairs, walking as quietly as possible until she reaches the kitchen. Angie turns when she hears a floorboard creek.

“Ah Nessa you are up, dinner is almost ready. Go ahead and sit down at the table, you need more rest. You can help with dinner tonight instead.” Angie orders and Nessa does as she is told and sits in her normal seat that she claimed when she first started coming around.

“I uh… I have a few questions for you.” Nessa states, swallowing the lump in her throat, watching Angies form float about the kitchen.

“Ask away sweetheart” Angie prompts, stirring the concoction on the stove.

“Did you know” Nessa asks quietly, her index finger drawing patterns on the table. Angie freezes for a moment and sets down her spatula.

“I did, from the moment Dominik showed me a picture of you and told me your name. Before you go say something about I could have told you, no, it wasn’t my secret to tell. My concern was my childrens happiness and safety and then yours. It is clear you make Dom happy and you are such a good sister to Aalyah. You quickly became one of my own.” Nessa nods her head, accepting the explanation, not feeling as nearly betrayed as she felt weeks prior at Wrestlemania.

“The bus, you said you got it too, so you split the costs with Kevin and I am assuming Hunter because that bus is mahooosive, its basically a house with a fucking huge bedroom and still a bunch of bunks, basically a full kitchen and living area it must have cost you a fortune” Nessa frets, more so worried for the woman she sees as a second mother. She knows the men have cash to spare.

“Aye Niña, the cost split three ways is almost nothing, like I said would do anything to help you and Dom. Rey doesn’t know because he is having his little temper tantrum. I also know the boys are paying for almost everything except your clothes. I also hear you might be wrestling in the next couple months so get some ring gear designed and made because thats is something you gotta pay for so plan for it.” Angie warns, while plating the food and setting a plate in front of Nessa. “Go ahead and get started while I go get Dom.” Angie kisses the top of Nessa’s head and guilt fills Nessa for how she acted to Kevin when Angie allowed a safe space to meet and she just stormed away not letting him finish.

“Hush now child, you are allowed your feelings. Don’t feel guilty. I expected it to go that way. You don’t have to forgive him, you don’t have to have a relationship with him and you did your part by hearing him out. But if you want my opinion I think it would be a good idea to at least get to know him, allow him to be around. For both of your sakes.” Angie leaves the room with that piece of advice to go gather Dominik for dinner leaving Nessa alone with her thoughts. Nessa pushes the food around the plate, her appetite lost to the guilt and conflicted feelings she is battling with.

A few minutes later Angie returns with Dominik in toe, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He takes the seat next to Nessa and starts digging in, but eyeing Nessa who is just pushing her food around her plate to look like she is eating.

“Aht, Nessa you better eat that, you are nothing but skin and bone. You need some meat on your bones so you can give me grandbabies.” Angie chides, while making her own plate and taking her seat. Nessa is not at all surprised that Angie brought it up and it makes her let out a little laugh. Part exasperation other part genuinely thinking it is funny. Dominik chokes on his food which makes Nessa laugh harder at the fact he was shocked.

“Yes ma’am.” Nessa smiles and takes a bite, glancing over at Dom who stares down at his plate unable to meet Nessa’s gaze.

__________________________________________________________________________ Later that night Nessa is laying in bed on her side, Dominiks arm thrown over her waist. He can tell by her breathing she is still awake. He tightensis arm around her, pulling her closer so her back is flush against his chest.

“Nes” He quietly calls her name. She jums in response waiting for whatever question he wants to ask. Or to say whatever he needs to get off his chest. “No matter what you decide on the Kevin thing I am by your side, supporting whatever decision it is. No questions asked. I know I broke your trust before but I am not leaving you ever again. You have been the one constant in my life besides Mom that I could depend on.” Nessa smiles to herself, placing her hand on top of Dominiks and squeezing it three times in a silent “ I love you.” Dominik sighs in relief and continues, “This is the future I want, you, me, Damo, Rhea and Finn. A big house, children running around.” He smiles, seeing that future clear as day, children that are the mix of all of them. No one caring who the “real” father is as they are all one unit. Some memories take over the fantasy and he clarifies, “but I never want to be like our parents, they will be on the road with us if we cant be home for extended periods of time. We are not going to miss major moments of their lives, we are going to be there for it all one way or another.” He promises himself and Nessa, going quiet when he hears quiet snores coming from her as her breathing had evened out and she fell asleep. Dom smiles and whispers out loud to the universe, “I promise”. Before laying his head down and closing his eyes, falling asleep to the fantasy of his future.

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poly-judgment day aesthetics [5/?] - jd mcdonagh

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hello, to any of my pro wrestling fan followers, i have a judgment day centric blog as well! i just made it! it’s @tjds1uttt but pls note this blog has absolutely nothing to do with the things i post here and everything may not be as sfw!

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[eradicatorhea]

a concept: the aftermath of cody calling dom a mistake in front of everyone

when tjd finally settle into their shared hotel room for the night and realize dom might have taken the insult more personally than they realized.

rhea, who’s immediately pulling dom close, reassuring him that he will /never/ be a mistake.

damien, who’s grabbing dom’s face and squishing it tightly (but affectionally), reminding dom how /good/ he is. he’s /their/ good boy, he doesn’t have to live up to rey’s standards.

lastly, finn, who’s last to get out of the shower and sees dom squished between damien and rhea. he gives dom a small kiss on the forehead, petting through his feathery, wet hair as he takes place behind dom on the bed.

because no matter what, tjd travels together, unless they absolutely can’t

this was rly long u don’t have to post anything ab it i just wanted to share:)

ANON I LOVE THIS SM

TY FOR SHARING WITH ME MWAH

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Hello! So, I was wondering if you could write poly!marauders with a reader with anemia (iron deficiency)? Where she usually doesn't take her pills bc she forgets or straight up just doesn't want to, so sometimes she'll stand up and will completely fall back onto where she was sitting bc she will black out for a few seconds or lose her balance?

Obviously, only do it if you wanna and feel like it!!! Thank you and have a terrific day <3

Sincerely, :]

Hi my lovely! Thanks for requesting <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 656 words

When Remus calls you for dinner, James races you to the kitchen, both of you shoving at each other and giggling like children as you pound down the stairs. He wins, of course (he loves you, but he’s not going to let you beat him just because of that), but when he turns around to gloat, you’ve faltered a couple of steps from the bottom. 

A glaze has come over your eyes, no less alarming for its familiarity, and James' heart stutters as you put out a hand, feeling for the handrail. 

“Babe?” James wishes his voice were a little less panicked, but for all he knows you could be about to keel over and fall down the stairs. 

You sit back on the step behind you, your hand slipping down the banister while you hold the other out in front of you as if to placate him. “I’m okay,” you say, though you don’t sound entirely certain yourself. “I just need a second.” 

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius says, coming around the corner. He pushes his hair out of his face. “Baby, again?”

“Sorry,” you mumble, blinking as though to clear a film from your eyes. In the kitchen, James hears Remus sigh, and knows he’s caught onto what’s happened as well. The tap turns on. 

You blink some more, your gaze clearing bit by bit until you’re able to focus on James and Sirius in front of you. You stand, too quickly for James’ liking, and he steps towards you, taking your forearm in one hand and using the other to support your lower back. 

“Take it easy, sweetheart,” he worries as you flounce dismissively down the remaining steps. 

“It’s fine,” you say breezily, “I’m fine. Just got dizzy for a second, sorry.” 

Sirius raises his eyebrows, arms crossing in front of him. They’re all familiar with this act. Anytime you black out like this, you pretend as if it’s a normal part of everyone’s day (or, if you can get away with it, as if it never happened at all) in an attempt to nullify your boyfriends’ worry. “You looked like you went blind,” he says. 

You appear a tiny bit sheepish at that, but it’s gone in a second. “It was a blip.” 

It’s clear you’re campaigning to move on and forget your near-fall and James’ near-cardiac arrest, but no sooner do you round the corner into the kitchen than Remus is standing in front of you. 

He holds your medicine in one hand and a glass of water in the other, and there’s no shortage of judgment in the quirk of his one eyebrow as he passes them to you. James feels for you; if Remus leveled a look like that at him, he might turn to ash on the spot. But you’re braver than he is, so you only flush, downing the pill with a sip of water. 

“Thanks,” you mumble, not quite looking at him. 

Remus hums, taking the glass from you and setting it on the counter. He curls a finger under your jaw and places his thumb on your chin, tilting your head up (Yup, James would be dead. Perished. Six feet under.) until you meet his eyes. 

“You set an alarm on your phone for a reason,” Remus says softly. “Start taking your medicine as soon as it goes off, understand? It’s dangerous when you don’t.” 

You nod mutely, and Remus bends, kissing the highest point of your cheek. 

“Alright, dove.” 

He leaves you there, looking somehow more dazed than when your vision had gone out a minute before, and starts bringing plates to the table. 

“Merlin,” Sirius breathes, he and James watching the scene from near the stairs. “He gets so scared when she doesn’t take them. She’s lucky he didn’t find some way to punish her for forgetting like that.” 

James scoffs, going to help Remus with setting the table. “I think that was her punishment.”

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