#wrestling fanfic

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You're still champion of my heart baby <3

Summary: Tyler faces his toughest fight yet against Chris Jericho with PLE implications. Luckily for him, Tyler's girlfriend isn't above getting her hands dirty in order to help her man win.

You finish up your match against Emi Sakura, managing to earn a quick win against the Japanese legend. After celebrating in with a few fans on your way up the ramp, you head back to the locker room to see if Tyler's left yet.

"Ty? You in here?" You announce yourself as you come through the locker room door.

"Yeah." Tyler replies dryly from somewhere inside the locker room. "You beat, Emi?" He asks you as you shut the door behind you.

You snort and nod. "Course I did, look at who you're talking to." You laugh.

"Right." Tyler laughs with you.

You clean up some excess sweat from your body and throw on a shirt over your ring gear while Tyler idles on his phone like usual.

"Shouldn't you be headed out to the ring to talk with Jericho's annoying ass?" You ask Tyler after you're done changing.

"Yeah, unfortunately." Tyler nods. "I can't believe that he went and whined to my dad." He grumbles.

You snort and agree. "Look at who you're talking about, Ty." You remind him. "Jericho is a total snake. And he's ugly so,"

"You did warn me." Tyler nods. "I'm headed out. Wanna walk with me?" He asks you.

"Sure." You shrug and head over to the door.

Tyler pulls open the door for you and the two of you head down to the tunnel. You stop right at the tunnel entrance and watch Tyler head through it. You hang back since you know that he doesn't need you for this. Not with a shmuck like Chris Jericho.

You hang around backstage and watch the confrontation in the ring from the monitors set up in various places. You roll your eyes at Chris' arrogance, silently praying that Tyler just decks him.

"Oh what the fuck!?" You curse the air when Jericho decides to take a shot at Taz.

Tyler handles the situation, getting into Chris's face. But your worry for Taz gets the better of you. You head down to the ring from the back way so you don't take the spotlight away from Tyler.

"Taz!" You rush over to his side as he carefully rolls out of the ring. "Are you alright?" You help him down to the floor.

"Yeah, I'm alright, kid." Taz assures you, but you notice that his knee is obviously bothering him.

You set a cautious and gentle hand on Taz's shoulder and walk with him back over to the commentary table. Tyler takes a second to glance your way and you flash him a quick thumbs up. Ty nods at your assuring gesture and goes right back to getting in Jericho's face.

"You sure that you're okay, Taz?" You ask Taz again once he's at down.

"I'm good." Taz nods. "Come on, give me some credit, kid. I ain't quite that old yet." He chuckles. "But I appreciate the concern."

You nod and slink back around the tunnel to the backstage area to wait for Tyler to come back.

A few minutes later Tyler comes stomping through the tunnel with a foul air about him. You walk over to him and try your best to tame the beast before he thinks about doing something drastic.

"Tyler! Hey!" You rush over to Tyler's side.

"Is my dad alright?" Tyler asks you, venom in his tone.

You nod and put a hand on Tyler's arm. "Yeah, he said that he was okay." You assure him. "Come on, let's head back to the locker room and get our stuff so we can get out of here." You give his arm a small tug away from the tunnel since Chris is still out in the ring.

"Thanks for going out there and checking on him, YN." Tyler relaxes a little bit.

"Yeah, of course." You nod and begin pulling him along. "And hey, you'll get another shot at kicking Jericho's ass, okay? In the ring. Properly." You glance his way while you're walking with him.

Tyler's jaw clenches in frustration. "He's lucky that I didn't lay him out right then and there." He insists.

"I know, baby." You rub Tyler's arm, still making sure to put as much distance between him and anything Chris Jericho related as possible.

Sunday night rolls around and it's time for Dynasty. You're not scheduled for a match on the card so you opt to hang around backstage and provide Tyler with all the support that he needs tonight.

Tyler's been in a foul mood since Wednesday, and if you weren't a hater then you'd be fearing for Chris Jericho's well being right now.

"You want me out there with you?" You ask Tyler while he's getting ready for his match.

"Nah." Tyler shakes his head. "I can do this by myself." He assures you. "Can you maybe hang with my dad on commentary though?" He asks you.

You nod, surprised that Ty seems worried about his dad. "Yeah, sure." You pull your shoes back on while Tyler finishes getting ready.

The time comes for Tyler's match and the two of you head out. You let Tyler do his entrance by himself and go the back way down to the commentary table. Taz pulls up a chair for you to sit next to him in, but you decline his offer of a headset.

Chris saunters out to the ring after Tyler with his usual smug aura. You roll your eyes at the challenger as he passes the commentary desk but remain in your seat.

The bell rings and the match gets underway, and just like you suspected. It doesn't take long for the bout to get violent. You sit in silence next to Taz while Tyler and Chris go at it beating the crap out of one-another. You wince each time Chris uses a dirty tactic to try and get the upper hand and your anger grows with each second.

"Oh no." Taz slips his headset off his head once Chris retrieves his metal bat from where he was stashing it under the ring.

Tyler barely managed to kick-out of Jericho's last pinning attempt. So you know if Chris lands this than it's over for your boyfriend.

"Oh, fuck no!" You jump out of your seat and slip past Taz.

You rush around the ring and shove Jericho to the floor while's he's got his back turned away from you. Chris's bat goes flying out of his hands and you pick it up.

"Ty might be to proud to be a cheater, Chris." You stare down Jericho as he gets to his feet slowly. "But I'm not like my boyfriend."

You swing the bat at Jericho and it collides with his head. The blow instantly crumples Chris to his knees and you drop the bat. Tyler finally stirs in the ring so you haul Jericho's fat ass up and roll him into the ring before calmly walking back over to the commentary table.

You are met by Taz who looks at you with adoration like you've never seen on the man's face before.

In the ring, Tyler gets to his feet and locks in REDRUM on Chris, not that it's need after your handwork. Aubrey calls a stop to the match after checking on Chris and the bell rings. You pluck the FTW championship from it's perch at the timekeepers area and make your way into the ring.

Tyler lifts himself back to his feet again and you hand his championship back to him. "I knew you could do it." You smile at him and lift his hand in the air in victory.

"Thanks for the help, babe." Tyler whispers to you, secretly proud that you didn't let any of Chris's bullshit slide.

The crowd cheers for Tyler and you hear Taz mention you back at the commentary table proudly. Chris Jericho has been silenced and all is right in the world again.

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Good Girl (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I tried to tag everyone I could, but I apologize if I forgot anyone... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. I tried my bestest lol and I hope you enjoy! As always, do please let me know if you wanna to continue on my taglist or if you want to be taken off.

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader gets dumped on Valentine’s Day and Roman’s in the right place at the right time.

Tag(s): 18+, casual hookup, dumped reader, Valentines Day, dirty talk, praise kink, light choking, dom/sub dynamic, seated reverse cowgirl, mirror sex.

Word Count: 2,621

I got dumped.

On Valentine’s Day no less.

My boyfriend of 5 years decided to take out on a date to a fancy restaurant for Valentine’s Day, just to tell me that he felt that we were going in different directions.

And to tell me that he’s been seeing one of his coworkers for over a year now.

So here I was, deciding to finish my dinner and dessert and drink.

And upon laying eyes on the most exquisite dessert in the entire restaurant- dark hair pulled away from his face and into a sleek bun, an expensive and meticulously tailored suit over an obviously ripped and tone body… a well-trimmed beard that framed his gorgeous features beautifully- maybe… maybe I did have a bit of revenge on my mind too.

The strange yet beautiful man wasn’t alone.

He seemed to be having some kind of business meeting, his demeanor was seriously concentrated in whatever they were talking about.

I could hear his smooth deep voice even from where I was sitting facing him and the sound seemed to send electric tingles all over my body, my ex long forgotten.

If he had the audacity to mess around on me, why would I sit here and mope?…

This man looked familiar but for the life of me, I couldn’t place a name to the gorgeous face.

I had no idea how I was going to pull this off.

But as soon as the beautiful stranger’s chestnut brown eyes met mine over the other man’s shoulder and his lips slowly quirked into an inviting smirk, I figured this wouldn’t be so difficult.

I coyly looked down, smiling and lightly playing with the necklace that hung around my neck, a dainty golden chain with an emerald cushion cut stone hanging off of it and a pair of earrings to match.

I felt my face warm underneath his attention.

When I looked up, the man was beginning to stand up, effectively dismissing the other man he was with a wave of his hand and a wad of cash being plopped onto the table and he was headed my way.

My heartbeat sped up, watching him come closer and closer.

But our smiles only became wider as he sat down in front of me.

“Hi,” the man said.

His smooth baritone voice coupled with his obvious cool confidence warmed me over even more and for a moment my brain stuttered before I managed to recover and respond.

“Hi,” I said, biting my bottom lip softly as we sat there staring at one another.

We introduced ourselves and he said his name was Joe.

But it was only when he revealed that he was a pro wrestler- Roman Reigns- that I realized where I’d seen him.

I sheepishly admitted that I had brothers who would occasionally put on some wrestling while we all hung out and that his face had definitely looked familiar.

Me recognizing him a bit didn’t seem to deter him, though.

We sat in the restaurant getting to know one another a bit, despite my intentions of just looking for a bit of fun.

But conversation with Joe felt easy. Light. As if we’d known each other for decades.

“I, uh… I kinda overheard you and your ex.” Joe admitted, his features melted into concern.

“Dude sounded like a complete asshole.” He said bluntly, to which I giggled.

“Ah, you’re not wrong. But,” I shrugged. “At least he helped me take out the trash… listen, do you… maybe wanna get out of here? I’m kinda over this place.” I replied just as bluntly and I chuckled softly, looking around the hustling and bustling restaurant filled with people dressed to the nines.

Couples in fancy attire mingled and laughed with one another as they ate and if you looked closely at some of them and at their coy expressions, there was no doubt as to what they would be engaging in once they left…

I was waiting for a pang of nostalgia for what I had just lost, but as soon as my eyes landed back onto Joe’s smiling face I felt nothing except a pang of smoldering attraction.

I squeezed my thighs in what I thought was a discreet manner, but I watched Joe’s eyes trail lower and lower over my satin gold dress that hugged my body perfectly before his eyes moved back onto my face.

His brown eyes lit up as if he just knew what my body was craving for.

And holy shit I’d hoped he’d give it to me…

I watched him take out another wad of cash and he tossed it onto the table before I could protest and take out my credit card from my gold clutch.

And as he nodded and stood, holding out his arm for me to hold onto, I felt my mouth go dry…

~~~

Joe was staying at The Marriot not to far from the restaurant, thankfully.

My heartbeat kicked up a notch and my hands shook the closer the car got to the hotel.

Joe had one arm over the seat of the car, not quite draped over my shoulders but the heat emanating from his body, coupled with the sweltering anticipation of what we were about to do once we reached his room, had my brain feeling a little foggy.

I had no idea why I was suddenly acting like a bumbling virgin but it was starting to get on my nerves.

My heartbeat and the tremors in my hands settled when Joe reached out the hand that was resting on his lap and he slipped it into mine and gave my hand a comforting squeeze.

“You okay?” He murmured, waiting for me to meet his eyes.

I nodded, sure of what I wanted despite feeling a bit out of my element.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m good. Just… it’s been a minute since I’ve done something like this. Something… casual.” I replied, finally meeting his warm eyes straight on.

Though I honestly didn’t know how casual this would end up being.

“Well, I want you to know that there’s no pressure. And I don’t bite… unless that your thing. I’d be happy to oblige.” Joe winked, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it before he playfully nipped at the soft skin there, only to the soothe the spot with another soft kiss.

I noticed that he had beautiful hands… hands that I wanted all over me.

He chuckled as I let out a surprised laugh, and I felt a waterfall of calm wash over me as the tension momentarily broke.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied just as playfully.

My eyes couldn’t help but flutter down to his luscious lips and I licked my lips as his tongue poked out to wet his own.

Without giving myself a chance to chicken out, I leaned into him and cupped the back of his neck to press my lips to his.

I moaned softly at the taste of his lips, tasting the smooth tartness of whatever drink he had been sipping on tonight.

Whiskey, maybe.

Joe let out a pleased moan of his own, the sound vibrating against my lips as our tongues snuck out to mingle.

As soon as our lips touched, we didn’t care where we were, or about his driver knowing what we were doing.

Our minds, lips, and hands were only focused on tasting and touching as much as we could of each other.

We pulled away for a moment to breathe only to sink back into each other for more.

I whimpered wantonly and angled my neck to give Joe more access as his lips wandered.

Gasping softly as his mouth moved up to my ear, I could swear I heard Joe whisper ‘god, you’re a fucking goddess, babygirl…’ but I wasn’t sure as his teeth playfully nipped at my earlobe before his tongue again worked on soothing any light pain his teeth would cause.

Before we could get into even more and possibly give the driver a show he’d surely never forget, Joe pulled away and I watched him open the car door as we came to a stop in front of The Marriot.

In my haze, I hadn’t even realized that we had pulled up to the hotel back entrance.

The elevator was empty as I pressed the button to call it a little harder and more impatient than I had intended.

Joe’s soft chuckle hit my ears, making me shiver as my back rested against his front and he dragged his beard along my skin, tickling my neck and the spot on back of my ear.

“We’re almost there, babygirl.” He purred and I nodded, sinking into him as arms snaked around my waist and his lips continued to kiss along my neck.

I tried to fly out of the elevator as soon as it opened on Joe’s floor and we walked hand-in-hand towards his room.

He slid the keycard through with a steady hand, but as soon as the hotel room door closed behind us, his lips attacked mine again.

As Joe bit, sucked, and licked at my tingling lips, I gave as good as he gave me.

I let myself be blindly guided towards the bed, and my dressed be slipped off my body before I helped him out of his own clothes.

God, he was as glorious as I thought he’d be…

“C’mere…” he said, beckoning me towards him as he sat towards the edge of the bed.

As he turned me around, my back facing him and he instructed me to straddle his lap on my knees on the bed into a sort of reverse cowgirl position, my brain short circuited again as I stared straight ahead and was met with our own reflections.

I somehow missed the giant mirror that was dead center in the room but as soon as I spotted it, my arousal dampened my inner thighs even more.

“Look at you… so fuckin’ beautiful, baby. That guy was so fuckin’ stupid to walk away from all this.” Joe whispered in my ear and I moaned and arched into his touch as I watched in the mirror as his hands moved ardently along my body.

I bit my lip as I watched Joe kneading my breasts and pinching my pebbled nipples, rolling them around in his fingers and making my hips swivel on his lap, chasing some form of relief.

“Keep doing that… fuck, Joe!” I moaned and he obliged, taking his time and paying attention to my breasts despite the hardness I could feel resting between my thighs.

“Yeah? This feel good, baby?” Joe murmured, his breath heavy against my ear and I let my eyes flutter shut before he pinched my nipples, making me release a strangled groan of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He commanded and I listened, despite how hard it was with all the sensations coursing through me.

“Look at this fuckin’ body, oh my god…” Joe groaned through a clenched jaw, his eyes trailing over my body just as his hands did.

Our eyes met momentarily and he smirked cockily at how quickly I was falling apart for him.

“Grind that beautiful pussy against my dick, baby-“ Joe said, his words breaking off into a guttural groan as I once again complied, grinding my pussy against hard length.

The muscles in my stomach tightened and my nails dug into his arms that came to wrap around my torso as his cock grazed over my sensitive clit with every frontward grind of my hips.

I could feel his breath hitch every time my pussy reached the head of his cock and I felt his thighs shiver as he was no doubt restraining himself from just sliding into me.

But I was done waiting.

As if he read my thoughts, Joe lined himself up with my slick entrance.

Both of us released strangled groans of pleasure as soon as his cock entered me at first.

But he was pretty fuckin’ big and it took a bit of adjusting and relaxing on my part to accommodate him.

I let no more than half of his cock inside of me at first and then I slowly sunk down further, both sighing in almost relief as I my thighs were flush with his.

We looked at each other through the mirror, Joe staring straight through my soul over my shoulder.

My chest heaved with arousal as he only gave me one command.

“Keep grinding.” He said and as I did what I was told, my eyes almost rolled back into my head, feeling his cock hit my sweet spot almost immediately.

I watched him chuckle as I quickly reopened my eyes, remembering his command from earlier.

“Good girl… you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, huh?” Joe moaned, clearly pleased that I followed his every command to a T.

But I couldn’t help it.

Despite only meeting this man tonight, I was eager to please.

And so was he…

I groaned again as I felt his praise send a zing of pleasure over all of my erogenous zones and my made my hips move more.

“Slow down, sweetheart… I wanna savor this fuckin’ pussy.” He said, moving one of his hands down to my hip to call the shots and have me just the way he wanted.

Joe’s free came up back to one of my breasts and gave them some attention, our eyes never leaving our reflections.

My ex had never been this attentive… this thorough…

Watching Joe’s features contort in pleasure, watching the way our bodies were joined together sent a ripple of pleasure up and down my spine.

“God, Joe..! That feels so fucking good, holy shit!” I whimpered.

I was so eager to move fast but I couldn’t deny that this slow pace felt amazing.

I felt every single inch of him, hitting every sweet spot inside of me- even where I didn’t know they exist.

“That’s it. Good girl. Thats it, baby.” he praised, making me hiss a bit in pain and pleasure as his tongue momentarily sunk into my shoulder, watching my every move through the mirror.

Trails of sweat trickling down his neck and chest made my mouth water…

My brain stuttered as the hand that was playing with my breast slowly snaked upwards and came to rest on my throat, not squeezing but the sensation alone made my head swim and my pussy clench.

“Ah, shit… you squeeze me like that again imma cum right inside this pussy. That what you want, babygirl?” Joe said, now guiding my hips to roll a little faster.

I could do nothing but nod silently and squeeze the walls of my pussy again as my mouth opened in pleasure but no sound escaped it.

I could barely think anymore, but still my eyes stayed on him, intent on obeying.

“Cum first. You cum first, babygirl. You’re being such a good fuckin’ girl, you deserve it.” Joe rambled.

I could hear that he was close.

I could hear it in his voice, how his words almost seemed slurred and drunk with pleasure.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as Joe snuck his free hand in between, rubbing my clit in tight circles until my body finally gave into the euphoria I had been craving.

My whole body shook with pleasure-filled tremors until I could only release weak little whines and Joe finally reached his own peak, feeling his cum fill me up and spill over onto the back of my thighs and the front of his where we were still joined until we caught our breaths…

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jealousy | rhea ripley

rhea ripley x fem!reader

summary: you and rhea aren’t anything official, but you’re still jealous upon seeing her flirt with others. 

word count: 3,838

warnings: just slight sexual implications i think?

a/n: WOW um okay hi, i haven’t posted writing on this blog in YEARS but i recently got fully back into wrestling and have developed such a love for rhea ripley. so i decided to start writing again, but it’s been so long this definitely isn’t my best work. here’s to getting back into the swing of things i hope! (also i know samantha is engaged to ricochet and ofc all of it is just character work, but it made for a good plot soo)

Rhea was a flirt. That much was true long before you, and it was certainly not a secret to most. She had the charm, and of course the looks, so people were naturally drawn to her, and she loved that. Flirting, to her, was fun – harmless fun, for the most part – and typically it never went beyond cheeky comments or tantalizing gestures.

So when Rhea began flirting with you, initially you didn’t think much of it and really had no reason to. She was attractive – incredibly attractive – and her voice could melt you instantly if you let it; but this was just her thing. At first, you would catch her staring at you backstage or at other company events. Then, she started making it a point to tell you how beautiful you looked each time she saw you. From there, you were texting a lot more and hanging out outside of schedule. But still, it was never anything official and they were never labeled as “dates,” which you internally hated yourself for forgetting.

Because now, you were jealous. A fiery red jealousy that had you feeling betrayed without the entitlement to do so. For some reason, you thought things seemed different between you and Rhea. She seemed more serious and attentive, even remembering small details you’d told her about things you enjoyed. You couldn’t imagine she did that for just anyone she happened to flirt with.

Yet there you were last night, scrolling through Twitter and seeing endless posts about Rhea and Samantha. Rhea was being her usual flirty self, smiling, blowing kisses, and surely winking beneath those glasses, and it was obvious Samantha was enjoying it. Even worse, there were also comment threads with Cathy, and you knew it was all lighthearted, but it still made you feel some type of way.

You liked Rhea. A lot actually. Maybe that’s why you wanted to believe she liked you too and treated you differently from the rest. Clearly, you were wrong. And you weren’t going to be strung along in a game or play along with silly flirting when you genuinely hoped for more with her. That’s why now that she was here in front of you, you were going to be as indifferent as possible.

“Hey pretty girl,” Rhea greeted, smile beaming as always. She had finally found you backstage after you’d made it a point to not respond to some of her texts. It didn’t seem like she was too upset or phased by that judging by the greeting she’d given you.

“Hey,” you responded with only a half-smile of your own. That was something she definitely picked up on, because you swore you’d never seen her face fall faster.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dropping your attention back to your phone. Usually, she would have your full focus, but you were making every attempt to emphasize your feigned disinterest. “I’m fine, what’s up?” 

Rhea used her thumb and forefinger to grip your chin and tilt it upwards, forcing your gaze towards her rather than your phone screen. Hastily, she studied your face as if she would be able to read your thoughts merely by doing so; with her eyes looking you over so intently, you felt your face heating up quickly. 

“You seem off,” she finally commented, her finger tracing along your jawline from your chin before finally dropping back down to her side. You immediately missed the feeling of her touch against your skin, but that was something you would have to subdue. One thing you noticed was that Rhea seemed genuinely concerned, her eyebrows downturned and the smile she always wore - around you at least - nowhere in sight. 

“No, Rhea, I’m really okay,” you shrugged. 

“Then why are you acting like you can’t wait to get away from me?” 

Her bluntness shouldn’t have come as a shock to you, but you were still taken aback when she asked so outright. While she usually oozed confidence, that seemed to be lost now. And it almost made you think you had been right about the two of you all along. But then you remembered how content she looked in those videos with Samantha, and how easily she could flirt with someone else when you had secretly been turning down advances in hopes there would be a real chance at a relationship between you and Rhea. 

“I’m not acting like that. I really don’t care if you’re around or not,” you lied, and it was meant to sound nonchalant and unbothered but you silently cursed yourself for making it come out more aggressively. 

“You don’t care?” she repeated incredulously, almost in disbelief of how drastically you changed. Just a few days ago, you were telling her how much you adored her smile with her head in your lap. Now, she couldn’t figure out why you wanted nothing to do with her - and it was crushing her. 

“Listen, can we please talk about this later? The show’s about to start and the Judgment Day is up first, I don’t want you thinking about this out there.” 

“Are we really gonna talk later?” Rhea questioned. “Or is that your cop out to avoid it altogether?”

And you hated her for knowing you so well, because it was partially your dread of the conversation. Still, you didn’t think it was a good idea to have it right before she was slated to go speak in front of thousands of people. At this point, she was frowning, yet still staring right through you. 

“We’ll talk,” you promised.

“I have your word? Whatever’s going on is important to me. It really is, Y/N.” 

The resolve of indifference you had was all but faded upon hearing how sincerely Rhea cared. You didn’t want to be just another game for her, but it was proving far too difficult for you to ignore your internal feelings. And she looked too pretty standing there, worried about you and looking at you in a way that made you feel naked beneath her eyes. Not in a sexually demanding way - not in the way too many people do - but in a way where you felt like she saw your very soul. 

“Find me after the show?” you asked. “I’ll let you take me back to the hotel. Can’t exactly hide from my ride.” 

You finally smiled wholeheartedly after making that joke, and Rhea had never been so happy to see a smile before. For a moment, she felt like everything was fine. 

“Yeah, I’ll find you, angel.”

-

From backstage, you watched as Rhea walked out with the Judgment Day and cut a promo just as good as any other, if not better. It was impossible to tell the kind of conversation you two had shortly beforehand, and for that you were grateful. You weren’t sure you could remain as unphased as her, and seeing as you had a match tonight as well, you made it a point to avoid any further interactions with her during show hours. Busying yourself with your phone, Rhea still found a way to affect you when you saw her name flash across the top of your screen, indicating a text. 

From: rhea :) 

Good luck tonight ❤️

Half inclined to simply leave her on delivered, you hesitantly opened it and sent back a “thanks.” Following the Judgment Day’s segment, the rest of the show seemed to go by quickly, your own match fast approaching. While you were waiting in gorilla to make your entrance, you saw flashes of jet black hair out of the corner of your eye. A subtle glance over revealed it to be Rhea, naturally, standing there talking with Damian. Call it coincidence, or - the more likely case - call it Rhea’s tendency to be methodical with her actions. And like clockwork, her eyes met your own, leaving you no time to look away before she was grinning at you slyly. You thought perhaps her getting into character in front of the WWE Universe took away much of the previous unease and disappointment she felt during your earlier conversation. Because before, she seemed well and truly worried about the state of you, and you were sure she still was to some extent, but now her confidence had returned. 

You had hardly any time to process it before you had to walk out, your theme hitting just as Rhea set her focus back on the man in front of her. That stupid, beautiful smile you thought to yourself. Right now, though, you needed to worry about your match against Zoey Stark, especially since you knew Rhea would be watching attentively. 

Once the match began, you fell right back into your element. Zoey was a fierce opponent, but you had a fire beneath you and after a well-fought match on both sides, you came out victorious. You were feeling extremely proud of both yours and Zoey’s performance and partially hoped Rhea had watched the whole thing.

(She absolutely did). 

Returning backstage, you noticed Rhea was now nowhere in sight. Your match was towards the last hour of Raw, however, which meant you wouldn’t have much time to kill before you’d have to meet up with her anyways. Thankfully, you found Liv, one of your closest friends on the roster, and knew you could spend the remaining time talking with her about anything and everything - the primary topic of discussion being you and Rhea.

“It’s just like, I think things are different with me and her,” you began, to which Liv nodded in agreement. “But then I see how she acts with other people, and I’m not so sure. Am I being delusional for thinking that way?” 

“You’d be delusional if you thought otherwise! The girl is a flirt, sure, but she practically fawns over you at any given moment and is always asking about you,” Liv countered. All too often, she’d be the one Rhea would come to when she wanted to find out your whereabouts, as if Liv had a constant read on you at all times. You knew that to be true, but it still wasn’t total reassurance.

“You’re right, I guess. And I kinda told her I’d ride with her to the hotel so we could talk, sooo,” you revealed.

“I thought we were riding together?” Liv questioned, only slightly upset to be losing her driving buddy. If she had to make that sacrifice to advance things between you and Rhea, she’d accept it wholeheartedly. Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, someone else’s voice interrupted. A certain Australian accent. 

“I’m sorry, did I steal Y/N away for the night?” Rhea quipped, placing her hand on the small of your back where Liv wouldn’t see. 

“Actually, I’m willingly handing her over so that you two can figure your mess out.” 

“Well, thank you so very much for that,” Rhea smiled, seeming genuinely appreciative. She redirected her attention from Liv to you. “Told you I’d find ya. You ready to go?” 

You glanced down at your phone, not even realizing how much time had passed with you and Liv chatting. The show was nearing the end, and Rhea already had her bag by her side, meanwhile you hadn’t even gotten your stuff together yet.

“I gotta go get my stuff real quick. You wanna wait here for me? I’ll be quick.”

“I can wait,” Rhea nodded, to which you took off with a promise to be no more than ten minutes. Once you were out of earshot, Liv had a few comments for the taller, raven-haired woman.

“I hope you do right by her.”

“Didn’t realize I’d done wrong,” Rhea retorted, confusedly. “...Have I done wrong?” 

Liv only shrugged, though she really did believe Rhea was unaware of how she’d unintentionally hurt you. “Nothing that can’t be fixed, I think.” 

“Liv,” Rhea started, her face becoming more serious. “I really like her.” 

“Then make sure she knows that.” 

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When you gathered everything and found your way back to Rhea, Liv was long gone and Rhea was leaned against the wall, her eyes shifted down and transfixed on her phone as she absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. She looked too good even just standing there in her own world. But before you could admire her for much longer, she heard you approaching and glanced up from her phone, shoving it into her pocket immediately upon realizing it was you.

“Ready now, princess?”

The nickname rolled off her tongue so easily, yet it had your cheeks heating up within seconds. You nodded, following behind as she led the way to her car. Outside, she popped the trunk for each of you to toss your bags inside, and then she made sure to open the passenger door for you as well; it was the little gestures like that that made your heart flutter and your feelings for her to grow even stronger. 

“Well, I just wanna start by saying you were amazing tonight,” Rhea complimented once she had settled into the driver’s seat. 

“Thank you,” you giggled. “You watched it?” 

“From start to finish, like always.”

She diverted her attention from the road towards you for a moment, taking notice of how much your face lit up after hearing that. And it wasn’t like she was lying just to make you feel good, either, because she did genuinely watch you each time you stepped into the ring, and she admired you heavily. 

“I don’t believe you,” you laughed, although you only slightly meant that. 

“I’m serious! Ask Damian or Dom, they’ll vouch,” Rhea exclaimed, pushing her hair back as she did. You weren’t quite sure what to say now, because one, you were feeling quite flustered knowing this, and two, you could only ignore the real reason you were sat in her car for so long. She took note of your silence and decided to tackle the subject head-on, a brazen move from her as always. “You don’t seem like you hate my guts now, at least.” 

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at this. 

“You’re being dramatic. I never acted like I hated you.” 

“Slightly detested my presence?” she tried again, clearly joking at this point. While things seemed so perfect in this moment, you couldn’t help but think back to everything you’d seen flooding your Twitter timeline and how silly you’d felt for being so upset by it. As much as you liked Rhea, as much as it appeared she liked you, the harmless flirting had really gotten to you and forced you to reconsider much of what you thought. You weren’t even quite sure how to ask everything you wanted to ask, and you were admittedly fearful of rejection. But the only thing worse than rejection is never knowing. 

“What do you think about me, Rhea?” 

She was taken aback by this, you could tell, because she opened her mouth to speak several times but didn’t let any words out. To her, it was because she didn’t really know how to put it into words; there were so many things she thought about you, so many ways you made her feel, but it had been a confusing thing for her to navigate, unsure of your own feelings.

“I think you’re incredible, amazing in the ring, beautiful and kind but still assertive and badass,” she answered, hoping she’d said all the right things. Truthfully, that was only a small fraction of what she thought regarding you, but she was still holding back. Liv’s words repeated in her head, and she knew if she didn’t make it clear tonight, she may never get that chance again. 

“And what do you think about someone like Samantha, or Cathy?” 

You had caught her off guard again, the randomness of your question completely perplexing her. She hadn’t a clue why either of those two would be relevant, because - in her eyes - she had already basically forgotten the silly interactions they’d had. It still hadn’t pieced together in her mind that you were even the slightest bit jealous. 

“They’re great,” she stated plainly. “Why?”

It was really now or never, you felt like. You had fed her pieces of the story, now she definitely wouldn’t stop until you told her everything, which undoubtedly included your own feelings. Rhea was focused primarily on the road, but she made sure to spare glances your way every so often, and each time you arrived at a red light, that focus was solely on you. She wanted to both try to read your expression and show you she was really, truly listening and wanting to hear what you had to say.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous,” you confessed.

“Jealous?” she repeated, even more confused now than before. But she noticed the way you retreated into yourself, suddenly finding more interest in your fingers. You could no longer look her in the eye, feeling nervous about the information you’d now divulged. This certainly didn’t deter Rhea, though, as she placed her right hand on your thigh and traced light circles with her thumb. “Why were you jealous?”

“I don’t know…it was dumb, I guess. I just saw the videos of you and Samantha, and then Cathy’s Tweets, and it made me feel like everything is just a game to you.” 

Her thumb movement stopped, and instead she squeezed your thigh lightly, causing you to lift your head back up to look at her. She was already looking right back, admiring how beautiful you looked with the moonlight creeping into the car and a shyness about you she wasn’t used to. 

“You’re right, that is dumb,” she affirmed. “Because do you think I know Samantha or Cathy’s top three favorite movies? Or their specific Starbucks order? The way they like their pizza? Do you think I’ve memorized all those things for anyone other than you?” 

Before you could answer, Rhea moved her fingers to your wrist and asked you to push up your sleeve, which you did. She tapped directly on a birthmark of yours without even looking. 

“Do you think I know each of their freckles and birthmarks?” 

You were dumbfounded, at a loss for words with how much she really noticed about you. And that was only scratching the surface. While your flirtation had only started within the last few months, she had known you for years and had plenty of time to take notice of all these little things no one else would. Because she always had a soft spot for you, but you were in a long-term relationship for most of the time you’d known her, and she would never be one to overstep any boundaries. 

“I just felt hurt thinking I may be falling for someone who only sees me as another person to mess around with,” you told her, taking note of how gentle her eyes were in this moment. She felt awful that she had hurt you, even unintentionally, and cursed herself for not being more aware and mindful. You weren’t committed to each other, but she still felt like she had made a mistake engaging in any kind of behavior that would make her feelings for you seem misguided. 

“Y/N, I promise you how I interact with just about anyone else is entirely me in character,” she comforted. “I’m sorry for making you second guess that, but I’ve never felt realer emotions than I do with you. It’s like I can be me, just me. And I love that you make me feel that way.”

“I love when you’re just you, Rhea.” 

“Then I’ll keep being just me, if I can start calling you just mine.” 

Rhea was undoubtedly nervous asking you so boldly, but she was so damn happy to do so. She was staring at you hopefully, looking happier than you’d seen her since her WrestleMania win. And you were just as happy, not even realizing you had gotten to the hotel and had been parked for a minute or two now. Your entire focus was on her, eyes filled with adoration while she waited for your answer.

“I’ve basically been yours, I just needed you to be mine,” you beamed. 

“I’m yours, love,” Rhea affirmed. “You are so damn beautiful.” 

You wanted to instinctively look away, still feeling flustered even after the months of flirting and now technically being in a defined relationship. But Rhea knew you too well and gripped your chin before you could do so, keeping your face towards hers. Neither of you could get rid of the smiles you wore, too overwhelmed with happiness and adoration and love. 

“Can I kiss you?” Rhea asked, eyes darting from your own to your lips. You nodded, and that was all it took for her to be all over you. Her lips melted into your own, and everything felt so right. Each time you pulled away, you were reconnected within seconds, physically unable to keep apart, both of you awaiting this moment for too long. You felt her smiling into the kiss, which in turn made you smile, and then you were two smiling, giggly messes. Finally, she pulled away for good (but not without one final peck) and laughed when she saw you pouting. She opened her door and made her way to yours hastily, scooping you out of your seat before you could even react. Then, you were pinned against the car with your legs around her waist. 

“I’ll take you to your room?” she offered, placing feathery kisses along your jaw. 

“My room?” 

She laughed at how offended you sounded. “Our room?”

“Mhmm,” you confirmed. “You’re not getting away from me now, Ripley.”

You unhooked your legs from her waist and she carefully released her hold, allowing you to plant your feet back onto the solid ground. She followed you to the back of the car, popping open the trunk; you leaned forward to reach your bag, and Rhea - sly as ever - took this opportunity to smack your ass, only light enough to be a tease. Once you’d grabbed your bag and stood straight up, she was smirking, all too aware of her actions. 

“Now why would I want to get away from you, baby?” 

From then on, you both knew you’d be stuck with each other, practically inseparable and surely obnoxiously in love around all your friends - which they didn’t really mind, because seeing you so happy together was more than worth it. Rhea made sure to tone down her persona a bit out of respect for you, even though you reassured her you didn’t mind too much now knowing she was yours at the end of the day. Still, you couldn’t deny that you were more elated to scroll through your socials and see videos of interactions between you and Rhea rather than her and anyone else; and it definitely helped that she loved letting the cameras know you were hers.

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• backstage heat — kenny omega •

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{ summary } — how on earth did you hatred for each other turn into well… whatever this is?

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, hatefucking, semi public sex, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, choking, face slapping, throat pie, multiple orgasms, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, vaginal creampie, internal cumshot, squirting

{ word count } — 1.4k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x kenny omega

{ genre } — smut

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{ 40 } — you’re more than just a one night stand

{ 58 } — you have no idea how much i want you

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you could feel him looming behind you

his presence an ever growing shadow that could not seem to lose

his gaze fixated on your figure

only a mere few steps behind you which in turn made you increase your speed

“where you going girly, i just wanna talk”

kenny’s voice lingered in your ears with the echo of the area hallway

“leave me alone, omega. how many times do i gotta fucking tell you?”

you spat words like venom, acidic to his ears

kenny was taken aback with faux shock at your demeanor, despite having witnessed it many a times before hand

“ooh, a feisty one. you got some bite to you, don’t you princess?”

“get lost, you prick!”

you managed to take sanctuary in a nearby storage room

swinging the door open, managing to squeeze yourself in just as his hand caught the door before it closed

“oh come on what will it take for you to leave me alone!?”

your back pressed against the door, trying to shove him out and at least gain a second of peace

“well, i can think of one thing”

kenny’s strength proved too much for you to handle

him having effortlessly pushed his way past you, and into the storage room

his body now barricading you against the door

your body trapped between his arms, his palms either side of your head

“oh hell no-“

“c’mon sweetheart, you know you want me”

“i’d rather fuck one of the bucks-“

your contempt for kenny and the bucks was well documented

their constant torment over the years, seemingly for no apparent reason other than to stir your emotions

it’s a surprise how you haven’t lost your sanity

kenny paused for a second, a small chuckle leaving his lips

“you and i both know that i’m a better fuck than both of them combined”

kenny leaned in, his breath tickling your earlobe on small wisps

his voice low, almost guttural, a soft rasp etched into his words

a sound that made your belly swirl with contempt

and more concerningly lust, arousal

it made your thighs clench together instinctively

your knees weak and mind in a daze

you hated him as he did you, you should not be getting so overwhelmed by this

“go to hell” you managed to seethe through gritted teeth

the blush evident and warm on your cheeks as kenny remained close

“oh princess, if i go, you’re coming with me”

his lips now present against your earlobe, lips barely feathering the skin

his cock hard, pressed up against your inner thigh through the loose fabric of his gym shorts

feeling him throb against you

“don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. i know you’ve thought about me, about how good i could fuck you…”

kenny’s words echoed in your ears sinfully

no matter how much you tried to ignore his persistence

you could not deny how incredibly wet you had become

“i bet you touch yourself while thinking of me”

the blush increased, heat practically radiating off your cheeks

you tried to push him away, though the arousal thrumming through you kept your knees weak and unstable

instead opting for a harsh slap to his cheek

an act which completely left him unfazed

he did not even flinch

“ooh i struck a nerve there didn’t i?”

kenny let a hand fall from beside your face, smoothing down the length of your body before resting on your hip

his thumb looped in the belt buckle of your jeans

“you don’t know shit about me”

“oh really?”

he questioned, unbuttoning your jeans with one hand

you did not protest despite your hatred

he slipped his hand into your jeans, beneath your panties

fingers dancing across your soaked folds, teasing your clit

“then how come you’re so wet for me?”

you could not deny it at this point, it would be incredibly stupid to do so

the way his fingers teased you, toying with you with such ease

a small whimper left your lips, one that he easily caught

“don’t deny the way i make you feel, sweetheart”

you hummed at the feeling of his fingers, only for him to pry them from your void

your sweetness dripped from his fingertips as he licked them clean.

“fuck it”, you thought. you were gonna end up fucking anyway.

you might as well be the first to fully initiate

at least he’d leave you alone after this

dropping to your knees with haste

and much to his surprise, he let you continue

your hands reaching up, prying down the waistband of his gym shorts and freeing his cock

a small groan of pleasure ripped through his throat as you began to give little kitten licks to his tip

“i knew you’d come around eventually” kenny’s playful remark was met with malice on your end

“shut the fuck up im only doing this so you leave me alone”

“sure, whatever you say, princess”

you took him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so the process would be over quicker

kenny’s hand fell to the back of your head, pushing you further onto his cock so that his tip would be comfortably nestled in the back of your throat

comfortable for him at least

“you have no idea how much i want you…” kenny mumbled under his breath with the hopes that you did not hear

you did, only increasing the heat in your cheeks

his hand locked in your hair, keeping you still as his hips began to buck

effectively fucking your throat with ease

this was not supposed to feel as good as it did.

you could not believe how you managed to stoop so low as to fucking your enemy

“god, never thought you’d look so pretty choking on my cock”

your eyes were not keeping contact with his

instead, rolled back on your skull from the sheer force of his cock

spit pooled in the corners of your lips

a glossy sheen across the length of his cock

now dripping down your chin

“oh fuck-“ kenny grunted

holding your head firmly against his hips

your nose nestled in the neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair

as he emptied hot ropes of cum down your throat

feeling the residual throb of his cock against your tongue as he pulled out

you gasped for air, finally able to breathe

still feeling his warmth linger on your tastebuds

he was quick to pull you up by the hair

turning you around so that your face was pressed against the door

his still aching cock grinding against your clothed ass

his movements were swift

his hands now, tugging down your jeans, letting them sit mid thigh before moving onto your panties

“be a good little whore and take every inch of me”

he gave no warning when he was about to enter

and no time given for you to adjust to his size

kenny began his movements with quick, rough thrusts

filling your cunt deep with each movements

“fuck you-“ you seethed through a moan

“sweetheart, you are” he smirked into the crook of your neck

free hand coming up to wrap around your throat

“i’m the only man who fucks you this good. i know you hate to admit it but you love the feeling of my cock, don’t you”

you gave in, succumbing to the pleasure his cock provided with a small nod

“y-yes…” you stuttered, cringing internally at your words

“what was that princess, i didn’t quite catch that?”

“yes, fuck- your cock feels so good”

kenny pressed himself further into you, holding his positioning for a moment to pepper small kisses to your jawline

“good girl, such an obedient little thing”

your thighs began to shake

having to press yourself back against him to stablize yourself

your whines and whimpers flooded kenny’s senses

only fueling the arousal that burned through him

“you’re so fucking close i can feel it”

he began to increase his speed

“cum around my cock, i wanna feel it, sweetheart. make a fucking mess”

“kenny please…”

you cried out through choked moans

spilling around his cock without warning, much to his amusement

he was quick to follow suit, his seed filling you up so deliciously, dripping onto your panties as he pulled out of you

kenny stuffed his cock back into his shorts with haste

quickly pulling your panties and jeans back up

feeling the warmth of his cum radiate against your overstimulated cunt

“kenny?” you hummed, trying to regain your breath

he gave a soft hum in acknowledgment

“i uh…i don’t want this to be a one night stand type of thing…y’know?”

you stammered over your words and your newfound adoration of the man.

“sweetheart…” he began, the nickname he’d been using sounded ridiculously foreign given the context

“you’re more than a one night stand”

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[darbyallinsskateboard]

I Like You

Inspired by : I Like You, Post Malone ft Doja Cat

Requests are open!

Darby Allin x Seamstress! Reader

Fem Reader

Gif Credit to : sydsaint

Summary: In which reader is a seamstress for AEW and also Sting’s youngest daughter, Sting drops by for a visit to introduce someone.

Being the senior seamstress of All Elite Wrestling could be stressful sometimes, you did love getting to meet all of the different personalities and energies the wrestler’s brought to the table, From Ricky Starks’ charm to Danhausen’s weird jokes that somehow managed to make you laugh every time but it just wore you out, especially when MJF comes in upset about how his gear didn’t look like how he envisioned or the JAS’ general annoyingness.

You were finishing the last pin on a skirt for Tay Conti when you heard a knock on your door frame “Yes?” you asked without turning “It’s Dad” you turned around with a huge smile, you had always been a father’s girl and you loved when he would visit you during work, you placed the skirt down along with the needle you were using, walking over to give him a hug “How was your match?” you asked and he shrugged “same old, just dropped in to say hi and introduce you to someone” you then notice the much smaller frame of a man who was standing behind your dad, he seemed to be cloaked in a black jacket but you couldn’t see his face.

“Come in then!” you stepped back and let your father walk in, revealing the man standing behind him. Darby Allin. you had seen him come in here from time to time, he’d never once talked to you though, opting to talk to some of the juniors whenever he needed gear sewed up or fixed, you thought it was weird but decided to disregard it a while ago, you stuck your hand out “My name is Y/N, everyone knows me as Sting Jr though” he shook your hand and stood next to your dad.

“I just wanted to introduce my quote un quote adopted kid to my real kid” you nodded and looked at Darby who had seemed to be staring at you the whole time “Well if you need anything gear wise I’m your girl, I also come and help with make-up from time to time, so if you’re ever struggling with your face paint I'm also your girl!” Darby nodded along to what you were saying, you turned back to your skirt and needle picking them up “You guys are welcome to stay here” you hear Sting say okay “I need to go grab something, I’ll leave her with you Darby” you nod and then continue your sewing job.

You turn around and see Darby’s taken a seat on one of the many couches there was sitting around the room “So, what made you want to be my dad’s apprentice?” you questioned “I’ve looked up to him all my life” He chuckled “I’d always love when Sting was fighting and I would see you in the crowd while I watched as a kid, Sting really tried to show off for you, I also...kind of had a crush on you” you giggle at the revelation “Yeah, and I used to have a crush on Dominik Mysterio when we were little!” you and him laugh together until you accidentally stab yourself in the finger with your needle “Ah fuck!” you groan as blood starts to surface.

“Let me see” you hear Darby say and you look up to see he’s right in front of you holding his hand out, you gently lay your hand in his and he looks at it “Here” he grabs a pack of wipes from his pocket “I keep these on me to clean my paint after I’m done” you nod and he pulls one out, wiping your finger down as the blood slowed down, the area was still red but there was no blood, you smile at him and he smiles back, the closeness of him has your breath hitching as you leave your hand in his, facing it down to be palm down in his hand, his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

You close your eyes and lean in, his lips softly connecting with yours, he presses you against one of the desks as he devours your lips, your arms instinctively wrapping around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss, your legs fly to wrap around his waist and pull him closer, tugging at his tufts of hair to urge him to kiss you more, he pulls away “I...I like you, I really do, and I wanna stay like this”

before you can say anything someone clearing their throat broke the two of you up, you look over and see your dad in the frame of the door, you quickly push Darby away and clear your throat “Dad I-” “I was waiting for the day you finally got a boyfriend and the day he finally manned up and made the first move” “Dad!” you laugh and Sting congratulates the two of you.

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[kyleoreillylover]

The Calm Before the Storm

Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn

Summary: Moments before the 2023 Royal Rumble, you, Jey and Sami have a moment alone. What's unbeknownst to you and Jey is this will be the last time you will have a peaceful conversation.

Warnings: established relationship, angst at the end

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more-blog @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @empressdede @judgementdaysunshine

word count: 1,113

a/n: hey y'all... ik it's been a while don't kill me 😭 been busy with school, ramadan, and personal stuff, but I hope ya'll are good!! missed you guys! here's a lil something to make up for the time away.

graphics by @firefly-graphics!!

“Is he ready yet?” You asked Jey as you walked into Sami’s locker room, your eyes filled with concern as  you scanned the room for any signs of Sami.

"He's in the bathroom." Jey stood up from his seat on the couch, his expression mirroring your concern. "He's been in there for a while. I'm starting to get worried too."

You nodded, your worry growing with each passing second. You knew the impeding match between Roman and Kevin tonight had him worried and stressed about his ex best friend, but you knew it wasn't gonna be easy for Sami. 

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Sami emerged, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly. His eyes met yours, and you could see the fear and anxiety swirling within them.

"Sami, are you okay?" you asked, stepping closer to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He forced a weak smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll be fine," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just nerves, you know?"

You exchanged a worried glance with Jey, both of you knowing that it was more than just nerves that were plaguing Sami. You gave Jey a look that said calm Sami down, and Jey nodded in understanding before turning his attention to Sami.

"Hey, baby," Jey began in a soothing tone, "Sit down."

"I said I'm fine." Sami replied,  but his voice wavered, betraying his facade of calmness. Jey gently guided Sami to the couch, ignoring his protests.

"Sami, sit down." Sami sighed and reluctantly obeyed, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch. You took a seat beside him, lacing your fingers with his as Jey sat on the other side of the room, giving Sami space but still being there for support.

"All you have to do is just stand there. No fighting, no nothing, just stand ringside for Roman, and everything will be okay," Jey reassured him, his voice steady and reassuring.

Sami nodded, but you could see the doubt lingering in his eyes. "I know, I know," he muttered, more to himself than to either of you.

Jey knew he should've been reporting this hesitancy to Roman, should be letting Roman know that Sami wasn't in the right state of mind to accompany him to the ring. But betraying his boyfriends trust is something Jey couldn't bring himself to do.

So, he simply continued to offer words of encouragement, hoping to ease Sami's nerves even just a little.

"Dont you want to be part of the Bloodline?" Jey Jey's question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of expectation and loyalty.

Sami glanced up at him, his brow furrowed with uncertainty.

"Sami, we need you with us. So tonight, you need to show Roman that you're with us one hundred percent," Jey continued, his voice firm but gentle.

You gently cupped Sami's face, turning it so he was looking directly at you. "Sami, baby, please, do this for us. After tonight, Roman will see your loyalty, and we can tell him about our relationship. All you have to do is just stand there by his side, and everything will fall into place, and when it's over, we'll have each other."

Sami's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a hint of longing. He knew the stakes were high, not just for Roman's match but for his place within the group. Taking a deep breath, he leaned into Jey's arms, seeking comfort and reassurance. "Okay," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Jey wrapped his arms around Sami, holding him close. He was so close to having him, and with Sami's confirmation of support, his heart swelled with hope and determination.

"That's my baby." Jey cupped Sami's face and kissed him softly, his lips lingering against Sami's as if to convey all the love and support he could muster in that single moment.

Sami quickly responded in kind, deepening the kiss, pouring all of his emotions into it—his fear, his uncertainty, but most importantly, his love for Jey. For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.

When Jey pulled away, you quickly took his place, sitting on Samis lap and taking his face in your hands, kissing him gently yet passionately. "We believe in you, Sami," you whispered against his lips. "You've got this."

Sami's trembling hands found their way to your waist, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with gratitude.

Guilt ate at him as his two favorite people in the world showering him with encouragement and love, unaware of the fact he simply couldn't do what they asked them to do. Couldn't just stand by idly and watch as Kevin got pummeled.

But he promised you two he would try, and he owed you both at least that. 

A knock on the door startled Sami, and the three of you quickly separated and made it seem like everything was normal as Roman entered the locker room. His presence commanded attention, and Sami immediately straightened up, trying to push aside his doubts and fears.

"Ready to go, Sami?" Roman asked, his tone expectant as he glanced around the room.

Sami nodded, offering Roman a tight smile. "Yeah, ready as I'll ever be."

Roman clapped a hand on Sami's shoulder, a gesture that felt both comforting and suffocating at the same time. "Good. Let's do this."

He exchanged a look with the both of you, and you and Jey stood up, and after you nodded at Roman, you both gave Sami a hug, your embrace conveying all the support and love you could muster. If Roman thought the hug lasted too long, he didn't mention it, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand.

"You got this, okay?" You whispered to Sami as you pulled away from the hug, giving him one last reassuring smile before he followed Roman out of the locker room, already thinking of how amazing it'll be to put the lei on him and make him an official member of the Bloodline, and finally tell Roman of your relationship!

Jey squeezed Sami's hand before letting go, his eyes filled with hope and pride and the same thoughts as you, thinking how good the red lei will look against his boyfriends skin.

Boyfriend. It sounded amazing to think about Sami like that, to know he has Sami like that, and that Jey has you like that.  "We'll be waiting for you, kay Sami?"

Oh how Sami wished those words were true.

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[magnoliacharmed]

Godless

(not my gif!)

18+, CM Punk x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of our Own!]

Word count: 1,091

Tags: Referenced alcoholism, Religious imagery/symbolism, blow jobs, come swallowing

Summary:

This was the blessing you worked for. This was the blessing you deserved. To worship at the feet of CM Punk.

Author's note: Inspired by this wonderful fancam & Godless by Banks.

…And so you worshiped at the feet of CM Punk. 

It was a downward spiral and you circled the drain before you’d even known it. Oh, to trade one addiction for another… you hoped God could forgive you. 

The thought brewed in your mind. Dark storm clouds filled your head heavily with an impending sense of horror. When you felt the gentle caress of Punk’s fingertips across your cheekbones, the clouds broke. Tears flooded your eyes and began to roll down your cheeks and over his fingers. 

“Don’t you feel better? Don’t you feel clean? ” Punk whispered. His voice echoed around you like a haunting. You would’ve liked to say that there was no semblance of wickedness in his eyes, but why play God for a fool?

“Yes… but…”

Pain radiated through your nerves. Every muscle in your head twisted and stretched with exhaustion. You’d do anything for another sip of liquor. You’d do anything for Punk’s admiration. 

“But what?”

“For how long will this go on?”

His hand came to rest on the back of your head. It scared you how much you needed his touch. It calmed you down almost immediately. Now you knew it was okay to relax. Your body bit back at your now rested weight pushing down on your knees. Let them get scraped.  

“What if I told you I could make it all more bearable?”

The fluorescent lighting seemed to brighten behind his head, an aura of yellow-white glistening through strands of dark hair. If you reached out to touch him would he really be there? Was he not a trick of your mind, an illusion to sink you further into despair?

“I’ll do anything.”

“Anything… anything. Close your eyes for me.”

You squeezed your lids shut. The darkness behind them was well needed. The light from Punk was getting to be overwhelming. You wondered just what he could do for you to make all the pain go away. 

“Will you bless me?”

Punk paused at your words. He didn’t expect the desperation in your voice. If anything, it only spurred him on. Made him more comfortable with what he wanted to do. 

“Yes.”

Things were all a blur. There was no point in thinking about the circumstances that led you to this point. The only thing that was worth focusing on was how to please. And to please was to pray. There was more than one way to pray, not only through the act of speaking. Your mouth opened as if to sing a hymn and slowly became filled with him. 

It was a slow affair. There was no need to make the act more obscene than it already was. Punk knew what this was. It was more about the means to the end, the journey of it all. To see you so pliable below him was more pleasurable than the act itself he realized. A contented sigh escaped from his lips. The warmth of your mouth was slightly overbearing. 

“I look down at you now and see a saint. My saint.”

The bobbing of your head came to an abrupt stop to look up at him with a red rimmed wet sparkle in your eye. A saint. You couldn’t believe it. Yes, this made all of your former suffering worth it. Doing anything for this man, this— 

Prophet?

When he pushed deeper down into your throat, you thought that was it. You’d reached your end. Breathing was still possible but wasn’t even a priority in your lust soaked brain. You wondered why a sinful act made you feel so holy. Perhaps it was due to the sounds Punk made above you. Deep breaths and strained moans healed your tainted spirit. You were on your way to true salvation. 

The thrusts of his hips began to pick up pace. He was ready to give you what you needed. Out of all his followers, you were his favorite. You were the one who had put in the most effort and the one who’d suffered the greatest. You’d walked the straight and narrow path to a clean life. Now it was time to show you just how proud he was of you. 

“You’re perfect. I’ve always believed in you.”

All of his words had sent you careening towards the edge too. You were sure that if you reached down to pleasure yourself you’d be reprimanded and punished, and there would be nothing worse than that. Restraint was difficult but much better than the alternative. Your mind conjured images of reaching down to touch yourself and show Punk just how much you respected him. All you wanted to do was chant his name, over and over in the throes of ecstasy. Maybe one day after you continued to prove yourself. 

“Here it comes—“

Warm fluid filled your mouth in a rush. It was bitter tasting but no more bitter than any liquor you’d ever consumed. Even though you’d been down on your knees for what felt like hours, the peak was reached so soon. Punk’s nails dug into your scalp as he pushed your head to the base of himself. He knew he was choking you. It took him a few seconds to actually care. He slowly dragged himself out of your mouth, like he was in pain to leave. The saintliness you emitted had faded from his vision. You were once again just you. In that moment, just you was good enough.

The deep breath you took made you feel alive like you’d never felt before. It was amazing— your muscles no longer ached. Your memory must have played a trick on you… you weren’t even sure if you were truly feeling real pain before he entered you.

That very special light glowed behind Punk again when he held his hand out to help you raise off of your knees. His lips planted a loving kiss on your forehead, the metal of his lip ring feeling alien on your overheated skin. Your body flooded with affection and desire for him. 

“Let’s go. It’s time to spread the good word.” His smile was easy, yet mocking. Most likely because of how absolutely wrecked you looked with smudged mascara and a wet chin. It was easy to ignore his expression when he kept his grip on your hand, fingers wrapping around yours. You were his best disciple. The people had to see just how devoted you were. 

This was the blessing you worked for. This was the blessing you deserved. To worship at the feet of CM Punk. 

#cm punk #wwe #wwe smut #wwe fanfic #world wrestling entertainment #cm punk x reader #wrestling #wrestling fanfic #wrestling smut #magnoliafanfic

[dirtywresling102]

This is me projecting for sure, but can I request a female reader x Hook? She meets him at a convention meet and greet and he ends up being really into her. Feel like this is kinda cliche but I’m supposed to meet him in two weeks so I am projecting/lowkey manifesting👀 😂😭

Pairing: Hook x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Meet and Greets

Imagine Requests: Open!

Note: YOU'RE MEETING HOOK!? Ugh lucky! I just met Brian Cage a 2 weeks ago! Ugh I hope to meet Hook one day! I hope you have fun!

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Your stomach clenched tighter as you saw Hook's fluffy brown hair in view. You bit your lip to see him looking up at the person in front of him and smile. His smile melted your heart in way you never thought someone could. You grew even more nervous as you realized you were the next person in line to speak with him.

It seemed like your legs were becoming wobbly with each step you took. Watching the person in front of you leave in excitement you looked at Hook to see he was already looking at you with a large smile. "Hi!" He greeted.

"H- Hello." You gushed, walking up to the table. You handed him a piece of paper with a drawing on it of him.

"Holy shit, is this me!" His eyes sparkled as he admire the art work.

"Yeah, I uh have been working on it for awhile." You blushed as he grew excited over your work.

"This is amazing." Hook's eyes never left the paper as he grabbed a marker. "Who can I make this out to?" He popped off the lid.

"Y/N." You said sheepishly, biting your lip as you watched him autograph the drawing. "I'm a big fan of you." You finally admitted.

"And I'm a big fan of you as well." Hook gave your art piece one last look before handing it to you. "Do you post on Instagram?"

"Of my work? Daily." You smiled, carefully grabbing the sheet, making sure not to ruin it.

"Well, how about I give you a follow so I can see all your amazing art work?"

You stared at him in disbelief. "R- Really?" You fumbled to grab your phone, looking up your Instagram username. "Here, it's this." You showed him your profile picture as he pulled out his phone with a smile and put in your account.

"And, followed."

You looked at your screen to see Hook was officially following you.

"Come on, can't leave without a picture." Hook stood up from his chair as you made your way around the table, he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you tight, smiling towards the camera. Once the flash went off me whispered in your ear. "I'll text you later."

#hook #aew hook #aew fanfiction #aew wrestling #aew smut #aew fanfic #aew fluff #meet and greet #hook meet and greet #wrestling blog #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fanfiction #hook x you #hook x y/n #hook x reader #female!reader #hook x female!reader #f!reader #afab!reader #imagines open #requested #imagine requests #wrestling imagines #aew imagines #hook imagine

[newcaptainofsquad9]

The Lady’s Man~Becky Lynch x fem! reader

Pairing: Becky Lynch x reader

Genre: Romance, fluff

  Summary: After spending close time with Becky during your time as tag team duos, she starts to dress differently, something not only the fans pick up on but you along with Becky’s competition for the Smackdown Women’s championship too.

Writer’s Note: First and foremost, I’m sorry about not updating a certain fic yet (The Astrid, Crazy Rich Asians one. I’m still working on it!) or just writing a lot on here in general. Depression has its hooks sunk deep and work has been draining me more than usual but here I am. One of the things that has helped me lots is wrestling, haven’t watched it since I was a young teen and wow, it’s like interacting with an old friend again. One thing that I’ve also noticed is how much the women on the roster are hot and why I liked them so much. The gay awakening was real. Anyway, hope you enjoy my first wrestling fic!

Word Count: 1, 978

You were classy. If you were to partake in feuds or clap-backs, you kept it high-brow and let your skills in the ring do most of the talking. That was part of your character: Lady Y/N, here to bring back beauty and class to the WWE, an exhausting effort to get through with your in ring abilities instead of full on trash talking. That being said, you did have your moments where you popped off on the mic, especially when Damage Ctrl was involved. 

You came face to face with Bayley, Dakota Kai and Iyo Sky tonight; the people of the crowd roaring and chanting, “My Lady” once your music hit and you came strutting toward the ring.

“Aw, here she comes!” Bayley yelled. She pointed off around the crowd and continued to mouth off“Shut up! We’re the top ladies here you heathens.”

“Bayley, all this crying isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” you said. You entered the ring, smiling at the audience, waved and aimed a few kisses at the people, swooning them in the process. “Didn’t Becky and I beat Iyo and Dakota last week and didn’t you lose your championship to Charlotte at the Rumble last week?”

Bayley nodded eagerly, smile plastered on her face. 

“Yeah! Lady yeah! I did y/n! But who’s been a champion at all? Me! Not you! Some lady you are!” Bayley exclaimed while laughing and nodding to her Damage Ctrl sidekicks. “Maybe, if you’re nice to us tonight, I can bring you in the spotlight on my Ding Dong Hello show next week. Well, just you and not your man.”

You cocked up an eyebrow at the mention of “your man”, right when the WWE universe all “oooooed” all at once. It was some sort of joke you weren’t in on, yet you caught yourself with a sly grin and went back in on Bayley. 

“My man? You making up delusions now, huh, Ms. Role-model?” you said. 

Bayley scoffed then let out a snort while turning to Dakota and Iyo. The crowd seemed to react as well, chanting “The Man” over and over. 

Oh. Becky, that was who Bayley was referring to. She called herself the man, didn’t mean she was your “man.” Right? And Bayley is totally wrong, the WWE Universe did have their bright moments but they didn’t dictate who did or didn’t belong to you. Especially Becky Lynch. She was your friend and tag team partner. Period. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“Please, you might be able to fool these idiots!” Bayley yelled. She gestured to the audience before continuing. “But you can’t fool me and the heart eyes she gives you! Have you even seen her new merch?”

Now you knew Bayley made up insults and material on the fly but you really had no idea what she was talking about. Before you could wrap your head around it or throw your own comment back at her, Becky’s music hit, sending the arena along with Damage Ctrl into a frenzy.

“Aww, now look who you’ve spawned!” Bayley groaned. “How dare you idiots speak of The Man!”

The combination of the loud music, the crowd and Bayley’s irritating yells swirled into a cacophony of noise that left you frozen while you watched your fiery headed partner (tag of course) rush out, all smiles and cockiness under her black shades. It’s like what Bayley alluded too, her outfit and merch was different: instead of wearing her flashy, “Bex” shirt underneath her leather jacket, Becky sported a new shirt with blocky letters reading “The Lady’s Man.” 

Your heart skipped a bit at the display; being around Becky was already complex, she just made it twenty times harder. She trotted down to you on your frozen spot in front of the ring, eyes obscured by her shades until she lifted them. 

“You called?” Becky asked. She aimed her words at Bayley and the entire WWE Universe, but it felt as if she was just talking to you. 

Becky stepped closer toward you, rearranged your hair a little before placing the shades on your head. 

“This Ok?” she asked. “Don’t want to mess up your hair, but I just couldn’t resist.” 

Her Irish accent always had an effect on you but how low it was when she whispered, with her gesture of the shades left you flabbergasted longer.

“Hey! Flirt on your own time!” Bayley said. She pointed at Becky, who chuckled. “This is between me and your Lady!”

“Woah, woah, woah! You know Y/N and I are a team, like you and your Ctrl clique,” Becky explained. She brought an arm around your shoulder, patting the spot in an attempt to bring you back from your stump. “The Man always defends her lady. Dare I say, she’s got a better chance at Charlotte for the Smackdown women’s championship than you!” 

Becky’s words got your chest to flare; you nodded along however, smiling a bit too big as words of your own bubbled up from your throat. 

“The Man’s got a valid point though, what do you say, Role-model?” you said. 

Bayley guffawed. 

“Sure! Yeah right, like she would--” Bayley said. She was cut off by the crowd chanting your name over and over, angering her yet again. “Shut up! You idiots don’t know anything! Y/N can’t even compete with Dakota or Iyo, let alone me!”

Becky cocked her head back, as if her fellow horsewoman’s words struck her face on. She turned toward you, mouthing a “can you believe this?” You just rolled your eyes and shook your head. 

“Bayley, keep spouting this nonsense and maybe I’ll have to kick your ass again,” Becky said. She brought you closer, close enough to hook her arm around your waist. “Or! We could take care of Kai and Iyo and they can defend those tag titles for once! Jeez! Those things have been collecting dust!” 

You found yourself smiling more as the heat built up your chest. Becky and you only teamed up due to being a great match against Fire and Desire, along with other amazing women in the division but to suggest you both challenge Damage Ctrl? It was a commitment to what you two could do together, although, it wasn’t as grand as Becky proclaiming herself “your man”, was it the direction Triple H wanted or was it something more?

“No way!” Bayley growled. “I mean, they’re the greatest bunch of the womens division they don’t need to prove a thing!”

Iyo Sky and Dakota nodded, a little too swiftly with conflicting emotions pouring through; you picked up on them immediately.

“You sure Bayley? They seem scared. Let’s ask them, folks! Iyo? Dakota?  Are you afraid to take on Becks and I? Maybe to even put the titles on the line too?”

The WWE Universe erupted in another fit of chants: you made it out to be them calling Damage Ctrl cowards over and over again. Becky chuckled and pulled you close while Iyo and Dakota went over what was going on with Bayley off mic. It looked as if Iyo and Dakota were trying to talk their leader out of it, you felt quite terrible for them and how the crowd began to drown them out with the noise.

“All right! Quiet you idiots!” Bayley shouted. She gestured for the WWE universe to calm down more, leaving mummers among the crowd and stands. “They’ll accept the challenge, next week!”

You didn’t expect them to accept so quick, believing them to think it over throughout the week or maybe go back and forth with Becky on Twitter(usually ending up with you mediating). 

“Yes!” Becky cheered. “We got this, lass.”

You could only nod, lost in the feeling of opportunity: white noise of the crowd and a tingling feeling that warped down your chest toward your belly. A title shot for the first time in your career, with Becky. Becky freaking Lynch. 

The thought kept up its constant ringing in your head, even after you escaped the effervescent noise the WWE universe were known to cause. You managed to reach your personal locker room before a hand grabbed your wrist--the action forced you to tense up, thinking it was Bayley or Damage Ctrl. 

“Whoa, lass, you all right?” Becky said. Concern clean on her face. “Is it OK if we talk?”

You nodded. Becky shut the door behind you, then proceeded to pace the space, back and forth like a blur of orange flame that flicked from one end of a candle to the next. 

“It wasn’t your idea, was it?” you said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

Becky froze, attention immediately on you. 

“What?”

You let out a humorless laugh and motioned to her new T-shirt. 

“The Lady’s Man? It was just a new way of introducing our tag team? Making it official, yeah? Or is it a new storyline that I’m not caught up with yet?” you asked. You pressed your fingers together and fidgeting them while continuing. “I-I just want to understand what all that was.”

“Lass--”

“Rebecca, please be honest with me,” you said. The emotion in your voice was sharp and firm.

Becky rushed over to you, taking your face in your hands. 

“Breathe, y/n, I’ll explain, let me just sit you down, OK?” she said. 

She led you to the folded chair you had set up by your cubby, helping you sit prior to her kneeling in front of you. 

“It was my idea, and yeah Triple H and the people wanted to market it, thought it’d be a great thing to lead up to something amazing to do with the Tag titles,” Becky explained. She took your hand as she spoke, rubbing the knuckles and the underside of a few veins. “But under all of the bravado and what The Man means to me, there’s some truth to it. I really want to try and be your lady too. I-I like you, Y/N, I really do.”

The way Becky looked up at you almost made the emotions break from you, tears flooded your eyes, some spilling over to your dismay. 

“Y/N, no, hun, don’t cry I--”

You cut Becky off with a kiss, meeting her halfway as your arms wrapped around her neck. Becky returned the kiss instantly, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her. A mini makeout session just about occurred. You pulled back (a little self conscious that you both were still in the arena aka work) but Becky lifted your chin up tenderly, planting a short yet passionate kiss to your lips once again. 

“I love that desire, lass,” Becky whispered. “Does this mean we’re to be more than tag team champions in the future?”

You nodded. “That and we’ll have a lot more moments outside of Wrestlemania.” 

#wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #becky lynch #becky lynch x reader #wwe bayley #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wwe damage ctrl #iyo sky #dakota kai #bayley #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe becky lynch #damage ctrl

[faggotmox]

UNTIL I SAY SO

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Time Period: After Blood & Guts 2023 Characters: Jon Moxley, Wheeler Yuta, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, background Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson/Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta, BCC Polycule Summary: After the BCC's loss at Blood & Guts there are apologies to be made and punishments to be given. All in the name of strengthening the BCC. Word Count: 11,978 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing and also helping me work out Yuta's dom character. Kink list/warnings below cut (because long) but also exactly the same as on the ao3 link. This is also a celebration fic for me getting fired/quitting my hell corporate coffee job. Translations: Swiss German Terms of Endearment + Sternli means "little star" + Tigerli means "little tiger" (ya know when your boyfriend is huge so you're both "little" something or other.) -> link to fic on ao3

Final Writer's Notes: Okay okay, so here is the thing…the thing is they're horny and fit so they can come like 20 times. It's fine. Don't ask questions about that. Look at all the other kinks and (checks notes) the story? Anyways these sluts are definitely in an established BDSM relationship so like they don't need to negotiate and what not. Enjoy my return to wrestling porn! Roles: Dom/Top/Power Bottom Wheeler Yuta, Sub/Switch/Service Top Claudio Castagnoli, Sub/Bottom Jon Moxley, Background Dom/Top/Daddy Bryan Danielson Kink List: BDSM, Heavy BDSM, Multiple Orgasms, Dom/sub, Restraints, Spanking, Impact Play, Paddling, Cock Rings, Dildos, Sex Toys, Punishment, Degradation Kink, Humiliation Kink, Master/Slave, Domspace, Subspace, Service Top, Come play, Prostate Milking, Prostate Massage, Cock & Ball Torture, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, BDSM Scene, Kink, Cock Warming, Force Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Dry Orgasm, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Objectification Kink, Pain Kink, Pain Play, S&M, Sadomasochism, Blindfolds, Gags, Choking, Face Slapping, Cock Slapping, Spit Kink, Yuta Worship, Bondage

Until I Say So

“You know what you have to do.” Bryan’s voice crackled over the headphones.

“He did the right thing.” Yuta walked along the cushioned carpets of the hotel hallways. 

“You still need to do this,” Bryan reiterated. “For him.”

“I know.” Yuta got to the door, his hands moving to get the keycard out of his pocket. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I know you will.” There was a brief pause. “That’s why I wasn’t worried about not being there tonight.” A silence hung between them before Bryan spoke again. “You must be at the door?” 

“Yeah. I’ll let you know how it goes.” Yuta pulled one of the buds out of his ear. “Bye.”

“Bye.” Bryan hung up.

The door opened as expected. Yuta walked inside, cleaned up and stitched back together. Chin held high because Yuta didn’t give up, and Yuta didn’t cost them the match. The balcony door that said ‘no smoking’ was open with Mox standing outside. The medical kit was all put back together on the bed, and the water was running in the bathroom. Claudio must have finished up with Mox and was cleaning up while Mox waited. Waited for Yuta. 

The man in question turned after a few moments of being watched. A half-smoked cigarette in his mouth as he took in Yuta. Mox ducked his head quickly, his hand coming up to take the cigarette and flick it into a can-made-ashtray. The door made a squeaky sound when Mox closed it. The older man wasn’t wearing his shoes. Just a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a few bandages. 

Mox’s head was still ducked down, his shoulders hunched forward, when he leaned into Yuta’s personal space to nudge his forehead against the side of Yuta’s. An apology. The way a puppy would apologize. For a moment Yuta indulged Mox’s feelings. One of his hands came up to rest on the back of the other man’s neck and pull him closer. 

“I shouldn’t…have tapped for you.” Mox finally said just as the bathroom door opened.

“Hang on, Claudio.” Yuta stopped any interruption preemptively. His hand gripped Mox’s chin. “No. You shouldn’t have tapped for me. You’re going to make it up to me, right?” Yuta stared hard at Mox before he got a jerky nod. “Get these off and get on the bed.” 

As soon as Yuta let go, Mox did what he was told to do. His shorts were discarded before he got on the bed, careful of any injury or bandage. Yuta turned around to Claudio once that was taken care of, and went to kiss the other man. There was probably some guilt playing in Claudio after the Pac altercation, but Yuta hadn’t been relying on Pac. Claudio had come through time and again during the match. So had Mox. 

“You did a good job patching him up.” Yuta gave a reassuring smile. “You did a good job tonight.”

“Thank you.” Claudio tipped his head and kissed a stitch on Yuta’s brow. “He’s good to go for you. All cleared, and cleaned up. Nothing too bad.”

“Hmm. Good.” Yuta ran a hand up Claudio’s arm. “Wanna referee?” 

“Yeah?” Claudio glanced between Mox on the bed and Yuta in front of him. 

“I want you to.” Yuta reassured. 

“I would like to. Thank you, Wheeler.” Claudio kissed the stitch again before kissing Yuta's lips.

They parted with Claudio going to change into a tank top and pair of boxers before settling into a chair nearby. Yuta stripped his t-shirt so Mox could see everything for the first time. What he gave to hold on, and Mox gave that up.

It wasn’t on purpose but Yuta always felt a little like he was in the ring when he tugged their equipment bag out from under the bed. What was it going to be? A barbed wire bat or a vibrator? Yuta was smirking to himself over his own dumb little jokes, but for all Mox knew he was smirking over the punishment he had planned. Now Yuta was smirking about that.

“Tell me your safeword, Mox.” 

“Regal. Yours?” 

“Dragon.”

They both nodded to each other before Yuta made his decision. Bryan had told him that he needed to take Mox down after that. Punish him for that decision even though Yuta could admit it was the right call. However Bryan didn’t provide a detailed plan of the punishment, and Yuta was working on the fly. He was a smart guy though, and he could kill two birds with one stone here.

“Make yourself useful while I set up for you.” Yuta unzipped the bag, not bothering to look at Mox. “Since Claudio carried the team on his back tonight, I think you should thank him properly. Some appreciation is in order for how well he patched you up, too.”

Yuta was able to fish a few things he needed out of the bag rather quickly, and silently thanked Claudio for being so organized. He followed behind Mox and stood nearly touching him as he knelt in front of Claudio in the armchair. 

“Thank you, Claudio.” Mox frowned at the annoyed sigh from the larger man.

“Yuta, if you would--” Claudio gestured vaguely at Mox in a way he didn’t get, but Yuta did; he handed Claudio a cushion. “You just took a beating. Take care of our property, Jon.” Claudio made Mox move and kneel on the pad instead of the harder floor. 

“Sorry.” Mox cleared his throat when he felt Yuta smack the back of his head.

“Who are you, Bryan? Awfully quiet tonight, Mox. I want to hear you thanking Claudio for everything he’s done and then suck his dick until I’m ready to deal with you.” Yuta passed off a pair of cock rings to Claudio, and a blindfold. 

“Yeah. You’re right.” Mox cleared his throat and shifted to get comfortable before looking up at Claudio. “Thank you for carrying the team, and taking all the pain you did for us. For bleeding for us. I know you protected both of us more than once during the match. You fought hard. Thank you. But mostly thank you for not…not giving up on Yuta. I saw you fighting to get to him. I saw…”

While Mox rambled on, Yuta cleared off the hotel room desk, hoping that it would be sturdy enough to support their activities. Yuta didn’t have to watch to know that Claudio was getting them both into the rings, and Mox into the blindfold. It was easy. Everyone was getting what they needed, and if Yuta could pull it off they’d all get to walk away a little less wounded. Which he guessed was the weight Bryan was putting on his shoulders. 

The rambling had stopped but there were now sucking sounds. The heavy sigh from Claudio made Yuta smirk. It might be fucked up, but they were fucked up. A guilty blowjob from Mox was one of the best things in the world. Mox was obsessed with choking himself on Claudio’s dick anyways. As Yuta went over his restraint choices he glanced over to see Claudio lounged back, arms behind his head and eyes closed as Mox exorcized his demons. 

“Not to interrupt,” Yuta piped up, the wry grin still on his face as Claudio cracked an eye open. “It looks like a good thank you.”

“Oh, it is.” Claudio put a large hand on the back of Mox’s head to force him all the way down. “Fuck. Best thank you a guy could ask for.”

Mox gagged for a long moment as he was held down. He didn’t push or fight back. A tight moan worked its way out of his chest when he was close to a limit and Claudio let him up without a moment's hesitation. Mox swayed hard backwards. Heavy eyes blinked tears away as he tried to refocus himself. 

“Care to put him over this table for me, Claudio? Face down, please.” Yuta gestured to the set up. 

“No problem.” Claudio winked at Yuta. “You know how much I like to pick him up.”

It was true. Claudio had a thing specifically for picking up Mox. The dazed man didn’t even squirm when Claudio scooped him up, Mox’s damaged back meeting Claudio’s sculpted chest, and carried him over to the desk. Some of the pressure made Mox hiss as pain sparked in his wounds, but it also made his dick twitch. 

The cool wood did little to calm the fever Mox was in. Claudio reached to restrain Mox but Yuta gently stopped him and motioned for him to secure Mox’s lower half. Yuta liked when Claudio refereed for them. He knew Claudio liked it when Mox refereed for him. It was funny how they all had their own preferences. Yuta vaguely knew he was Bryan’s go-to. Yuta had seen Bryan and Mox do crazy things together.

The leather cuffs around Mox’s ankles were secured, and Claudio was quick to do his thighs as well. Yuta adjusted the blindfold, kissing Mox’s cheek before snapping one wrist in, and then going for the other. Yuta anticipated Mox’s spike of panic.

“Hey.” Yuta grabbed the scruff of Mox’s neck. “Stop it. Calm down, and breathe. You’re going to be cuffed, just like in the ring, and this time we don’t stop until I say so.”

Mox whimpered and gave one last push back before collapsing onto the table. Now Yuta could fully clasp the last cuff since he didn’t have to hold Mox down. Once everything was on, Yuta did a quick once-over to make sure everything was good to go before looking up to see Claudio smiling at him.

“Good call.” Claudio said quietly as he got up and moved around to pull a chair up to the side of the desk, near Mox’s head. 

One of the side tables had been dragged over for Yuta to put all of their necessities on. Claudio was where he needed to be to keep an eye on Mox, his hand occasionally stroking his hard on. The click of the lube cap startled Mox. Yuta chuckled as he pulled a pair of gloves on before dribbling the lube over Mox’s hole. The tiny moan that left Mox made Yuta wanna say fuck the punishment and fuck him right there. That’d make Yuta feel better. But he checked himself. This was about making Mox feel better, and doing something incredibly hot. 

“There’s one rule here, Mox.” Yuta teased a finger over the other man's hole, letting Mox adjust his feet and find how he needed to really stand like this. “What’s that rule?” Yuta started to push in his first finger, pulling a deep whine from Mox. “What do you think the one rule is here, Jon?” 

“Fuck.” Mox pressed his forehead against the desk. “Bryan’s a bitch for corrupting you.”

“Focus.” Yuta smacked Mox’s ass sharply, aiming for the horrific edge of the bruise where Mox had landed on the nail bed. There was already some admiration from Yuta for how much Mox could get off on his wounds. Pain was pain to the man, which was the same as pleasure in Mox’s wirecrossed brain. 

“It doesn’t stop until you say so!” Mox called out, his back arching. Yuta pushed two fingers in as a reward. “OH! Fuck.” 

“Good boy.” Yuta finger fucked Mox slowly to work in more and more lube that they would need. The praise made Mox relax some. The man loved to have his hole played with, Yuta was an expert on that now. Mox was truly a bottom, and enjoyed every moment of it. Even these moments. “Taking me so well. Let’s take things up a notch.”

Yuta started to work on a third finger, which had Mox letting out happily pained sounds. That was what Yuta put his efforts into. He stretched Mox’s hole, pushing deeper and adding more lube. As Mox started to break out in sweat Yuta started to work over his prostate. It was so easy to tease Mox like this, so Yuta did so without mercy. 

“Fuck, fuck. I-I-m--” Mox choked on his own words. “Come?” 

“You wanna come, big guy?” Yuta teased. “‘Cause I keep doing this?” Yuta worked two fingers over the other man’s spot, making him jolt and jerk. 

“Yes! Please! Please?” Mox gasped. 

“There’s only one rule, Mox.” Yuta reminded him.

“It doesn’t stop until you say it stops?” Mox repeated, not quite getting it but to be fair Yuta was working very hard to keep Mox from being able to think much. 

“Exactly. You can come as much as you want, Mox.” Yuta said in a sickeningly soft voice, like he was doing Mox a favor. “You can come now. And again. And again. And again. Doesn’t matter much to me. I’m going to keep doing what I want to you until I decide I’m done.”

“Wheeler.” Mox’s voice caught in his chest, his body tensing as a wave of pleasure built up and broke through. 

“So soon.” Yuta mocked a little as he kept playing with Mox. “We have so long to go. Hope it doesn’t start hurting.” Mox mumbled something that neither could make out. “What was that?” Yuta pressed a mean finger against a bruise.

“Fuck! I said,” Mox had to force his lungs to open up to breathe for a moment before the words could be made. “I fuckin’ said, I hope it does!” 

“That’s what I expect to hear from you, Jon.” Yuta laughed, leaning over the other to kiss his cheek.

The small display of affection was all Mox got before Yuta pulled his fingers free. Mox made a practically wounded sound that made the other two men laugh and muttered a ‘calm down.’ There was a towel below Mox so they didn’t destroy any carpet but Yuta did nothing about his leaking, dripping cock. Still hard from Yuta playing with his g-spot and the binding cock ring.

The next part was going to be a lot of fun for the neighbors. Mox wasn’t shy, and they were letting him be pretty loud right now. Yuta knew to give Claudio the go ahead to start a blowjob if Mox got concerningly loud. 

Off on the side table was Yuta’s selection of equipment. His hands sought out the toy he liked to use most on Mox. Slightly above average length, but thick especially at the head; not realistic but ribbed and grooved since Mox was so sensitive. The toy never failed to bring out the most responsive side of Mox, which was why Yuta always brought it with them. The crowd favorite, so to speak.

The blunt tip of the toy eased past Mox’s hole. There was a little whine that got louder the deeper Yuta pushed the toy. Once it was all the way in, Yuta turned the base and the toy buzzed to life. Mox jumped hard, and pulled against the restraints as Yuta gave tiny, hard, shallow thrusts with the toy. The restraints rattled and Yuta made sure the table wasn’t giving as he started to pull the toy out more and thrust it back in. 

"Wheeler!" Mox hollered as the toy slid over the little spot that sent sparks up his back. "Fuck!"

"If you're too loud, Claudio will have to figure out how to gag you " Yuta teased with the toy, running quick, short thrusts over Mox’s prostate. 

“I can- I can’t--” Mox choked out but Yuta didn’t let up. 

The hitching, gasping sounds Mox kept making clued Yuta into what was about to happen. It took Yuta very few adjustments to press the vibrator against that spot. It looked like a bolt of lightning went through Mox. His back straightened out completely, his hips bucked into the edge of the desk, and all the restraints rattled. 

All the tension snapped at once. Between Mox’s legs Yuta could see his straining cock spray again. Yuta’s mouth watered at the sight. The hard twitching length leaked more as Yuta kept up his torture. When Mox started to shake, Yuta slowly eased the vibrator out, turning it off and setting it aside. 

“W-Wheeler?” Mox stammered, his breathing coming rapidly.

“We're not done yet,” Yuta responded dismissively as he removed his gloves.

“Nah…” Mox shook his head. “E-Empty?” 

That got a good chuckle out of both Yuta and Claudio. It was important to let Mox rest between their bouts, but Yuta couldn’t say no. Not to that. Not with what he had planned for Mox’s ‘rest cycle.’ 

“Oh, you wanna be full, big guy?” Yuta gave a playful pop to the softer underside of Mox’s ass. 

“Fuck, yes!” Mox called out, completely forgetting about or not caring that they had neighbors. 

“Sure about that? You don’t know what’s coming.” Yuta gave the teasing warning but was already pulling out a plug for Mox.

“Yes, Wheeler, yes.” Mox grunted and tried to shake his ass a little. “Plea- Ah!” 

The plug was smaller for Mox. It was smaller than the toy they had just been using, but it would be enough to keep Mox occupied. The toy fit snugly into the bound man, who moaned and bucked back against Yuta. As if Yuta hadn’t just made him come twice and fucked him with the toy nonstop. Mox was ridiculous.

“The way I see it, Mox,” Yuta started as he reached towards his side table set up for something new, “there were five people in that ring you let down.” The words got a little nod from Mox, but Yuta waited for a moment before adding. “And one person at home.”

“...Bryan…” Mox mumbled sadly.

“That’s right. Bryan.” Yuta agreed. “So, I think you owe each of us five strikes.” 

That made Mox’s breathing stop. His hips pushed back and out to be at a good angle for striking. The area Yuta was working with was already pretty bruised and damaged from the match. The strict, wooden paddle Yuta picked would be harsh on what was already there.

Claudio, ever present of mind, got himself to their gear back and was returning to sit with Mox again. Despite looking a little red in the face, Claudio seemed unbothered by the raging hard on between his legs. Yuta watched as Claudio started to wedge Mox’s mouth guard into his mouth. They all had a mouthguard for impact play, courtesy of Claudio. Once the guard was in, Yuta came around to kiss Claudio hard on the mouth.

“I’ll take him to ten, if you’ll follow up with five.” Yuta smiled at the twinkle in the other man’s eyes. “Then next round we’ll do you opening with five and me finishing with ten.”

“I like that.” Claudio kissed Yuta’s cheek before he returned to standing behind Mox.

Giving Mox a spanking was like giving a dog a bone. The man would writhe and thrash, making all sorts of noise too. At least the mouthguard helped with the sound, because Yuta loved to work him up. He delivered ten perfectly placed, well-measured, painful strikes to Mox’s backside. Mox was moaning for more when Yuta handed off the paddle to his trusted ‘referee.’ 

Five blows didn’t take long, but Claudio was precious with his work. The worst of the overlapping areas Yuta left were assaulted by Claudio’s perfect swing. The Swiss giant was by far the best technically out of all of them. By the last strike, Mox was clearly crying. It may have been concerning if he wasn’t also begging for more in mumbled requests against the table.

“There’s the first fifteen. Good boy.” Yuta stroked along a newly minted welt on Mox’s ass. “We get back to it, huh?”

“Back to it?” Mox used all his energy to lift his neck but couldn’t see anything anyways. Claudio took out the mouthguard so Mox could repeat himself. "Back to it?"

“Back to it.” Yuta said again as he took the plug out with a quick jerk of his hand.

“Fuck!” Mox cried out.

“Claudio, could you?” Yuta gestured.

“My pleasure.” Claudio was laughing as he stood up and pressed the tip of his dick to Mox’s mouth. 

As Mox worked his mouth around the thick cock in front of him, Yuta donned another pair of gloves and pushed two lubed fingers into his hole. It was easy for Yuta to play Mox’s body like a guitar. A little like this, and more that way. Mox was extremely responsive, too. The man would make it clearly known if he was having a good or bad time. It was one of Yuta’s favorite things about Mox being his sub. It was never hard to tell what Mox did or did not want.

The next orgasm shuddered through Mox like a train wreck thanks to Yuta’s talented fingers. It was sudden and fast. By the end of it he slumped against the desk and gave up. His body going lax as Claudio fucked his mouth. There was no end in sight for Mox. He knew he would get fifteen more strikes, but he had no idea how long Yuta planned to milk orgasms out of him. 

“Slow your breathing, Jon.” Claudio encouraged gently from above. He stopped moving so deep so that Mox could get his breathing regulated again. “Good boy.” Claudio praised once Mox got himself grounded. “Keep sucking.” 

Just as Mox refocused his brain on breathing and sucking dick, Yuta pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the vibrator. This time the toy was already going, the setting on medium-high. Mox choked and sobbed around Claudio’s cock. The table kept Mox up, his legs and arms defeatedly relaxed.

Yuta tormented Mox with the vibrator to the point that Mox was just outright crying at the stimulation. If Bryan hadn’t taught Yuta so well he’d probably pull out his dick right now and jerk off because the power rush from making Jon Moxley openly cry was enough to make Yuta come.

“There it is.” Yuta called out as he watched Mox have the most painful looking orgasm. “Oh fuck.” 

The head of Mox’s cock was painfully purple. Yuta wondered how loud Mox would scream if he just put his mouth over the sensitive tip. Yuta watched waves of pain and overstimulation roll through Mox’s body as his cock weakly twitched in an effort to come. The toy was only left in long enough to make Mox start bucking his hips away. 

“Okay, okay.” Yuta laughed as he took the vibrator out and put it aside again. He wondered if Mox knew he had come four times now, or if he thought it was some stupidly high number or something. “Claudio?” 

Yuta got the paddle again and held it up for the other to take. Claudio gave a couple of small thrusts before slowly pulling his dick out. Sometimes Yuta called them his ‘goodbyes.’ Claudio’s cock was replaced by the mouthguard before Claudio came to the end of the table. The larger man got the paddle and examined the canvas before him. It didn’t take long for Claudio to rain down five absolutely brutal blows to Mox’s ass. Between the sobs and groans, Yuta heard something.

“What was that, Mox?” Yuta nudged him. “Speak up.”

“...it stops when you say it stops…” Mox had to push the mouthguard out to say it a few times before going back to mouthing the words to himself.

“Oh. That’s hot.” Yuta sighed and started palming his cock through his jeans.

“You’re very close to getting to take care of that.” Claudio grinned as he absently stroked the back of Mox’s head. 

“My turn.” The mouthguard was forced back into Mox’s mouth.

Ten more strikes were laid out on Mox’s pained ass. With Mox, the answer rarely was to go lighter, so he had put some heft into his strikes. The sounds the spanking generated from Mox were so hot Yuta was sure he’d jerk off to them later.

By the time Yuta put the paddle down Mox was shaking, his thick thighs quivering against the maroon restraints. The restrains were leaving red marks against pale skin. The bruising from the match mixed with Claudio and Yuta’s marks. It gave Yuta a head rush. The other bruises Mox had fought against, but the ones they left were welcomed onto his body. It made Yuta feel like he had a right to Mox’s flesh. 

The paddle was put away but Yuta’s hand never left Mox’s welted ass. Claudio removed the mouthguard a final time, putting it away in its case to be washed later. Yuta took a moment to think about their next move and gestured to Claudio to check the blindfold. As a few ideas floated around in his head, Yuta made sure to check Mox over physically. Claudio had taken to whispering softly in German to their sub while he did his own checks. Making fillers so Yuta could have a moment to plan. That decided it. Claudio deserved a reward.

“How are you feeling, big guy?” Yuta groped Mox’s sore ass as he asked, getting back into their scene. There wasn’t a response so Yuta gripped harder. “I asked a question.” There was a long enough silence Yuta considered slowing everything down to check in better.

“Sorry I tapped.” Mox choked miserably on the words. He was so far down and crying so hard the words barely formed in his throat. "I'm sorry I tapped for you. I'm sorry I gave up. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry."

"I know you are." Yuta gestured for Claudio to work on calming their bound sub down. The other was already moving to check Mox over. "That's why we're doing this. Because I know you're sorry, and I know what you need."

"Please?" Mox sighed, his head dropping hard onto the desk.

"Please what, Mox?" Yuta had been gently stroking Mox's hip while Claudio gently massaged Mox's shoulders and back. Together their work seemed to help.

"Keep going." Mox was turning into jelly now.

“You know I will, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to kiss a cared-for wound on his shoulder. “You’ve been a really good boy.” Those words never failed to make Mox moan. “I’m going to make you a little more comfortable for this next part, so you can enjoy it a little more.” 

“Wheeler.” Mox whimpered. “Don’t deserve--”

“You don’t get to decide what you deserve and don’t deserve. That’s my job.” Yuta reminded him with a sharp slap to the thigh. “Claudio.” Yuta reached up to undo one of the wrist cuffs so the larger man followed suit. “Take him around the waist and hold him up for a second.” 

Mox willingly moved, one arm swung around Claudio’s neck. It seemed to take all of his energy to do that. Quickly Yuta folded up another towel to put over the edge of the desk where Mox was bent over. Giving him a cushion he would need for their next round.

“Lay him back down, and lock him up.” Yuta helped lower Mox and put the cuffs back on. He noticed Mox twitched at being handcuffed again but didn’t outright panic. “Good boy. Ready for Claudio to fuck you?” 

“Claudio gets to fuck me?” Mox perked up.

"Yes, as a reward for being such a good boy." The praise made Claudio light up. Yuta reached up and pulled Claudio down for a rough kiss. "During the match and after." Yuta said once they broke apart, one last peck on the taller man's lips before they traded places.

The best words Yuta could use to describe Claudio were ‘service top.’ The man thrived on providing for them. Yuta could direct him and guide him to do anything and he just seemed so happy to do it. It was submissive in a way, and Yuta thought of Claudio as his sub in a lot of ways because of it.  Even when Claudio was fucking Yuta, it was Yuta running the show. 

“Do your worst, babe.” Yuta encouraged as he watched Claudio lather his huge cock with lube. “I want him to feel it tomorrow on our long drive home.”

“You got it.” Claudio had a little smirk on his face as he rubbed the head of his dick against Mox’s swollen hole.

“Please.” Mox whimpered as he tried to push his hips back. “Please, Claudio, please?” 

“Since you beg so nicely.” Claudio knew the cues from Yuta meant being a little rough and mean. “I think Yuta would like to hear you, so do not hold back.”

Without any more warning, Claudio pushed in and didn't stop until he bottomed out. The abrupt, huge intrusion made Mox scream. His back arched beautifully and his legs strained against the restraints as Claudio pushed into him as quickly as he could. If Yuta hadn’t been working Mox over all night, he probably wouldn’t be able to take it. But instead Mox was begging for more. Claudio pulled all the way out and pushed back in. Mox cried out again so Yuta decided it was time to keep him quiet. The fly to his jeans was snapped open and unzipped, his cock springing free finally. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Yuta said softly as he pressed the head of his cock between Mox’s slightly-parted lips. “Suck on this so you calm down, or at least don’t wake our neighbors.” 

Mox wasn't quiet, but he couldn't be loud with Yuta’s cock in his mouth. Yuta didn’t move. He just let Mox suck on his cock while Claudio started to speed up. The sounds coming from Mox were desperate. Small little whimpers and whines as Claudio slammed into him. 

"How's he feel?” Yuta asked over Mox, like he wasn't there.

“Fucking incredible.” Claudio laughed breathlessly. “You worked him open so much he just took my cock. Fuck..” Claudio trailed off in a line of German curses Yuta vaguely knew. 

“You look so hot fucking him.” Yuta thrust into Mox's mouth a little when he whimpered. “Fuck him harder.”

“My pleasure.” Claudio grinned.

Huge hands grabbed Mox’s hips to readjust him to where he needed to be. Claudio shuffled a little, and adjusted his own angle. All the while completely inside a quivering, whimpering Mox. It was clear to Yuta that if he could see Mox’s eyes they’d be vacant. Mox was so far gone, so down. Yuta knew this had been important for all three of them.

Claudio started slamming into Mox. Yuta peeked around the edge of the desk to see Claudio pull all the way out and with a powerful snap of his hips pushed all the way back into Mox. Over and over. The desk started to creak and move as Claudio brutalized their sub. Mox was crying out with each thrust. Pained little cries each time around the head of Yuta’s cock. After a minute or so Yuta pulled his cock out of Mox’s mouth, neighbors be damned he wanted to hear.

“G-Gonna--” Mox was panting, his body flushed red as sweat poured off of him.

“Going to come for me again, Mox?” Yuta teased, his fingers sliding through Mox’s sweaty, short hair. 

“Fuck---” Mox choked.

“Hang on,” Claudio was breathless now as he spoke. Finally some indication that he was in this situation. A quick shift of his hips and he leaned over Mox’s back. That was it. “There it is--”

“Claudio!” Mox jerked against the cuffs as Claudio found an angle that made him see stars. “Fuck, fuck!” 

“Damn.” Claudio kept going, but his voice was tight which meant Mox was tight.

“I can’t, I can’t--” Mox sobbed out to Yuta, his hand closest to his dom reaching out for him. Yuta took his hand quickly and squeezed.

“I don’t want to hear it, Mox.” Yuta leaned down to speak directly to the other. “Claudio’s having the time of his life using you up for me. You’ll take as much as I give you. Why?”

“Shit!” Mox rolled his hips forward and arched his chest off the table. “Damn it! Because it doesn’t stop until you say it stops!”

“You’re so good at following the rules. Good boy, Moxie.” Yuta smirked as he petted the other man. 

Yuta wasn’t sure if Claudio just hit the spot or if what he said did it but Mox snapped for a fifth time. The already high-strung body tensed even more. Broken cries left Mox’s scratched throat as his cock throbbed and spilled what it could onto the towel. Yuta watched as the tension refused to leave Mox as Claudio kept up his deep, hard thrusts. Mox’s orgasm was still rolling through him when Claudio followed over the edge. 

Quick reflexes allowed Yuta to get to Claudio and seal a hard kiss against his lips as he came. Claudio’s orgasms were everything to Yuta. He felt the hard, sculpted muscles all flex. His hands explored the expanse of Claudio’s chest as they kissed through Claudio’s orgasm. As he pumped his load into a crying Mox, Claudio whined into Yuta’s mouth. It took a moment for Claudio to finish completely. His swollen cock pulsing in Mox’s tight heat.

“What’re you up to now, Jon?” Claudio asked as he slowly, just to tease, pulled out. His come and lube leaked out behind him, trickling down Mox’s leg. “Jonny?” Claudio pinched Mox’s ass when he didn’t answer.

“F-Five! Fuck, C!” Mox’s voice was so raw he couldn’t even yell at this point.

“You must be tired.” Claudio took a hand towel off the side table and started cleaning off his softening cock. The ring eased off as he did so. 

“Y-Yeah…” Mox mumbled. 

“Can’t be too tired.” Yuta ran his hand down Mox’s back. “You still have to take care of me, big guy.” His hand slid over Mox’s ass then his fingers ghosted across Mox’s over sensitive hole, making him jump.

“Wheeler!” Mox’s voice broke in the middle of Yuta’s name. 

“That’s the only thing you’ll be saying soon.” Yuta chuckled at the near miserable sound Mox made. “Ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” Mox nodded against the desk. 

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta groaned as he started pushing in. 

Maybe it’d gross out other guys but Yuta loved going after Claudio or Bryan. ‘Sloppy seconds’ were great. Between Claudio’s come and the lube from earlier, Yuta could go in dry as he carved out a space for himself inside Mox. The glide was easy as Yuta bottomed out with a hefty sigh. He had waited a long time for this.

It always amazed Yuta how Mox could still feel so tight even after everything they had done. The other man clenched and spasmed around Yuta in a way that took his breath away. Before the BCC, Yuta was no virgin by any stretch, but Mox was by far the best bottom Yuta ever had.

“Oh, shit.” Yuta’s head was thrown back and his eyes closed as he savored being in his favorite place. “You were right, C. He feels incredible.” Mox whimpered at the admission and Claudio chuckled. 

“He feels like no one else.” Claudio was back at the head of the desk with Mox, gently massaging his neck as Yuta had his religious experience. 

“Never fucked anyone who feels like you, big guy.” Yuta was already panting, his hips rolling a little as he sought to memorize this moment. 

“Wheeler,” Mox moaned against the wood. 

“Fuck, Mox, I can feel Claudio’s come in you.” Yuta grunted, his hips snapping harder. “Fuck. That’s so hot.” 

It was like Claudio had some sort of superpower; he could see Yuta unraveling quickly. Suddenly, he was flush against Yuta’s back. One of his huge arms wrapped around Yuta’s chest, his palm laying flat over the erratic heart trying to beat its way past Yuta’s skin. The other hand found Mox’s hip and kept all three of them together.

“It’s okay.” Claudio whispered, his mouth close to Yuta’s ear as he nuzzled against his neck. “I have you, Wheeler. I’m right here, and so is Jon.” 

“Claudio.” Yuta whispered as he leaned into the large chest behind him. 

“You’ve been holding on so tightly.” Claudio started moving their hips so Yuta was thrusting into Mox. “Let go. I’ll catch you.” The last part was said with a kiss behind Yuta’s ear. 

“Fuck. Yes.” Yuta started thrusting harder.

“Tell him to take it.” Claudio encouraged, giving the younger man room to start recklessly fucking their sub.

“That’s right, Mox, fucking take it.” Yuta grunted out.

It was clear Mox was still enjoying himself when he moaned loudly at the words. That just made Yuta go harder, Claudio at his back as a safety net. Everything felt so good. Letting loose was needed. It all made Yuta feel so powerful and invincible. No loss mattered right now because he was buried deep in Jon Moxley.

The rattle of the restrains was from Yuta as he fucked Mox for all he's worth. At this point Mox was boneless and panting hard. Few moans and groans came out of him. Another encouragement from Claudio spurred Yuta on, his hand coming up to the back of Mox's head. He pushed Mox's face into the hard desk.

"Take it, motherfucker." Yuta grunted, his fingers digging into Mox’s upper back and neck. "You'll take it just like I took all of that shit from the Elite." The next part came out darker. “From Hangman.” 

That made Mox hitch and cry out. The way Hangman hung them both, and the fact Mox tapped while Yuta refused to, was eating at Mox. There was something Yuta needed, reaching for it but couldn’t find just yet. His hips still snapped hard in shallow yet satisfying movements.

A large, warm hand reached around to lay just over Yuta's navel, slowing him down and grounding him as Claudio whispered a plan to him. At first Yuta was annoyed at being stopped but warmed up to the idea as Claudio explained it, his hand rubbing gently against Yuta’s navel to calm him down. His hips shallowly thrusting against Mox despite Claudio holding him back still. 

“Let’s do it.” Yuta nodded sharply before pulling out of Mox, the last of his self control. 

“Ah?” Mox grunted in confusion.

“Sh. We’re moving you.” Claudio explained as Yuta took a few steps back to collect himself. “Well, I think I’ll be moving you.” 

It was easier to let Claudio get Mox moved. Yuta felt like if he so much as touched Mox they might both violently explode. The larger man hoisted Mox off the desk and put him on the bed face-up. Claudio gave Mox a few sharp slaps to the face to bring him back some, then restrained each hand to the headboard. A few pillows were shoved under Mox’s ass.

The same hands that had calmed Yuta roamed over Mox’s battered body to soothe him as well. Yuta watched the paths Claudio traced over the damage. It was so enticing to Yuta to undo the healing Claudio had done, to pick and scratch at stitches and bandages. He knew Mox would like it, but he couldn’t bring himself to undo what Claudio had already fixed.

“He’s all yours again, Yuta.” Claudio leaned down to kiss Mox, biting at his bottom lip until Mox whined. “Show him how sorry he really should be.” 

Just as Yuta was darting to get onto the bed, Claudio was hoisting Mox’s legs up. The position left Mox’s battered ass totally exposed. Puffy, used hole gaping. Completely open for Yuta and on display. Leaking lube and Claudio's come. The bruises and marks from both them and the match framed Mox's abused hole perfectly.

Yuta sank right in. Mox made the most beautiful punched out noises as Yuta pushed all the way in one go. Each of Mox's long legs were hooked over Yuta's shoulders to free up Claudio’s hands. The perky, tight nipples nestled in ginger hair were plucked cruelly by Claudio.

"Fuck, Mox!" Yuta threw his head back. "Holy shit." 

The hard, unforgiving thrusts started to find a pace. A pace that left Mox whimpering as his legs were pushed back and Yuta pistoned into him. Every ounce of strength Yuta had went into wrecking Mox's hole. One of Yuta's hands held onto Mox's ankle so hard he was sure it'd bruise.

At that moment, something came over Yuta. The hand on Mox's ankle let go and moved between them. In one quick movement, Yuta tore away the blindfold to reveal Mox's glassy, lost, pale blue eyes shining behind the vacant look Yuta fucked into him. There was a moment where Mox didn't realize he could see until he locked eyes with Yuta's fiery, angry gaze. A whimper escaped the bound man when Yuta's hand wrapped dangerously around his throat.

"Yuta?" Mox begged, his body arching up into the other like he was expecting, wanting what would come next.

"You want it?" Yuta pushed his legs to the side so he could lean in closer, his hips still snapping. "Wanna know what it felt like?" The dazed look on Mox’s face was slapped off him. “Answer me!”

"Y…Yes! Fuck, yes!" Mox admitted, even though they all knew Mox had experience with what it felt like to be hung by the Hangman.

That simple yes flipped Yuta's switch. There was a reason Claudio was nearby. The calloused hand around Mox's throat closed tightly, effectively cutting off his air to just a wheeze. It lit Yuta's blood on fire as he watched Mox's eyes roll back in his head. More pressure was added, making Mox tense up and jingle his cuffs.

All of Yuta's focus was on choking Mox out and fucking him into the mattress. At first Yuta didn't realize he was spitting out degrading comments at Mox as sweat poured off of them both. A gentle tap on Yuta's choking hand let him know it was time to ease up, but he didn't for a moment. When he finally let go Mox sucked in a harsh, desperate breath that was quickly slapped out of his mouth.

"Go again." Claudio green lit as he watched the color come back to Mox's ruby red face.

"Fuck you!" Yuta pushed down again.

The pressure left Mox spluttering and gasping, eyes fluttering and out of focus. Yuta felt incredible, powerful even. His dick held tightly by Mox's sore hole, and his hand held tightly around Mox's throat. It amazed him that he was still hanging on.

After a moment Claudio tapped on the same hand. This time Yuta let up easier. When Mox opened his mouth to bring in some air Yuta moved on instinct. He leaned over Mox, a hand braced on the bed behind Mox's head, and spat into Mox's open mouth. It registered as a shock but Mox didn't spit out Yuta's saliva. Instead his eyes shined up at his brutalizer. Yuta did it again, and again. Watching as Mox swallowed each time until he went back to choking Mox.

This time Mox struggled more, tensed up more, and Yuta could feel it. Every muscle tensed up in a glorious moment that had Yuta in pure euphoria. Mox's loose legs came up to wrap around Yuta, the younger man could feel heels digging into him so he pushed harder. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing, the slapping of skin on skin, and the wet slip of Mox's hole.

"Fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, Mox."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please." Mox gargled, his voice clipped and raw.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Yuta punctuated each word with a harsh thrust.

"Yuta," Claudio was staring at him, now that he didn't need to worry about him choking Mox. "You look incredibly sexy like this."

"Thanks, C." Yuta grinned at that, their eyes meeting over the overstimulated body of their sub.

"I could watch you fuck him for hours." Claudio said truthfully as he gripped the reinvigorated length in his shorts. It never took Claudio long to get hard again. "So powerful."

"Get over here." Yuta demanded.

The hand that had just been a weapon on Mox pulled Claudio in close. Yuta sealed his lips together in a heated kiss, like Yuta needed to crawl inside Claudio. Mox had a full view of their kiss and whined at the display.

"Holy, fuck!" Yuta ripped himself away from Claudio at the sudden, overwhelming feeling in his dick.

Yuta looked down with a tight smirk as he realized Mox came again. Another time. He couldn't get enough of that. The thin, dripping liquid sprayed across Mox's body. Thankfully Claudio had the presence of mind to ease off the ring restricting Mox's exhausted cock. Yuta was captivated as he watched as Mox’s cock went soft, and laid against his thigh. 

"Thank--" Mox could barely move his head to the side to look up at Claudio. "--you."

"You're very welcome, tigerli." Claudio smiled down.

Mox stained up a little like he wanted to kiss Claudio so the Swiss giant leaned in to take his mouth. Keeping in the spirit of the scene, Claudio claimed Mox's mouth in a dominating attack. One huge hand wrapped around Mox's neck, fingers ghosting where Yuta's hand shaped bruises would be tomorrow. Mox made a sweet sound at the aggressive display of affection so Claudio dove deeper. His hand tightened and his mouth worked harder. Yuta watched the erotic moment while he fucked the last of it out of Mox.

"You guys are so fucking hot. Fuck. Shit." Yuta felt his breaking point coming.

The moment the younger man would shatter was just on the horizon. It was clear to Claudio that  his work was getting to Yuta, so he worked Mox's mouth more, pulling hefty noises from their sub and closing his hand harder so Mox would tighten up.

"That's it, fuck! That's it!" Yuta called out as he slammed one last time all the way into Mox.

Come spilled into Mox as he moaned, exhausted and loud. Much like Mox, it was pure heaven for Yuta as he felt his warm fluid coat the insides hugging him tightly. It felt so good Yuta had to keep thrusting into the gushy mess. Wave after wave crashed over Yuta, never-ending sparks dancing up his spine. Everything felt incredible for a long moment, but Yuta thought he deserved more. 

Yuta collapsed onto Mox's chest. Both arms slid up Mox's sides as Yuta's forehead met Mox's chest. His arms easily hooked over Mox's shoulders to get leverage for the still reckless thrusts Yuta delivered. In one last burst of energy Mox managed to wrap his legs over Yuta's hips and lock his legs by crossing his ankles.

"Still want more, huh?" Yuta grunted against the skill he rested on.

"S-Stops when you say." Mox mumbled, his tone showing he had clearly given up.

"Goddamn right." Yuta grunted as he chased for more. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Mox whined as Yuta used his body in punishment.

"C-Claudio?" Yuta stammered out, one hand groping for his referee.

"I'm right here." Claudio shifted up onto his knees and took Yuta's hand. 

"Need--" Yuta squeezed the Swiss man's hand. "Wan-want you. More--" 

"Is it my lucky night, sternli?" Claudio chuckled as he moved around Yuta to settle behind him, a perfect view of Yuta's ass.

"You deserve it." Yuta groaned. "And I wanna make more of a mess."

"You want to make Jon more of a mess." Claudio placed his hands on Yuta's ass, kneading and groping him.

"Claudio." Yuta pushed back against the hands fondling his ass. 

"Yuta." Mox moaned as the other nearly slipped out.

"Fuck," Yuta pushed into Mox again with a heavy shudder. "God damn it." 

"Stay still, Wheeler." Claudio commented as he started to move off the bed to grab what he needed from the moved bedside table Yuta had used earlier. "Here--"

Before climbing back onto the bed, Claudio unlocked Mox's cuffs from the corners. Mox's arms fell limp onto the mattress. There was a growl from Yuta when his charge was set free, but Claudio quickly shushed that as his nimble fingers clipped Mox's cuffs together. Mox moved his arms down and dropped them over Yuta's neck, pulling him closer. Yuta turned his head in to meet in a harsh lip lock with his sub, pushing Mox down into the bed.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta broke the kiss to moan as Claudio's lubed fingers circled his hole. "Fuck being a tease tonight, C."

"Still ever the dom, Wheeler." Claudio kissed the tense muscles along Yuta's back.

"And?" Yuta demanded, throwing a look over his shoulder. His eyes blazing with the taunt to Claudio to challenge him. Simply being bent over didn’t mean Yuta still couldn’t dom his boys.

"It's sexy." Claudio leaned forward to kiss the corner of Yuta's downturned mouth as he slid in a finger. "Love it when you tell me what to do."

"Ah." Yuta's eyes slid closed as he arched his back. "That's why you're mine." The growl came out of the smaller man, much louder and meaner than he meant but Claudio's cheeks turned rosy so Yuta ran with it. "Only use for you is getting that big dick inside me."

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio may have been trying to tease but the breathlessness in his two words told Yuta he knew it was true.

There were some words spoken in another language but Yuta was pretty sure that Claudio was cursing, mesmerized by Yuta's dirty talk. The toy Yuta used earlier on Mox was pressed against Yuta’s hole and eased in. There was a skill to it that Claudio possessed that made being stretched open the most pleasurable, erotic experience possible. The toy reached home making Yuta let out a few curses before turning his face into Mox’s neck, his lips and teeth finding skin to damage. The toy worked Yuta open in the most tantalizing way. Yuta could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside of Mox’s warmth. 

The pleasure radiating off Yuta was that of a deserving God. As if Mox and Claudio owed him this worship. Yuta wanted to come again, and maybe more, and his boys owed him that. The toy had yet to be turned on, but Claudio was expertly fucking Yuta. Soft moans started to build in his chest as he rocked into Mox while Claudio fucked him.

"Ah, that’s it.” Yuta pushed up a little so that he wouldn’t be muffled. “My personal dildo and cock warmer." Yuta grunted, his head moving so they could hear. Mox's arms tightened. "My personal sex toys."

"Wheeler," Mox moaned, his hips rolling.

“We have a nine hour drive tomorrow.” Yuta growled against Mox’s cheek. “Going to have you in the backseat.” His words came out huskier now. “Keep you on my dick the entire time.”

“Ohh.” Mox’s body shuddered at the threat.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut?” Yuta laced the words with a little condescension. “Forced to keep my cock warm. Well, maybe not forced.”

“Yes.” Mox hissed. “Please, please.”

“You don’t have to beg, slut.” Yuta tried to laugh but couldn’t get the air to do it. “It’s going to happen.”

Before either man could respond the toy was turned on. Yuta cried out and pushed into Mox as deep as possible. The vibrations passed through Yuta to ghost through Mox. Little whimpers escaped the sub as Yuta shallowly fucked into him. It felt like Claudio sent Yuta straight to the moon. Something massive and hard was pressed into Yuta’s hip as the toy eased out about half and then thrust back in.

“Oh, fuck. Your dick is going to feel so good, Claudio.” Yuta reached back with one hand to grip Claudio’s hip.

“Hm. You’re going to feel good wrapped around it.” Claudio kissed trails down Yuta’s damaged back. “For now, I’m content watching you take this toy.”

“Yeah. Fuck me, baby.” Yuta got himself up, bracing on either side of Mox’s head with his hands. 

The invitation was met by Claudio. He pulled the toy out, added more lube, and pushed it back in. He continued that, forcing Yuta to relax and enjoy what was happening. There weren’t any words Yuta could form so he attacked Mox’s mouth. Violently, lips clashed with lips and hips met hips as Yuta and Mox tangled together in pleasure. Claudio’s hardon rocking against Yuta’s hip had Yuta’s dick aching, and the feeling of Mox’s wet, sloppy hole tensed tightly around him sent Yuta into the best kind of overstimulation. 

To Yuta it felt like a progress bar quickly loading. Everything kept adding up and adding up until it was too much. It was a glorious feeling. Yuta could hear the whines and whimpers forming desperate words as Mox felt Yuta come deep inside him again. Passively accepting his role in Yuta’s world as his personal cumdump. Behind him was Claudio, speaking heavily about how much Yuta deserved to let go, how good and tough he was; all the while Claudio rutted against his hip. It was perfectly consuming. 

“Easy, easy.” Claudio pulled the toy out with one hand while the other gently stroked the jut of Yuta’s hip.

“Fuck.” Yuta moaned as the toy slid out, the obscene sound of lube following that had everyone groaning. “That was so fucking good.” 

“Your hole…” Claudio trailed off, mesmerized by Yuta’s ass. 

“Feels good.” Mox mumbled, totally out of it except for feeling the multiple loads of come and lube inside him. Yuta was still nestled firmly inside, small thrusts and the cock ring helping to keep him hard. “Good. Fuck. So good.”

“That’s because you’re a fucking whore.” Yuta growled, giving a harsh thrust of his hips to both of their overstimulated bodies. “Feels good because you’re a cock slut, right? Say it, Mox.” One of Yuta’s hands came up to wrap around his sub’s throat, thumb already applying pressure.

“I’m--” Mox groaned, his eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back to allow Yuta more room. “I’m a fucking cock slut!” 

“That’s fucking right.” Yuta felt like he was zooming, his body prickling with pain and pleasure. “Whose cock slut are you, Mox?” 

“Yours!” Mox called out, his already hard voice rubbed rougher from all the noise he had been making. “I’m a cock slut and I belong to you and Bryan.”

“Good boy.” Yuta leaned down to kiss Mox. 

Claudio’s large hands had been kneading at the meat, what little there was, of Yuta’s backside. It was like he was in a trance, his cock still hard and aching against the beautifully bruised thigh. Without much thought, since Claudio was pretty far gone, he slid two fingers deep into his Dom. Yuta’s shout was swallowed by Mox, who realized what was happening and started devouring Yuta’s mouth as Claudio fingered him.

More lube and another finger. Skilled strokes inside of Yuta like Claudio was playing his favorite instrument. One of Yuta’s knees forced Mox’s leg up more so he could scoot up and show more of his ass. They all were on cloud nine–even Mox, who was holding up 190 pounds of pro wrestler and had a spent dick by now. Through all the fog and haze of dom space, Yuta realized they all needed this after the loss they had. Not just because Mox had tapped for Yuta, but because they needed to be close again. In that moment of clarity, Yuta yearned for Bryan. Not so that he would be in charge or do all the leg work, but because they weren’t complete without him. And this was as whole as they could get right now.

“Sternli, please?” Claudio was completely out of breath and desperate. “Please, I need--”

“Shhh.” Yuta broke away from Mox and pushed himself up again, his eyes looking over his shoulder at Claudio. “You’re allowed to fuck me now, Claudio. Take what you need, baby.”

Relief was clear on the Swiss man’s face as he moved over to center himself behind Yuta. With four fingers of one hand gently stretching Yuta out to accommodate him, Claudio’s other hand grabbed the lube and dripped a generous amount onto his throbbing cock. The fingers left, Yuta growled at the loss but it quickly faded into a moan when the thick, blunt head of Claudio pressed against his hole. 

Like with most things, Yuta was always a champ about taking Claudio. The tip popped in with some force, causing a shared moan from both men. For a moment Claudio let them both adjust before easing in more. Even though Yuta was in fact a size queen, and used to taking Claudio, it wasn’t a process that could be rushed. One of Claudio’s arms wrapped around Yuta’s hips. The slow, tight glide was one of Yuta’s favorite things as Claudio made himself at home in Yuta’s hole. The burn was more intense the deeper Yuta was impaled.

The added bonus of Mox quaking around him had Yuta so far gone he didn’t know what to do with himself. Pushing off of Mox’s chest, Yuta hoisted himself up, one arm going over his shoulder to grab onto Claudio. Yuta’s back met Claudio’s front, and the hand wrapped around the back of the larger man’s neck making his chin sit on Yuta’s shoulder. The movement pushed Claudio deeper; they both groaned and Yuta arched his back. 

“Don’t you,” Yuta was panting hard, his body heating up again and causing sweat to pour off of him. Bangs plastered to his forehead. “Don’t you dare--” Yuta started over, growling the words at the man fucking him. “--come inside me.”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Claudio confirmed, though confused. Normally Yuta wanted to feel Claudio come.

“You have to ask permission.” Yuta skipped over Claudio’s confusion. “Now get that cock all the way inside me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Claudio groaned, his head moving to be tucked against Yuta’s neck with his forehead on the smaller man’s shoulder. Both of Claudio’s arms were wound around Yuta to hold him up. “Anything for you, Sternli.”

“Good boy.” Yuta smiled lazily, turning to kiss Claudio’s temple. “As for you--” Yuta turned his attention back to Mox, his hand coming out of nowhere to smack Mox across the face. “You didn’t think I forgot about my favorite hole, did you?” Another smack.

“N-No.” Mox blinked hard a few times. His eyes were vacant and Yuta got a kick out of being the one to create that look.

“Does it feel good to still have my cock in you, Mox?” Yuta rubbed the reddened cheek just above Mox’s beard as the cuffed man nodded. “Say it then.”

“It feels fucking good to still have your cock in me.” Mox’s eyes fluttered a little as he rolled his hips.

“You should be grateful to even have my dick after what you did tonight.” Yuta scowled as he slapped the other man again. “Fuck, Claudio, that feels good.” The soft shallow thrusts sent waves of pleasure over him.

“I am grateful.” Mox moaned as Claudio’s thrusting started to transfer to him. “Grateful for your cock, Yuta.” Now that Mox’s hands weren’t cuffed down he brought them cuffed together to Yuta’s throat where the bruises from Hangman’s chain decorated his Dom. “Grateful for your come. Grateful for you.”

“You’re grateful I still let you be my greedy bitch.” Yuta’s voice got darker. Comforting hands squeezed him as Claudio slowly fucked him. “Grateful for my spit too.” 

Instead of repeating the words Mox opened his mouth like an offering to his God. That made Yuta’s head spin. The hands holding him up loosened some as Yuta leaned down. One of his hands gripped Mox’s chin while he spat into the offered mouth. Mox swallowed without hesitation so Yuta did it again.

“Fuck.” Claudio cursed over Yuta’s shoulders, his thrusts going deeper and his pace speeding up. The sight alone got him going and Yuta felt too good around him to hold back that much.

“That’s it, C. Fuck me.” Yuta growled. He reached out to grab Mox’s cuffed hands and brought them over his head. The links between the cuffs were held down by Yuta’s hand as he braced himself on the bed. “You’ve been good, Moxie. Maybe you deserve a reward.”

“Reward?” Mox moaned, his body being shook by the harder work of Claudio. 

“Yeah. A reward…” Yuta trailed off, his body leaning a little to one side so he could reach between them and take Mox’s soft, aching cock in hand.

“Wheeler.” Mox whined as his eyes slammed shut. The light grip alone was enough to send quakes through him. “Fuck, oh fuck. Please?” 

“Please what? I bet you don’t even know.” Yuta teased the head of Mox’s cock. “You wanna come again for me, Moxie?” Yuta grinned as Mox shook his head quickly. “Does it matter what you want?” 

“No.” Mox groaned and kept shaking his head.

“Good boy.” Yuta reached out to fondle Mox’s sore balls, making him gasp and twitch. 

“You know who does deserve to come again?” Claudio asked, his head still resting on Yuta’s shoulder as he fucked into the smaller man.

“Who?” Yuta asked back as he gave a light tug on Mox.

“You.” Claudio started kissing Yuta's neck. 

"You're right." Yuta was glowing. Both of these men were working to bring Yuta pleasure and that went straight to his head. "Make me come then."

"I will, Sir." Claudio grunted, taking the challenge seriously as he bent Yuta over more to get a better angle.

"Oh, fuck!" Yuta moaned loudly and had to drop onto his elbow. The other hand was still torturing Mox's balls.

"Wheeler." Mox whined, shaking his head. "Can't--" Mox let out a horse shout when Yuta tugged harder. "Need--?" It was hard for him to gather his words.

"Fuck do you need, slut? You're getting what you deserve." Yuta said through gritted teeth as Claudio sped up. 

"Gag?" Mox finally got the word out, his body twitching and jerking at the attention he was getting.

"Ah." Yuta mumbled. "Of course." He grabbed the blindfold that was just a bandana and stuffed that into Mox’s mouth, making him gag a little. "Better?"

"Ymm." Mox nodded as he bit down on the cloth. 

"Good. 'Cause I don't want to ruin the neighbors’ night doing this-" Yuta gave a cruel squeeze to Mox's balls, making him scream. Luckily it was muffled. "Fuck yeah. Love that." The tensed, pained muscles gripping Yuta made him feel lightheaded. 

"Feels so good." Claudio moaned. "Him tensing up makes you tighter, Wheeler."

"Feels fucking great." Yuta closed his eyes as he felt himself succumb to the feeling of being sandwiched between both of them. "This is where you both belong."

"Fuck." Claudio shook his head, his hands gripping Yuta's hips harder.

"Mhm." Mox made some sort of sound but nothing got through so he bucked his hips.

"Ha. He wants more, C." Yuta let his hand return to Mox's shaft and give that a good squeeze.

Everyone moaned together when Mox cried out and thrashed under them. The tight heat pawing at Yuta's sanity intensified and Claudio took that moment to start thrusting harder. Yuta felt the shift of Claudio putting one foot on the bed to fuck him better. His large cock hit Yuta just right deep inside. With the edge fast approaching, Yuta released Mox's cock and gave it a few good slaps. The gag kept all of Mox's noises down but it drove Yuta crazy. The reactions he was getting made him want to stay right here forever.

The tension bled out of Mox. He relaxed and went limp on the bed. Yuta gathered his breath and shifted his hips so Claudio could get more out of him. It was too close to ending and Yuta wasn't ready so he gave himself and Mox a moment to rest. A little denial for Claudio since Yuta knew he liked to work for it. One large arm wrapped around Yuta’s middle.

“You are such a tease.” Claudio groaned in his ear, breathless and helpless to Yuta’s control over their joint pleasure. “Bring it home, sternli.” 

“If you insist.” Yuta sighed but took the signal. There was no telling what time it was at this point. “You ready to finish this off, big guy?” Yuta grinned at the whine his sub made around the gag.

Yuta’s firm hand wrapped around Mox’s cock again, he could feel Mox trying to get hard again. The jumps and twitches against his palm made Yuta moan. His hips started rolling, eyes closing as he let him go and tried to focus on the moment. Feeling everything both men had to give him after he gave so much for them.

Mox bucked up against Yuta again, trying to beg for more without words. It would be funny if Yuta wasn’t so turned on. His hand gave one final, mean jerk of Mox’s cock before reaching down to palm his balls. The tired eyes looking up at Yuta were pleading for more, and as far as Yuta was concerned it was his job to give more. So he started to grip Mox’s sorest area and give his sac a rough twist. 

It worked like magic and Yuta felt everything start to topple over. His body started to shudder as Mox arched off the bed and cried into his arm. Yuta was barely even able to fuck into Mox with how tight he tensed up, and Claudio knew exactly when to start heading for home. His thrusts rocked Yuta to his core. Hard, long, deep assaults on Yuta’s hole; his only mission was to get Yuta off. 

“Fuck! That’s--” Yuta choked on his own words as he came deep inside Mox. Again. 

It felt never-ending. Little tugs made Mox convulse and milk Yuta’s cock in a way that made his orgasm stretch out at Mox’s expense. Through the haze of it, Yuta could see Mox’s cock trying so hard to come again. Finally, as Yuta came down from the high, he let go of Mox’s balls and slumped forward onto him with a huge sigh. Claudio pushed deep into Yuta’s warm hole and held the base of his cock, trying to push off his orgasm and wait for permission. 

“Please?” Claudio finally broke, his voice had a tremor through it. “Wheeler, I can’t--”

“Shh. Claudio, easy. I haven’t forgotten.” Yuta knew he was taking a little too long to be fair so he pushed himself up and finally pulled out of Mox’s sloppy hole. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah…” Claudio mumbled in agreement as he watched. 

“You want that, right?” Yuta smirked at the look on Claudio’s face.

“I do.” Claudio looked so close to breaking.

“Finish inside him.” Yuta shifted and started to pull away.

Both of them groaned at the loss but Claudio was quick. Maybe Mox had shut off or just hadn’t heard, but he jumped when Claudio’s huge hands grabbed his hips without much thought to the bruises and injuries. Quickly, Claudio had Mox’s shoulders down on the bed, holding Mox’s hips as he pushed all the way inside. It was partially a high stack, and Yuta didn’t miss that. Claudio was pinning Mox. Asserting himself over the other. If Yuta hadn’t just had an earth shattering orgasm he would have gotten hard again. 

“Fuck!” Claudio grunted as he worked himself in and out with ease. “You know how to tighten up, Jon.” 

“Just slap his balls.” Yuta teased but Claudio did just that.

“Ah!” Mox cried out, his back arching but he couldn’t move as Claudio pinning him. 

“Better.” Claudio moaned, letting his head fall back and enjoying himself. 

Mox whimpered at another few smacks. The feeling had Claudio’s hips stuttering and snapping hard. He was so close. Yuta leaned up quickly to kiss him. Both of Yuta’s hands grabbed Claudio by the neck, much like he would in the ring, and directed the Swiss man into a hard kiss. While Yuta swept Claudio’s mouth he must have smacked Mox again because the sub thrashed under them and Claudio moaned loudly against his mouth before breaking off to breathe. 

Claudio was beautiful when he came–no less than he usually was. The light flush of his cheeks and chest, the battle wounds and scars, the tensed muscles. Yuta watched as the larger man kept giving Mox shaky, shallow thrusts as he came down from his own high.

“You look so hot.” Yuta grinned, leaning forward to kiss him again but softer. “Pull out. I wanna see what he looks like.”

“Shit, Wheeler.” Claudio laughed as he slowly eased out. “You’re still going?” 

“Kinda.” Yuta grinned back at the Swiss man. “Look. How can you not when he looks like that?” 

“...You’re right.” Claudio moaned as he watched Mox’s gaping hole. “Here.” He reached down to take the gag out. “Color?”

“Green.” Mox mumbled like he didn’t even care that they were admiring his ass like this.

“He’s just as bad as you.” Claudio teased as he watched Yuta gather the come and lube around Mox’s hole and push it back in.

“Fuck…” Mox let out a low moan. “God damn.” 

“Like that?” Yuta chuckled. “Hang on. There’s someone else who’d like to see this.” Yuta stretched over to reach his phone on the bedside table and pulled the camera out. 

“Bry?” Mox lit up a little.

“Yeah. For Bry.” Yuta held his phone up and without even having to ask, Claudio reached out to hold Mox’s cheeks open so he could get a clear view. 

“Fuck you guys.” Mox grunted but there was no real threat. “When’d I ‘come a porn star?” 

“You could have done well as a porn star if wrestling hadn’t worked out.” Claudio gave the bruised ass under his hand a hard smack.

“You’re our porn star, big guy.” Yuta shifted back. “You wanna see if we can get Bryan to call us?” Mox’s eyes shot open and he nodded quickly. “Alright. Claudio, push everything back in again, like I did. Really sell it for the camera, Moxie.” 

“You got it.” Claudio made sure Yuta was recording.

The video started as Claudio circled Mox’s twitching hole, gathering the fluids that had leaked up. His fingers ran over the puffy rim making Mox gasp and jerk against Claudio’s grip. After a few seconds of teasing Claudio pushed two of his large fingers into Mox.

“Bry.” Mox moaned loudly, making a show of it and arching as Claudio finger fucked him a little. That little whining undertone that everyone knew Mox used to drive Bryan crazy. “Fuck, Bry.” 

Yuta cut the video and sat back on his heels, having to take a moment to breathe. Mox could play dirty and he knew how to play the filthy devotion between the two of them well. It was always hot to watch, but to see Mox really play it up made Yuta want to go again. Instead he sent a few photos and then the video with the caption “it’s done (except your part).” 

The best part to Yuta was that in a few minutes they’d all be in the bathroom, taking showers and cleaning up, which meant they’d miss Bryan’s horny call. Yuta figured he owed a little fun to Bryan, too. Maybe he would follow through on the threat to make Mox his cock warmer for the entire trip home and drive Bryan a little crazy with that. 

“You ready, sternli?” Claudio asked as he finally let Mox lie flat on the bed and started working off his cuffs. 

“Yeah. Let’s get cleaned up. Hey,” Yuta leaned over Mox.

“What?” Mox grumbled but was clearly on cloud nine.

“You did good, Mox.” Yuta sealed the statement with a sweet kiss. 

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[sydsaint]

I am INSUFFERABLE when it comes to him <3

Summary: Solo enacts his plans to take over as the Head of the Table. Complete with his own new enforcer, Tama Tonga. And to top it off, Solo also has a new inside (wo)man to replace Paul in Nick Aldis's assistant, whom Tama takes an interest in.

It's going down tonight. So stay ready.

You read the text from Solo on your phone with an eager smile on your face. Across the room, Nick yaps away on the phone with someone from the FOX executive office. You glance over at him and nod to the door signaling that you're stepping out when he meets your gaze.

Nick nods and goes back to his phone call. You rise out of your worn-out office chair and step out into the hall. You make the journey from the office all the way down to the staging area backstage, where some of the crew are keeping an eye on the flow of the show.

"Everything alright down here, guys?" You head over to the crew once you're through the door.

"Yep." One of the crewmen nods and glances back at you. "Need anything boss?" He asks you.

You shake your head and turn your attention to the monitors on the wall just as Solo is making his way down to the ring. "I just came to check up on stuff for Nick." You explain.

The crewman nods and both of you go back to watching the monitors carefully.

Out in the ring, Solo steps into the squared circle with Jimmy and Paul at his side. Roman is busy sulking after his loss to Cody, so he didn't bother to show up for work. Like usual.

Paul attempts to start his usual spiel about Roman's loss and how this obviously isn't the end of the Tribal Chief. But Solo cuts him off. Paul watches in shock as Sikoa snatches the microphone from his grasp and lays down the new law.

Backstage, you watch with a neutral face as Solo embraces his brother in one last heartfelt hug. The brothers share a friendly-seeming hug before suddenly a hooded figure rushes the ring and takes Jimmy out with a hard blow to the back of the head.

The hooded figure rises to their feet and pulls off the hood to reveal Tama Tonga. One of the great Haku's sons.

"What the hell?" One of the crewmen comments once Tama is revealed. "I didn't see this on the schedule." He picks up the schedule for the night and does a quick once-over of it.

"It's been cleared with the boss, don't worry." You set a hand on his shoulder with an assuring smile.

With the secret now out, you walk away from the stagehand desk and head for the curtain. Solo comes marching up the ramp and through the curtain a few seconds later. You smile at him and glance over at Tama as he steps up behind Sikoa.

"Tama, this is, YN. She's our inside girl." Solo glances between the two of you. "YN, this is my cousin, Tama Tonga." He introduces the two of you.

"Nice to finally meet you, Tama." You step forward and offer your hand for a handshake. "Solo's been talking nonstop about his new enforcer."

Tama glances down at your outstretched hand before he does a once-over of the rest of you. A sly smile plays on his lips as he reaches out and shakes your hand firmly. "The pleasure is all mine. Trust me, sweetheart." Tama grins at you.

Your eyebrows raise slightly with intrigue as you drop your hand back to your side. Tama continues to look at you with a gaze that could bring a girl to her knees. The look on his face screams smug, self-assured, fuckboy. But boy are you digging it.

"Well, I'll let you two handle whatever business that you need to get done." You step back over to Solo. "News about our new buddy here should be reaching Nick's desk by now. So I've got to go smooth that over with him." You explain.

"Anything I need to worry about?" Solo asks you.

You shake your head and wave your hand dismissively. "Not at all." You assure Solo. "Nick's a pushover. And I already submitted all the mind-numbing paperwork earlier today."

"Atta girl." Solo nods with a pleased look. "Meet up back in the locker room after the show, yeah? We'll grab drinks and get to work on the next phase of the plan." He suggests.

"Yes, boss." You tease and dismiss yourself. "I'll catch you two sinister backstabbers later." You add with a playful wink.

Solo and Tama both watch you walk off before Tama turns to his cousin. "She single?" He outright asks Solo.

"Far as I know, yeah." Solo rolls his eyes. "Come on, I'll show you where the locker room is." He nods to the hallway to the far side of the room before taking off.

Tama grins to himself and follows Solo back to the locker rooms. Plans are already forming in his head about how he's going to knock you off your feet the next time that he sees you.

A few hours later, you finally finish putting all of Nick's worries about Tama to rest. Smackdown has come to an end and the arena is beginning to become deserted save for the cleaning crew. You make your way down to the locker rooms and knock on the new Bloodline locker room door.

"Yeah?" Tama answers the door with a sneer that instantly warps into a shit-eating grin when he sees you standing in the doorway. "Well well well, look who finally decided to show up?" He steps out of the way and lets you into the room. "How are you doing tonight, pretty mami?"

"Better now that I'm done listening to Nick bitch and moan about you." You quip back with a playful grin. "You're not here for more than a couple of hours, Tama. And you're already a pain in my ass." You tease him.

Tama chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, by all means then, gorgeous. Tell me? How I can make it up to you?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm sure that I'll come up with something." You giggle and step past him so you can get to Solo. "Everything's all smoothed out with, Aldis, Solo." You report to Sikoa. "Tama is officially entered into the roster database as a member of Smackdown."

"Good." Solo nods. "You ready to head out then?" He asks you. "Because I am more than done with this place." He sneers and gets to his feet.

You nod and everyone heads out. You all stop back at the hotel to change out of your work clothes and agree to meet back up in the lobby later.

You get back to your room and immediately dig around for the most suggestive top and pant combo that you have with you. You find what you're looking for and touch-up your makeup as well before heading down to the lobby.

When you make it down to the lobby, Colo and Tama are waiting for you. Solo doesn't seem phased by your wardrobe change. But the look in Tama's eyes makes you shiver. Oh, yes. You're about to have one hell of a good rest of your night.

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[itjazzbicch]

My Sweet Angel

Pairing:  Sami Zayn x Fem Reader 

Summary: Based off my previous fic Heaven:

Keeping their relationship a secret considering the reader is the younger sister of Jimmy, Jey, and Solo, things get tough for Sami and the reader's relationship, having to make a big choice when things implode...

Warnings: Swearing (Sorry if there's any typos I literally just whipped this up quick asf because I saw the opportunity lmao)

Word Count: 1.9k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Ever since that night in my hotel room, Sami and I kept it behind my family's back, but we were as close as close could get. Not leaving each other's sides, always laughing and putting smiles on each other's faces, he even started calling me his little angel, which always made my heart flutter.

My heart was filled with such strong emotions and overflowed just by looking at him. With all that emotion came a great price though.

Anxiety nor paranoia could even describe how I felt when Roman was around. Thankfully, I didn't have to worry as much considering my older brother Jey finally loosened up and became friends with Sami. But Roman was always questioning him, testing him, and when Tribal Court came?

Jey was my savior that day, protecting Sami from Solo's attack and Roman's accusations. I knew there was nothing I could do. Like any of them would listen, but I was so grateful Jey knew that things weren't right.

Deep down inside, I knew this wasn't over. After having my own title match, I was informed only Sami and Paul would be going out with Roman during the main event. My heart instantly dropped. I tried to shower and watch the women's rumble match, considering the winner could very well be my next opponent.

But I couldn't stop worrying. Jumping at the knock on my door:

"Hey, my angel. You in there?"

"Coming!" I rushed to the door, Sami trying to smile for me, but I could tell that he was worried sick just like me. We both knew tonight was going to be rough.

"I just wanted to give you a hug before I go out there with Roman," He whispered softly, knowing that he really needed some kind of comfort, that I gladly gave him with a tight hug:

"You listen to me. Don't do a thing out there. Don't talk to either of them, just let them wrestle. Okay? This is Roman's fight. Not yours."

"I will, angel," I could even hear his hurt through his voice, wanting to take it away, squeezing him tight before I picked up my head to kiss:

"And just be careful. Please."

He only nodded, pressing his lips a little harder and it nearly put me in tears. He kissed me as if it were the last chance he'd get to. Watching him walk away, I let those few tears fall, but having to clean myself up as I heard my phone, seeing Jimmy's contact pop up.

Jimmy, Solo, and Jey had me come to their locker room to watch the match and it had me on the edge of my seat. Kevin Owens was no push over and how he kept kicking out was mind blowing. All till Roman speared him through the barricade.

That was the beginning of the end. Roman beating the back of his head against the steel steps, getting him in the ring and I couldn't even watch Roman get the pin as Solo was at the door walking out, "Let's go."

I never felt my heart race so quickly, making our way out to the ring with Roman in the center, titles held high, Sami just staring at us like a plea for help.

Just the look Roman gave to Jimmy, Jey, and Solo had me swallowing a breath. Jumping into the ring just to start beating the shit out of Kevin. He wasn't exactly a friend of mine or anything, but superkick after superkick, just a straight up beat down, it was hard for even me to watch.

If things couldn't get any worse, Roman's laughs caught my attention, handcuffs jingling in each of his hands. I never felt so scared and useless, just standing in the corner, watching Kevin get handcuffed to the ropes, completely defenseless and taking even more superkicks from Jimmy and Jey.

I couldn't watch anymore, but looking and seeing Roman putting the chair in Sami's hands, screaming at him:

"DO IT! HIT HIM!"

We all knew that deep down inside, Sami cared for Kevin, and I wanted to grab them both and just book it out of there, but Sami tried to deescalate the situations, telling Roman this wasn't worth his time, just for Roman to yell even louder:

"I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN!"

There was no way out of this, Roman standing before Kevin Owens as Sami stood behind him with the chair and for a moment, Sami stared at me in the corner, as if he was telling me that he was sorry, filling the entire arena with gasps when the chair smacked Roman's back.

I started shaking so hard, seeing the looks on Jimmy and Solo's faces, just to watch Sami eat one of the nastiest superkicks Jimmy's ever delivered. Covering my mouth, I could only watch in the corner, Jimmy and Solo taking turns beating up Sami.

Roman made it to his feet and I thought I had some hope when he pointed at Sami, commanding Jey to join in on the beating, but Jey didn't move.

"Jey, please-" I whispered, but the crowd's roar blocked out my words, everyone in even more shock as Jey shook his head and left the ring, clearly fighting some hard feelings.

All that did was piss Roman off even more, taking the chair again, and that's when I couldn't just stand there anymore. I refused to stand here and watch Roman do this.

The crowd was almost deafening when I ran over to Sami, hugging his body and bracing myself for an impact, Roman going to swing, but leaving the chair in the air. Staring at me confused.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Just stop this! Please!" I pleaded, shaking my head and trying to fight the tears, but I failed miserably, crying horribly, "Roman, please!"

"And why should I?!" Things just went from horrible to worse, Roman trying to yank me away from Sami's limp body, but I was hugging him so tight that I wouldn't budge, "He claims he's, our family?!" He just hit me with this damn chair! He ain't our family!"

"Yeah! BUT HE'S MY BABY!" I screamed so loud that it strained my voice, silence falling with all eyes on me. Now I was the one who was pissed, eyes staring a hole through Roman, "I love him, and I won't let you do this to him!"

Jimmy and Solo only exchanged looks, not sure what to do, and Roman was having none of it, laughing at me:

"You? You were the 'angel' I heard him talk about before?"

"I am," I huffed, sending the crowd crazy as I stood up tall, measuring up Roman, glaring, "And if you try to hurt him again. You're going to deal with me."

"Jimmy! Solo!"

"Angel, please," I turned my head for only a second when I felt Sami's hand around my ankle, desperately trying to pick himself up, but I kept protecting him, not sure if Jimmy and Solo were going to listen to Roman:

"Jimmy! Solo! Get your sister, NOW!"

"Sis-" Jimmy at least didn't want to do this, taking my hand softly, but when I tried to snatch it away, Solo was at my other, both pulling me into a hug that I couldn't break.

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE ANY ONE OF YOU! STOP!"

Damn them for having such a tight grip, no matter how hard I trashed and kicked, I couldn't escape Jimmy and Solo, crying and screaming while Roman smacked Sami with the chair. Over and over till his body was motionless. Looking dead against the mat.

I literally couldn't breathe, and Jimmy let his guard down because of that, trying to calm me down:

"Y/N, it's-"

"Fuck you!" I cried angrily, elbowing him hard so that I was free and running back to Sami's body, a death stare locking into Roman's eyes while he stood over us, having the damn nerve to smile.

The crowd was chanting exactly what I was thinking, "Fuck you, Roman!" Never heard such loud boos and screaming in an arena before. I had never been so hurt and Roman deserved to get hit with that chair after everything he'd done.

"And don't worry, I'm not finished with you, either," Roman's authority meant nothing to me now, his words meaningless and I made sure he knew as I growled back:

"Go to hell."

I refused to let Sami go till they were out of the ring and out of my sight, a bit relieved when he finally started to move, medical personnel tending to him and Kevin. Just to prove my loyalty to them as well, I already had Sami's arm wrapped around me once he was out of the ring, but I look Kevin's too, strong enough to be a base for both of them.

"You know," Kevin huffed, even while beat up, smiling at him, "You got yourself one hell of a girl, Sami."

Sami didn't say a word, but I could see the small smile through his hair, parting ways once we were in the back and I made sure that the medical personnel checked him thoroughly, needing to make sure that he wasn't hurt.

He did need his midsection wrapped up and with the time given, I moved like the wind to get all our stuff out of my locker room and made sure Roman nor my brothers were there, Jey nowhere to be found either.

I was out of breath and panting when I got back to Sami in the ME office, looking and listening to his soft voice:

"Come here, angel."

Great, here came the tears again as I came and hugged him softly, the scene of Roman beating him with that chair burned into my mind, all I could do was cry.

Sami hugged me back as tightly as he could, head against mine as he whispered, "I'm gonna be alright, okay? I'm sorry that I started all these problems with your family-"

"No, Sami," Picking my head up and wiping away my tears so he could see the seriousness in my eyes, "Roman damn well knows that what he did was unfair to you. Roman and my brothers have used you, worked you like a dog, and I understand how you feel about Kevin. Roman deserved to get hit with that chair, but you did not deserve what he just did to you."

I had to step away again and breathe, wiping away more tears. All I could think about was beating Roman's ass myself, but Sami pulled me back into another hug, fighting his own tears:

"Kevin's right. I sure have one hell of a girl."

"I'd fight my brothers, I'd fight Roman," I sniffled, holding his forehead to mine and crying, "I'd fight the whole damn world for you, Sami. I wish I could've done more. It makes me feel like shit."

"I got myself into this mess with Roman, okay?" Picking his head up and being strong for me, he made sure to look into my eyes while assuring, "And we will get out of it. I promise. Don't beat yourself up over this."

Nodding softly, I just hugged him again, needing the comfort, and as always, he knew how to make me smile some, praising me:

"Also, I've never seen someone so badass stand up to Roman like that."

"I should've kicked him in the dick now that I think about it," I tried making myself laugh and it helped somewhat, not as much as what I heard next:

"You did all you could with the odds stacked against you, and I love you even more for that, my sweet angel."

"I love you too, Sami," Voice breaking down on me while my hands cradled his face, kissing softly, "I love you so much." 

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[adamcoled]

comfort | rhea ripley

rhea ripley x fem!reader

summary: comforting rhea as she handles the disappointment of not being on the summerslam card.

word count: 1,620

warnings: some small sexual implications basically

a/n: just something simple i wrote in my upset over no rhea at ss :/

With Rhea’s schedule, you definitely didn’t get to spend time with her as much as you’d like. She was on the road often, and you led a normal life at a home she’d frequently have to be away from for days at a time. You tried to attend any shows that were close enough and aligned with your schedule, but your priority was always PLEs. And of course, with SummerSlam being the second biggest PLE of the year, you were absolutely going to be there. While you and Rhea would be traveling together for the most part, she had plenty of media events so you wouldn’t be seeing much of her in the days leading up to the show. However, Rhea was home for a couple of days ahead of her schedule in Detroit, and those days would be reserved solely for the two of you. 

But during those days, you couldn’t help but notice that Rhea seemed off. You knew her better than anyone, so when there was a difference in her mannerisms, you could tell. She wasn’t her usual smiley, flirty, goofy self that she was with you; she was much quieter, reserved, and seemed to be lost in her own head. When she arrived home late Tuesday night, you figured she was just tired. You had greeted her at the door by practically throwing yourself into her arms, and she kissed you chastely before placing you down and mumbling that she wanted to shower and get in bed. Salaciously, you offered to shower with her - smiling innocently despite your intent - but she said she was going to be quick and you’d might as well just wait for her in bed. You frowned at that, but tried not to feel too disappointed since it was late and she probably was exhausted; you just hadn’t seen her in days and missed her desperately. 

Then the next morning came, and you were certain something was up. You’d woken up before her and decided to let her sleep in - even though she would probably give you hell for it later. Some mornings, you two would go out for a nice little breakfast, but you took it upon yourself to cook up something for you two at home. Cooking wasn’t exactly your specialty, but for her, you would always go all out (to the best of your capability). Once the meal was done, you made a plate for Rhea and set it aside before checking your bedroom to see if she was awake yet. 

Sure enough, she was, but when you walked in you saw her sitting up with her head in her hands and her phone discarded to your side of the bed. 

“Rhea…” you began, making your way over to her in concern. “What’s wrong baby?” 

Hearing your voice, she lifted her head and you placed a soft kiss to the top of it, to which she immediately smiled, but it wasn’t a genuine, wholehearted Rhea smile you knew so well. She saw the worry in your eyes and knew she wouldn’t be able to fool you for a second, nor did she want to. With you, she knew she could be open, transparent, and honest; with you, she could be weak when she had to be strong everywhere else. 

“They’re keeping me off SummerSlam,” Rhea revealed, pushing hair out of her face in frustration. “Not enough time and not enough build for me and Raquel.” 

Your eyes widened upon hearing this, because it didn’t make sense to you how she just wasn’t on the card to defend her title as one of the most over wrestlers in the company. Even more puzzling, it truly seemed like they were heading down the Rhea v. Raquel path, something even Rhea had told you about weeks ago. Now, she was matchless and off the card besides any Judgment Day antics for such a major PLE, making Rhea’s feelings entirely reasonable. You weren’t even sure how to comfort her, but to her, all she really needed was just you. 

“Oh, Rhea. I’m so sorry, you deserve to be on the card. You’ve worked your ass off for this,” you consoled, crawling back into bed next to her. She leaned into you, relishing in your warmth despite how defeated she felt.

“It just fucking sucks. Even worse when it makes people start questioning me as a champion, I’ve seen that a lot on social media recently.”

Just hearing that made you angry, because it was entirely out of Rhea’s hands at that point.

 “What control do you have over the booking? Of course you’d be out there if it was up to you!” you exclaimed, letting your emotions take over for a moment. Rhea chuckled at this, loving how passionate and fiery you could be - especially over her. 

“People don’t think about that, they just see me not defending the title and run with it,” she sighed, shifting from her spot beside you to lean back against the headboard. Her eyes focused on the ceiling, lost in thought and vexation. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been last night and this morning, love. I know you were worried.”

Your gaze softened, placing your hand against her cheek before connecting your lips to hers. It was the first real time you’d gotten to kiss her since she left the week prior and you had missed the feeling so terribly, and so did she. Rhea deepened the kiss, her tongue swiping across your bottom lip deviously. You were glad she seemed to be feeling better, at least. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know you try to shoulder things on your own sometimes,” you chided, pushing a few of her stray hairs behind her ear. Though you thought she looked incredible every time she showed up on WWE television, you loved being able to see her in this state so much - bare-faced, still not even fully awake, hair a little messy. 

“Well you always pry it outta me,” Rhea laughed, squeezing your thigh. 

“Because I need Rhea Ripley to know she doesn’t have to be invincible. You can feel things like a normal human and I’ll be here to remind you how amazing you are.”

“Baby, I knew I wasn’t invincible the moment I met you,” she corrected. “My kryptonite.”

Rhea pulled you on top of her, earning a surprised gasp and giggle from you which she adored. Once you were settled, she took a moment to appreciate how beautiful you looked. She was so in love and so in awe of you, and she felt that constantly, but it was like her heart was going to burst out of her chest each time she was physically near you. 

“I feel like I’m disappointing you. I mean you took off work and committed to traveling to watch me perform, and now I’m not even on the show,” Rhea spoke honestly. She was heartbroken that she wouldn’t be able to see you in the crowd, cheering her on during her match. 

“Shhh,” you silenced her. “I’m only disappointed for you, but I still get to be with you for a few days even if you’ll be busy most of the time. I don’t have a single regret.”

She knew you would feel that way, but that didn’t erase the small amount of guilt she still felt. Regardless, she appreciated the hell out of you, and already was in much higher spirits just from talking to you. Of course, her frustration was still there, tugging at her, but now she had you looking at her so sweetly and it helped infinitely. You were proud of her no matter what and she could only hope that she’d make it onto the next PLE card to put on a good match for you. 

“God, how did I get so lucky?” she asked, kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and then your lips. You rolled your eyes, about to open your mouth to tell her you were the lucky one (which she already expected you to say) but she stopped you in your tracks by bringing her hands to your butt and squeezing. She watched your eyes light up mischievously and laughed, certain the action had your thoughts running - it absolutely did to her. 

“I made breakfast, by the way,” you mentioned, almost as a joke because you were well-aware food was likely the last thing on her mind now. And you were right about that.

“You’re an angel, but do you really think I’m thinking about breakfast right now?” 

“Hmm, maybe,” you giggled. “And I’m not an angel. I’m just your girlfriend.”

You were still teasing, so Rhea played the same game. She traced her thumb along your bottom lip, reveling in the way your lips almost instinctively parted as if you were inviting her in. Realistically, you were. You had been craving her since she got home the night before and now she had enticed you fully. 

“Don’t play dumb, pretty girl. But at least you know you’re mine,” Rhea grinned. Her thumb left your lip and instead her fingers entangled in your hair. Her lips came crashing onto yours, now a much hungrier, devilish kiss. She was consumed by both passion and love for you, but also anger over SummerSlam. Even still, you and Rhea were going to have a great weekend in Detroit and show them exactly why she should have been on the card. 

“‘M not playing,” you got out between feverish kisses. 

“Then how about we start?” 

But for now, you two were just going to enjoy each other. 

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[daddyhausen]

ooo remember this gem of a conversation?

tyler takes reader to meet his family for the first time and taz already loves her.

“THATS MY FUTURE DAUGHTER-IN-LAW GOTDAMNIT”

• meeting his family headcannons — hook •

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{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 139

{ pairing } — fem!reader x hook

{ genre } — fluff

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he was honestly more worried than you were 

given how eccentric his parents could be 

especially his father 

it was you who was offering constant reassurance to him

he’d be sat in his parents driveway wrecked with nerves 

knuckles turning bone white as his grip tightened around the steering wheel

so much so that you had to physically pry his fingers from around it 

to no one’s surprise, his parents loved you 

despite tyler’s initial thoughts 

his mother and yourself bonded rather quickly 

she gave the usual embarrassing details about tyler’s childhood 

and don’t forget his baby pictures! 

she could not help but be overcome with joy seeing they way tyler and yourself interacted.

his father was ecstatic, proclaiming that tyler should marry you as soon as possible 

simply because he would love to have you as a daughter-in-law 

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[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 2)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

"Her name is y/n" he said with a sigh. "Don't make me regret it." - said David.

"I'll try," Dan thought to himself, and went back into the house, where it was already getting hot.

As the times went by people began to slowly leave the hospitable Harwood house.

During the evening y/n had time to meet a few new people. One of them introduced himself to her as Phillip. Most of their conversation, if you could call it that, was about himself and what he thought was right. Generally, the girl doesn't mind that sort of thing, but this particular guy crossed the line between interesting storytelling and nerdiness. Most of the time y/n just made a very interested look and nodded in the right places. He didn't seem to need anything else. He talked and talked and talked. He couldn't stop. At one point, it even felt like he hadn't been able to express what he was thinking to anyone for a long time and so he was saying all this y/n. From time to time, he touched either the girl's shoulder or her arm, but her body's reaction was scalding and very unpleasant goosebumps running from the point of touch all over her body. Phill, he himself had asked to be addressed that way, didn't seem to notice it, or didn't want to notice it.

As for y/n herself, she reasoned that it was better to have this kind of company than to stand around the bar all night alone or annoying her best friend. Occasionally she felt someone's eyes on her, but looking around she couldn't find who was looking at her. Scanning the crowd over Phillip's shoulder to amuse herself in some way, y/n saw the familiar profile of a good-looking guy she'd met just inside the doorway of the house.

To be honest, this guy was totally not her type. He seemed to be too easygoing, flirted a lot with different girls, was often the center of attention. Basically, doing all sorts of things that y/n herself would never do.

"What do you think?" for the first time that evening, Phillip asked the girl's opinion on something.

Y/n was a little confused, because while she was looking at the guy in the center of circle of girls, she had completely stopped listening to what Phill was saying.

What saved y/n from an uncomfortable situation was the phone vibrating in her pocket. The screen lit up with "Captain Kirby".

"Sorry, I have a work call. It was nice chatting" apologized the girl with a polite smile and walked through the people to the exit to the backyard.

"Yes, Captain, I got it. I'll be there. Have a good night" the girl closed her eyes, pressed the end call button and tucked her phone back into her pocket.

"Nuisance call?"

A male voice from behind made y/n jump. She hadn't heard the door to the backyard open or the footsteps behind her.

"Just a work call. Boss called to give an assignment for tomorrow" she turned to face the man who came out and smiled friendly "I'm y/n, by the way. We met when you were out on the street."

"Daniel. Nice to meet you. Saw you bored at the bar until Phill kept you company."

"Yeah... Kind of... And no, I wasn't bored, I just prefer to keep people entertained and I hardly know anyone here except the owners or Phillip" the girl tried to justify herself.

"Well, now you know me too.  And I'd love to keep you company, so you don't get bored." Daniel did his best to be charming and make the girl feel comfortable.

"Oh, don't be, I'll be leaving soon. Got some work tomorrow" tried to refuse the man y/n as gently as possible.

"By the way, what’s your job and how do you know the hosts?" decided Wheeler inquired. David had mentioned that she was Maria's best friend and a friend of Harwood himself, but Wheeler hadn't met her before. Not at parties or at the shows Harwood sometimes invited his friends to. Or he hadn't noticed.

"I work as a police patrolman. David is an acquaintance of my brother's, and we met a long time ago when I stopped by my brother's house. With Maria, we hit it off quickly and got along. What about you? Are you a friend of David's? I thought he mentioned a friend of his named Dan. Wait a minute... That's your portrait on the wooden artwork on the wall next to the bar. You must be that 'friend from work'."

Dan grinned "Yes, I guess it's me. I hope David only said nice things about me." Wheeler rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/n for some reason made him a little nervous and feel less confident. He definitely likes her. Quite beautiful in appearance, but also very modest and closed off for some reason. Harwood had mentioned earlier that she'd had a rough time lately and maybe that had affected her, Daniel supposed. "You look beautiful, by the way."

The compliment made the girl's face redden, "Thanks. Yeah, sure, just the good stuff. Blood brother and that kind of thing.” She fell silent and hesitated a little “I'm sorry, but I really have to go. Maybe I'll see you somewhere else, Daniel. Have a good night" began the y/n already saying goodbye.

"Wait, give me your phone number? I'll text you tomorrow and maybe we can go out" tried Wheeler and already pulled out his phone, because usually girls gave him their number without much thought.

"Sorry, but no. I have a lot of work and not much free time" again, not for the first time during the evening, y/n felt ashamed for refusing someone, but that's how he thought it would be better, well, or at least at least honest enough. Not to give false hope.

She smiled sweetly at the man one last time and turned around to leave.

Wheeler was amazed at how quickly their conversation ended. Almost every time he left a party either with a girl, or at least a dozen new numbers in his phone of girls who were always willing to keep him company. But not this time. Yes, he had a few phone numbers added to his phone this evening, but this kind of rejection crossed everything. Still in mild surprise, he slowly put the phone in his jeans pocket and hummed. "Looks like an interesting quest. And I'm going to go on it" he thought and went back to the party. He couldn't remember the rest of the evening the next day.

As y/n drove home, the moments of the past party were replaying in her head. And often, it was the last conversation that replayed in her head. In person, Daniel seemed a little different to her, not like he was around the other people at the party. Yes, he was still trying to flirt with her, but he wasn't being too forward. And, unlike Phillip, he wasn't trying to convince her of anything or talk only about himself. I wondered when the real Daniel had been.

Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket and decided to google her friend. She doesn’t know his last name, but she knew he worked with David, so it was through him that she had to search.

"Cash Wheeler, hah. Current IWGP, AAA and ROH Tag Team Champion alongside with Dax Harwood. Interesting" she thought. There were quite a few pictures on Wheeler's Instagram with blood, lot of photos from backstage, with David, and many other people. A couple of times there were even photos with Phillip with some strange caption under it. Wheeler was smiling in many of them, but he looked rather arrogant. There were also some photos with people she was once shown by her older brother, who was a big fan of wrestling, including Japanese wrestling. Last year, Daniel even posted a picture of him apparently messing up a football field in Jacksonville, Florida with friends. On Twitter, Wheeler was constantly getting into conflicts with fans. Y/n snorted unhappily at what she saw in front of her. Arrogant, testy, scandalous and clearly loves to grab the attention of the people around him. Gross.

She had read a couple articles and she thought Daniel was a much more interesting and more serious person than he showed himself to others. But maybe he's trying to create a nicer public image of himself this way. Y/n had no way of knowing when Daniel was showing his true colors.

Next chapter

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[claymorexpunisher]

Updated, Upcoming & Finished Work…

Key: S: Smut, F: Fluff, A:Angst)

Completed/Updated stories are in blue font. This list will be updated as I finish writing.

•Request: Britt Baker x Reader (S)

-Summary: This is an anon request from long ago came with absolutely no details soooo I'm taking some liberties lol. Britt and Reader get off on the wrong foot. Some good ole hate fucking ensues. (Tags/TWs: 18+, I'll be writing a male reader version and female reader version, hate fucking, enemies to hatefuck buddies, heel!Britt/babyface!Reader, hotel room sex.)

•Cody Rhodes x Reader (F/A)

-Summary: Cody and Reader have a forbidden romance. Reader is Brock’s advocate. Her girlfriends cover for her as she goes to make sure Cody’s okay after a brutal assault by Brock. (Tags/TWs: budding romance, forbidden romance, injury, a bit of angst, first kiss; Brock is more obsessed with Cody than the reader herself, let’s be real.)

(Read “Behind Closed Doors” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Cody Rhodes x Reader (S)

-Prompt: If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg. (Tags/TWs: orgasm denial, toys. Filth. Just pure filth. Sorry in advance… no I’m not.)

(Read “If You Want to Come, You Better Beg” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Damian Priest x Fem Reader :

-Summary: Damian and Reader hilariously argue with one another in Spanish during a segment. Rhea has to step in. (Tags/TWs: banter, kayfabe arguing, heel/babyface segment.)

(Read “The Last Word” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Damian Priest x Fem. Reader (F):

-Summary: Reader gets a bit jealous watching Damian celebrate his NXT North American Championship win with beautiful women. (Tags/TWs: established relationship, jealousy, tooth-rotting fluff, hurt/comfort.)

(Read “Worthy” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Drew McIntyre x Fem. Reader (S):

-Summary: Reader comes back from a friend’s birthday party only to realize she’s being followed. (Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, dirty talk- lots of it, simulated stalking. )

(Read “(Un)Willing Participant” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Drew McIntyre x Fem Reader (F):

-Summary: Vamp and Farmer!Drew catches Vamp!Reader in the act of feeding off his animals in order to survive. (Tags/TWs: budding romance, farmer!Drew, vampires, blood drinking, animal death but nothing graphic, I promise.)

(Read “Bound by Fate” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Drew McIntyre x Fem. Reader x Roman Reigns (S)

-Summary: Reader has a bit of a filthy fantasy. Her boyfriends, Drew and Roman, take it upon themselves to fulfill that fantasy for her- without the need for getting arrested. (Tags/TWs: 18+, simulated public sex, consensual kink, sex in a home theater, a lil dirty talk, Dom/Sun dynamic.)

(Read “Just Like at the Movies” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Judgement Day x Fem. Reader (F)

Summary: Scottish!Reader has Dom, Damian, and Rhea try Scottish foods like haggis and black pudding while they're on tour. Things don't go so well for DomDom.😂 (Tags: wholesomeness, Dom trying his best not to puke, on the road shenanigans. Requested by @motorcitygem)

(Read “Ith do Shath!” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Judgement Day x Fem. Reader (S)

Summary: This takes place a little bit before Edge's departure. They and Reader have a little fun at Edge's home, but the cracks in the faction start to slowly show as they all fight over control during their scene with Reader. (Tags/TWs: 18+, gangbang, overstimulation, jealousy, possessive!JD, vaginal penetration, fingering, oral sex- male and female receiving, consensual kink.)

(Read “At Their Service” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Live Forever (Ch.1) (Judgement Day x Fem Reader (F/S/A)

-Summary: Human!Reader comes into the WWE as Hunter's personal assistant. During one of Hunter's meetings with Vamp!Rhea, Vamp!Damian, Vamp!Dom, and Demon!Finn, JD and Reader take an instant liking to one another. (Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual sex, budding poly relationship, sex in the workplace, biting, slight bloodplay.)

(Read Ch. 1 of “Live Forever” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Idea: Liv Morgan x Ruby Soho (F)

-Summary: Liv asks Ruby why Ruby fell in love with her. (Tags/TWs: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort.) I believe I wrote this prompt a long time ago and now I can't find it. So I figured it'd be fun to rewrite something similar!)

•Idea: Mercedes Mone x Fem. Reader (F/S)

-Summary: Mercedes loves to spoil her girl as often as she can, so they decide to take Mercedes' new limo for a spin. (Tags/TWs: 18+, sugar mommy!Mercedes😼, oral sex, begging, sex in a limo.)

•MJF x Fem. Reader x Baron Corbin (S)

-Summary: Max and Corbs like to share everything. Including their girlfriend. (Tags/TWs: 18+, threesome, sex in a private jet, name-calling, biting, fingering, daddy kink, consensual kink.)

(Read “Mile High Club” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•MJF x Fem. Reader x Wardlow (S)

-Summary: Max, Reader, and Wardlow are all living together for the week while reader’s apartment is being repaired... (Tags/TWs: 18+, thigh riding, dirty talk, Dom/Sub undertones, threesome.)

(Read “Three’s Company” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Rhea Ripley x Fem. Reader (F and a little bit S)

-Summary: Rhea and Reader are an on-screen couple. So of course, Reader "jokingly" offers to “practice" their kissing for if the necessity arises. (Tags/TWs: first kiss, flirting, onscreen relationship turns very real.)

(Read “First Kiss” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Roman Reigns x Fem Reader x Damian Priest (S)

-Summary: Reader enters Liberación looking for stress relief and light smut ensues. (Tags/TWs: 18+, voice kink, , first time kinkster, simultaneous praise and humiliation kink, consensual kink) within the Liberación world)

(Read “Voices like Honey” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Roman Reigns x Male Reader (S)

-Summary: (Requested) Roman and Male Reader have some fun of their own in the ring after everyone’s gone for the night. (Tags/TWs: 18+, established relationship, anal sex, consensual sex in public, soft!Ro.)

(Read “Outta the Spotlight” on Tumblr & Ao3)

•Idea: Seth x Fem. Reader (S)

-Summary: Reader comes over while Seth’s sister-reader’s bff- isn’t home.

(Tags/TWs: best friend’s brother, Reader is in her mid 20’s, consensual sex, doggy style, hint of exhibitionism, biting (if you blink).

(Read “BFB” on Tumblr & Ao3)

* WIP/Series Updates:

-Liberación (Chapter 6 &7/?)

(Main Pairing(s): Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Drew McIntyre/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley) (S/F/A)

(Read “Liberación” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-Primed for Sin (Chapter 2/2) (Pairing(s): Werewolf!Roman Reigns/Sex Demon!Reader/Werewolf!Baron Corbin/Vamp!Drew McIntyre) (S)

(Read “Primed for Sin” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-Brats Have More Fun (Chapter 2/?) (Misc. Pairings) (S/F/A)

(Read “Brats Have More Fun” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-As Fate Would Have It (Chapter 6/?) (Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre x OFC) (S/F/A)

(Read “As Fate Would Have It” on Tumblr & Ao3)

-Lock & Key (Chapter 5/?) (Main Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre x OFC) (S/F/A)

-Sweet Dreams (Chapter 2/2)

(Main Pairings: PT. 1: Roman Reigns/Reader, PT.2: Jey Uso/Reader) (S/F)

(Read “Sweet Dreams” on Tumblr & Ao3)

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