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You wanted war

Warnings: smut ( just a little)

The hallway was nearly empty, filled only with the distant roar of the crowd and the electric hum of satisfaction buzzing in Y/N’s head. She peeled off her gloves, slow and smug, one finger at a time. That smirk on her lips said it all.

She’d just cost Jey Uso his match.

Judgment Day: 1. Bloodline: 0.

Finn was still out in the ring talking his shit, but her work was done. Y/N strutted past the crates and production lights, her dark gear hugging every curve, her body still running high on adrenaline—and a bit of spite.

Then she heard it.

Footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Aggressive.

“Yo.”

She barely had time to turn before her back slammed against the wall with a deep thud. The air rushed from her lungs as her shoulder blades hit steel.

Jey Uso.

Dripping in sweat. Eyes feral. Jaw clenched. His chest heaved like he’d been yanked straight out of hell—and he looked like he was ready to drag her down with him.

“You think this a fuckin’ game, huh?” he growled, pressing his forearm across her chest—not choking her, but letting her feel that weight. That control.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She licked her lips, staring up at him with heat in her eyes. “Looks like I won.”

“You cost me my match.”

“You should be thanking me. That shit was boring anyway.”

He stepped in closer, chest pressed to hers, his breath hot against her mouth. “Don’t play with me, girl.”

Her voice dropped, sultry and venomous. “Or what, Jey? You gonna throw another tantrum? Or maybe…”

She dragged her fingers down the middle of his chest, grazing the sweat-slicked abs she’d definitely been sneaking looks at for weeks.

“…maybe you finally admit all that yelling’s just ‘cause you wanna fuck me.”

His jaw ticked. That was it. That snapped something loose in him.

He didn’t say a word—just grabbed her waist, yanked her forward, and crashed their lips together with a growl. The kiss was wild, teeth clashing, lips bruising. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pinned her thigh up against his waist, grinding against her through their gear like he was already inside her.

She moaned into his mouth, breath ragged. “You mad or just horny?”

“Both,” he growled, trailing hot kisses down her jaw and biting her neck.

“Shhh,” he warned. “You want Roman hearing you scream my name?”

She smirked through the ache. “Maybe I do.”

He spun her around and slammed her against the wall, chest flush to her back, one hand twisted in her hair, the other gripping her ass as she rolled her hips back against his hard-on.

“Fuck this,” he hissed.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the hallway exit, glancing back at him with a daring look. “Then come prove it.”

They didn’t even make it five steps into her locker room before it started again. He kicked the door shut, spun her around, and shoved her against it. Her lips were swollen, her thighs trembling, but she was far from done.

“You don’t fuckin’ listen, huh?” he muttered, forehead pressed to hers. “That hallway shit’s gonna get us caught.”

She just smiled, breathless and wrecked already. “So punish me.”

He chuckled darkly, kissed her again—messy, deep—and dropped to his knees, dragging her gear down roughly. She stepped out of it, barely keeping balance.

He spread her thighs wide and dove in.

His mouth was fucking ruthless.

He licked her like he hated her. Like he owned her. Tongue flat, then pointed, lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard, pulling moan after moan from her until she was grabbing his braids and grinding against his face.

“Fuck—Jey…”

“You done talkin’ yet?” he muttered, voice muffled against her pussy, chin soaked.

She gasped, shuddering. “You tell me.”

Then he stood, towering over her. One hand wrapped gently but firmly around her throat. The other? Wrapped around his thick, aching cock—already hard, already leaking.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

She hesitated.

So he spun her himself, bent her over the bench, yanked her bottoms to her knees, and kicked her legs wide.

“I said… turn. Around.”

Her breath caught.

The second he slid inside her, she cried out. One brutal, claiming thrust that knocked her forward.

“Fuck, Jey—”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grunted. “Ain’t got so much to say now, huh?”

He started pounding into her, relentless and raw, hips smacking against her ass, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair as he dragged her back onto his cock over and over.

Her eyes rolled back. Every stroke hit that perfect spot. He wasn’t fucking her—he was breaking her.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, slamming into her harder. “You fuck with the Bloodline just to get my dick?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes—fuck—just like that, don’t stop…”

He yanked her up by the hair, forced her to arch into him, every inch of him hitting deeper.

“You don’t belong to them anymore,” he growled in her ear. “You’re mine now. Say it.”

She whimpered, overwhelmed. So he slammed into her again—harder.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours! I’m fucking yours!” she gasped.

“Say it louder.”

“I’m yours, Jey! Fuck, I’m—shit—I’m gonna come—”

“Then fucking come,” he snarled, one hand pressing to her stomach, the other rubbing tight circles over her clit.

“Come all over this dick.”

Her body exploded—legs shaking, voice breaking as her orgasm tore through her. He held her together as she unraveled, still thrusting into her as she fell apart.

Then he pulled out, stroking himself fast, breathing heavy.

“Turn around. Look at me.”

She did.

He locked eyes with her as he came—hot, messy spurts all over her lower back and ass—growling her name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Fuck… Y/N…”

Silence.

Only their breathing filled the room.

He grabbed a towel, cleaned her off slowly, his touch suddenly soft—before smacking her ass hard enough to make her yelp.

“Round three’s when you apologize for talkin’ all that shit,” he said with that cocky smirk.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, sweat glistening on her skin, hair a mess, lips parted.

“You better keep me quiet next time then,” she whispered, “’cause I’ve still got a lot to say.”

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wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

thank you to the beautiful @sceletaflores for still tagging me in these even though i went mia lol. this is the first one of these i've done in foreverrr so let's considered this a response to all 31981 i've rudely ignored :( this is just a little sentence from the next (long-awaited) chapter of my sexologist!frankie morales series. hoping to get it posted at the end of the month <3

His finger slips inside a little easier this time around, sinking into you with a pleasing heat.

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Thank you for the tag 💕

This from Baecation in Cuba – A Night of Fire and Passion

He smirked against her skin, hands gripping her thighs as he trailed lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. “Relax, baby. Let me taste you.”

Tags: @bloodlineslut @prettyfilmz @sharmenthelword @jeyusos-girl @blkgirlsneedlove2

wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

thank you to the beautiful @sceletaflores for still tagging me in these even though i went mia lol. this is the first one of these i've done in foreverrr so let's considered this a response to all 31981 i've rudely ignored :( this is just a little sentence from the next (long-awaited) chapter of my sexologist!frankie morales series. hoping to get it posted at the end of the month <3

His finger slips inside a little easier this time around, sinking into you with a pleasing heat.

np tags: @richeeduvie @heavenbarnes @ovaryacted @wlwloverwrites @covetyou @nolita-fairytale @pedrospatch @targaryenvampireslayer @rae-gar-targaryen @almostempty @itsmemuffy @veritable-trash @seventeenpins @saradika @avocado-writing @guiltyasdave @megamindsecretlair

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Baecation in Cuba – A Night of Fire and Passion

Warnings ( smut , fluff)

The soft glow of the Cuban sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink as Y/N leaned against the balcony of their private beachfront villa. The waves rolled lazily against the shore, the rhythmic sound blending with the warm Caribbean breeze that kissed her skin. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the tranquility settle over her.

But tranquility was short-lived.

Behind her, she could feel Jey’s presence before he even touched her. The warmth of his body, the scent of salt and cologne lingering in the air, sent a shiver down her spine. Strong, tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his firm chest.

“Damn, baby,” he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with appreciation. “Look at you… standin’ here, lookin’ like a damn dream.”

Y/N smirked, arching her back slightly, pressing herself against him. She was wearing nothing but a silky, barely-there robe over her swimsuit, the fabric slipping down her shoulder, exposing smooth skin to the evening air.

“I was just enjoying the view,” she teased, tilting her head to the side as his lips brushed against the curve of her neck.

“Yeah? Me too.” His hands slid lower, gripping her hips, thumbs brushing against the exposed skin peeking out from the high-cut bikini. “But I think my view’s a little better.”

She turned in his arms, looking up at him with a knowing glint in her eyes. “You always this smooth, Fatu ?”

Jey grinned, dimples flashing as he backed her up against the balcony railing. “Only when it’s worth it.” His gaze dropped, darkening as he traced the delicate ties of her bikini top with his fingers. “And damn, you so worth it.”

Y/N shivered, heat pooling low in her belly as his touch became more deliberate, teasing. He leaned in, lips brushing against hers—light, fleeting, just enough to drive her crazy.

“Jey…” she breathed, gripping his arms.

“Mmm?” he hummed, pretending innocence as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.

She sighed, her head tilting back, giving him full access. He took advantage, biting down just enough to leave a mark. His hands roamed, fingers skimming the curves he knew too damn well, his touch a perfect balance between soft and possessive.

“Tease,” she muttered, tugging at his tank top.

He chuckled against her skin. “Nah, just takin’ my time.” His voice dropped lower, thick with desire. “Been waitin’ all day for this. You really think I’m rushin’?”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he pulled the tie of her robe, letting it slip open. The cool air brushed over her skin, but nothing compared to the heat radiating from his body. His hands trailed down, gripping the backs of her thighs before effortlessly lifting her onto the balcony’s edge.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her hands slipping under his tank to feel the hard ridges of muscle. She loved how solid he was, how he fit against her like he was made for it.

“Let’s take this inside,” she whispered, nipping at his bottom lip.

Jey’s grip on her tightened, his smirk turning wicked. “Nah, baby. We got a whole villa to ourselves, the ocean right in front of us…” He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to her jaw. “You scared someone might hear?”

The thought sent a thrill through her. She wasn’t scared. She was excited.

And Jey knew it.

“You want me right here?” she asked, her voice softer now, teasing but breathless.

His response was a slow grind of his hips against hers, making her gasp.

“I need you right here,” he corrected. “Right now.”

His hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her easily as he carried her inside, lips never leaving hers. The villa was theirs for the night. No interruptions. No limits.

Just the sound of the waves outside… and the sounds he was about to pull from her all night long.

Jey carried her effortlessly through the open balcony doors, his grip firm yet careful, like he never wanted to let her go. The villa was dimly lit, the warm glow of candlelight flickering against the white walls. The scent of the ocean mixed with the lingering traces of his cologne, a heady combination that made Y/N’s pulse race.

He walked them straight to the massive bed in the center of the room, laying her down gently before hovering over her. His dark eyes roamed her body, taking in the way her robe had slipped open, exposing the deep-cut bikini that barely covered anything.

“Damn, baby…” His voice was thick, hungry. He ran a hand down her stomach, tracing slow circles over her hip. “You tryna kill me tonight?”

Y/N smirked, hooking a finger into the waistband of his shorts and tugging him closer. “Thought you liked a challenge.”

Jey’s grin was sharp, wicked. “Oh, I love a challenge.”

And then he was on her, lips crashing into hers with a heat that stole the breath from her lungs. His hands were everywhere—palming her thighs, gripping her waist, pushing her robe off completely until she lay beneath him in just her bikini. He trailed kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at the spots he knew made her toes curl.

Y/N arched against him as he reached the knot at the center of her bikini top, tugging it loose with a single pull. The fabric fell away, and Jey groaned at the sight of her bare skin.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice raspy with desire. He took his time, his mouth replacing his hands, leaving slow, wet kisses down her torso.

Y/N gasped, her fingers tangling in his braids as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling before he nipped playfully. She let out a soft whimper, thighs tightening around his waist, trying to get some friction where she needed him most.

But Jey was in no rush.

He smirked against her skin, hands gripping her thighs as he trailed lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. “Relax, baby. Let me taste you.”

A shiver ran through her as he reached the strings of her bikini bottom, tugging them loose just as easily as the top. He sat back for a second, dark eyes drinking in the sight of her bare, glistening skin beneath him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice almost reverent. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Then, without another word, he kissed his way down between her thighs, his tongue darting out for the first slow, deliberate lick.

Y/N shattered.

Her head fell back against the pillows, a breathy moan slipping from her lips as his mouth worked her with sinful precision. Jey knew her body too well—how to flick his tongue just right, when to suck, when to slide his fingers inside her and curl them just so.

He took his time, savoring every reaction, groaning against her as she clenched around his fingers. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice muffled between her thighs. “Let me hear you.”

She was already so close, her body tightening, back arching as he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Jey—fuck—”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, the vibration sending shockwaves through her.

It didn’t take long before she was falling, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He didn’t stop—not until she was trembling, her fingers gripping his braids, begging him up.

Jey finally pulled away, licking his lips as he crawled back up her body. “You taste so damn good,” he murmured, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue.

Y/N reached down between them, palming the hard length straining against his shorts. He hissed, closing his eyes as she rubbed slow, teasing circles through the fabric.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” she whispered, licking along his jawline. “It’s my turn now.”

She pushed at his shorts, and Jey helped her slide them off, kicking them aside. His thick, hard length sprang free, and Y/N wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slow, watching the way his abs tensed at her touch.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, head falling back.

She smirked, pressing kisses down his chest, biting lightly at his pec before working her way lower. But just as she reached his navel, Jey growled and flipped her onto her back again.

“Nah,” he rasped. “I need you.”

She moaned as he lined himself up, teasing her entrance, rubbing his thick head against her slick folds.

“Jey,” she whined, lifting her hips. “Please.”

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough, eyes locked on hers.

“Please,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

That was all he needed.

With one slow, deep thrust, he filled her completely, stretching her in the most perfect way. They both moaned, foreheads pressed together as they found a rhythm—deep, slow, intense.

“Damn, baby,” Jey groaned, gripping her thigh and hiking it higher around his waist. “You feel so good.”

Y/N dug her nails into his back as he picked up the pace, each thrust hitting just right, making her whimper and gasp beneath him.

“Fuck,” he growled, kissing her hungrily. “This pussy mine.”

“All yours,” she moaned, barely able to form words as he slammed into her.

The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and the ocean waves crashing outside. Jey gripped the headboard with one hand, using the leverage to thrust deeper, making her cry out.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he panted, watching her fall apart beneath him.

“Yes—Jey—”

“Come on, let me feel you.”

With one final stroke, she shattered again, her whole body trembling as pleasure overtook her. Jey followed right after, groaning against her lips as he spilled inside her, his body tensing before relaxing completely.

For a while, neither of them moved, tangled in each other, bodies slick with sweat. Jey pressed lazy kisses to her temple, still catching his breath.

“Damn,” he muttered, grinning against her skin. “We should go on vacation more often.”

Y/N giggled, tracing patterns on his back. “Might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Jey chuckled, pulling her close. “Round two in the ocean?”

She smirked, running a hand down his chest. “Race you there.”

And just like that, the night was far from over.

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Vacation things ❤️

Today, Y/N felt extra soft and sweet, her heart overflowing with love—and maybe just a little bit of baby fever. She and her husband had decided to take their precious daughter to the Cayes while visiting Y/N’s family in Belize. The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and the sound of the waves was like a lullaby calling them closer.

As they got dressed and walked down to the beach—just a short stroll from their hotel—Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their little girl. From the moment they arrived, she had been completely mesmerized by the ocean, her big, curious eyes locked onto the sparkling water. It reminded Y/N so much of herself as a child, standing at the shore with the same look of pure wonder.

When it was finally time to swim, they carried their daughter down to the water’s edge, letting her dip her tiny toes into the cool waves. She let out the sweetest little gasp, her lips forming an ‘O’ before she turned to her dad with the brightest, happiest smile. Then, with wobbly little steps, she toddled over to him, lifting her chubby arms and making grabby hands.

Her husband let out a soft laugh, eyes full of love as he scooped her up. "Oh, you want Daddy, huh?" he teased, bouncing her gently in his arms as he stepped into the water. Their daughter let out a delighted squeal, clutching onto him as if he was her whole world.

"Such a daddy’s girl," Y/N said fondly, watching them with a full heart. She waded into the water to join them, but for their daughter, nothing else existed except the safety of her daddy’s arms and the excitement of splashing in the sea.

Her husband turned to Y/N with a knowing smirk. "What can I say? She knows who the fun parent is."

Y/N gasped playfully, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to their daughter’s cheek as she giggled. "I mean, look at her. The second her little feet touched the water, she came straight to me. She already knows Daddy’s got her."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips. "Oh, please. Let’s be real—you’re Samoan, and I’m Belizean. Did you really think we wouldn’t have a water baby?"

Her husband laughed, shaking his head as their daughter splashed her tiny hands in the water. "Yeah, yeah, I should’ve known. She was born for this."

Y/N sighed happily, leaning into him as they stood in the water together, completely wrapped up in this perfect little moment. Their baby, their love, their happiness—right here in the waves, where they all belonged.

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Backstage at WWE part:3

The next morning, I woke up in Jey’s house, the early sunlight peeking through the curtains. Jey was still knocked out beside me, exhausted from his match the night before. His steady breathing filled the quiet room, and I smiled, knowing how hard he always pushed himself. As I stretched a little, I felt a pair of tiny eyes watching me.

I turned my head and saw his baby girl lying beside me, staring up with those big, curious eyes. She babbled softly, her tiny hands reaching toward me as if she wanted to say something important in her baby language. My heart melted instantly. How could someone be this precious?

Gently, I scooped her up, pressing a soft kiss to her chubby little cheek before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake Jey. She snuggled against me as I carried her downstairs to the kitchen, her warmth making my heart swell even more.

Once we reached the kitchen, I placed her in her little walker, making sure she was comfortable. Wanting to keep her entertained while I made breakfast, I played You Rock My World by Michael Jackson at a gentle volume. The second the music started, her face lit up with pure joy. She giggled and kicked her little feet, wiggling excitedly as she watched the music video.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I cracked some eggs and started cooking, stealing glances at her every few moments. She moved around in her walker, babbling along like she was singing with Michael, her tiny hands waving in the air. Watching her enjoy herself so much filled me with this unexpected warmth, a kind of deep, unspoken happiness.

As I flipped the pancakes, humming along to the song, I glanced over at her and giggled. She was completely mesmerized by the music video, her little hands waving in the air like she was part of the performance. Every time Michael spun or hit a smooth move, she squealed in delight, bouncing in her walker as if she was dancing right along with him.

I was so caught up in watching her that I didn’t hear Jey wake up. Still groggy, he stretched in bed, reaching out for me, only to find the space beside him empty. His brows furrowed as he rubbed his face, blinking a few times before realizing it was too quiet. The house was never truly silent with his baby girl around.

Yawning, he got up and walked toward the staircase, but the moment he heard the music playing downstairs, he stopped. A sleepy smirk tugged at his lips as he recognized the song. Shaking his head, he ran a hand over his face before making his way down the stairs.

When he reached the kitchen, he leaned against the doorway and just watched for a moment, his heart swelling at the sight before him. There I was, standing at the stove in one of his oversized shirts, flipping pancakes effortlessly while swaying my hips to the beat. And then there was his baby girl, moving around in her walker, eyes glued to the screen, her little giggles filling the room as she tried to copy the dance moves.

Jey couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “Y’all really down here vibin’ to Michael Jackson without me?” His deep, raspy morning voice startled me slightly, but I just grinned over my shoulder.

“Well, somebody was sleeping like a rock, so we had to start the party without you,” I teased, flipping another pancake.

He let out a soft laugh before making his way over to his daughter, crouching down beside her walker. She squealed the moment she saw him, kicking her tiny feet excitedly. “You havin’ fun ?” he asked, rubbing her little curls.

She babbled in response, waving her arms at him, and Jey shook his head with a grin. “You already got her hooked on MJ, huh?”

I shrugged playfully. “It’s a necessary part of her education.”

Jey stood up, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he watched me cook. “Mmm, smells good,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to my cheek.

I smiled, leaning into him slightly. “Told you we were having a party down here.”

He glanced at his baby girl, who was still vibing to the music, and then back at me. “This might be the best party I’ve ever walked into.”

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Dog fever

"Dog Fever" – Y/N & Jey Uso

Nazim was at it again. Jey’s big, brindle-coated Pit Mastiff had his own way of getting what he wanted, and today was no different. His dark brown and black coat shimmered under the office light, his lighter tan streaks giving him that signature tiger-stripe look. His big white-tipped paws twitched impatiently as he sat beside Jey, but his soulful eyes? Locked on me.

I was at my desk, finishing up a meeting, but Nazim had other plans. He let out a dramatic whine, shifting closer like he was asking me for something. I glanced at him and sighed.

"Nazim, baby, I have to finish work," I cooed, trying to focus on my laptop.

But Nazim wasn’t giving up that easily. He whined again, louder this time, his tail thudding against the floor like a drum.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nazy, baby, let me finish. Your dad is right there—ask him! He’s not doing anything," I teased, side-eyeing Jey.

Jey, who had been watching the exchange with an amused smirk, finally spoke up. "Nazy, what you want, man?"

The moment he heard his name from Jey, Nazim’s head whipped around. Without hesitation, he leaped onto Jey, putting all his weight on him, his giant paws pressing against his chest.

"Bro—chill!" Jey laughed, trying to hold him off, but Nazim was relentless. His tail wagged wildly as he nuzzled into Jey’s face, clearly having chosen his victim.

I leaned back in my chair, grinning. "See? That’s your problem now. He was your dog first, remember?"

Jey shot me a playful glare while trying to pry Nazim off him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But you his mama now, so that means he yo' problem too."

Nazim, hearing that, turned his head back to me, eyes twinkling like he knew he had me wrapped around his paw.

I sighed, finally closing my laptop. "Fine, let’s go, you big baby."

Nazim barked happily, tail wagging even harder, as Jey shook his head. "Man, you spoil him."

I shot Jey a smirk. "Like you don’t?"

With that, we both laughed, while Nazim pranced around the room, knowing he had won—again.

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Backstage at WWE - part 2

Warnings none

Jey had a match later, so I told him I’d watch the baby since I didn’t have anything big tonight. At first, he wasn’t so sure about leaving me alone with her. "You sure you can handle her by yourself?" he had asked, arms crossed, giving me a skeptical look.

I rolled my eyes. "Jey, she’s a baby, not a WWE opponent. I got this."

He still hesitated, glancing between me and his daughter, who was happily babbling in his arms. "She can be a handful," he warned.

I reached over, taking her from him, and immediately, she let out the sweetest giggle, grabbing onto my hoodie like she had no plans of letting go. "See?" I grinned. "She already loves me."

Jey exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk. "Aight, aight. If she gives you trouble, call me."

"Go wrestle," I teased, shooing him toward the door. "We’ll be fine."

After a final glance, he sighed. "You better still be in one piece when I get back."

And with that, he left.

The locker room had turned into a little sanctuary of laughter and warmth. His baby girl, dressed in the most adorable little bear onesie—complete with tiny ears on the hood—was lying on her back in my lap, kicking her chubby little legs as we played together.

"Who’s the cutest lil’ bear?" I cooed, gently booping her tiny nose.

She let out a sweet, high-pitched giggle, her dark eyes shining with joy. Her tiny fingers grasped at mine, squeezing tight as if she never wanted to let go.

"Oh, so you strong-strong, huh?" I teased, wiggling her little hands. "You tryna show me up?"

More giggles. Her laughter filled the room like the sweetest melody, making my heart swell. Every time I made a silly face or wiggled my fingers near her tummy, she shrieked in delight, kicking even harder.

"Okay, okay, you win!" I laughed, pretending to admit defeat as I held her close, rubbing my nose gently against hers. She let out a soft babble, as if she had just won the most important battle in the world.

I hadn’t even realized how much time had passed. The little bear in my arms had gone from energetic wiggles to soft, sleepy blinks, her tiny fist curling into the fabric of my hoodie. Her warmth, her sweet baby scent, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing—it was enough to lull me into sleep, too.

By the time Jey returned from his match, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks.

There I was, curled up on his locker room couch, his daughter snuggled on top of me, both of us fast asleep. The little bear hood had slipped slightly off her head, revealing soft curls that matched his own, her tiny cheek pressed against my chest. One of my arms was wrapped protectively around her back, the other resting on her little legs.

Jey felt something in his chest tighten. A warmth. A fullness.

"Damn," he murmured under his breath, a slow smile spreading across his face.

He set his gear bag down quietly, not wanting to disturb the perfect moment. Walking over, he crouched beside the couch, just watching.

His baby girl, always a ball of energy, looked so peaceful, so safe in my arms. And me… I looked like I belonged there. Like this wasn’t just a moment but a glimpse into something bigger.

Jey reached out, brushing a few strands of hair from my face before his fingers gently ran over his daughter’s tiny back. She let out a sleepy sigh, nuzzling closer. His heart clenched.

He sat there for a moment, just soaking it all in.

Then, unable to help himself, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before whispering, "Y’all my whole world, man."

I stirred slightly, a sleepy hum escaping my lips, but I didn’t wake. Instead, my grip on his daughter tightened just a little, like I already knew I was holding something precious.

Jey exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over his beard as he leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over the backrest.

Yeah.

This? This felt like home.

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Love under the stars

( warnings: light smut , fluff

Happy Valentine's for me )

Y/N and Jey Uso had been dating for months, their bond growing stronger despite the chaos of being WWE Superstars. Valentine’s Day had arrived, but with SmackDown scheduled, their time together was limited. That didn’t stop them from planning something special for each other.

After the show, exhausted but excited, Y/N led Jey to the backyard of their Airbnb, where she had set up a cozy picnic under the night sky. A soft blanket was spread out, fairy lights twinkled around them, and their favorite foods were arranged neatly. She had gone all out, putting together a personalized boo basket just for him—a fresh, name-brand snapback he’d been eyeing, a sleek new chain, his go-to cologne, and even Fa’apapa, his absolute favorite Samoan treat. It had taken some persuasion (and her self-proclaimed ‘favorite daughter-in-law’ privileges), but she had managed to get it just for him.

As she sat on the blanket, adjusting everything one last time, she heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, she spotted Jey walking toward her, a grin spreading across his face as he held a massive bouquet of roses in one hand and a boo basket of his own in the other.

"Damn, babe," he chuckled, taking in the sight. "You really outdid yourself."

Y/N smirked, tilting her head. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

Jey settled beside her, handing her the basket filled with her favorite things—luxury skincare, her favorite snacks, a hoodie that smelled just like him, and a custom-made bracelet with their initials.

"You thought you were the only one with surprises?" he teased, his voice low and warm.

They laughed, shared bites of food, and talked under the stars, letting exhaustion melt away in each other's presence. But the way Jey’s eyes darkened every time she licked her lips or the way his fingers brushed her thigh a little too often told her there was another surprise in store.

"You know," Jey murmured, leaning in close, his lips ghosting over her ear, "I been thinkin’ about you all night. How good you looked out there in the ring, how bad I wanted to get my hands on you…"

Y/N smirked, her breath hitching as his fingers traced lazy circles on her thigh. "Oh yeah? And what exactly were you thinking, babe?" she teased, her voice dipping into something softer, sultrier.

Jey chuckled, low and deep, before pulling her into his lap, her legs naturally wrapping around his waist. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs stroking her sides as he gazed up at her. "That you drive me crazy, baby. The way you move, the way you look at me… You know what you do to me, right?"

Y/N shivered, feeling heat pool in her belly at his words. The night air was cool, but Jey’s body was warm, firm against hers. His lips brushed over her collarbone, trailing up to her jaw before stopping just shy of her lips. He was teasing her, waiting for her to break first.

"You’re talkin’ a lot," she whispered, rolling her hips against him, feeling the way his breath hitched. "Why don’t you show me?"

That was all it took.

Jey growled low in his throat before closing the space between them, claiming her lips with a kiss that was slow, deep, and filled with all the tension that had been building up between them. His grip tightened, one hand sliding up her back, the other palming her thigh as he pulled her closer, his tongue sweeping against hers in a way that made her toes curl.

Their picnic was long forgotten as heat built between them. The sound of the ocean in the distance, the soft glow of the fairy lights, and the privacy of the backyard only made it more intense.

Jey broke the kiss just enough to look at her, his forehead resting against hers. "You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his voice husky, full of need but also restraint.

Y/N bit her lip, her fingers tangling in his braids as she smirked. "I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if I wasn’t, babe."

That was all he needed to hear.

Jey stood effortlessly, lifting her into his arms. "C'mon, baby," he said, smirking as she gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "I got one more surprise for you."

Carrying her inside, he pushed the door open, revealing a breathtaking sight—roses everywhere. Bouquets covered the countertops, petals scattered along the floor leading to the bedroom, and soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow across the room.

Y/N blinked, overwhelmed by the effort he had put into making this night special. "Jey…"

"You like it?" he murmured, setting her down gently. His hands never left her body, sliding up her waist, keeping her close.

"I love it," she whispered, looking up at him with nothing but adoration.

Jey smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face before tilting her chin up. "Good. 'Cause I’m about to make you love it even more."

Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers, the slow teasing from earlier replaced with raw hunger. His hands moved down, gripping the back of her thighs as he lifted her again, carrying her through the trail of petals straight to the bed.

The second her back hit the mattress, Jey was on her, kissing her like he had been starving for her all night. His lips traveled down her neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, making her arch beneath him.

"You know what I was thinking about?" he murmured against her skin as his fingers worked to peel off her top. "How good you’d sound moaning my name."

Y/N’s breath hitched as he slipped the fabric over her head, his lips immediately trailing lower, kissing down the valley of her breasts before sucking a mark into her skin.

"Jey…" she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hummed in approval, his hands roaming her body as if he was committing every inch of her to memory. His tongue flicked over her skin, teasing, tasting, before he finally met her gaze.

"Say it again," he commanded softly.

She did—over and over, in whispers, in moans, in gasping breaths as he worshipped her body beneath the dim candlelight.

Every touch, every whisper, every stolen breath felt like a promise—one of love, passion, and devotion. Jey took his time, making sure she felt every ounce of his love, his need, his worship.

And when they finally lay tangled together, the scent of roses lingering in the air, Jey held her close, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"Happy Valentine’s, baby," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her back.

Y/N smiled, nuzzling into his chest, feeling completely and utterly adored.

"Happy Valentine’s, my love."

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Backstage

Warnings:none

( this is a part two of the popstar meets WWE superstar)

As the show wrapped up, I lingered in my seat for a moment, letting the energy of the night settle around me. The thrill of being back in this environment, surrounded by the roar of the crowd, was something I hadn’t realized I missed.

But what had my heart still racing wasn’t just the match—it was Jey. The way he looked at me, the unspoken tension that passed between us, the subtle but deliberate nod before he disappeared backstage.

I needed air.

I made my way toward the backstage area, flashing my pass to security as I slipped through the familiar corridors. The mix of adrenaline and curiosity pushed me forward, but I kept my cool, greeting a few familiar faces along the way.

Trinity and Jimmy were the first to spot me.

“There she is!” Trinity grinned, pulling me into a hug. “Girl, don’t think I didn’t see what went down out there.”

Jimmy chuckled. “Yeah, y’all was having a whole conversation without saying a damn word.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “Y’all are dramatic.”

Trinity folded her arms, giving me a knowing look. “Uh-huh. And where exactly are you headed now?”

Before I could answer, a voice from behind me did it for me.

“She’s looking for me.”

That smooth, familiar voice sent a small shiver down my spine. I turned my head slightly, already knowing who I’d find.

Jey stood there, still in his gear, sweat glistening on his skin, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—they held something undeniable.

Trinity and Jimmy exchanged a glance before Trinity smirked. “We’ll leave y’all to it.” She grabbed Jimmy’s hand, dragging him away before he could protest.

Jey stepped closer, his presence commanding without even trying.

“You gon’ keep staring, or you gon’ say something?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone.

I tilted my head, matching his energy. “Funny. I was about to ask you the same thing.”

He chuckled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “So, what brings you here? Thought you were too busy running the world to sit front row at a WWE show.”

I shrugged. “Had some free time. Figured I’d check it out.”

His smirk deepened. “And you just happened to sit right where I could see you?”

I mirrored his smirk. “What can I say? Front row had the best view.”

He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You always like this?”

I arched a brow. “Like what?”

He stepped even closer, his voice dropping slightly. “A tease.”

My breath caught for half a second, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I smirked, meeting his gaze head-on. “Only when it’s fun.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us thickened, charged with something neither of us wanted to name just yet.

Jey leaned in slightly. “I’m guessing you’re not in a rush to leave.”

I crossed my arms, pretending to think. “Depends. You got a better offer?”

He grinned, his eyes darkening with something unreadable. “Yeah. I do.”

And just like that, I knew this night was far from over.

Tags:@yana3sworld

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Backstage at WWE

Warnings : none

Dating Jey Uso had been nothing short of an adventure, but there was one part of his life you hadn’t been introduced to yet—his daughter. A little girl, just eight months old, from a previous relationship. You knew about her, of course, but you had never actually met her. Until today.

Jey had her with him at the arena, bringing her backstage while you were in your locker room. You hadn’t even realized she was there until you decided to grab something from the break room. The second you stepped inside, you froze.

Jey stood there, eyes red like he’d been crying, gently rocking his daughter in his arms. But she was crying too, her tiny face scrunched up as little fists waved in the air.

Without thinking, you walked over and carefully took the baby from him. She was so small, warm, and wiggly in your arms, but as soon as you started swaying, her cries slowed. Within moments, she had completely settled, her tiny head resting against your chest.

"She was probably hot," you murmured, carefully unzipping her tiny bear onesie and helping her out of it. She let out a little sigh, snuggling closer to you. You smiled, glancing at Jey. "What you trippin’ for?"

Jey let out a breath, rubbing a hand over his face. "Man, I don’t even know." His gaze flickered between you and his daughter, lingering on how easily she had relaxed in your arms. His lips twitched slightly, but his eyes were still clouded.

You adjusted your hold on the baby, bouncing her gently. "You stressing over nothing," you said, your voice soft.

Jey huffed a small laugh, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "It’s just… I ain't never done this before. Bringing her here. And you... I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about meeting her like this."

You blinked, tilting your head. "Jey, she’s a baby, not a damn WWE contract. You don’t have to overthink it."

That got a real laugh out of him. His shoulders loosened just a little as he watched his daughter grip onto you like she had known you forever.

"She likes you," he murmured.

You smirked. "Course she does. I got that effect."

Jey stepped closer, his fingers brushing gently over her soft curls. His expression softened, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "Thank you," he said quietly.

You raised a brow. "For what?"

"For this. For not making this weird. For just… bein’ here."

His voice was thick with something deeper, something unspoken. You reached out and gave his hand a small squeeze. "You don’t gotta do this alone, you know."

Jey swallowed hard, nodding once before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his daughter’s forehead. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and pressed another kiss—this time, to your temple.

"Yeah," he murmured, voice steadier now. "I know."

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Title: Spotlight & Stolen Glances

Warnings: none

( I don't know about this one maybe a series or nah )

The city lights still buzzed in your mind as you stepped into the packed arena, the energy electric. Fresh off your latest tour, you had finally returned home, and it just so happened that WWE SmackDown was in the same city. It was the perfect chance to unwind, so you decided to show up, no entourage, no over-the-top glam—just you.

Dressed in a simple yet effortlessly stunning outfit, you slipped into your ringside seat, close enough to feel the pulse of the crowd. You didn’t need to do too much—your natural glow and presence were enough to turn heads.

As the show went on, you casually chatted with the fans seated next to you, blending in despite your Caribbean pop star status. It wasn’t long before the cameras found you, the big screen flashing your face to the entire arena. When the crowd reacted, you simply smiled, giving a little wave before turning your attention back to the action.

And then, his music hit.

Jey Uso.

The arena erupted as he stepped out onto the stage, his energy unmatched as he made his way down the ramp. You leaned forward slightly, eyes locking on him.

You had always admired the way he commanded attention—how he carried himself with that mix of confidence and intensity that made him impossible to ignore.

For a brief moment, as he paced around the ring, his eyes flickered toward the crowd.

And then he saw you.

His stride faltered just slightly, like he hadn’t expected to find you there. But instead of looking away, he smirked, adjusting his wrist tape as if to shake off the moment.

The crowd was too busy chanting to notice the way his gaze lingered just a second longer than it should have.

But you noticed.

And as the bell rang and the match began, you found yourself watching him a little closer.

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Title: A Rumble Night to Remember

Warnings: none , fluff

( side note I'm just starting this so it may be bad idk bro )

The energy in the arena was electric, the crowd roaring as the Royal Rumble match unfolded. You sat backstage in the quietest area you could find, your heart pounding with excitement. It had been years since you stepped into a WWE arena, but tonight wasn’t about you—it was about surprising your husband, Jey Uso.

Your five-year-old twins, a boy and a girl, sat beside you, each wearing matching Jey Uso merch, their little faces lit up with excitement. You had made sure to put noise-canceling headphones on them, knowing how loud it could get backstage.

“Mama, when can we see Dada?” your daughter pouted, adjusting the oversized hoodie she was drowning in.

“Yeah! I wanna see Dada too!” your son chimed in, bouncing in his seat.

You smiled, running a hand through his curls. “Soon, babies. Dada is still in the match.”

The twins had been asking for their father non-stop, and you knew there was no better time to bring them back than tonight. You had been watching from the monitors, heart swelling with pride as Jey fought his way through the Royal Rumble. This was his moment, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

As the match reached its climax, you held your breath. And then—it happened.

Jey Uso won the Royal Rumble.

The sound of the crowd’s eruption could be felt even backstage, and you instinctively hugged the twins. “Dada did it!” you cheered, lifting them up.

Their eyes widened with excitement. “DADA WON?!”

“He sure did,” you grinned, gathering them in your arms. “Come on, let’s go see him.”

You carried them both toward gorilla position, the place just behind the entrance curtain, where superstars returned after their matches. The excitement in the air was palpable as you stood there, waiting.

And then, through the curtain, Jey appeared.

Sweaty, exhausted, but victorious. The second the twins saw him, they squealed.

“DADA!!”

Jey barely had time to react before two tiny figures sprinted toward him at full speed. His tired expression melted into pure joy as he crouched down, arms wide open, catching them both in a tight hug.

“AYYEEE! My babies!!” Jey laughed, lifting them into his arms, spinning them around despite his exhaustion. “What y’all doin’ here?! This the best surprise ever!”

Standing a few feet away, you watched with a full heart, a soft smile on your lips. Seeing the love on Jey’s face, the way he held your children like they were his entire world, made every moment worth it.

Then his eyes lifted and met yours.

For a moment, it was just the two of you. Years of love, partnership, and unbreakable connection passed between you in a single look. He set the twins down and walked over to you, pulling you into his arms.

“You really here, baby?” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“I’m really here,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around him. “And we’re so proud of you.”

Jey pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand still resting on your waist. “You got no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

You smiled, tilting your head. “Well, good. Because we’re not going anywhere.”

Jey let out a breath of pure happiness before leaning down to kiss you, slow and deep. The twins giggled behind you, making you both laugh as he pulled away.

“Alright, alright,” Jey chuckled, scooping them back into his arms. “Let’s go celebrate, my champs.”

With your husband holding the kids close and your hand intertwined with his, you knew this night would be one to remember forever.

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Title: Cravings & Comfort

The house was quiet, except for the soft hum of the TV playing highlights from last week’s Raw. You were curled up on the couch, dressed in one of Jey’s oversized shirts, your baby bump peeking out just slightly. The smell of maple syrup filled the air as you dipped a crispy chicken wing into the sweet, golden liquid before taking a bite. Pregnancy cravings had hit you hard tonight, and this unusual combination had somehow become your latest obsession.

Just as you were about to grab another wing, the front door swung open. You glanced up to see Jey Uso stepping in, still dressed in his travel gear, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He looked exhausted but instantly softened when he saw you.

“Ain’t no way you eatin’ that,” Jey chuckled, dropping his bag by the door.

You smirked, licking some syrup from your fingers. “Oh, I am. And it’s amazing.”

Jey shook his head, walking over and leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Man, pregnancy got you wildin’ for real.”

“You should try it,” you teased, holding up a syrup-drenched wing.

Jey wrinkled his nose. “Nah, I’m good. That’s all you, Uce.”

You laughed, patting the spot next to you. “Come sit with me. I missed you.”

Jey didn’t hesitate. He kicked off his shoes and settled beside you, one hand instinctively resting on your belly. It had been months since you stepped away from WWE to focus on your pregnancy, and while you loved watching your husband shine in the ring, you couldn’t help but miss it—the adrenaline, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of competition.

Jey must’ve noticed the flicker of longing in your eyes because he gave your belly a gentle rub. “Don’t worry, champ. You’ll be back out there soon. But right now? You’re doin’ the most important job.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “Yeah… guess I am.”

Jey kissed the top of your head, his hand still resting protectively over your growing bump. “And you’re killin’ it—cravings and all.”