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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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CONFESSION

Prompt: Y/N is having some trouble with Dexter’s new storyline, and he will have to use all of his tools to make her admit her feelings

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Dexter Lumis x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, dom x sub dynamic, brat taming (slightly), bondage (limb restriction), dirty talk (a shit ton), spanking (light), jealousy

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @moxgirl , @theworldofotps , @galens-mistress , @sassymox , @yungbludjazz360 and the lovely anon (who just like me) is a part of the “Thristy for Lumis” club 😈🤣

Notes: I wanted to “keep it light” with my first fic (hopefully first of many!) with this beautiful blonde man, so here we go. If you’d like to check out my other stories, you can find them on my Masterlist

Yes, I am a little jealous, ok? I’ll confess that to you, but to him? Never!

“Hey babe, I was thinking maybe we should-“ He stopped talking once he realized I was zoned out

“Y/N?” He asked, a little louder “Are you listening?”

“Yes” I spat

“Jeez, are you ok?”

“Peachy, just peachy” I mocked, applying the moisturizer on my skin, which was still damp from my shower

“You’re angry...and you’re angry at me, I presume” I could feel his blue eyes staring at me “What did I do? Did I say something? Do something? Or maybe, it was something I was supposed to do but didn’t?”

In the short amount of time since Dexter and Indi’s storyline started, it already irritated me deeply! I like Indi, she’s nice, funny, a good friend to me and a damn good actress! The way she convinced people that she was actually in love with Dexter was insane. Even I had a little trouble remembering that she isn’t.

But I’m...territorial, I don’t like people trying to get what’s ‘mine’ , so needless to say that the plot vs. reality is starting to get a little blurry for me (although it wasn’t for them)

I love Dexter, and I’m happy for him! I was also happy for Indi, but my brain was having a smidgen of trouble processing it.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Peanut...please talk to me?” He sweetly asked

I sighed “You’ve done nothing wrong, Dex. I’m just...it’s me ok? Don’t worry about it”

He sensed my insecurity and crawled to the very end of the mattress, kneeling when he reached the foot of it, staring at my still-standing figure.

Placing both of his hands on my hips, he trailed his nose up my neck and collarbone, saying

“You smell so fucking good” He tried to pull me towards the bed but I declined

“Dex, not right now” I took his hands off my hips and took two steps back

“Not right now?” He tilted his head to the side, in confusion, knowing I never decline to have sex with him “Something is wrong, what is it? What happened?”

“Nothing! I just...I’m not in the mood right now” I said

“You’re not in the mood?” He chuckled, in disbelief “Peanut, you’re ALWAYS in the mood! Fuck, even when I’m not in the mood you get me in the mood! So that excuse will not work for me. Tell me, what’s going on?”

“Dexter, please, not right now, ok? We’ll fuck as much as you want to later, just not now, damn it!” I said, angrily

“I’m not pushing you to talk because I want to fuck you, I’m pushing you to talk because there’s something on your mind, and instead of talking to me, your husband, like a grown woman would, you’re just pushing it to the side like a fucking teenager!” He grabbed my hands, asking “Don’t you trust me?”

I nodded, and he continued “So tell me what’s bothering you! I love you and I wanna help you! But I can’t do it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, peanut”

“I don’t want to say it, because it’s dumb” I murmured

“Baby” He cupped my cheek “If it’s bothering you, it’s not dumb. Tell me, what is it?”

A muffled and inaudible ‘I’m jealous’ left my lips

“I’m afraid you will have to say it a little louder” He cackled

“I wish that storyline with Indi would be over soon” I looked up at him, to find a smug smirk

“You’re jealous?” He asked

“No! I’m not jealous! I don’t get jealous!” I crossed my arms in front of my chest

“Yes, you are!” He teased “I like when you get jealous, that way I know you still have the hots for me” He tried to grab my waist

“Stop it!” I shoved him away “The reason I don’t like the storyline is because you always receive a script with too many lines to memorize and…” I trailed off

“Babe, my character doesn’t talk!” He laughed “You will have to find another excuse for your jealousy”

“Stop saying I’m fucking jealous” I pouted

“Come here, my lil peanut” He beckoned me

“No, I don’t want to”

“Y/N, I said, come.here” His eyes were turning into a cold shade of blue

“And I said, no!” I stomped my foot

Dexter quickly grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me towards him

“When I tell you to come here, you better come here, do you understand?” He asked, with an icy tone in his voice

When I didn’t respond, he tugged on my hair harder

“Yes, sir” I said, nonchalantly

“Oh, she’s bratty today, huh?” His other hand wrapped around my neck “I’m sure we can fix that, can’t we?”

Part of me was mad at him for teasing me because of my jealousy but the other part was getting slightly turned on with his attitude. So I decided to test the waters

“Let me go” I yanked his hand off my neck, but Dexter stared at me amused, as he kept his grip firmly on my hair

“You don’t want me to let you go, do you?” He teased

I huffed in response, which made him laugh loudly

“Of course you don’t! You want me to fuck the jealousy out of you, don’t you, baby?”

“I’m not jealous” I tried to wiggle away from him, but that only made him tug on my hair harder

“Y/N, if you wanted me to make the jealousy go away, you just had to ask nicely”

“I don’t want anything from you” I spat

“Na ah” He slapped my face lightly “Don’t you fucking talk to me like that!” He warned “Ask for it nicely, like a good girl” He teased

“Fuck off!” I tried to push him away, but he was faster

Dexter pulled me towards the mattress, I landed on it facing down and he quickly straddled my hips, securing both of my wrists behind my back with one of his hands

“Such a dirty mouth for a pretty girl” He chuckled, dragging his cloth covered bulge against my ass

“You look so cute when you’re all mad like this'' Dexter bit my shoulder and scraped his teeth against my neck “So my lil peanut is jealous, huh?” He cackled “You think Indi will steal me away from you? That’s why you’re so angry?” He took my hair away from my face, so he could look into my eyes

I stared deeply at him, with something in my gaze making his blue eyes soften

“Baby, neither Indi nor anyone else could take me away from you, you’re the woman of my dreams! I don’t want nor need any other woman in my life. The storyline is just that: a storyline, pure fiction. I like Indi the same way that you do, as a friend! She’s never tried to cross that line and if someday she or any other woman crosses it, I know what to do. I love you and I’m more than happy with our marriage. You’re my best friend, my lover, my wife, you take care of me, support me, you’re my everything! My intelligent, sexy, funny and gorgeous everything! Do you understand what I’m telling you, peanut?” He asked softly

“Yes, Dex. I understand” I smiled

“Good, now” His eyes began to get mischievous again “About that attitude...” He trailed off, reaching down to his sweatpants and undoing the drawstring

“I’m sorry for my behavior, sir” I said sheepishly, with my eyes glued to his hand

“Oh, what a drastic change!” He smirked “If I knew that at the mere thought of a dick inside of you, you would change into a good girl so quickly, I would’ve shoved it in you earlier”

Dragging my oversized t-shirt up, Dexter began to slide one finger through my wet folds

“Please, sir” I moaned “I’ll be a good girl, I promise you, just please give it to me” I whined

“Such a greedy little whore for cock, aren’t you?”

I nodded, but that didn’t suffice to him

“Say it! I wanna hear you begging for it, I want you to say the words”

“I’m a greedy little whore for cock, sir. Please, give me your cock, sir. I need it so bad...please, I’ll behave. Can I have it? Please, let me have it” I begged

Dex knelt in between my knees and placed himself on my entrance, sliding only the tip in before he stopped

“You need it? So get it, it’s all yours!” He slapped my ass “C’mon, take it”

I moved back towards his dick, as much as my restricted arms and position would let me, but I couldn’t slide him as deep as I wanted nor could I move as fast as I wished, which made me whine in frustration

“Awww, my poor peanut, what’s wrong? You can’t go as fast as you want to, can you?” He teased and I shook my head

“Do you want me to do it for you instead? Do you want sir to fuck you deep and hard?”

“Yes, sir. Please!”

I gasped loudly when he finally gave me what I was begging for...hard, fast, rough and so deep.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked

“Yes, thank you, sir”

The familiar burning was already starting to rise inside of me

“Are you gonna cum around my cock like a good little slut, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir” I said, breathlessly

“So what are you waiting for?” He chuckled in my ear, and that was the only confirmation I needed

Dexter slowed his pace as I came down from my high. Noticing he didn’t cum, I asked

“Why didn’t you cum?”

He slid out of me, released my wrists and turned me around, so I could face him

“Who said” He slid back in “I was done with you?” Smirking, he began to increase his pace bit by bit “I still need you to confess that you’re jealous” He winked

And I knew that this little game wouldn't finish until dawn..

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theworldofotps · 3 years

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Silent Feelings (Part 2 of S.S)

Pairing: Dexter Lumis x Reader Word Count: 1,404 Description: Dexter wants to do more than just be y/n’s friend. But how can he do that when neither are sure how the other feels?

Part 1

Part 3

Warning: Povs switch between first and third person throughout the fic. They are separated by ~~~ so hopefully you don’t get confused.

Also I wrote the little piece Dexter gives the reader a while ago so please be gentle.

Thank you @new-zealand-chic for beta reading for me! ________ Tag list: @hungmanhorsecarriage @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @youcantreignonmyparade @melblacc @letsgivethisonemoreshot @omg-im-such-a-masochist

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _______ “So as your best friend besides old Finn here I need to ask you..has Dexter kissed you yet?”

Shotzi smiles as she leans across the table waiting patiently for me to give her what I’m assuming she’s hoping is juicy details.

“Listen Shots, we’ve only gone out a few times so no he hasn’t kissed me yet, he hasn’t even attempted to but I don’t mind. Sure I’d like to kiss him but I want him to be comfortable and I don’t know if he even wants to kiss me.”

I trail off looking between them when they stare at me sipping my water I offer an awkward smile.

“Will you two stop staring at me please because it’s really making me uncomfortable.”

“Oh come on lass of course the lad wants to kiss you but maybe he's worried you don't want that. Sometimes it's hard telling what a person wants."

"He's right, I mean he's always getting you your favorite coffee. Without you even asking and when you go to pay it back he won't let you. It's been what a few months give or take, since you two went on your first outing together. And you've had countless ones since then. Not to mention you're always talking and he hasn't even spoken to you, and."

"Okay, Shotzi I think she gets it lass, sit down and take a breather."

Finn pats her shoulder before looking back at me.

"I really think he'd like to kiss you, he watches your mouth a lot and Dexter just really looks at you like a man that wants to grab up his girl and lay one on her."

"I hear what you all are saying and it makes sense I'm just scared you guys could be reading it wrong. If it happens it does and if it doesn't it's fine, now if you two will excuse me. I'm gonna pack up for the day and head home. I wanna get a nice soak in the tub before it gets too late."

"Alright sorry it's just really exciting to see you so happy, Finn said for all the years he's known you. This is the happiest you've been in a while."

"Just giving out all of my secrets Devitt?"

"Hey it was just casual conversation, now go off and enjoy your night."

“Thanks see you two later.”

Hugging them both I sling my bag over my shoulder and leave the table making my way down the hall I pull my phone out. I wasn’t sure if this would do any good but I decided why not give it a shot.

Y/n💮: Do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?

Pressing send I make it out to my car setting my duffel back on the seat next to me, rolling the windows down I turn the radio up pulling out of the lot. Singing along to the music I dance in my seat thinking about what Shotzi and Finn had said. Dexter had been doing little things here and there for me, I was getting a decent collection of his painting. Not to mention he had started leaving little poems in my locker room every Wednesday. Maybe they were right and tonight I was planning on finding out.

Pulling into my garage I go into the house I was renting from my cousin kicking my shoes off I check my phone.

D. Lumis👀: Yeah sure I’ll be there in half an hour need me to bring anything?

Y/n💮: Any snacks if you’d like we can order dinner here?

D. Lumis👀: Sounds good see you then

Y/n💮: Be safe

Running upstairs I start a bath I could spend twenty minutes soaking and showering than the last ten dressing. Searching for a comfortable outfit I take it into the bathroom finishing up getting everything set and I strip stepping in. This water felt amazing on my soar muscles. ~~~~~ Dexter dresses in a pair of slacks and a black tank top, he was excited to spend some time with you. Even if he didn’t particularly look so. Grabbing his phone and keys Dexter leaves his room going downstairs. Grabbing the small box he had for you Dexter locks up his house going to his car. He’d stop at the store closest to your house and grab the snacks before continuing to your place. Going inside he grabs a few of your favorite snacks and drinks then going to the front he pays. Now it was time to head over and meet you. ~~~~~ Wrapping the towel around my body I leave the bathroom and make my way into the bedroom. Grabbing my undergarments I go to put them on and stop hearing a knock on my front door. Damn must have been in the bathroom a little longer than planned. Rushing from the room I make my way downstairs and look out the peep hole.

“Dexter!”

Smiling I open the door and greet him as I step back to let him in. Watching as his eyes flicked down my frame and then back up. I had completely forgotten that I was only in a towel. Embarrassment hits me full force as I rub the back of my neck.“

Sorry about that I was in the shower and ended up being in there longer then I meant to be.”

Offering a smile as he stepped inside Dexter holds up two bags in his hands.

“You got the stuff awesome, go ahead and sit in the living room. Please make yourself comfortable. I'm just uh gonna go get dressed.”

Quickly turning away I go back up to my room closing the door. Leaning against it I groan and sigh then continue with getting dressed. After I was finally ready I left my room going back downstairs.

“Okay I’m back ready to order some food and watch a movie?”

~~~~~ Dexter nods his head showing you he had the snacks and drinks all set up. He scoots over so you could sit next to him and he pulls out a smaller bag. Setting it in your hands, Dexter watches you nervously.

“What’s this?”

You asked him and he motions for you to open it. Lifting the paper he watches as you pull out the small framed poem he gave you a few weeks ago. Occasionally he’d write a poem and give it to you, this was one of your favorites.

“Wildflowers, by Dexter Lumis.”

You read out loud as you look at the frame.

‘If I had to use one single word to describe you it would be, wildflower. Your personality is brightly colored with love and patience. The strong will you hold is a trait I think I admire the most.

Despite all the things thrown at you darling you continue to grow. The space you take up in this world makes life beautiful. Be that you are soft at times when vulnerable, but always firm when need be. All your different traits add up to the beautiful free spirit you are.’

“Awee Dexter that's so sweet thank you.”

Giving you a small smile and nod Dexter offers you the remote to pick a movie for you to watch. Selecting one of your favorites you order dinner then settle back resting your head on his shoulder.

As the evening continued on Dexter could see you were getting tired, even though you kept denying it. Halfway through the fourth movie Dexter looked at the time seeing it was nearly midnight. You really should be getting to bed and he needed to get home.

Gently nudging you Dexter smiles as you cuddle closer to his side. Sighing he grabs the blanket off the back of your couch laying down so you were resting on his chest and covers you both. Rubbing your back lightly when you start to stir Dexter turns the tv off.

Once the room is plunged in darkness he closes his eyes, if he was honest he was loving every minute of holding you.

“Dexter.”

You mumbled causing him to open his eyes and rub your back a little softer.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for staying I really like having you over….I really like you.”

Yawning you rub your eyes drifting back off to sleep and just before you’re completely gone you hear what you think is a faint whisper.

“I really like you too y/n.”

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letsgivethisonemoreshot · 3 years

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Take What You Need

Written for my best friend who has an obsession, which may or may not be my fault.

Word Count: 2,602

Warnings: Sexual situations

Summary: Things had been busy. It had been a while. And a co-worker offers you a little help getting the relief you've been seeking.

You walked through the halls of the performance center, swinging your arms absentmindedly. Stopping here and there to talk with people you passed. This place had really become your home over the last few months. You felt more comfortable in this building surrounded by the rings and work out equipment than anywhere else you had ever been. The group of people that you worked with almost daily became an extended family. You were all eager and hungry, willing to learn. And you hadn't come across someone yet who wasn't willing to help someone else out.

You hadn't been there long enough to be a "household name" yet, but you've made it to t.v. a few times. And were on all the NXT house shows and always got a great reception from the fans. Which also meant many road trips from city to city building your relationships with some people stronger. This journey that you were on has been nothing short of amazing so far. However, what was not amazing was the costume you were wearing. You wanted to get back to the locker room and get changed back into your regular clothes.

You had just finished up with a photo shoot. "Up and Coming NXT Talent is Scary Good". It was set to go up on the website mid-October. It showcased some amazing performers around the performance center. In the gym, posing in the ring. All in some sort of costume. Shotzi Blackheart was in her glory, running around in a skeleton jumpsuit with her poofy green hair bouncing behind her. You were dressed as a classic witch in short black dress with an outer layer of lace that looked like spider webs. You had some heeled black ankle boots with black and purple thigh high stockings. They tried to match the make-up with the costume with thick black eyeliner and smokey purple eyeshadow with a dash of glitter. You did talk them out of the lipstick though, saying that you thought it was just too much black and you needed some kind of contrast. You ended up getting them to try a deep wine red, which actually ended up accenting the purple in the tights perfectly. Secretly, you also just really loved that color. And of course you had the pointy black hat accented with black and purple glittery tulle. But you were just carrying it by your side now. It's not that you hated Halloween, it's just that you weren't quite ready for it in August. Besides, you were never really a short skirt and heels type of girl to begin with. You were much more comfortable in jeans and sneaker.

You had said goodbye to one of your best friends and watched as the excited skeleton skipped away down the hall. You were pretty sure she had actually been the first person they shot this morning, but it didn't look like she was going to be taking off her costume anytime soon. You turned the corner and had made it to the door of the women's locker room when you heard someone speak from behind you.

"They got you today too, huh?"

You turned around and saw Dexter Lumis standing behind you. Dressed in his black ring pants with the red ridges on the thighs, knees, and shins. No shirt, but matching red and black plastic looking apron, leaving his tattoos out in the open. He also exchanged his classes black gloves in for matching red ones toady.

"Yup," You replied to him, eyeing him up and down. "They didn't have you dress up?"

"They thought my normal ring gear was enough of a costume," He shrugged. "They said it looks like a serial killer or some haunted house butcher.

"Well they are definitely right. Creep."

He smirked. "And proud of it babe."

You rolled your eyes. On screen, Dexter was scary and unsettling. His face was also so stern, void of emotion. And he never spoke. But back stage he was the opposite. He was always making everyone around him laugh. But sometime his jokester ways got him into some trouble. There had been a few times the pranks he pulled made you want to smack him. But you thought you'd just end up hurting your hand more than him on his wall of muscle.

"Things are wrong with you," You said to him as you turned around, about to open the door.

"Aw, don't be such a witch."

You flipped him off behind your back, which just made him chuckle.

"When, where, and how hard sweetheart?"

"Dex," You groaned. "Go be disgusting somewhere else."

"From what you said earlier I'd think you'd rather I be disgusting here with you. But if you're sure…"

You quickly whipped around. "What are you talking about."

"I heard what you were saying to Mia earlier. About needing to get laid." He replied casually as he leaned against the wall across from the locker room. "Something about needing it hard and dirty I think."

"There wasn't anyone around when I was talking to Mia," You stated, ignoring what he actually said."

"I was in the hallway."

"What hallway? Wait, that dark one where they're storing all the chairs?"

"Yeah."

"Of course you were." You sighed as you ran your hand through your hair.

You thought the two of you were alone. Which is why you were venting to your friend. It had been a while since you had been with someone. You were single, and had been working out and training so hard lately you haven't really had time for dating or to meet anyone for that matter. Being with yourself at this point just wasn't enough anymore. It was starting to get boring. And it was starting to get to you. You had gone so long without any kind of touch you're the area between your legs would throb at the smallest thing. And had either of you noticed that there was someone else around, you certainly wouldn't have said any of that out loud. But, at least he wasn't there last night when you and Ember had a few drinks after practice and ended up rating all of the guys you worked with.

"Listen creep, I gotta go. I have some things I have to take care of."

"Yeah I bet you do. You know where to find me if you need any help."

"You know, I miss when you didn't talk much," You commented before disappearing into the locker room.

As soon as you closed the door you threw your hat to the side and leaned against the wall. Thankfully no one else was in there so you didn't have to explain your frustrated grunt at anyone. You really wished you hadn't run into Dexter right now of all people. Watching his large muscles flex as he talked was igniting the fire between your legs, going beyond the ache that you had been feeling all morning. And he always joked around and had somewhat of a flirty personality, so you weren't sure if his offer to help out was actually serious or not. On top of that, you couldn't believe that you cared enough to stand there and try to figure out his sincerity. Finding him and asking him wouldn't have been a smart idea, but your body didn't seem to care what your brain thought. Before you could even register you opened the door again. As you went to step out of the locker room, you saw Dexter still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, next to the utility closet across the hall. His hair was perfect. His bright blue eyes watching her as if he never took the off the door to begin with.

"Going somewhere?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I uh, I need some air," You stuttered out.

"I bet you do. But that's not where you were going."

"And how would you know?" You asked him, slightly frustrated.

"Because you were on your way out anyway. You'd have just gotten changed and left."

He had a point. He was right. And you weren't quite sure how to reply to that. You tried to think of what you could say, but he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you into the closet with him. It was dark and full of cleaning supplied. There was enough room for someone to get in and get what they needed, but he was so large he took up most of the space leaving it feeling cramped. Especially once he had shut the door. You flinched slightly as he pushed you up against the wooden door. He placed one hand on the wall by your head. As your eyes began to adjust in the dark you could make out his glowing eyes looking down at you. Your cheeks began to feel warm as he placed his other hand on your waist. You tried to move away, but hadn't noticed that when he pushed you into the door he had placed his leg in between yours making it difficult to shuffle away. Now that you realized it was there, you could almost swear he was flexing due to how rock hard his thigh felt under you.

"D, Dex," You stuttered. "What are you doing?"

Instead of verbally replying, he gripped your hip tighter and pulled you forward, dragging you across his thigh. Your breath hitched and your eyes closed as he slowly moved you back and forth, making sure your sensitive area was scraping across the raised fabric of his pants. You heard him whispering something about knowing that you'd be back. But you weren't paying attention to that now. You were paying more attention to how his decorative ring gear was hitting all the right spots between your legs. If angled just right your clit would brush against the material and make your head fall back against the door.

This shouldn't be happening right now. This was wrong in every way. He was your friend. Your co-worker. And you were at your place of business in some cleaning closet. Technically during working hours since you were both there for the photo shoot today. Sure, Dexter made jokes, everyone did. But no one actually means them. And sure as hell never acts on them. But somehow you were against the door of that closet riding the thigh of a guy you had never even talked to outside of your work setting.

Suddenly, his hand lifted from your hip and all motion stopped. An involuntary whine escaped your lips as your eyes snapped open. Dexter put his free hand against the wall on the other side of your head. You looked at him in confusion as his mustache curled up into a smirk.

"Don't be shy babe," He said in a husky voice. "Take what you need."

Any part of you that was reserved about what was happening had quickly disappeared. The throbbing between your legs had grown stronger since you stopped moving. And you missed the way his thigh forced your panties to roughly rub the lace between your lips in the most wonderful way. You began to move again, watching for his reaction. Making sure this wasn't part of some prank he was pulling on you. But he just braced himself against the wall and nodded. That was all you needed to pick up your pace and rub yourself faster across his leg. Your hands slid across his ink covered arms in a much more sensual way than they ever had before. All of the worry you had before about this feeling wrong and getting caught was not replaced with excitement. Humping the thigh of your co-worker at work like a sex deprived whore was hotter than you could have ever imagined. You looked up at him, biting your lower lip as he seemed to enjoy watching you. Maybe this was more of just a friendly favor, and more of a win-win scenario for him. You groaned as you dug your nails into his biceps as he flexed his leg muscles again underneath you.

He removed his right hand from the wall and clasped it lightly around your throat, reminding you to keep quiet. His smile and small growl said that he enjoyed the way that simple motion caused your eyes to roll back in your head. Your pace quickened even more as you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter, like a pressure spring that was about ready to explode. Your breathing was more labored and shallow as you grabbed his arms tighter.

Without warning, Dexter backed up pulling you with him. You were about ready to curse at him for you being so close to that sweet release you craved and taking it away. But before you could he spun you around and pushed you forward towards the door again. Your elbows bent, forearms and palms landed flush against the door preventing you from slamming your face into it. You still didn't get a chance to ask your friend what he was doing because as soon as you hit the door his left hand clamped down over your mouth. He pulled your head back and buried his nose into your hair while his right hand was snaking it's way up your thigh and under your skirt before dipping into your underwear. The lace was peeled away and replaced with the smooth cool leather of his glove gliding between your folds. Spreading around the wetness more if that was even possible. It was definitely a contrast to what you previously felt, but was very welcome.

He held you close to him as he began rubbing circles around your clit. You were thankful he did because it wasn't long before the feeling of that made your knees buckle. Your nails scratched at the door in front of you and your moans were muffled by his gloved hand as he rubbed harder and faster. He was relentless, not giving any kind of break to the sensitive bud as your hips twitched. That knot in your stomach took no time at all to build back up again, exploding as he tried to silence your strangled cry.

He removed his hand from your mouth allowing you to try and catch your breath. You rested against the door as he removed his other hand from between your legs. You could see him out of the corner of your eye licking his glove clean from all of your juiced. You turned around, leaning your back against the door giving him a half smile as you came down from your high.

"Sorry babe, but I couldn't let you mess up my pants before I got the photos taken. Feel better?"

You nodded, unable to speak as your head was still sightly spinning.

"Good," He smiled. "Sorry to do this and run, but I'm late for the photo shoot. I gotta get there before they come looking for me."

You nodded and stepped aside allowing him space to open up the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned his head into your direction.

"If you ever need anymore help, you know where to find me."

He winked at you, then took off down the hallway. You rolled your eyes while smiling to yourself. Something about him could be the perfect amount of sexiness and sass. You stayed behind for a minute, straightening out your dress, giving some time between him leaving and you in case anyone had been around and saw him leaving before you snuck back across the hall to the locker room.

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sweetdreamhellofanight · 3 years

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Waiting

Dexter Lumis x Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 2,697 Summary: You can’t get him out of your head

All you felt was a strong grip around your shoulders, yanking you back as the car sped past you, a continuous honking blaring as it passed, pulling you out of your thoughts, your back slamming against something solid and warm, softening the impact.

You hadn’t even realized that your feet weren’t even on the ground until you were set back down on the pavement. The grip loosened on your arms and you stumbled forward, only to be pulled back once more, this time to face whoever the grip belonged to.

You were at chest level with him, confused until your eyes met his, icy blue staring back at you, blank, almost emotionless.

Almost.

The only sign of any emotion from Dexter Lumis was how wide his eyes were until you finally looked at him. You heard him take a deep breath, his eyes looking over you as you steadied yourself.

You couldn’t speak. You weren’t sure what it was about him that made you stop. Looking up at him, as though the wind had been knocked out of you, you could only stare back up at him, wondering if your eyes betrayed you, showed him any sign of your own panic and confusion.

Finally, he pulled his hand back, and turned to leave. It was only at the loss of contact, the sudden chill that followed as he left, did you finally find your voice again.

“Thank you,” you called out.

You weren’t sure he’d heard you.

But he stopped and turned his head, slightly.

But he didn’t look back, and kept walking instead.

You still felt a chill run up your spine. You watched him walk away until he disappeared around the corner.

***

You couldn’t get him out of your head after that.

If you closed your eyes, you could feel his arms on you, feel your back against his chest. And it was all you wanted, you found, falling asleep to the thought of his arms around you just one more time.

And it didn’t help that you seemed to run into him everywhere you went. From training, to lunch, to the elevators, even to finding yourself parked near him.

Everywhere you went, you seemed to run into the same bright blue eyes. But the way he watched you made you wonder if it really was a coincidence, if it really was just running into him, or if he was finding a way to be in your eyeline.

You’d never spent time around him, never spoken to him. You weren’t even sure if he spoke, the longer you thought about it. But you wanted to try, you wanted to find a reason to be near him, to talk to him again, even if only to ask him why.

But he never stayed long enough for you to ask him. He never stayed long enough for you to say a word to him.

During training he kept his distance, off to the side until you noticed him. The first time, you smiled at him, only for him to turn and leave immediately.

Each time you offered a greeting he only turned it down, showing no signs of reciprocating, leaving you standing there waving at nothing.

***

You sat on the steps of the PC, rain pouring in front of you, taking shelter under the archway of the building.

Normally, you waited for it to pass through, which it almost always did, but today you sat there watching the rain, thinking about Dexter again.

Today he had approached you, standing closer to you than he had in almost two weeks, but still said nothing even after you’d greeted him.

You had wanted to say more, to ask him what his problem was, why he kept watching you. But even then you couldn’t bring yourself to.

You secretly liked it, finding him watching you. Feeling his eyes on you as you walked past, and even meeting his gaze, watching him in silence.

It excited you.

Footsteps behind you startled you, but looking up you found him standing beside you.

He glanced down at you, and then back at the rain, still saying nothing. You stood up to face him, coming up only to his chest, but keeping his eyes locked with yours. His eyes went wide again, but nothing else.

“Hi,” you finally said.

He gave the slightest nod. His hands were dropped beside him, and from the corner of your eyes you watched him clench his fists, and then flex his hands, over and over as if preparing for something.

You waited.

Nothing came.

Your heart beat faster the longer you looked at him, but you waited for him to make the first move. You weren’t sure what it would look like, but you didn’t much care at this point.

He took a step forward, and on instinct you closed your eyes.

You waited.

Nothing came.

Instead, you heard his footsteps again, and a breeze beside you as he walked past.

You sighed.

Watching him walk under the pouring rain to his car, you wondered if you were overthinking this, if, perhaps, nothing would ever come of this.

You wondered if you’d built it up in your head.

***

You didn’t travel much. It never quite made you comfortable, on the road and away from home.

But this time was different.

You’d watched him check in before you, still not speaking to anyone, only nodding or shaking his head in response, wondering how it was possible.

More importantly, though, you’d watched him enter the room down the hall from yours.

Your heart beat faster, and you knew once again you were building a mountain out of absolutely nothing.

But he looked at you again, your eyes locking across the way, and all you could do was nod. A slight, almost imperceptible nod of your head. You could see his eyes widen again.

And for the first time, he reciprocated the gesture.

He walked quickly into his room, slamming the door shut behind him, but you stayed there, hand still on the doorknob.

You waited.

Nothing came.

***

You do your job.

You do it quite well, actually. And you’re proud of it.

But there is still another thought that keeps your attention, no matter how hard you kick someone, no matter how high you jump off the top rope.

He’s still the only thing on your mind.

And you can feel his stare on you again, backstage. You can see him heading to his car after the show, this time away from yours. But you watch him walk through an empty parking lot, and you wonder if he could feel your stare on his back, just like you do.

You waited.

Nothing came.

And back at the hotel, you wait as you watch him take the elevator up. You put distance between yourself and him.

You couldn’t let him trip you up like this any longer.

But as you stand in front of your hotel room, angrily pushing the key card in and out, cursing under your breath, you can’t help but wonder if he can hear you down the hall.

It’s the fifth time pulling on the doorknob, finding it still locked that you drop your head against it, softly hitting your head against the door, until you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

You find those bright blue eyes looking into yours again, and somehow you find yourself relaxing under his touch. You were pressed against his chest, once more, his slow and steady breathing comforting you.

Dexter didn’t say anything as he reached one arm around you, taking the card out of your hand, sliding it in gently and pulling it out with a small beep following it.

Neither of you made a move to leave, even as you pushed the door open, you looked up at him and waited for something.

It’s all you’d been doing.

Waiting and waiting, for something, for anything that would give you some hint of what he was thinking. But nothing ever came.

Until now.

Until this moment, when you turned to face him, one hand pressed against his chest, the other hesitantly moving up to his cheek.

“Hi,” you tried again.

He gave you the same nod, just like always.

But this time he didn’t step away. This time, he stayed still, eyes softening as they looked over you. You cupped his face with one hand, and let yourself give in.

Reaching up for you, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

And in true Dexter Lumis fashion, he surprised you too, and kissed you back.

It was gentle, his lips parting for yours, a deep breath and you heard the scrunch of his leather gloves as he clenched his fists.

You dropped your hands to his, pulling them up to rest on your hips, deepening the kiss.

He pulled back abruptly, and you feared that you’d moved too fast, that you’d just ruined your chances.

But he stayed in his spot, one hand still on your hip, as he brought the other up to your cheek. The sensation of cool leather against your face, one finger pushing a strand of hair out of the way.

“Come inside?” you offered, nodding to the open room behind you.

He looked up at it, and hesitated.

You waited.

He nodded.

You kicked your bags behind you, pushing them into the room ahead of you, your hands still on his as you led him inside, not breaking eye contact as you turned on the lights.

He shut the door behind him and you pulled him back down for another kiss, this time not holding back.

You pressed yourself against him and bit his bottom lip, hoping for some sort of reaction out of him. Still nothing.

But that was okay.

His arms were wrapped tight around you and you pulled your head back slightly.

How was it possible that his expression hadn’t changed? His bottom lip was red, slightly puffed, his breathing was heavier, and yet he made no show of it.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, looking up at him.

His arms tightened around you,

“If you’d rather...not, we can stop,” you offered.

His eyes looked you up and down and he shook his head. This time, he leaned down to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, and felt him tense around you.

He wasn’t used to this, you could tell.

You wondered, now, how long it had been since he’d done this, since he’d been with someone else.

Or if he’d been with anyone at all, for that matter.

The way he stood, the way he held you, it all pointed to an unease that came from inexperience.

“Want me to lead?” you asked, lips ghosting over his.

He nodded, slightly, and you smiled.

Turning him around, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he nodded again, pulling it up over his head in one smooth motion.

You rested your hands against him, watching the heavy rise and fall of his chest. You dragged your nails over his tattoos, solid blocks of ink covering his toned, and otherwise red chest.

He placed his hands over yours, still wearing the leather gloves, and you wondered if he ever took them off.

But you realized you didn’t care, and that you’d much rather he leave them on, if you were being honest with yourself.

Slipping your hands away, you pulled your shirt off, next, and brought his hands to rest against your bare skin, just above your jeans. He kept his eyes on you, wide and betraying his normal blank expression.

You leaned up and kissed him again, and he pulled you close.

Your hands moved to his jeans, undoing the belt, then the buttons, then the zipper, but you stopped, waiting for some sign from him, to either stop or to keep going. He rested his forehead against yours, sighing as you moved a hand down, palming him over his jeans.

There was a hitch in his breathing, but he made no move to stop you, so you kept going.

You pulled his jeans down, and rubbed him over his boxers, making him swallow hard. You took a step back from him, his eyes snapping open as soon as you moved.

“Sit down,” you said. He did so immediately. It was surprising how easy that was, you thought.

You kept his gaze, and took your jeans off, tossing them to the side. He kept his eyes locked with yours, though, even as you walked towards him.

You unhooked your bra, throwing it behind you as you got to your knees. You pulled his boxers down, making him inhale sharply, as you pulled his cock out.

You moved one gentle hand over it, watching him the entire time.

His eyes were wide, and you took it as a good sign.

Slowly, you dragged your tongue over it. He watched you intently, and you kept his gaze as you moved your mouth over his length. Taking him in your mouth completely, bobbing your head up and down, you watched Dexter as he moved one hand to your hair.

He gripped it tight as you went faster, your mouth and hand moving in sync, watching as his jaw clenched.

You moaned over him and felt his hips buck up into you.

You stopped there, feeling him get closer to the edge.

“Lie back,” you said, pulling your underwear off, straddling him as he moved himself up the bed.

You lined yourself up over him, the tip of his cock pressing up against your entrance, already wet and ready for him.

“Ready?” you asked.

This time, he nodded twice, the most you’d gotten out of him all night.

“There we go,” you whispered, lowering yourself onto him.

A small sound escaped him as you moved over him. It was barely audible, nothing more than a small sigh, but it was like music to your ears. You stayed there, letting him fill you up.

He felt better than you could’ve imagined.

And you had imagined.

You lifted yourself up off him, slowly, his hands gripping your waist tight. You smiled down at him as you lowered yourself again, faster this time, and set a rhythm for yourself.

You closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his hands on you, his cock inside you, and the sound of his breathing getting quicker and more shallow the faster you moved.

You pulled his hands away, lacing your fingers with his, pinning them down beside his head, curving yourself over him, eyes locked with his once more.

It was harder, now, to keep going. Watching him, you felt yourself edge closer and closer to relief, instinct telling you to close your eyes, but you forced yourself to keep them open. You wanted to see him through to the end.

And Dexter himself was softer than you’d realized, his body a comfort for you as your hips rolled over his. His hands gripped yours tight, both of you finishing together, moaning his name as your body shook over him. And, to your surprise, hearing him moan, too. It was the loudest you’d ever heard him, despite it being very quiet.

You smiled down at him as you fell onto him. Letting go of his hands, you rested your head on his chest and felt his hands gently brush your hair off to the side, holding you tight against him.

Neither of you made any move to leave, staying like that, lying together, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing returning to normal.

“Dexter?” you asked, quietly, afraid for a moment that he’d fallen asleep.

“Hm?” he replied.

It was the first time he’d said anything to you and you found yourself smiling into him.

“Will you stay?” you asked.

He paused, and you braced yourself to be pushed aside to watch him leave.

“Yes,” he finally responded, making you smile harder. You pressed a kiss to his chest and curled yourself closer into him as he adjusted the two of you to drape the blankets over you both.

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south-of-heaven · 8 months

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Index x Fem!Reader where reader is about to be attacked in the ring and indi and dexter come save her?

High stakes || Indi Hartwell x Reader x Dexter Lumis

Summary: Indi and Dexter save you when you get attacked.

The arena was electric as you stepped into the ring, facing off against Ember Moon. The crowd roared, and you couldn't help but feel the adrenaline surging through your veins. This was your moment to shine.

Little did you know that danger lurked nearby.

As the match unfolded, you were fully engrossed in the battle against Ember. The two of you traded blows, reversals, and near falls. The audience was on the edge of their seats, and you were determined to give them a show they wouldn't forget.

However, in the frenzy of the match, you failed to notice the ominous presence sneaking up to the ring. Shotzi Blackheart, Ember's tag team partner, was on a mission, and her weapon of choice was a kendo stick.

But, you weren't alone in this fight.

Backstage, hidden from your view, Indi Hartwell and Dexter Lumis were watching intently. Considering the fact that you and Indi had takes the tag team championship from them just the week prior, they knew this match was going to be high stakes and had been keeping an eye on the proceedings.

When Indi spotted Shotzi, her eyes widened in alarm. She grabbed Dexter's arm and pointed urgently at the unfolding situation. Without wasting a second, they bolted from their hiding spot and sprinted toward the ring.

In the ring, Ember had you in a vulnerable position, ready to deliver her finishing move. The crowd was going wild, anticipating the end of the match. But just as Ember was about to strike, a loud thud echoed through the arena.

Shotzi's kendo stick had collided with the canvas, but it wasn't aimed at you—it was a warning shot.

The crowd gasped, and Ember looked bewildered for a moment, glancing toward Shotzi, who had halted her assault. She hadn't expected her partner's interference.

That's when you finally registered the chaos around you. You saw Indi and Dexter storming down the ramp, determination etched across their faces.

Ember, realizing that the tide had turned, wisely decided to retreat. She slipped out of the ring and joined Shotzi on the outside, leaving you standing with your saviors.

You glanced at Indi and Dexter, your heart pounding from the adrenaline rush. You may not have seen the threat coming, but they had your back, and that meant the world to you.

With gratitude in your eyes, you nodded to them, acknowledging their timely rescue. The three of you stood tall in the ring, united, as the crowd's cheers filled the arena once more. You might not have won the match, but you had won something even more valuable—loyal allies who had your back, no matter what.

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jordanswwe · 2 years

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Unsavory Dealings (part 2)

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif i’m not too good at these, but you should make a part 2 since you’re the og 👽

i’m not too sure on the word count so i apologize in advanced! also this was inspired by someone else’s story and they never made a part 2 so i decided i would make an inspired part 2 because in my opinion this story left on a cliffhanger ahahaha.

“shhh,” dexter soothes. “you see how he’s not texting anymore? that means he’s on his way over. he wants to rescue you.”

his grip coils tighter around you, like a snake on its prey.

“don’t cry. we’re going to see what roderick is willing to do to for you. everything will be alright.”

as you continue to cry hoping for help you hear a knock at the door. “come in” dexter laughs. as the door opens it’s known other than roderick strong.

“please, let her go” he says with concern all over his face. you could tell by the way he said it that y/n meant the absolute world to him.

“first look at the files” dexter says laughing. roderick was shocked when he saw all of the videos dexter had of them together. the one in her room and the one by the janitorial closet. he was utterly shocked.

“please just let her go. i love her.” roderick says on the verge of tears. y/n looks at him shocked because she didn’t know that he had felt the same way she did.

“i love you too roderick” she says smiling. “okay mr strong. if you love her so much then i am going to send these files to marina.” dexter said laughing.

“do it” roderick insisted. “me and marina were a lost cause anyways, so go ahead and do it.” y/n means so much to. i’m not gonna let her suffer over a decision i made. the decision that made me start to catch feelings for her.” he said stern.

dexter threw y/n at roderick and then took a photo of them and then drop boxed it to marina along with the other photos and videos he had taken of them together.

“this isn’t over” dexter said laughing as he left closing the door behind him. as soon as the door closed shut roderick couldn’t help but examine y/n to make sure she was okay.

“i am so sorry y/n. this is my fault, i should’ve told marina about us and this would’ve never happened.” roderick says with a sorrow voice.

“this isn’t your fault love. he would’ve done this either way. you can’t blame yourself for his actions.” she said trailing off to sit on the couch. then began back up. “hey did you mean what you said?”

she said with a questioned voice. “about loving me” she said with a softer voice as she looked down.

roderick took his finger and placed it on her chin lifting it up so he could see her in her eyes. “i meant every word baby.”

caught up in the heat of the moment y/n took her hand and placed it behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. things started to escalated pretty quickly.

as roderick placed y/n on his lap. y/n began to straddle him. small moans left their bodies. they were deeply in love. y/n took off roderick’s shirt and placed her hand on his firm chest and said “i love you so much thank you for saving me today. it means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

roderick began up “i love you—“ then got caught off guard by y/n as she placed her lips on his passionately.

THE NEXT DAY

roderick had decided to crash at y/n place so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe from dexter. as roderick looked at his phone he saw all of the texts from the undisputed boys. as he scrolled through his notifications he then saw the one from marina.

sure roderick felt somewhat bad for what he did to her, but marina was never considerate about roderick’s feelings and always pushed roderick away when he tried to help her. it got to the point where the undisputed boys didn’t like marina.

roderick called marina and told them it was over. he then called the undisputed boys and told them to go to the house and take all of his belongings and move it into their apartment they had for their team. so they did.

roderick then went to meet up with the boys to explain to them what had happened. “you what?“ bobby said shockingly. “at least you aren’t with marina anymore.” kyle spits out.

“yeah” adam says confidently. “she was a negative influence on you and i could tell whatever you guys had when you first got together wasn’t there anymore.”

bobby than spoke up, “plus i could tell you’ve always had something for y/n. the way you look at her- friends wouldn’t look at each other in that way.” adam started up “y/n seems like she really cares for you and as long as she is treating you right then we won’t have an issue with her.”

roderick smiled and said “thank you guys so much for understanding this situation. y/n means so much to me and the other day when dexter had her as bait. my heart dropped. i really thought i was going to loose her.”

roderick then begins to grow a tear in his right eye and then wipes it away quickly. “well she can move into our group apartment so she’ll be safe” kyle suggets. so that’s exactly what she did.

AT THE ARENA

y/n is working out backstage and doing her upper body routine so she can prepare for her match tonight when out of no where dexter pulls her into an abandoned hallway. “let me go” y/n pleaded.

dexter shoved her into a room and closes the door and locks it. “nobody will be able to hear your screams from here sweetheart.” he laughs. “you’re all mine now.” he says in a creepy way. y/n had never felt so vulnerable in her life.

dexter than takes off his shirt and gets on top you. “roderick won’t be able to save you this time” he says laughing creepily this time.

BACKSTAGE

“has anyone seen y/n” roderick asked. y/n and him were set to have a mixed tag match against nikki cross and killian dain.

y/n had promised to meet him backstage so they could start their team building exercise. roderick texts the boys to meet up at his location so they could talk about where they think she would’ve gone.

as soon as the boys met up they automatically assumed the worst. “what if he has her” roderick says in distress. “then we’ll find her. we won’t let him hurt her.” bobby says.

all of the boys scattered and began their quest looking for y/n.

THE ABANDONED ROOM

y/n got to her feet “please dexter. let me go.” she says sobbing. “shut up” dexter says as he slaps her making her fall back to the ground.

dexter then finds a chair and leans it against the wall and placed y/n on it and he tied her hands behind her back and tied her feet together so she couldn’t escape. dexter then hovers over y/n and puts his mouth to her ear.

“if you make one sound. then this will go over your mouth” he said gesturing at the tape her hand in his hand. he then laughs creepily in her ear and then kisses it. he then backs up to take photos of y/n then drop boxed it to the undisputed era.

“they won’t find you this time.” he says laughing. y/n doesn’t know what came over her but she yelled “help! help!” in a frightening voice. after she did that, dexter sprints to her and tapes her mouth harshly and roughly.

he then hovers over her again and said “what’d i tell you.” then licked the side of her face. “YOUR MINE” he yells. not knowing the undisputed era boys were close by.

they all went to the door and managed to get the locked door open. as soon as the door opened and roderick saw dexter hovered over y/n it’s like a flip switched inside of him. he started attacking dexter and pounding him to the floor like a lunatic. y/n found it hot that he would go to those measures to rescue her.

the other boys began to help roderick fight dexter and as soon as that was over roderick ran over to y/n.

“oh my- baby are you okay? y/n are you okay my love” roderick repeated a few times. roderick untied and untaped her. y/n began to cry into her boyfriends arms.

“y/n i’m so sorry. i promise i will never let anything like this happen to you ever again.” roderick picks up y/n bridal style and walks over to the door with his boys.

as soon as they get back to the apartment roderick placed y/n on their bed and began to comfort her more.

“i’m okay now roderick” she says trying to hold back a few tears. “i’m so dumb. i should’ve known he was going to come for you again. he knows your my weakness. he knows i’m in love with you” he said. he then realizes the confession he just made.

they’ve told each other that they have loved each other but they never said the words “i’m in love with you” out loud. caught off guard y/n begins kiss roderick like nobody’s watching and this time nobody was. they never heard from dexter again.

a few days later y/n and roderick went sight seeing and out of no where roderick proposed to her. never before in her life has she seen something so beautiful.

“y/n. we’ve been through so much together and you’ve been by my side each step of the way. whether you were my bestfriend, my secret lover, my girlfriend, and even through the whole dexter situation you never left. i’m so in love with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. when i’m around you all i feel is happiness and you’re all i can think about. your touch confronts me. your voice soothes me. i couldn’t imagine my life without you he said. will you marry me. you’re my everything.” he said.

“omg yes” she squealed as roderick placed the ring on her finger. roderick got up from his knee and kissed y/n. as soon as the undisputed boys found out they threw a party for their bestfriends.

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thank you so much for the people who read my version of a part 2 of this fanfic. i’m not really good at these but i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed it!!🦋

#rodrick strong imagine #dexter lumis imagine #nxt imagine #undisputed era imagine #nxt fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #undisputed era fanfiction #roderick strong x reader

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regalityandcoffee · 1 year

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Thoughts!

#regality rambles #prizefighter! dexter lumis x reader au #just....hnnnnmgh

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 4 years

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Unsavory Dealings

Are we ready for another fic? I hope we are.

Pairing: Roderick Strong x Reader/ OFC, Dexter Lumis x Reader/ OFC (sort of)

Word Count: 3,694 (I know, I know, I talk too much)

Warnings: language, sexual references, mature themes (stalking)

I felt inspired by the Dexter and Roddy angle on NXT from the moment where they had the big man just sitting and holding Strong’s body, sort of stroking his hair. There was no way that a wrestling show on primetime network TV was going to give that story arc the conclusion it deserved, so I figured I’d take a shot at it myself. Of course, I didn’t give it a proper conclusion either, but I’ll leave the judgment of what I’ve added to the story to y’all.

You shouldn’t keep doing this.

It’s the thought that always washes over you in the moments like this, as the ecstatic high starts to fade and you’re staring glassy-eyed at each other’s muscled bodies, glistening with sweat, gasping for air. You run your fingers up Roddy’s lightly furred chest, smiling in delight when his body jerks and he gives an exhausted little cry followed by blissed-out smile. He catches your wrists, laughing silently before he locks his eyes on yours with a look you can only describe as a mix of satiety and relief. Grinning, you roll off him and collapse onto your side, brushing his cheek with your hand while he responds by running his along your side.

“Fuck I needed that,” he pants. “You have no idea.”

“What are friends for?” you giggle, giving his face a playful tap.

“Well Cole is my friend but I don’t want him riding my cock.”

This makes you laugh even harder. “I don’t know, Strongman, maybe you should let him try. Maybe he’s better than I am.”

“No one’s better than you are.”

He pulls you in and kisses you, holding you close even when your lips part, his face just a little vulnerable, working you with those puppy dog eyes he knows make you melt.

“This fucking psycho is… I don’t know what to do anymore. The guys are just telling me to get over it and they’re getting pissed at me because they say I’m messing up. Then I’ve got Marina on my ass demanding to know what I’m gonna do about him, saying I’m not taking it seriously enough, that he’s coming for her and the baby and how I need to protect them.” He rolls onto his back and rubs his face as if he’s developing a migraine. “You’re the only person in my life that isn’t trying to get something from me.”

You push his hand away and run your fingers delicately along his jaw until he turns back to look at you.

“I hate to break this to you,” you murmur, “but the only reason I’m trying to keep you sane is because I don’t need Darkly Dreaming Dexter robbing me of the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Stroking Roddy’s ego has always been the easiest way to light him up. Immediately, you see the boyish excitement rise in him. Already, you’ve pushed Dexter Lumis just a little further back in his mind. If you were a better “friend”, you’d be telling him that Marina is right, that he should be taking steps to protect them because they’re clearly the soft spot in Roddy’s armor. The most obvious way for the psychopath to get to him is by threatening or hurting his wife and child. But you’ve never claimed to be a wonderful person. If you were, you wouldn’t be banging another woman’s husband.

“The best fuck you’ve ever had?” he repeats, rolling over on top of you and squirming against your naked body. “I don’t know, seems like you’re a busy little lady.”

“So you should be flattered,” you parry, bucking your hips against him. Yes, you know you have a reputation. You’ve never cared and you’re not about to start. If you were a man, you’d be called a stud. So as far as you’re concerned, that’s what you are.

“Is that so?” he asks, sucking gently on the sensitive spot just above your collarbone. “Better than Ziggler?”

“Oh yeah. Don’t believe the hype.”

He starts grinding harder against you. “Better than Punk?”

“God yes.”

“Better than Cole?” He gives your bottom lip and sharp bite, making you squeal.

“Hmm… a little bit, I guess.”

You crack up laughing, feigning a struggle as he pins your arms to the bed and traps your thighs between his own.

“Sounds like you need a little more convincing,” he grunts.

“Don’t you have to be somewhere, lover boy?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “She thinks I’m at the gym. Sometimes, I work out for hours, especially when I’m stressed. Sometimes, I’m there until after midnight.”

“I don’t know,” you tease him. “A guy your age takes a long time to recover. You might only be flying half-mast by midnight.”

He grabs a handful of your hair and lifts himself above you, dark eyes wild with lust once again. “Oh it’s gonna be fun proving you wrong, smart ass.”

It’s a double win for you: you get a second round with the guy you have to admit is actually the best fuck of your life and you’ve gotten his mind off Dexter Lumis.

Lifting your bag out of the trunk of your car, you wince a little. You’re most definitely feeling the effects of the frenetic night with Roddy. He’d ended up staying until nearly one, which must have pushed the boundaries of credibility once he got home, even if he could easily use the excuse that he’d needed to burn off the excess stress the whole situation with Lumis was causing him. And in a way, that is what he was doing.

When you walk into the performance center, you see Roddy in the hallway talking with Kyle O’Reilly. You glance at them for only a second, like you’re noticing their presence and nothing else. Still, you feel Roddy’s eyes scanning you up and down, sense the desire you spark in him every time he sees you. You’re better at this than he is, better at hiding what’s happening. He might not be a stranger to being tempted to stray but you can tell that this prolonged kind of passion for an “other” woman is new for him. Sometimes, when you catch his gaze lingering on you, you’ll brush your fingers over your breast or along your thigh, as if it’s an absent-minded gesture. Most of the time, you play it cool. This morning, you shift your walk a little to emphasize that you’re hurting. You wonder if he’s aware that his voice gets louder whenever he’s pretending he doesn’t notice your teasing.

Finding yourself alone in the locker room, you take a moment to stretch out your legs and core a little. You give yourself a few minutes and then check your phone before heading out for a more serious workout.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Even the notification is enough to make you flinch. You’ve never spoken to the creep but the way he’s acted towards Roddy has been enough to make you want to invest in some pepper spray to keep him away from you. Not that you have, because, as far as you’re aware, he’s barely cognizant of your existence. The two of you said hello and shook hands when he first joined the company and he was introduced to everyone. You’ve nodded at each other maybe a half a dozen times since then when you’ve passed in the hallways and that is the full extent of your interactions. How the man came to be in possession of your email address is a complete mystery.

Still, you’re just that tiny bit curious because the guy is such a weirdo, so naturally creepy, that you want to know what’s going on inside that warped mind of his. So you click on the link and are taken to a file folder with yesterday’s date on it.

Inside the folder are photos. Dozens of them. Your jaw drops and you hear yourself gasping for air as you look at them, shots of the two of you- you and Roddy- in your apartment, in your bed, clearly taken through your bedroom window. Whoever took them was clearly there for as long as Roddy was, meticulously documenting every lascivious act, your faces both immediately recognizable, every part of you exposed. You can see that in the moments either of you approached your climax, the frequency of the shots increased, like the photographer’s excitement was rising along with your own. It feels like you’re choking, like a violation. It is a violation. You drop to the bench behind you and lean your head between your knees, convinced you’re about to throw up.

Your phone chimes again. Another notification.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

Your breath is panicked and you’re barely able to process the meaning of the words but once again, you click on the link. Once again, you’re taken to a file folder, this time dated to the previous Wednesday. You shudder as you open it, knowing what it might contain. This time it’s a single file. A video file.

And it is exactly what you feared. You and Roddy hidden away, you thought, in the hallway next to the janitorial closet and the electrical room, going at it against the wall. You were both still in your ring gear, shorts pulled down just enough for him to get inside you, both of you riding your adrenaline highs from your matches that night. You’re biting down on your palm to stifle the noise, and just watching the video is enough to make your insides twitch, recalling the scene.

Dexter Lumis shared a file with you from DropBox.

The notifications start coming in faster than you can process. You’ll click on one, see a dated file, and another one has arrived before you’ve even had a chance to survey the damage. A passionate kiss goodbye in your car one night when he’d needed a lift. You hadn’t even done anything that night. Just the kiss. Shots of the two of you around the performance center, sharing little touches that wouldn’t be suspicious were they not isolated from context and combined with everything else you’re seeing. It seems like every moment the two of you have been around each other is there, meticulously documented.

“You ok?” Mia’s voice is all concern as she enters the room, rubbing a towel over her hair, and although she’s speaking in a normal, even soft tone of voice, it feels like she’s screaming at you.

“Huh? Oh… yeah… no… I feel a bit sick to my stomach,” you choke.

“You don’t look too good,” she concurs.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go talk to Regal.”

You stand and grab your phone, fairly running from the room lest you face any other questions.

Of course, you’re not looking for William Regal. The only person you’re looking for is Dexter Lumis and after ten minutes of fruitless searching, you’re almost tempted to burst into the men’s locker room and occupy it until he shows his face. Of course, since it’s not a show night, there’s no guarantee he will show his face. You’re wild-eyed with panic, rushing around every part of the performance center, desperate to find your perverted nemesis.

“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Roddy asks you, settling his hands on your shoulders and stopping your momentum.

You nearly collapse from shock and fear but instead flash him a stupid grin. Whatever you’re going through, you’re determined you’re not going to dump it on him.

“Hey, Roddy,” you groan, “I just wanted to tell Regal that I’m going home. I’m sick as hell. I ate something bad, I think.”

Roddy crowds you against the wall and touches his lips to your earlobe. “You want me to bring you some chicken soup later?” he coos.

You push him back a little. “I want you to not see me being sick. And you need to not go ‘running out to the gym’ for the second night in a row and making your lady suspicious.”

He gives you a soft look. “I’m serious. I won’t try to fuck you. Just let me check in on you later.”

“No,” you tell him sharply, pushing him away and heading towards the exit without turning back to see the shocked and hurt expression on his face.

Not sure what else to do, you head back to your apartment and there, at the top of the staircase, in front of your door, is Dexter Lumis.

You have your eyes cast down so you don’t even notice him until you’re through the front door and part way up the stairs but the second you see him, you freeze. And although you’ve just spent an hour running around like a madwoman trying to find him, seeing him sitting there between you and the door to your home, the only thing you can think of to do is to run.

However, the second you flinch and move to leave, he’s on you, his massive weight pinning you to the wall, one hand clamped heavily over your mouth. With his other arm, he lifts you and easily carries you up the stairs, his body showing no reaction to your struggling and his face as impassive as ever. He plants you back on your feet when he reaches your door and slides his hand around your throat, not tight enough to cut off the air, but tight enough to let you know that he easily could.

“Are you going to unlock the door and let us in?” he hisses in your ear.

Unsure what else you can do, you nod.

He squeezes both of his hands a little tighter. “You know I could snap your neck any time I wanted.”

You nod again and sink your shaking hand into your purse to remove the keys. When you hear the deadbolt retract, you feel a little dizzy. Once he’s in your apartment, you’re at his mercy. The chance of someone, your upstairs neighbor or a guest, happening upon the two of you on the landing is far greater than the chance of someone rescuing you once he’s inside. Manipulating men into doing what you want is a skill you know you possess, but you can instantly tell that Dexter is well beyond being won over by your charms.

Nevertheless, you unlock the door and open it, only to be flung through it and have it slammed behind you. His hand never leaves your throat, even as he twists you to face him. His grip tightens as he locks the door behind you, and pulls you into him, lifting you a little so that you have to stand on your toes to keep from being strangled.

For a long few moments he studies you, as if you’re a kind of novel rodent he’s found in his basement, not quite sure how to deal with you.

“If I take my hand away are you going to be good? Are you going to stay quiet?”

You nod frantically, feeling the air gradually being squeezed out of you. He continues to hold you for a few seconds but then releases his grip. Your vision gets a little sparkly and you can feel your legs swaying as you try to recover your equilibrium. Just as you feel your strength failing you, he’s got you in his grip, arms wrapped under your shoulders and pulling you into his massive chest. He cradles you there, rocking you gently like you’re a beloved ragdoll from his childhood. You can even hear him hum a little.

Then, without a word, he starts to move you into your living room, gently placing you onto your sofa. He hovers over you, his breath hot against your bruised throat, and you hear the sound of him inhaling the scent of your skin. You can feel your whole body shaking, knowing you can’t possibly stop him from doing anything he wants.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whisper feebly.

He looks shocked and a little offended. “I would never hurt you!” he exclaims.

You want to point out that it’s been less than five minutes since he seemed to be threatening to break your neck but before you speak, you realize that this is probably a bad idea.

He strokes your hair, gentle as an angel, searching your face with an expression of pure innocence that’s somehow more unnerving than the killer instinct you’ve seen in the ring. His hand traces the line of your body in the air and he smiles as if it’s fascinating that he can do this.

“Did you even know we were neighbors?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Right over there.” He nods towards the alley behind your bedroom window. “You should close your curtains”

You’re very certain that the reason you haven’t been closing your curtains is because you’ve never once seen a light in the building across the alley. As far as you could tell, the building across the alley was abandoned. Apparently not.

“You know you shouldn’t be dating other men. He’s going to be hurt.”

“He’s married! He has a child with her! We’re not a couple, we’re just-“

He presses his hand over your mouth and shakes his head a little.

“No,” he says sadly, “it’s not like that. You’re not some random fuck. He really cares about you.”

He doesn’t remove his hand entirely but he lets it slide a little, freeing you to speak. But you can’t think of what to say. You know Roddy cares about you. Probably more than he should. You care about him and you’re sure than Dexter knows this, because if you didn’t, you’d have just emailed him back and told him that he could go ahead and send his little audiovisual project to Marina. It’s then that you realize that that was the test: he sent the files to you in order to see whether you cared enough to protect your lover from being found out. And you’ve told him what he wanted to know.

“Whatever you’re thinking of doing,” you bluff, “he’s not going to back off. I know him. You can’t scare him away like this.”

Lumis cocks his head to one side and looks at you as if you’re an especially stupid child he’s been assigned to teach.

“I’m not trying to scare him away. Roderick needs to step up and take some responsibility. He needs to be a man and protect the ones he loves. Right now, someone could just come along and cause all this pain. I can’t protect him forever. He needs to learn to stand up for himself.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re halfway between crying and choking.

His eyes flash pure ice and for a second you’re convinced he’s about to kill you. Instead, he reaches into your purse, still half dangling off your arm, and grabs your phone.

“Open it,” he orders, pushing it into your hand.

You oblige and he snatches it back from you, opening the camera with a faint smile. “Ready to make some videos, sweetheart?”

He jams his fingers into your mouth, making you give a muffled yelp. Looking pleased with your reaction, he forces them in further and presses his thumb under your jaw, crushing the nerve there and making you writhe in pain. As he releases his grip, you see him stop the video he’s been filming.

Before you can react, he’s pressing his body down on you, wrapping his hand, fingers still soaked with your saliva, around you and pulling your mouth open from the side. He clicks on the camera and switches it so that it’s reversed, framing your distended, frightened face. You see the recording start and close your eyes tight, hoping it won’t show how terrified you really are.

Lumis presses his entire weight onto you, so that you’re struggling for every breath. The bastard gives a soft, deep laugh as he feels you having to fight harder and harder. His weight alone will kill you, given enough time. He’ll squeeze the air from you over agonizing minutes. He runs his tongue up your neck, making you shiver and whimper inadvertently. Drool leaks out the corner of your mouth where he’s hooked it and he thoroughly licks the other side of your face. You’re unable to contain the sounds of fear and disgust coming from you, unable to stop yourself from struggling in vain to get him off you.

He releases his hold on your mouth and immediately you feel his tongue snake between your lips, probing your mouth urgently and roughly. Frightened sounds escape you as his kiss becomes more insistent, until he laces his fingers in your hair and jerks you away from him.

His nails dig into your scalp hard enough that you cry out without even meaning to.

“Look at me,” he goads.

You open your eyes and immediately wish you hadn’t, terrified by the intensity and ruthlessness staring back at you.

“Tell me what you said before.”

You want to refuse. You want to pretend you have no idea what he’s talking about. But you do know and it will only go worse for you if you don’t give him what he wants.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

He nods and gives you an unnerving half-smile. “Well then, what will you do to make me not want to hurt you?”

Without even glancing, he stops the video and leans away from you a little. He scans your contacts, quickly alighting on Roddy’s name. He sends one video and then the other in a matter of seconds.

Then he sits back as if nothing’s happened. He seems surprised when he sees the terrified expression on your face but before he can speak, your phone buzzes. Roddy calling. Dexter holds up his hand to indicate you are not to answer. He stares at the phone in obvious satisfaction. Then the messages start. Notification after notification. When they stop, Dexter looks at you and pulls you into a seated position. Then he wraps his bulky arms around you and pulls you onto his lap. You’re shaking and crying, unable to fathom what’s about to happen. He rocks you back and forth, fingers softly stroking your hair.

“Shhh,” he soothes. “You see how he’s not texting anymore? That means he’s on his way over. He wants to rescue you.”

His grip coils tighter around you, like a snake on its prey.

“Don’t cry. We’re going to see what he’s willing to do to for you. Everything will be alright.”

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What I See In You (Damian Priest X Reader)

Pairing: Damian Priest X Female Plus-sized Reader Summary: You overhear some of the WWE female superstars talking about your size and immediately your self-esteem takes a nose-dive. Damian, your boyfriend, makes it his mission to lift you back up. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE or NXT. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Body shaming, and fluff

Notes: Takes place in NXT on the "wedding day" of Indi Hartwell and Dexter Lumis. Also, in this story, Damian is a groomsman, and Y/N is a bride's maid. Hope this is enjoyed!

What I See In You

You had just flushed the toilet and were about to come out of the bathroom stall so you could wash your hands, when a group of giggling female voices could be heard entering the public bathroom.

Something told you to stay put because the voices belonged to none other than Mandy Rose, Gigi Dolin, and Jacy Jayne. And while you were a force to be reckoned with in the ring, you weren't so sure how you would do by yourself in a 3-on-1 bathroom gang up.

"You actually had a match against Nia Jax when you were on the main roster?" Jacy asked. "How did that go?"

"How do you think it went," Mandy laughed. "I was flattened like a pancake." She giggled again. "Aaaaand if you haven't noticed, she's put on a lot more weight recently. I feel sorry for anyone who has to try and manhandle her!"

"You know who else is putting on a lot of weight? And in our very own roster" Gigi interjected. "Y/N! My God, that girl is turning into a heffer!"

"Signed, sealed and delivered," Mandy agreed. "I can't believe that Damien is wasting his time with her. If I was still on the main roster, I'd seriously take him off her hands.

Tears burned your eyes and you struggled to not let them fall since your makeup was already done for the evening.

You can have your cry tonight after the show, you told yourself, fanning your face and taking some deep breaths through your nose. In the meantime, my fat butt is getting on a diet.

The three other women continued to guffaw at your size-particularly in your middle and thighs-and your struggle to hold back tears began anew. Finally, and thankfully, the three women left the bathroom and you were free to wash your hands. You tried not to look at yourself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as you cleaned up. You couldn't bear to look and take note of what the three bimbos had said about you.

But you couldn't help it. Your gaze shifted to the mirror and you saw the hint of a double chin forming at your neck. Your eyes wandered down to your stomach and noted that it was still relatively flat, but you were developing a definite muffin top. You knew you'd put some weight on recently, but you'd just hoped that no one had noticed. Apparently, in vain however.

Oh, God… What if Damian has noticed? What if he finds me repulsive now? You thought back to the last time the two of you had hung out together and tried to remember if he'd acted strangely. You couldn't recall anything different but that wasn't to say he'd not noticed.

Glancing at your face to make sure no tears were threatening to fall, you then hurried out of the bathroom. It was nearly time to eat some dinner before the show and you'd agreed to meet with Damian at a nearby fast food place in order to get a quick meal.

Walking as quickly as you could, you headed for your rental and within minutes you were driving toward Arby's.

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You quickly pulled into a parking space and got out of the car, immediately heading for the entrance to Arby's when you saw Damian pull onto the parking lot and slip into the space next to yours. You waited on him, and nervously fiddled with your hair as a soft gust of wind blew. Damian got out of the car and walked up to you, a big smile stretching across his handsome face.

"Hi, babe. Que pasa?"

"Not much. Just wanting to get dinner out of the way." Then you nearly cringed. So much for not letting Damian know anything was wrong.

"Why? You always enjoy dinner."

Ouch, you thought. Nothing like reminding me that I love my food. Then you sighed, this wasn't Damian's fault. He meant nothing by what he said, he was just stating a fact.

"What's wrong?"

And just like that, you wanted to cry again. "N-nothing. Let's get some dinner and visit a bit," you forced a smile to your face. "We don't get to do this very often since you got moved up to RAW."

For a moment, Damian just looked at you. You could tell he knew something was definitely wrong but he obviously didn't want to upset you even more so he apparently decided to let it go. For now.

You both took hands and stepped inside the Arby's and got in line to place your orders.

"Um, I think I'll have the Roast Chicken Entree Salad and a water," you told the cashier and stepped aside so Damian could give his own order. He glanced at you a second, a look of near exasperation on his face and then proceeded to order the Reuben sandwich, curly fries and a large soft drink. You look at him with envy. As tall as he was he could afford those extra calories. Your much shorter frame could-unfortunately-not.

After Damian paid, your food was soon handed to you on a tray and he carried it to a booth. "So are you going to tell me what is going on? Or what?" Damian said softly, sitting down beside you in the booth. "You never order just a salad."

"Really, it's nothing," you reply, emptying a packet of Ranch dressing onto your salad. "Just forget it."

"Are you angry with me about something?"

"No!" You shook your head vehemently and laid the empty dressing packet aside. "Nothing like that. Don't worry about it."

"Well I do worry about it, when it's something bothering you."

"Can we talk about this tonight," you asked, forking up a bite of salad. "Because…"

"Because?..." Damian prodded, unwrapping his Reuben sandwich.

"Because it's something that will make me cry and I can't cry right now. My makeup is done for the show in a couple hours."

"Do I need to put a hurt on someone," he asked, immediately setting his sandwich down.

You shook your head and gave a small, sad smile. "Not unless you believe in hitting women." You took a bite of your salad and carefully chewed it before swallowing. "And I know you don't. So, no."

"We're definitely talking about this later," he said, picking his sandwich up and taking a bite out of it. "Because you know I won't let it go."

"I know it," you said with a chuckle. "You're like a pit bull. Once you sniff something out you chomp down and don't release it."

"Got that right," he admitted, taking another bite of his food.

The remainder of your meal went by smoothly and uneventfully. But thankfully, Damian respected your wishes and didn't bring up what was bothering you again. But you knew he would later that night. You could count on it.

"Okay, we better get back to the performance Center. The show will start soon," Damian said softly, taking your hand and helping you out of the booth.

"Yeah, let's get going," you agreed, standing to your feet.

After dumping the tray of its garbage, you let Damian lead you out the double glass doors and over to your car.

"Okay, well, drive safe," Damian said in goodbye to you. "We'll meet up after the show and have that talk, okay? My room or yours?"

"Yours is good," you said. "Mine's a bit messy," you tried to joke but it came out sounding flat.

With no warning, Damian trapped you against the driver's side door and planted his mouth on yours in a toe-curling kiss. "Just in case you needed a reminder that you're beautiful," he said softly, gazing into your eyes. "I'll see you later."

"Later," you repeated in a daze. The kiss had branded you. Not to mention, Damian had all but read your mind. You smiled at him, then got in the car and drove back to the Performance Center.

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Once you were inside the center, you headed straight for your dressing room so you could get dressed for the wedding portion of the show.

You looked over the beautiful flowy pastel pink dress that draped all the way down to your ankles. It was spaghetti-strapped, and now you were re-thinking Indi's choice in bridesmaid dresses. Ugh, what if my arms look terrible in it? Sighing, you shook your head and tried to focus on the kiss that Damian had bestowed upon you earlier. If I looked horrible he wouldn't be with me, you told yourself. Get a grip!

Quickly, you undressed and then pulled the slinky material over your head and dressed in the soft garment. Looking in the mirror, you were relieved that the dress seemed to hide all of your problem areas.

There was a knock at your door then, and you went to answer it. It was none other than Indi Hartwell-the bride.

"Oh, you look amazing, Y/N," she exclaimed. "I just knew you'd make that dress look even better!"

"Oh, stop," you said, unsure of how to handle the compliment. Especially after the day you were having. "It's the other way around. This dress makes me look good."

"Oh, you stop," Indi giggled. "You're gorgeous! Well, I guess I'll be on my way to get my hair and makeup done. I just wanted to stop by and see how the dress looked on you. SO glad it looks great! Bye, Y/N!"

And with that, the blushing bride was rushing off to hair and makeup.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh and sat down on the sofa in your room, waiting on the wedding segment.

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Finally the time had arrived. You were a bundle of nerves.

Why?

You didn't know.

The wedding wasn't even your own, but you were literally ready to jump out of your skin.

There was another knock at your door and you really did jump as if you'd been shot. Rising to your feet, you hurried to the door and answered it.

Damian stood on your threshold looking gorgeous as always. He wore a black and gold dress shirt with ripped leather pants and black boots.

"Wow, you look-" You both started.

With a giggle, you let Damian finish his sentence.

"Gorgeous."

"Thank you," you replied. "You look devilishly handsome."

"Thanks." He offered you his arm. "Are you ready for the wedding?"

"Yes." You took his offered arm and let him guide you down the long hallway toward the small arena.

As rehearsed, you both slowly walked down the makeshift aisle and then took your places at the altar with the other groomsmen and bridesmaids, and waited on the bridal chorus to begin.

It began almost instantly, and Indi began making her way down the aisle toward Dexter and the two microphones set up between the two of them.

You watched as the wedding moved along mostly without a hitch, save for a couple of mishaps with the minister. Luckily, Beth Phoenix saved the day in the end. Finally, you were listening to Indi say "I do" and then it was Dexter's turn. The room became deadly silent in its anticipation.

And then it happened.

"I…. Do…"

All of the wedding guests and the whole arena erupted.

"He spoke!" Everyone seemed to yell at the same time.

In her happiness and excitement, Indi reached over and kissed Dexter. The wedding was completed, and Indi and Dexter were married.

NXT went off the air then and everyone relaxed and began filing out of the makeshift venue: Dexter and Indi first, and then the groomsmen and bridesmaids linked arms and walked back down the aisle as well.

"That was fun," Damian commented as you exited into the hallway.

You nodded with a smile, "It was."

You both headed for your dressing rooms to get back into some regular clothes so you could feel a little more comfortable. You settled on a t-shirt and sweatpants with tennis shoes.

You quickly packed up your things and rolled your suitcase behind you in search of Damian. You quickly found him exiting his own dressing room with his luggage as well. "Ready," he asked you.

What a loaded question. You couldn't tell if he meant in general or if you were ready for the discussion you were to have a little later.

"Yeah," you answered in spite of your uncertainty.

"Why don't we take my car," he suggested, taking hold of your suitcase and pulling it along with him. "I could run you by here in the morning to get your rental."

You nodded, and shyly reached out and took his arm, leaning against it as you walked with him. "Thanks."

"What for," he asked, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"I'm not sure," you replied honestly. "I guess just… being here for me."

He was silent as he led you to his car and loaded the luggage in the back. Then he helped you into the passenger seat and hurried around to the driver's side where he climbed in and started the car.

"Do you want to stop anywhere before we head back to the hotel," he asked as he began driving down the street. "Want to get something to eat? Maybe a snack?"

You shook your head immediately. "No, I'm not hungry. But stop and get yourself something if you want."

"What is going on, Y/N? You've hardly eaten anything today except for a skimpy salad and now you don't even want a snack? I can hear your stomach growling for God's sake."

"Nothing is going on. I'm just trying to… not depend on food so much."

"Is that the problem? You're on a diet?"

"It's not a problem, it's a solution."

"Not if it means starving yourself. Why are you trying to lose weight anyway?"

"It just came to my attention that I've gained some weight and I want to take it off before I get too comfortable with it."

"We're talking more about this as soon as we reach the hotel," Damian said. "Right now I need to concentrate on driving, but we definitely need to talk."

You nodded tiredly, "Okay."

You reached the hotel quickly-you highly suspected because Damian chose to speed-and let him help you out of the car. Then he was gathering your luggages and walking with you into the hotel.

Within minutes you were both in Damian's room.

"Okay, so what is this really all about? Why are you all of a sudden worried about your weight, Y/N," Damian asked as he sat on the bed and motioned for you to join him. Once seated, you turned toward him.

"I… I heard someone talking today. In the ladies room. About Nia Jax and her size."

"Okay," Damian encouraged you to go on. "Do you know who was talking about her?"

You nodded, "Yes. It was Mandy and her minions."

"Oh the Toxic Attraction chicks, huh?"

"Yeah. Well, pretty quickly… I got dragged into the conversation. They began talking about how big I'm getting…" Tears streamed down your face now. You couldn't stop them. Mandy said that if she were still on the main roster she'd take you off my hands."

"Mandy couldn't have me," Damian assured you, reaching up to wipe away some of your tears. "I don't even like her, let alone am I attracted to her."

You nodded, uncertainty on your face nonetheless. "I stayed quiet in the stall. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing I'd heard them."

"Bambina," Damian started softly, pulling you onto his lap.

You started to struggle against him though. You felt too bulky to sit in his lap. "Don't. I'm too heavy, Damian."

"Shhhh…." Damian shushed you and held you all the tighter. "You're not. You're perfect to me. And You're not going anywhere till I have you convinced of how beautiful you are."

With that, he pulled you even closer and trailed his lips over your temple. "Don't you ever think you aren't beautiful," he whispered. "You're absolutely breath-taking." He slowly dragged his lips down to your neck and his teeth grazed over the tender flesh. "And I'll support whatever you want to do; if you want to diet I'll support that. If you were to put on some more pounds, I'll support that. But just promise me, that if you choose to diet, you'll do it the healthy way and not starve yourself to death. Okay?"

You nodded shakily as his teeth nipped your neck. "O-okay."

"I love you, ya know?"

You froze. It was the first time the L-word had come out of his mouth in regards to you. "Damian… you don't have to say that just to make me feel bet-"

"I said it because I meant it," he interrupted you. Pulling back to look you in the eyes. "I don't throw that word around, believe me."

You smiled softly. "I love you too," you whispered, returning his kiss. Then you reached over and squeezed his hand. "I feel much better now. Thank you."

"I'll always be here for you cariña. Always."

THE END

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