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[cosmicflw3rr]

cash in.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you cash in at wrestlemania.

A/N: this is inspired by damian’s cash in, just something to put out while I work on my other things! btw pls request stuff I need to unleash my creativity 😈😈

btw in this short fic, for the inst post at the end im using pics from liv’s cash in, and a pic of bianca and montez but you can imagine yourself however you want it’s just pics i chose for the post :)

your nerves were jumbled up as you watched bayley and iyo sky fight for the title. their feud had been going on for a while now and was finally going to be resolved at the grandest stage of them all.

what they didn’t know was that tonight you’d finally cash in the money in the bank contract you'd been clutching for months. you had never found the perfect moment to make your move. yet, something in the air felt different, electric. today was the day you'd cash it in; you could just feel it.

you had to look away from the screen at the amount of close calls the match had, you moved away from the monitor sitting down on the couch in the little spot the tv crew had for the judgement day. damian, finn, jd and rhea also watched the match intently.

you held your head with your hands, sighing. your leg bouncing up and down anxiously. dominik, your boyfriend sat down next to you placing his hand on your knee to stop it from bouncing.

as soon as dom's hand touched your knee, you paused and locked eyes with him. "hermosa, talk to me," he urged, understanding the weight of the evening on your shoulders, yet not wanting you to be overwhelmed by stress.

leaning back, you let out a groan, the frustration clear in your voice. "what if it doesn’t work? what if I can't cash in the contract?" you shared your fears, the pressure mounting. "I might not get a chance like this ever again." the uncertainty of it all was eating at you.

you were convinced this was a once-in-a-lifetime shot, but dom saw things differently. he knew just how incredible you were in the ring, how you owned every match you fought and put your heart into everything you did. so to hear you think you weren’t ever going to get an opportunity like that again hurt, because he knew you would.

“listen amor.” when you wouldn't meet his gaze, he gently tilted your chin up, eyes meeting yours, and saw the worry glistening there. with a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered, "amor, don't worry. you've got this. you're one of the best wrestlers out there, and no matter what happens, there will be more chances. believe in yourself like I believe in you." his words were the comfort you didn't know you needed.

you eyes met dom’s as you nodded, understanding flickering between you. suddenly, the bell echoed, one, two, three times. your head whipped around to the screen, and there it was—bayley's victory. the members from your faction turned to you, their faces a mix of surprise and disbelief.

aithout a second thought, you grabbed your briefcase and bolted towards the gorilla, heart racing. "I'm cashing in! I'm cashing in!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. the production crew exchanged quick glances, barely able to process your words as you grabbed a referee by his shirt and charged onto the stage, adrenaline fueling your every step.

running down the ramp as your theme blared through the arena, the crowd erupted in cheers, instantly recognizing the moment unfolding. You reached the ring sliding into it with the referee on your heels. you turned thrusting the briefcase into his hands, “I’m cashing in!” you yelled.

he looked down at the briefcase his voice tinged with uncertainty, "are you sure?"

without hesitation, you shouted back, "yes, I'm cashing in, do it!" your hand came down hard on the briefcase, affirming your decision. the buzz from the crowd surged through you, adrenaline coursing wildly through your veins.

bayley staggered to her feet, unsteady. you bounced on the balls of your feet, ready, and as the bell chimed for the third time, you quickly delivered your finisher, the ripcord flatliner.

she hit the mat, motionless. yet, the roar of the crowd told you to keep going. you quickly pulled her to the ring's center, seizing her legs and cinching in a figure four lock, the cheers growing impossibly louder.

the excitement from the crowd was electric and the adrenaline in your body was hard to contain.

with the figure four perfectly locked in, bayley was trapped, dead center of the ring with no hope of grabbing the ropes. you yelled, teeth gritted, tightening the hold. then, the moment came—bayley tapped out, the bell sounding three times.

your music blared out as you released her, you scooted back, your spine meeting the ropes, shock written on your face. your hands flew to cover your eyes, tears leaving paths down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crowd's roar drowning your thoughts, the reality of the moment not quite sinking in.

wiping your tears, you turned to the referee, who held the championship title towards you. grabbing it from, you sat there dazed, just gazing at the title, a fresh wave of tears blurring in your eyes as pride swelled within you.

you got to your feet, lifting your arm, and the cheers from the crowd grew even wilder. you let out a smile, wiping away those involuntary tears. just then, at the top of the ramp, you noticed the judgement day coming out, cheering you on.

without missing a beat, you slipped out of the ring and bolted up the ramp. reaching the top, you found dominik first, waiting for you. the two of you collided into a tight embrace, him lifting and twirling you off the ground.

when your feet touched solid ground, you stepped back, locking eyes with him briefly, then sharing a tender kiss. after the kiss, you both melted into another warm hug, your arms around his neck and his on your waist.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I told you everything would work out.” he whispered, stirring fresh tears in your eyes. you nodded against his shoulder.

"I love you so much," you choked out, voice trembling, tears streaming down. breaking from the embrace, he tenderly held your face, wiping away the tears, then kissed you once more.

a smile broke through as he stepped aside, revealing the judgement day, all hyped up. In an instant, they swept you and dom up in a massive group hug.

you all erupted in cheers, bouncing around with excitement as each one expressed their pride in you, bringing a beam to your face. the group hug ended, and everyone turned towards the ring.

in a swift move, dom and damian hoisted you onto their shoulders, your hands clutching the title as you raised it high, pyro blazing in the background.

with a joyful shout, you took in the cheering crowd. after soaking in the moment, they carefully lowered you back down. you lifted your hand in triumph one last time before Dom draped his arm over your shoulder.

backstage, away from the roaring crowd, the intimacy of the moment enveloped you and dom as the judgment day trailed behind. you wrapped your arms around dom once more, this hug deeper, more personal.

tears freely flowed as the weight of your victory hit you, and dom was there, a comforting presence, rubbing your back gently. "I am so, so proud of you, amor. you've earned this and so much more," he whispered, his words a soothing balm to your overwhelmed emotions.

pulling back from the embrace, you brushed away the lingering tears, offering him a tender kiss. "thank you, babe. for everything," you murmured with heartfelt gratitude.

"this was all you," he replied, his pride in you evident.

"maybe, but your support has been my rock, the thing that's kept me pushing forward," you said, your voice laced with appreciation. his smile then met yours, and he leaned in to seal your shared moment with another kiss.

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[kyleoreillylover]

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Bloodline!Reader

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” + “Take out your anger on me. I can handle it."

Summary: Your family is pissing you off, and Dominik is more than happy to let you take your anger out on him.

A/N: Dominik brain rot is real and this is the result of it (this took so long 😭) and was inspired by the gif below. This is my first smut and probably my last, so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 6,016

Warnings: SMUT!! Cursing, family drama.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples, closing your eyes for a moment and feeling the incoming headache about to come as the room got louder and louder with anger. You opened your eyes to see Roman and Jimmy still arguing, yelling and getting closer and closer to each other. Jey was sitting in the corner, jaw clenched as he let them get into it. Solo was standing next to you, keeping a watchful eye on them in case things got out of hand. Your eyes met, and you can tell by the look in his eye he was done with all this shit too.

Why couldn't they talk this out like men instead of acting like children? You thought, rolling your eyes. You snapped out of your thoughts when Jimmy pushed Roman into the corner, all of you quickly getting up to separate them.

"You guys need to stop this!" You shouted angrily as you and Jey held Jimmy back, Solo trying to calm Roman down but to no avail.

"No, he needs to stop being a manipulative asshole! Apologize for losing? Acting like you wouldn't have lost without our help. My help. I ain't apologizing for shit, ‘Tribal Chief'!"

"Jimmy, chill out!" Jey tried, but Roman's laugh echoed throughout the room, and Jimmy tried to get out of our grips.

"Nah, let him run his mouth. You don't see your brothers acting like this, huh? Or your sister? You know why they aren't acting like this? Because they know that I am right, they know that you disgraced everybody. You disgraced this family, your ancestors, your legacy, and me, your Tribal Chief. You need to apologize for them, but most importantly, you will apologize to me."

"I ain't apologizing for anything! You wouldn't have even been Tribal Chief if it weren't for us, uce! You were a disgrace until we helped you get to the top! So if I am gonna apologize to anyone, I'ma apologize to myself for helping you get there in the first place!" Jimmy spat out, nostrils flaring as he clenched his fists, continuing to try and break out of our grip. You felt all the patience slip out of you in that very moment and you snapped, grabbing Jimmy’s shirt and pushing against the wall.

"You all need to shut the fuck up!" You screamed, Jimmy becoming lax in your grip with a look of shock on his face, the others quiet in shock as well. Finally, they shut up.

“You need to put your ego’s in check and start acting like men instead of acting like children!” You yelled furiously, scowling at them.

"He needs to-" Jimmy began, but you gave him a glare that could kill and he shut his mouth.

"You both need to stop trying to be right and start talking to each other like grown ass people. You need to stop holding grudges and let shit go. " You hissed, letting him go and turning towards Roman.

"And you need to keep your 'Tribal Chief' ego in check and stop crapping on people just because things don't go to plan." You snapped at him.

"Uce, calm down." Jey made his way towards you, trying to quell your anger before you said something Roman would make you regret, but you gave him a look and he backed away. You couldn't care less about Roman right now, he needed to hear the truth.

"Calm down? Are you kidding me?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Don't you see what's happening? You're giving everybody what they want. They want to see us crumble, want to see our dominance fall so they could rise and take our top spot here."

You looked at Jimmy, seeing his face turn from anger to a mixture of embarrasment and relization."You're feeding into Sami and Kevin, letting them get in your heads. Why do you think they keep digging and digging? Because they want to keep those titles, and your basically ensuring they win by engaging with their stupid bullshit!"

You turned to Roman, who was stunned silent for the first time in a while. He had rarely seen you angry, even when you were kids. You were always the moral compass for the group, keeping their moral up with your caring energy. But you thought that now they needed the hard truth instead of caring words.

"And you need to stop letting your ego cloud your morals. Just because we're family doesn't mean you get a pass to be an asshole." Roman met your challenged gaze, still silent but didn't look as angry as before. Solo stood next to him, a stunned look on his usually stone-cold face as he watched you rip everybody to shreds with a tone you usually reserved for your rivals.

"You all are out of your mind if you think I'm letting everything I worked hard for go to waste because you don't want to get along. Get it together the next time I see you, I'm getting some air." You casted everyone a look before grabbing your jacket, slipping it on and leaving the room.

You franticly sped out of the arena, needing to just breathe and feel the cool night air on your skin. The fans were long gone by this time, so you didn't need to worry about being spotted. You sat on a bench, putting your head in your hands and trying to breathe through the haze of anger you felt suffocating you and coursing through your veins.

"Trouble in paradise?" You snapped out of your daze, already knowing who it was and not bothering to pick your head back up.

"Shut up, Dominik. I'm not in the mood." You mumbled loudly enough for him to hear. You heard him laugh, not taking you seriously. "Ooh, the full name this time. What happened to Dom? Am I in trouble?"

You picked your head up, glaring at him. "I said I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone and find someone else to bother."

He stopped laughing, realizing you weren't joking. "What happened?"

"None of your concern. Are you deaf? Leave. me. alone." You made a move to stand up, but he pushed you back down gently, sitting down next to you.

"Can you not be annoying for once and actually listen to me?" You spat at him, trying to stand up again but he grabbed your waist, restraining you.

"What happened?" He repeated, seeing your eyes glazed with anger. He had never seen you this mad outside of the ring before, and it made him unnerved for it to be directed at him. You were usually playful with him, sometimes having mean banter with your character work but you both didn't mean any of it. But you were never like this.

"Family business." You finally answered him, short and clipped. You tried looking away from him but he gently grabbed your cheek.

"Look at me, mi corazon." You tried to ignore the way the pet name made your stomach tighten with butterflies and listened to him, looking deep into his eyes, distracting yourself with his brown orbs that almost made you forget about your anger. Almost.

"What did your family do?" You felt the anger rush back and you mockingly chuckled. “Jimmy and Roman keep starting arguments on literally anything instead of focusing on winning. Now everybody thinks were weak and vulnerable, even though I've done nothing but pull my weight!" You huffed out, breaking out of his grip and standing up, clenching your fists. You muttered to yourself angrily, wanting to scream, hit something, do anything to let out the frustration gnawing at you.

But Dominik stood up with you, grabbing your wrists, and yanking you back into his arms. You scowled at him, trying to pull away from him. “Let go of me!”

“Not until you breathe, mi vida.” He held your wrists in one hand and grabbed your face with the other, softly caressing your face, his heartbeat and husky smell of his cologne invading your scenes.

“Look at me, mi amor.” Dominik instructed, his brown eyes gazing into yours as you ignored the way your stomach churned everytime he spoke Spanish to you and kept trying to pull your wrists away from him. But he opted for letting go of your face, bringing your head into his chest, and you felt his hot breath near your ear as he nuzzled his head into your neck. "Cálmate, carino."

Screw him and his stupidly hot Spanish. You felt yourself melt into him, some calmness washing over you the longer you were in his arms. He let go of your wrists, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, shivering when he laid feather-light kisses onto your neck.

Dominik continued kissing your neck, loving the feeling of you in his arms and shivering under his touch. He waited for your breathing to slow down to let you go, but he wrapped an arm around your waist, not wanting you out of arms reach.

"You better now, sweetheart?" You nodded, you still felt that haze of anger but it wasn't at strong as before. "I need words, baby.”

"I'm better now, Dom." You grabbed his free hand and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

"I can tell now that you called me Dom." You rolled your eyes playfully at his smirk and grabbed the hand that was around your shoulder and held it, relishing in the smile he gave you.

“Do you have a ride back? Dominik asked, to which you shook your head. “I was too mad at the boys to drive with them, so I’ma just get an uber-”

“You’re riding with me.” You gave him an amused smile at his demanding tone, it was usually the other way around.

“You sure you don't need mami's permission for that?" You giggled when he yanked you closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forhead leaning against yours and his lips so, so close to yours.

"You know more than anyone I don't need her permission." Dom pushed his lips onto yours, kissing away your smirk and losing himself in the taste of you. God, you were addicting.

You kissed him slowly at first-as if you wanted to torture him-and he hated and loved you for it. He groaned into your mouth when you snuck a hand up to his hair, pulling it just the way you knew he liked it and kissing him even harder, your tongue slipping into his mouth. His fingers dug into your waist almost painfully as you clung to him, his touch burning your skin in the best way and you pulled his hair harder in response.

You pulled away first, the both of you panting and out of breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling brightly at him when he leaned into your touch. You felt the heat creep back up looking at him, his hair slightly touseled and his muscles showing through his dark black tee. You felt the urge to kiss him again, so you did. He laughed into your lips, letting you steal another kiss before pulling away. “I meant what I said before. I'm not letting you go into a random car by yourself in the middle of the night just because you're mad at your idiot brothers."

"They are not idiots."

"They are if they decided to make you angry." You laughed, playfully nudging him, and he grinned before brushing your hair out of your face. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him gaze at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart." You bit your lip, struggling to choose between your stubbornness or giving in to what you want. As if sensing your internal conflict, Dominik caressed your face, running his thumb over your lips, making you break out of your stupor. He smirked when you instinctively parted your lips, it’d been too long yet your bodies still remembered each other.

"Please?" You couldn't refuse him, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted to think of.

"Fine, but I get to have the aux." Music was the last thing on your mind, but he didn't need to know that. At least not right now.

"Deal, but only cause you have great taste."

"You're right. I do have great taste." You eyed him up and down, winking at him and giving him a smirk that made him utterly weak for you. "Lead the way. You're driving."

The drive was quiet, music playing softly in the background as you put a hand on Dom's thigh, inching higher and higher the closer you got to the hotel. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he tried to get himself under control. You grinned seeing him like this, letting you be in charge. You needed to release your anger and have a stress reliever, and he was more than willing to let you use him as one. It wouldn't be the first time.

Before you knew it, you were at the hotel. You kept your hands to yourself until you went into the elevator, and as soon as its doors closed, you were all over Dominik, gripping his shirt and pushing him against the wall, giving him a searing kiss.

He welcomed it, kissing you back just as hard, moaning into your mouth when you bit his lip. He grabbed your legs and hoisted you onto his waist as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get dizzy in his arms, letting out a whine when he slid his tongue against your lip to draw it between his teeth. Your mind switched off, and all you could do was feel feel feel. Feel his bruising grip on your legs, his lips nibbling and biting any part of your mouth he can find, the heat growing in between your legs, his muscles flexing underneath your arms as you both turned each other into a writhing mess.

Your back hit something cold, and you pushed Dom away instinctively and opened your eyes, realizing you were in front of the hotel room. He whined at the loss of contact, his mouth moving to your neck, and you groaned and arched into him when he sucked a sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Fuck, do that again." You demanded, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned your head on the wall, giving him more access to your neck. Dom let out an airy chuckle. You were hot when you got bossy. "Whatever you want, Mamacita." He murmured into your skin, obeying and kissing that same spot, trying to distract himself from the way your whines and whimpers were going straight to his dick long enough to get his keycard and open the room.

He brought you both into the room, setting you on the bed, hovering over you, and capturing your lips with his. Any coherent thoughts he had melted away as you deepened the kiss, distracting him with your tongue hot and probing in his mouth.

You took this opportunity to roll the both of you over and switch your positions, not breaking the kiss. You laid on top of him, gripping his shoulders for balance, and grinded your hips against his, internally smirking when Dominik threw his head back, hissing. You did that again, and again and again until he gripped your hips to stop you.

“Too much?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his neck, enjoying him writhing against you. He shook his head, but he could still see the hesitation in your eyes as you stopped kissing his neck. He snuck his hands underneath your jacket and shirt, rubbing circles onto your soft skin, feeling you relax into him.

"Don't be afraid to take your anger out on me. I can handle it." You picked your head up at those words, moving off from him and giving him a questioning look, wanting to be sure he wasn't uncomfortable. He gave you a sexy smirk that had you internally melting in response, shrugging off his shirt. You took off your own, muscled chest heaving as he eyed your bloodline jacket you threw across the room.

"You'd look better in my jacket." You rose a challenging brow, taking off your bra, smirking when Dom's head snapped down to your chest. You leaned down to his ear, sneaking your hand down to his jeans. Your boobs were pressed against his chest and hot breath against his skin making him shiver. You knew just how to drive him crazy.

"Treat me right tonight and maybe I will wear it." You nipped his skin harshly and palmed his dick at the same time. A moan ripped out of him as he arched into your hand, the last strand of composure he had slipping away from him as you continued to palm him.

"Ahh, please, please...don't stop." He pleaded, the rough material of his jeans rubbing into him deliciously and your hands already felt so good. You were making him feel like he was in heaven and you'd barely even begun.

He whined when you moved your hand away, trying to buck his hips up but you pushed his hips down, giving him a glare. "Did I tell you to move?"

"I'm sorry, mi amor-" Dom tried to mutter out as an apology, but you shook your head, cutting him off.

"I'll let it slide this time, but don't do it again. Did you forget that I'm in charge tonight, mi cielo?" He shook his head, his skin heating up and dick getting harder at your words. If speaking Spanish drove you absolutely crazy, imagine how it made him feel.

"Good. Now take off your pants." He obeyed, and you moved off him so he could sit up and pull them off. Once they were off, you moved on top of him, sitting on his chest. He gave you a pleading look, hands itching to touch you. You nodded, and his lips went to suck one of your boobs, his hands massaging your other one.

"Ahh...fuck Dom." You moaned out, the heat between your thighs only intensifying at the feeling of his warm mouth and soft lips sucking on your nipple. You tangled your fingers through his soft hair, biting your lip to contain your moans so the entirety of the hotel filled with wrestlers and your friends didn't hear you. He licked and nibbled at it making you arch your back and stifle your moans. He smirked into your skin, flicked your other nipple until it hardened, before biting and sucking his way down your chest and belly, your skin on fire from his touch.

Before his hands could travel lower, you pressed your hand against his chest. He quickly pulled away once he felt you pushing him, concerned eyes scanning your body for any injury or discomfort.

"Are you okay, Hermosa? Did I hurt you?" He asked, giving you another once over before you cupped his face to stop making him worriedly look into your eyes.

“No baby, you’d never hurt me.” You gave him a comforting look, reassuring him. He looked into your eyes for anything that said otherwise, and once he found none he let out an internal sigh of relief, letting himself lean into your touch. As much of an asshole he made himself to be on TV, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable.

You smiled when he leaned into your touch, stroking his cheek. You loved seeing this side of him he only reserved for you.

“I just thought you’d like it better like this.” You pushed him until his back hit the bed, straddling him. He groaned when you hovered over his face, his lips inches away from tasting your glistening wet pussy.

“Fuck, are you trying to kill me, mami?” Dom whined out, his voice husky with need as he gripped your thighs, trying to pull you down. You held onto the headboard before he could, stopping his attempts. “Please, let me taste you, mami.” He pleaded, giving you puppy dog eyes that you would fall for in any other circumstance. But you'll give him what he wants soon enough.

“Listen to me and I will.” You smirked at how quickly he quieted down at that, nodding at you. “This night is about me. I'm in control. Don't forget that, and maybe, I'll give you a reward. You understand, baby?”

"I understand, mi amor," Dom answered, his voice almost turning into a whine as he tried to control himself from yanking you and tasting you, he didn't want to risk a punishment from you.

"Good boy.” You cooed, the nickname and your sickly sweet tone making his cock harden even more. But he didn't have time to think about it because you were lowering yourself down, sitting on his face.

Your knees buckled and you immediately let out a moan as Dom sucked your clit harshly, hungrily eating you out and groaning into your pussy, making you moan even more.

It was like an out of body experience; you didn't register the moans coming out of you as he licked and toyed with your clit, egged on by the pretty sounds coming out of you. You grinded your face against him when he licked up and down your cunt, his tongue lapping at your folds. He gripped your thighs even tighter, and let you grip his hair and use him as you pleased.

Your moans got more high pitched and shakier as he used his mouth and strong jaw to work every inch of you, holding you tighter as you squirmed against him. He could tell you were getting closer to he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again, causing you to moan loudly and thread your fingers into the sheets. "F- fuck, oh my god, don't stop, Dom." You cried out.

"I don't plan on it, baby. " He mumbled, his words muffled under your pussy. You moaned at the vibrations of his voice that felt so good against your pussy and sent shivers straight up your spine, threatening to send you over the edge. He noticed your reaction and continued to mumble incoherently as his tongue played with your clit, making you get closer and closer to your high.

You shut your eyes when the pleasure became too much, clenching the sheets even tighter as you came with loud moans that sounded like music to Dom's ears. He helped you ride out your orgasm, licking and slurping your juices up until you were gripping his hair gently and trying to push him away.

Dominik tasted your pussy one last time before coming up to kiss you, smiling against your lips. He looked so pretty, hair matted and messy, his face red and lips soaked with your cum that you could taste as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

"Do I get my reward baby?" He asked, pulling away from the heated kiss, pupils blown out with lust. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as your lips kissed his sensitive skin, meeting his lips again.

"Of course sweetie, as long as you promise to fuck me so hard I forget everything but you."

He gave you a devilish smile that made your lower body heat up again, and in one swift move scooped you up effortlessly and turned your positions around, smirking down at your naked form.

"I promise. And you know I don't break my promises, mi corazon." His voice dropped into a low sexy whisper, eyes never leaving you like he couldn't wait- needed- to have you right then and there. He gave you one last smirk before lowering down and kissing you with intensity, with passion, like he was trying to tell you all the ways you made him high on you, how you were like a drug that he couldn't let go even if he wanted to.

And as his hands lowered down again, and found that one spot that made your eyes roll back and his cock ache when your body arched into him as if you couldn't get enough of his fingers, he knew he definitely did not want to let you go.

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You stirred awake gently, shifting under the sheets and feeling warmth surrounding you. Your tired limbs ached as you groggily turned, snuggling and trying to get closer to the heat, feeling a cool breath over your skin. It wasn't until you felt a soft, familiar breath against your neck that your eyes fluttered open, seeing Dominik 's face leaned in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

You smiled at his sleeping form that was cutely attached to you like a koala bear, like he couldn't get enough of you even while he was sleeping. You managed to move away from him just enough to get your phone from the nightstand, laughing quietly when Dom quickly pulled you back into his arms.

You snuggled back into his arms, turning on your phone and seeing the multiple missed calls and new messages you had come through from the twins, Paul and Solo, and surprisingly Rhea while your phone was silent while you and Dom were definitely the opposite. You didn't even bother opening Paul, Jimmy or Romans messages, you didn't have the energy for it.

You opened Rhea’s message first, the two of you were close but she only texted you for emergencies, so you were a bit worried.

DOM’S DOM So, did you and Dom Dom have fun last night?

You weren’t surprised. It was like she had a sixth sense for when you and Dom hooked up.

Yes, we did. I’m not even gonna ask how you know. Mami always knows sweetheart. Bit disappointed you didn’t come to my room though. I haven’t seen you in forever! I can see you later if you let me use you as a cover.. please? Can't exactly tell my brothers about Dominik, can I? You know I can’t say no to you and I can't resist seeing your cute little ass. Catch you later, princess. 🖤 Thank you! See you later babe💗

JEY<3

Yo sis, I know you still mad but I ain't asking you to talk to them, but at least let me know if you're safe or not.

You smiled at his concern, texting him back. He was one of the few in your family who didn't annoy you, aside from Solo.

Yeah, I'm good, just resting up. Just know I'm not mad at you though, just those two bozo heads. See you later <3

You then opened, and frowned, at Solo’s message.

Solo<3

So you with a guy?

There was no way he knew. You weren’t even at the same hotel?! Why and how the hell did he suspect it?

No, I was rooming with Rhea last night. Why are you asking? Just making sure you good. Roman’s kinda pissed at you. He wants to see you later. I’m good, and Roman can stay pissed for as long as he wants. I said nothing but the truth.

You shut your phone off, not wanting to think about your family acting like man children any longer.

You smiled and let out a sigh when you felt Dom trail kisses down on your neck, it was like he could read your mind. It was one the many things you loved about him; he knew what you needed before you yourself even knew. You leaned back, giving him more access to your neck, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. He continued kissing your skin for a few more moments before propping himself up and meeting your eyes, a soft smile on his face as he took you in.

“You sleep well, hermosa?” He asked with that husky morning voice you always wanted to wake up to as his eyes raked over your form, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” You admitted, giggling at the satisfied smirk that played on his lips.

"I'm glad I could tire you out." Dom teased you, smirk widening when you leaned closer to him to kiss him. Your fingers tracing a path down his chest as you slowly kissed him, savoring the taste of morning on his lips. His arms pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to convey all the desire that had built up during the night.

Breaking the kiss, you traced your fingers lightly along the contours of his jawline, savoring the feel of his stubble beneath your touch. He relaxed into your touch, his hazel eyes gazing at you with a knowing look.

"Your idiot family still bothering you?" Dominik treaded lightly, not wanting to ruin the mood.

You rolled your eyes at the mention of them. "They aren't idiots." You gave him a pointed look when he lifted up a brow and he raised his hands up in defense. "But yes, Roman wanted to meet up with me."

"To apologize to you, right?" Dom moved away from you and sat up when he was met with silence and a guilty look. "Don't tell me your thinking of apologizing to him, mi corazon."

"I don't know, Dom," you sighed, also sitting up and running a hand across your face. "I know Jimmy will apologize to me, he loves me too much to stay mad at me. But Roman would rather drop dead than apologize. And it'll just cause tension if we act like we are in a cold war with each other."

Your heart hurt at the look Dominik was giving you, but you didn't know what else to do except reassure him. "Trust me, it's just easier this way."

"It would be easier if you just joined Judgment Day!"

You sighed and shook your head at Dominiks words. It wasn't the first time he brought it up, and it wouldn't be the last time you refused his offer either. After all those late nights hanging out after shows at Waffle House or other rendezvous activities you'd have, with the two of you cuddled up next to each other, away from the pressure of famous families and overzealous egos, when nothing else but the moon could shine a light on your innermost thoughts, was when he would gain the courage to ask you.

You always looked like you were close to considering it, but it would turn morning and all signs of even maybe accepting it would wash away and be replaced with fear and with you bringing up Roman. And he'd drop it, but he never understood why you did. He could protect you, give you the power you wanted with the Judgment Day! Why didn't you trust him? Why were you so scared of Roman?

"You know more than anyone I can't do that, Dom."

"But you can! You want to stay at the top, we can keep you there!" Dominik insisted, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. "The guys will like you, and Rhea already loves you! We won't treat you like Roman. He treats you like—"

"Like family." you finished his sentence, a hint of bitterness in your voice and a look Dominik couldn't place on your face. "And that's why I can't leave him. At least, not right now." 

Dominik perked up at your last sentence, his eyes searching yours for a hint of understanding. "Not right now?" he questioned, hope flickering in his gaze.

You gave him a small smile, the look in your eyes telling more than words could. "Not right now."

And that was all the confirmation he needed. He didn't need to know anything else- he knew you'd handle it and come to him when the time was right.

His smile mirrored yours as you moved closer to him, your tone shifted from serious to teasing, wanting to change the tense mood. "But until then, don't get in trouble with my family. Solo already suspects us, I don't need him trying to beat your ass."

Dominik laughed, wrapping an arm around you, the tension between you two dissipating as he responded, "Baby don't worry, you know I can take him."

You gave him an amused smile and leaned into him. "Oh, is that why you were hiding behind Rhea last night?"

Dominik chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I wasn't hiding behind her! I was just... checking out the best angle to hit him, y'know?"

"Mhm, whatever you say baby." You mocked him, giggling at the pout he gave you and deciding to kiss it off of him. Dominik couldn't help but smile against your lips as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving in sync with yours.

Breaking the kiss, you grinned up at him before looking up at the clock and seeing the time.

"Speaking of Rhea, I promise I would hang out with her later. So I better get out of bed before she beats me up." You barely made a move to get out of bed before Dominik whined and pulled you on top of him.

"Can't you stay here longer? She can wait." Dominik pleaded with puppy dog eyes, begging you to stay with him.

You couldn't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes and how he pulled you back onto the bed. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Dominik grinned, his arms wrapped around you as he nuzzled your neck. "So, does that mean you're staying?"

Your hands gently played with the ends of his hair, "How about this? We hop in the shower, make up for lost time, and once we're all clean and pretty, we can go grab some breakfast, and then I'll meet up with Rhea. Deal?"

Dominiks face lit up with a mischievous grin at the thought of you in the shower with him.

"Deal!" he replied enthusiastically, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. He then reluctantly let you go and climbed out of bed, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you out of bed and lead you to the bathroom. As soon as all of your clothes were shed and the water was on, Dominik picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours, lifting you and bringing the both of you in the shower.

"Dominik... Not now." You managed to protest between kisses as the warm water cascaded over both of you. He ignored your protests in favor of the moans sputtering out of you as he trailed his lips down your neck, sucking harshly into your supple skin.

"Hermosa, I want to taste my breakfast right now." He mumbled into your skin, addicted to the blissed out expression on your face as continued kissing you, lowering himself onto his knees. He was just enamored and completely addicted to you and the hold you had on him.

And you couldn't get enough of him either, just as addicted to him as he was to you. He was just purely addictive- his personality, his charm, his aura,  just him. And as you grabbed a fistful of his hair on the back of his head and guided him right where you wanted him, you knew two things.

Rhea would kill you both after this.

And 2, that you were officially a goner for Dominik. The man who many on the roster called a snake, a manipulative, a liar, a sell out. A man who burned everything he hurt to the ground.

But you wanna know what the scary part was? That you didn't even care.

Not one bit.

And if you got burned?

You would gladly get engulfed in flames if somewhere in that fire you'd get the warmth of his love.

[edgessunflower]

Extra warmth

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You can't get warm enough to sleep so your girlfriend helps

It was cold and due to your house being quite old it was very cold inside and you were tired after coming home from overtime only to find your girlfriend Rhea making dinner which made you smile before wrapping your arms around her. You had been in bed under the covers for the last fifteen minutes and even still from the moment you walked in the room you were still very cold trying to get warm under the covers still as Rhea showered in the bathroom before drying off throwing on boxers and a strapless bra finding you almost burrito wrapped under the covers making you chuckle lightly with a raised brow as she threw a shirt on while speaking softly to you, "Love, what are you doing?" you looked up at her immediately reaching for her knowing just how warm she always was which you still never knew but boy did you need her body warmth and her at this point with how cold and tired you were barely able to keep your eyes open and only being able to from how cold you were even under the covers as you reached for her as she climbed in bed. She wrapped her arms around you feeling just how cold you were as you wrapped yourself around her like a koala to a tree pulling the covers over her which made her body heat flood the covers leading to you sighing in relief and content while snuggled to her feeling warmth wash over you from the tips of your toes to your head as you then and at last fell asleep after mumbling an I love you to rhea who placed a kiss to your temple returning the three words, she held you tightly rubbing her hand over your back sticking your feet between her thighs and your hands under her shirt gently rubbing your hands to keep them warm along with the fabric against her body being sure that you were warm and comfortable until she had fallen asleep as well.

[becauseimswagman1]

Jealous, much?

Trick Williams x Reader

A/N: This some smutty ass shit y'all. MDNI! Y'all are responside for your own reading exposure.

Warnings: sexy ass Trick Williams, minor coochie touching, unprotected p in v (no glove no love y'all! Come on!), choking, good communication, and dirty talking

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You scoffed looking at Lash and Trick in the ring together after his match. He was just reprimanding you about your onscreen relationship with Melo. You’re gonna ask him about this when he gets back, too, cause there’s no way he’s tryna play this game. 

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Trick came to the back on cloud nine! He and Lash had finished cutting that promo and everybody was feeling it! They truly had good chemistry, but not better than him and you. His girl, you, Trick loved so much. One day, it’ll be you and him cutting promos and working onscreen together, creating real magic, just like how y’all do outside of the ring.

After getting congratulations from the staff, Trick went to find you. You were the person he wanted to see the most after every show, win or lose. But, you found him before he found you. 

You had this look on your face that meant nothing but trouble, he could tell you were annoyed about something. 

“Heyy~, baby.” Trick wrapped his arms around you, but when you pushed him away, he knew something was seriously wrong, “Yo, which one of these girls done pissed you off? Cause Trick Willy gone handle that on behalf of you baby.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you said, “Can we talk somewhere privately? Too many listening ears around.”

Trick furrowed his brows concerned, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go back to my locker room.”

On the way there, you thought of how you could phrase what you wanted to say, so you didn’t come off angry. Though, you were angry, coming off that way through tone would just upset Trick and the conversation would be done through screaming instead of understanding. 

“Aight, baby, what’s wrong?” Trick asked when y’all finally got into the room.

“What happened to loyalty?” 

“Bae, what you talking bout? Loyalty? What?” Trick tried to wrap his arms around you, but you pushed him away.

He was confused, you were fine all night. What changed your mood so quickly?

“You and Lash out there… together like that…” you trailed off. 

“Oooh okay, this what you upset about. Bae, that’s just work, it’s nothing else going on.” 

Crossing your arms over your chest once again, you huffed, “That’s exactly what I said about Carmelo and I, but you nearly lost your job tryna stop something that wasn’t anything to begin with. It’s my JOB to have chemistry with him.”

Trick scoffed, “I know Carmelo. That’s not professional what he’s doing. He’s making actual passes at you 'cause you my girl and you know it.”

You cocked your head a little, “I know it? Okay,” you took a deep breath to calm yourself, “Trick, all I wanted was for you to get a taste of your own medicine. To see how you are through someone else’s eyes. Sure, I’ve noticed that some of Melo’s actions are inappropriate and I will talk to him about that. But, you also need to see that Lash’s actions are more than just work-related too and I know you see that. So, you need to get on her before I do.”

Trick nodded his head, “Okay, maybe there were some-” 

You cut him off, “Maybe? Trick, come on.”

Trick sighed, “Fine. There have been some things I picked up on. I just ignored it cause I knew I had someone better than Lash. I knew I had you waiting for me with open arms after every show. You my beginning and end, baby. You the woman I wanna walk down the aisle to see waiting for me. I love you.”

You smiled and sniffed a little, “Baby, don’t make me cry! I love you too.”

Trick wrapped his arms around, successfully this time, sighing with contentment at finally embracing you, “Don’t cry. We got some celebrating to do.”

Pulling away from the hug, “Oh we definitely do. Now, gimme that Trick Willy loving.”

Trick smirked, “Oh? In the locker room? Where everybody can hear you be loud?”

You smirked this time, “It’s not like we haven’t done it in here before, and,” you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I won’t be the only loud one.”

Trick kept his smirk at your statement. He was excited to see this side of you. 

Lifting the bottom of your dress to slip his hands under it, caressing your ass, “Showtime baby.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips with yours, teasing you just a bit, and then he kissed you with such passion and force, that you almost stumbled backward. Kissing you always gets Trick harder than ever. Even the slightest of pecks causes him to chub a bit sometimes.

He rubbed your ass more, switching between cupping it in his hands and jiggling it. Then, he moved one of his hands to the front of your underwear, rubbing you.

You were borderline soaking through your underwear. You shared the intimate sentiment with Trick with kissing. 

“Wet already baby? Hm? You wet for me?” he rubbed your clit, putting a little pressure on it. 

You were ready to collapse in his arms. You didn’t know how badly his admittance of wanting to marry you had affected you. 

“Please…” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Please, what? Huh, baby? Please, what?” Trick kissed your neck and pressed down a little harder, continuing to rub agonizingly slow. 

“I wanna cum on your dick, baby,” you said, lifting your head.

“Is that right? On my dick?” he pulled his hand from your heat, “Whatever you want baby?”

You looked into Trick’s eyes while tugging down his shorts, “Whatever I want?”

“Already know it.” 

“Good.” you stopped pulling at his shorts, “Take it out.”

The difference in your voice had Trick taken aback. Who did he just awaken?

He listened and whipped it out, stroking it a bit, 

“Now, sit down.”

“Shit….” he mumbled.

When he didn’t move fast enough for your liking, you pushed his shoulders a little, “Sit down, baby.”

Trick quickly went to sit down in a chair like you demanded.

You slid your underwear off and then climbed onto his lap. You grabbed his dick and rubbed it against your wetness, “I love you, Trick.” you said as you lifted yourself up and put the tip in. 

Trick grabbed your hips, attempting to help you slide down all the way, but you weren’t having it. 

“Move your hands, baby.” You were going to teach him a lesson. Coming at you sideways about another man while another woman was pushing up on him and he had the nerve to act clueless. You’ll slide down when you feel like it.

Grinding on his tip had Trick curling his toes, “Fuu…”

You stopped grinding, “What was that?” 

“Fuck me.” Trick said in the most whiny voice. You’ve never heard him like this. That shit had you dripping more than you already were. You knew you couldn’t deny yourself pleasure any longer, so you slid down. 

Trick finally felt like he could breathe. The teasing was finally over, “Shiit, please move.”

You smirked, now he was the one saying please. Moving your hips was a Godsend on Trick’s end. Your teasing on his tip and your controlling demeanor had him on the edge. 

“Shit… tell me how you feel baby. Tell me how it feels being in a pussy this good.” You bounced on his dick, making a point to come down hard, slamming your ass down on his lap. 

“Feels so good inside you, baby,” Trick wrapped his arms around your back, “Love being inside you, fuck.”

You bounced harder, a slapping noise mixed with yours and Trick’s moans can only be heard. You held your breasts as you rode him, “You wanna cum? I wanna cum. You gonna make me cum?” you asked him.

Trick nodded rapidly, “Yeah, baby. Want you to get yours.” his arms around you tightened, making you go faster. 

“Ooh fuck, fuck, fuck. Keep going, baby. I’m so close.” you moved one of your hands to rub your clit in fast circles, “SHIT! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

“Mhm, mhm. Let go for me. That’s right.” 

You twitched in his arms, a creamy ring forming around his dick. You flooding his lap. 

Trick slowed your bouncing down and looked at your fucked out expression. 

“You always look so fucking sexy after a good nut.”

Outta breath, you said, “Time to get yours.” then pushed his back flush to the chair y’all were sitting in together and rested your hands on his shoulders, “Take it.”

Trick planted his feet and started bouncing you again, thrusting up in time to meet your ass against his thighs, “Oh shit, baby.”

“Yeah? You getting close baby?” you slide your right hand up to his neck, applying a little pressure.

Trick felt a new pleasure, he had never been choked before, and the sensation was going straight to his dick. Trick had to slow down to prevent himself from coming too quickly.

“What you doing to me, baby? Fuck, you feel so good!”

You tightened your grip on his neck, “Come on, Trick. Get yours, baby.”

Trick unwrapped his arms and grabbed your ass, spreading your ass cheeks, and truly started fucking up into you. Lifting you, slamming you down, and thrusting up to meet that shit in the middle. 

“Shit, I’m almost there.” Trick’s eyes rolled back and stayed there, pleasure almost becoming too much. “Baby, baby, baby, fuuckkkk I’m finna bust.”

“Me too, baby, me too.” Seeing Trick in this state did more to and for you than you thought it ever could. Seeing him losing his mind like you normally would has you close. 

He moved you even faster on his dick, his moans getting lost in his throat, “Yeah, baby... wanna nut in that pussy.”

“Yeah? You wanna nut in me, baby? Ask for permission!” you knew you were done for if he did this. One hand is still on his neck and the other arm is thrown completely around his neck. You were holding on for dear life.

“Please! Lemme bust in you! Fuuu… please I can’t hold it!” his toes were curled impossibly tight.

“Cum with me Trick! Ohmy-fuck baby Yes!!” you came with a scream, wetting up his thighs and his lower stomach.

Rapidly nodding his head, he came with a long groan. Slowing down, but continuing to bounce you to ride out the high for as long as he could. 

“Oh shit,” Trick rested for forehead against yours, “Felt so good, baby.”

You kissed him as a response. Needing to feel his lips on yours to ground you a bit more from the earth-shattering orgasm you just had. 

And when Trick started to suck your tongue into his mouth, you took that as a sign to go another round, so you ground your hips. 

Trick grabbed your hips tight and stopped you, “Nah, I need a minute. You really wore me out.”

You giggled, “I guess I did, huh?”

He chuckled, “Maybe I should get you jealous more often, huh? Especially if you get like this.”

You smacked his chest, “Boy, hush up. Ain’t nobody jealous… but we both gone get our acts together about this, though.”

Trick nodded, “For sure.”

Getting close to his lips, brushing yours over his just like he did you, “You tell that girl what’s up and I’ll do you like this and more.”

He groaned at the thought, “I’ll make sure she knows her place.” 

You pecked his lips, “Good. Now let’s get cleaned up so we can go home and go a couple more rounds.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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[sydsaint]

I am finally back 😌😌

So have some flirty power ranger <3

Summary: Reader is an old friend of Nathan's who drops by NXT for a show and is introduced to Nathan's flirty luchador partner, Axiom.

It's a usual hot evening in Florida at the Performance Center. You make your way past the security gate, flashing your ID at the guard before making your way inside the cool building. Once inside, you head down to the locker room area and find the locker room of the current NXT tag champs.

You knock sharply on the door and wait for an answer. Shuffling can be heard from behind the door while you wait, and a few seconds later Nathan peaks through the door.

"Nate!" You greet him with a warm smile.

"YN?" A look of surprise flashes across Nathan's face, and he opens the door a bit wider.

You giggle and nod. "In the flesh, Nate. Miss me?" You muse and go in for the hug.

"Course I missed you!" Nathan cracks an ecstatic smile and pulls you into a warm and inviting hug. "It's been too long, YN." He holds you against him, savoring the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.

"Mm. It has." You agree with him, and pat his back before finally letting go. "I heard you got a new tag partner. And that you two are the tag champs? Moving up in the world without me, Nate?" You tease him.

Nathan chuckles and steps back to let you into the locker room. You step inside and shut the door behind you.

"Yeah. That's us." Nathan nods, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "YN, this is my partner, Axiom. Axiom, this is, YN. She's an old friend." He gestures to his masked tag partner standing further in the room.

You turn your attention on Nate's tag partner. Not the tallest guy in the world. But he's lean and muscular from what you can tell. His face is covered by a purple and gold luchador mask. Obviously inspired by Power Rangers.

"Hi!" You step forward and greet Axiom with a smile and an outstretched hand. "I'm, YN. It's great to meet you. I love the mask, by the way. Loved Power Rangers as a kid." You add.

"Thank you." Axiom nods and shakes your hand firmly. "I have to say, Nathan never mentioned having such a beautiful friend." He adds, and you can almost hear the charming smile he's surely flashing behind his mask.

You crack an amused smile and pull your hand back to your side. "Nate! You never said he was a charmer." You joke with a giggle.

"I didn't know he was so smooth out of the ring." Nathan chuckles.

"I'm full of surprises, my friend." Axiom matches his laugh. "So. How do you know, Nathan?" He asks you.

You shift and sit down between him and Nathan on the bench.

"Me and Nate go way back." You explain. "He was trained by Seth Rollins. Who just so happens to be my half-brother. So we've known each other for a while."

"So we're in the presence of greatness?" Axiom muses.

You laugh at him quip and shake your head. "I'm just a designer." You assure him.

"Beautiful and humble." Axiom replies. "Your lovely friend is quite the catch, Nathan."

"So I'm told." Nathan chuckles. "Will you be staying for the show, YN?" He asks you.

You nod and flash the VIP pass hanging around your neck. "Yes! Front row seats. I'm excited to see the show. You and Axiom are in it, right?" You ask him.

"Yeah." Nate nods. "We're defending our belts against Tony D and Stacks."

"I look forward to seeing you two in action." I grin eagerly and stand up. "Speaking of which. I should probably head out to my seat."

Nathan nods and stands as well. "We'll see you out there." He goes in for a small side hug.

"Hug for good luck?" Axiom stands up too, arms outstretched for a hug.

"Of course!" You giggle and hug him as well. "Good luck, boys. I'll see you out there."

Axiom and Nathan both nod and see you out of their locker room. You head out into the arena and find your seat right against the barricade near the stairs at the corner of the ring. The spot gives you an optimal view of the ring and the ramp.

The show starts and you enjoy the matches. You cheer and boo along with the crowd, overall having a great time.

Eventually, the time comes for Nathan and Axiom's match. You eagerly cheer as they make their entrance. Nathan winks and high-fives you when he passes and Axiom stops in front of you.

"You look like you're having a wonderful time, Amorcita." He comments.

"I am!" You assure him with a giggle at the sweet pet name. "Good luck!"

Both men step inside the ring and wait for their opponents to come down and join them. Once everyone is in their place, the bell rings and the match gets underway.

You sit and cheer all throughout the match. Watching Nathan and Axiom awe the crowd with their high octane moves is a sight to see in person. Bewitching, almost. Especially Axiom, who throws a flirty line or move your way every time he nears you during the match. It's charming and charismatic as hell. And you can feel yourself becoming more and more drawn in with every word and move he makes.

The match comes to an end when Nathan pins Stacks for the three-count. The boys are handed back their tag belts from the referee and the crowd cheers. You cheer their name just as loud, and the camera's stop streaming for the night.

"Amorcita!" Axiom walks up to you against the barricade with Nathan at his side. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asks you.

"I did, yes!" You nod eagerly. "You and Nate put on quite the show. And the rest of the performances were great too."

Nathan nods, still panting from the match, and adjusts the belt on his shoulder. "Thanks, YN." He smiles at you.

"Are you busy by any chance?" Axiom can't help but ask. "I'd love to offer an all access backstage pass to you." He grins.

"Oh?" You giggle. "Lucky me. Let me just come around the barricade." You move to take the long way around.

You have barely taken a step away when Axiom sets a hand on your arm. "Nonsense, Carina." He shakes his head.

In one swift movement you are in his arms and being pulled over the barricade with ease before being set on your feet again.

"Ah!" You laugh as you're easily lifted off your feet. "Well, that's certainly more efficient." You muse.

"You're very welcome, princessa." Axiom chuckles. "Shall we?"

You nod with a small blush on your cheeks. "Lead the way, romeo." You joke.

[jordanswwe]

you’re perfect

grayson waller x reader

summary: y/n and grayson are bestfriends, until it turns into something more. with a fight breaking out, a love confession arouses.

y/n and grayson have been bestfriends since grayson had been on survivor. they met through indi hartwell. it was a windy day and indi was having a celebration on winning one of the most prestigious titles on the independence scene. y/n finally arrived to the party and that’s when she saw him.

when y/n walked inside, grayson’s attention immediately went to her. she was the most beautiful human he’d ever seen. he decided to keep it cool though and not make it known.

“hello beautiful” he said to her. with his shoe in his hand. you had remembered that indi told you one of their friends were obsessed with doing shoeys.

“mind passing me one of your shoes, i would use mine but shit cost money” she said laughing.

grayson handed her his other shoe and laughed at what y/n just said. “i love your humor lad.”

grayson and y/n hung out the whole night. doing shoeys, talking, and exchanging numbers. indi saw all of this and she was very intrigued.

“we’ll i have to get going, but it was lovely getting to know you y/n” grayson said.

as soon as grayson left y/n was no bombarded by a curious indi hartwell. “omg, what was that” she asked excitingly. “just another hot man, but there’s something specifically special about him” y/n said laughing.

over the years the friendship that was going on between grayson and y/n only grew stronger by the day. then they reunited in wwe.

“hello stranger” grayson said approaching y/n.

“omg” y/n said excited as she jumped in grayson’s arms. “i can’t believe you’re finally here” she said.

you had knew that grayson made it into wwe, but due to covid, he has to wait for the travel ban to be lifted.

“i’ve missed you so much” he said continuing to hug his bestfriend.

— later that night —

grayson was having his first match and he wanted to completely show everyone what he was made of. as la knight was lying on the barricade behind the announce table grayson had the bright idea to try to make a long jump from the top rope. this being his first match, he missed and went flying into the second barricade behind la knight.

after the match grayson was rushed to the trainers room where he was met by y/n and indi. she seemed so worried about him and she looked so concerned for someone she cared about, someone she loved.

“what were you thinking” y/n said with a shaky voice. indi must’ve been able to read the room because she immediately left. “you could’ve gotten more hurt and it could’ve been more serious.” she added.

“you need to be more safe with what you do in the ring gray, if you would’ve gotten seriously hurt i don’t know what i would do.” y/n said.

grayson threw his ice pack, not at what y/n was saying, but at the fact he had a slip up in his debut match. “i don’t know why i’m here, i couldn’t even do that simple move that i’ve done plenty of times on the indies.”

“it’s okay, you’re still an amazing wrestler and you learn from your mistakes. you’ll get it next time.” y/n said.

“you don’t understand, slip ups don’t sit well with fans. they judge you on everything you do and slip ups lead to many hate comments.” grayson said fuming.

“why should it matter. you should know your worth gray, you’re one of a kind” she said.

“i don’t know why you’re trying to be so positive. tell me i suck for the mistakes i made in that match, tell me i suck because i almost got injured in my debut match.” grayson began to ramble on and on. as he kept saying negative things towards himself. y/n had heard enough.

“you know what gray. i literally love you so much that it physically hurts me. my stomach ties into knots whenever i’m around you and i can’t think of anything by you. whenever you’re around me i feel comfort. you’re my home.” y/n said practically on the verge of tears being bursted out like the floodgates. “you ask why i keep saying positive things about you, it’s because there’s nothing negative about you. you’re perfect grayson. i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.” y/n had loved grayson for so long and it upset her so much to see him so upset with himself.

grayson just sat there for a moment shocked at what y/n had just said. at what she basically just confessed “y/n, my love. you have no idea how long i’ve waited for you to say that y/n. i love you more than life itself. ever since i saw you years ago at indi’s party. i knew you were going to be something special in my life.” grayson said to her smiling with all his worries away.

grayson looked at y/n with pure emotions and he leaned in for a kiss. he was met with the lips of y/n. years of love, want, passion, and affection was put into this kiss. both of them had known all along that they were each others forever.

since then, grayson has became a human highlight reel and he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion about him. the only opinion he loved and appreciated was yours.

~~~~

i had to write a grayson waller post because he’s literally the hottest man on earth and he deserves way more of these.

[leahsflwer]

Ilja Dragunov Masterlist 🇷🇺🤍

༘♡ · Dating Headcanons

༘♡ · “Enemies with benefits” - Ilja Dragunov Imagine (SMUT) [ON THE WAYYYY!!!!]

[cosmicflw3rr]

things we’ve never said.

dominik mysterio x fem!reader

summary: you and dom have been friends for as long as you can remember, but when he begins to distance himself from you, everything falls apart. will you crumble under the weight of it all and confess your true feelings to him?

A/N: I could not come up with a good title for thiss.. 😭 also this is my first time ever writing on here so lmk how you guys feel about itt.

you and dom have been close friends since you were young. growing up with parents in the WWE, you and him would hang out whenever your parents brought you to work.

throughout the years the two of you remained close, the both of you following in your parents footsteps and becoming wwe wrestlers. you and him becoming inseparable, since you got drafted to raw.

even though he was in the judgment day, and you were making a name for yourself, you always found a way to support and be there for each other.

as time passed, it hit you that dom was gradually drifting from you. the post-show hangouts you both used to have were replaced by solo nights in your hotel room, binging your favorite show.

and you traded in your late-night waffle house trips for early morning trips to the hotel gym, trying to clear your mind.

while the friendship you shared with dom started to fade, his connection with rhea only grew stronger, leaving you to deal with your thoughts.

you could feel yourself fading into the background, witnessing all the moments that once belonged to you and dom now being shared with her instead.

avoiding both of them had become your new routine, yet there was only so much you could do when your job meant crossing paths every week, making escape almost impossible.

but you held your own. there were times you’d run into dominik but you’d just ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him.

you were doing your best to try and move on from the situation, but your attempts at ignoring reality only caused you pain.

when your paths would cross it was like your entire body was consumed in pain as you watched them be happy together even if it was just for a second.

you could try and hold yourself together all you want, but it felt like your heart was ripping apart every time you saw them.

you had been sitting backstage waiting for your time to go out to the ring, you had a match against becky lynch. you were just waiting for rhea to get done with her call out promo.

the air in the ring was tense from their ongoing feud, full of sharp words and taunts. you felt a twinge of nerves, not just for the match but because dom was always rhea's shadow, and tonight was no exception.

glancing at the screen, you saw rhea laying down her final words, with dom looming behind her like a puppy.

your leg instinctively started bouncing up and down, dreading the inevitable awkwardness that came with being anywhere near dom. It was just one of those things that made you wish you were anywhere else.

rhea's theme hit, and she strutted out of the ring, her and dom making their way backstage slowly, nibbling on your lip to find some calm. someone sat down in the seat next to you, but you were too wrapped up in your own head to notice.

a moment passed, then a familiar voice cut through, "hey, you okay?" you glanced over to find liv, a good friend of yours, looking at you with concern. you pulled yourself together and offered a small, convincing-enough smile.

“oh- yeah, I'm good," you responded, as much as you liked to think you had a good poker face you didn’t. and liv saw right through you.

"if its about the match don’t worry, you’ll kill it." she said slowly, a touch of uncertainty in her tone. "but something tells me that's not it."

releasing a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, you asked with a hint of humor, "Is it that obvious?" liv was clued in on everything; you two had become closer ever since you and dom stopped talking. she had become your ride-or-die.

she just shrugged and said, "no, I just know things." as you rolled your eyes with a smile. right then, a crew member gave the five-minute warning. you rose to get moving, but liv called out to you. "y/n/n."

turning to face her, "everything's gonna be okay." you gave her a soft smile and sent a playful kiss her way before heading to the curtains.

as you approached, rhea slipped through them holding her title over her shoulder without a glance your way. but when dom passed by, his gaze found yours.

In that quick moment, your heart skipped a beat, time seemed to stop, stretching the seconds out endlessly. a series of unspoken questions and unresolved issues hovered in the space between you two. that look between you two spoke more than words ever could.

it was the first direct eye contact you'd made with him in weeks. and just like that, it was over, the moment ending as quickly as it had arrived.

he passed by, his gaze leaving you and locking on rhea, and that strange, churning sensation in your belly returned. It was puzzling, a feeling you couldn't quite name.

suddenly, your theme rung out. you took a breath placing yourself in your confident persona, you’d walked out to the ramp beaming that confident grin with your arms wide, you soaked up the the cheers of the crowd washing over you like a wave.

you found yourself forgetting about everything, right now it wasn’t about you. it was about your fans. and one thing you weren’t going to do was let your personal life interfere with your job.

strutting down the ramp, you exchanged grins and nods with the fans, their excitement mirroring your own. slipping between the ropes, you blew the audience a kiss before sauntering to your designated corner.

crouching, anticipation tingling through you, you waited for the signal.

ding! ding! ding!

The bell's ringing sent your heart racing—it was go time. you and becky lunged at each other, each fighting for control, neither of you letting up.

becky dashed toward the ropes, bouncing off with momentum, but you were ready and landed a superkick right to her face. she stumbled backward, and you quickly went for the your finisher, a ripcord flatliner. as soon as becky’s body hit the mat you pushed her shoulders down and went for the cover.

1! 2! 3!

your music echoed throughout the arena, signaling the end of the match. shifting off becky, you settled onto your knees, a cocky grin spreading across your face as you swept your hair back, basking in the applause. a quick swipe of your tongue over your teeth, and you rose to your feet, ready to soak it all in.

the referee walked up next to you, lifting your right hand high, the crowd's cheers roaring louder. when your hand eventually lowered, you took a moment to look around at the cheering fans before making your exit backstage.

as the curtain fell behind you, liv was there, her voice lilting with enthusiasm. "you did amazing!" she chirped, the melody of her praise ringing in your ears.

you grin was wide, a mix of relief lighting up your face. "thanks," you replied with a shrug. "how about grabbing drinks later?" you asked.

liv's expression was priceless, her mouth agape before she shot you a look that screamed, 'Is that even a question?'

"hell yea we should. want me to invite sam and nat?" she bounced back, her enthusiasm infectious.

you gave a nod, the exhaustion of the night seeping into your voice. "I don’t mind.” you admitted, feeling exhausted. “I just really need a drink." you admitted.

liv wrapped you in a comforting hug, her hand soothing your back. "you've earned it," she whispered, pulling away only to hold your gaze. "i have to shoot a backstage promo now, so I'll catch you tonight, okay?"

with a nod, you exchanged goodbyes, each heading your separate ways. as you walked through the arena backstage to get to the locker room, the post-match adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

turning a corner you suddenly bumped into someone. you looked up to see dom, your heart picked up its pace. the two of you looking at each other, after a moment of no words and eye contact you had to get out of there.

you managed a strained smile, thoughts whirling as you sought an escape. "sorry," you mumbled, already sidestepping away.

but dom's hand clasped your forearm, halting you. you glanced from his eyes to where he touched you. his hold was gentle, yet insistent, something you hadn’t felt in a while. It almost felt foreign to you. "wait, we need to talk," he said firmly, his gaze digging deep for an answer you weren't prepared to give.

the air thickened with his words, an unspoken acknowledgment that whatever was going on between the two of you couldn’t be ignored forever

your expression hardened, as you withdrew your arm from his grasp. "not now dominik," you told him, abandoning the nickname you usually used when talking to him.

dom's face was a picture of tension, his jaw clenched tight. "then when?" he pressed, his words hitting you hard. "when's the right time gonna be? why have you been avoiding me?" you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the raw need for an answer lingering in the air.

the words hit you like a hurricane, leaving you momentarily frozen, brows knitted together. "don't pretend you care now," you spat out, the words sharper than intended, as you finally faced your tangled emotions head-on.

dom looked taken aback. "what are you talking about?" he retorted, his guard up.

"you've been distant for weeks, but obviously, you didn't notice because you're too wrapped up with rhea, right?"

"that's not true, I—"

your heart pounding as you locked eyes with dom. "no—I've been there for you through everything, and now you just push me away for them, for her," you said, the hurt in your voice unmistakable.

dom looked taken aback, his own anger subsiding as he realized the depth of your pain. "push you away? that's not what I'm trying to do," he protested, but you cut him off.

"but it’s exactly what you did! god I-" you looked away from him as your eyes filled with tears. you bit your lip hoping to stop. you didn’t feel like crying in front of him.

the tears overwhelmed you, there were far to much that you couldn’t hide it. as you blinked the tears escaped, you hastily wiped them. you looked at him. “you pushed me away and it hurt-“ you told him your voice breaking.

“y/n/n-” dom’s features softened, you looked around trying to avoid looking at his eyes.

"and I hate feeling this way, and I wish I didn’t care but I do. because I'm in love with you, dom. I have been for so long." your words hung heavy in the air, and your eyes welled up, the tears you'd fought to keep at bay now tracing hot paths down your cheeks. "this sort of thing was never meant to happen," you said your voice breaking, a sob catching in your throat.

dom's anger dissolved and his arms were around you in an instant. "hey, hey, don't cry, I hate it when you cry." your arms instinctively wrapped around him, as your tears fell silently.

the hug was a deep, tight one, like he was holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him standing. no words were spoken, but the tension in your body melted away as you leaned into him, his mere presence calming your racing heart.

the hug seemed to stretch on forever, dom's hand gently threading through your hair as you rested your head against his chest, tears falling silently.

eventually, he drew back, cupping your cheeks as he met your gaze with tenderness, brushing away your tears and moving your hair out of your face gently. he missed you. so god damn much.

"I—y/n/n..." dom's voice wavered as he looked into your eyes, his emotions laid bare for you to see.

after a moment of silence, he spoke softly. "i've been wanting to tell you... but was so afraid of losing you and messing things up. i just..."

"i..." he spoke up again but stopped himself mid-sentence. "i've been avoiding you... because of the way i feel. and i thought if i tried to hide it and put some distance between us, it would go away."

his eyes bore into yours, making sure you were taking in everything he was saying. "i was wrong." your heart seemed to stop, leaving you momentarily speechless as you struggled to find the right words.

"i'm in love with you," he said.

his words hung in the air, lingering in the space between the two of you. he continued, “i was an idiot, and i thought if i kept us away, i could just make these feelings go away. but when i finally had some time to actually think... i realized i've loved you all along, and I'm done pretending like we can just be friends."

"i've never looked at anyone else the way I look at you, y/n/n." he murmured, his touch gentle against your cheek. "being with you just feels so natural. i can't hide how i feel anymore. please," his voice quivered, the words barely making their way out, "let me make things right."

dom's hand gently cradled your jaw, tilting his head as he gazed into your eyes. "can I..." he started, his voice trailing off.

you nodded, your eyes flickering between his and his eyes and his lips. "yes."

his lips met yours in a tender kiss, the embrace deepening as you both became lost in the moment.

it was a moment you had yearned for, and as your hearts raced and time seemed to stand still, it felt like a dream come true.

dom pulled back after a moment, his lips trailing away from yours. you could tell he was still processing the moment, his breaths coming in quick and shallow spurts as he tried to regain his composure.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” his eyes studying you as he took in every detail.

you smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "me too." you admitted,

dom's eyes lit up at your confession, a grin spreading across his face. Without another word, he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, this one more confident and eager than the last. you melted into his embrace, feeling happiness wash over you.

dom rested his forehead against yours. "i don't want to wait any longer," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to be with you, in every way possible."

your smile widened, every moment, every obstacle, had led you to this point, and in that moment, it all felt worth it. "that's all I've ever wanted too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

dom smiled and engulfed you in a warm hug, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around. your joyful squeal filled the air as he gently set you down, peppering kisses on your lips that made you smile. "let's grab some food, I'm starving," he suggested.

"of course you are," you teased, playfully rolling your eyes at his mock-offended expression. he shook his head, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you started walking.

the two of you reached catering, you noticed liv and natalya at a table and subtly intertwined your hands with dom's. "um, i'll catch up with you in a sec?" you said, releasing his hand to approach the table.

taking a seat, liv and natalya exchanged knowing glances as they looked at you with anticipation. "hey, girlie," natalya greeted with a playful smirk. "i'm ready for those drinks tonight!" she added, with a little shimmy that made liv burst into laughter.

as the excitement filled the air, you hesitated before breaking the news. "about that..." the two women turned their heads to look at you, their expressions shifting to curiosity. "sooo, how about we rain check on the drinks tonight?" you suggested, catching liv's curious gaze as you awaited their response.

"why?" she inquired, prompting you to glance back at dom, who was already heading towards the table. bracing yourself, you sat back as he casually draped his arm over your chair.

turning your attention from him to liv and natalya, who looked utterly shocked, you nervously chuckled. "yeah," you admitted.

"i told you!" liv exclaimed loudly, laughing and sharing a glance with natalya. confusion lingered as you and dom exchanged looks before refocusing on the two women in front of you. natalya shook her head, putting her head in her hands. "I told you," she muttered.

liv sprang up, doing a little dance with a bright smile on her face. "did you guys bet on us?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

liv stopped her dance, still beaming. "nope, just might've challenged natalya on when you two would make up," she revealed.

you rolled your eyes, laughing. "of course you did." you guys began talking about the upcoming pay-per-view event. focused in the conversation, you felt a sudden warmth as dom's hand found yours under the table.

glancing down at your intertwined hands resting on his lap, you couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. despite the subtle display of affection, you decided to refocus on listening to liv and natalya.

this is exactly where you wanted to be.

[kyleoreillylover]

Love Hurts

Liv Morgan x Fem!Black!Reader x Rhea Ripley

Summary: Who really is to blame when Rhea learns through from one Liv Morgan that love hurts when you don't take good care of it when she takes you from her?

a/n: im back!!! took a mental health break, with college, but im easing myself back into writing! missed you all <33

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy e@selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @hope4more

The moment Liv Morgan came to you with that offer, you didn’t give her an answer. Not yet.

You were torn. Rhea Ripley, your longtime friend, was distant—cold even. Focused on revenge. Every conversation felt like an excuse to keep you at arm’s length. You tried to reach out to her, to remind her of the bond you shared, but she was consumed with Liv. Ever since Liv had put her on the shelf, Rhea seemed determined to push you away.

“This is between me and Liv,” she told you, every time you tried to be there for her. She kept locking you out, making it clear that whatever this was, she didn’t want your help. It hurt. It hurt like hell.

And that’s when Liv’s voice started to sound more reasonable in your head.

“She doesn’t care about you the way I do.”  “You could be more with me.”  “They’ve never seen your potential like I do.”

She never pressured you for an answer, not directly. But she was always there—waiting. Every week on RAW or SmackDown, Liv was by your side. Even when you didn’t ask for it, she found ways to help you win your matches. A distraction here, a well-timed assist there. She made sure you knew she was watching your back. You’d shoot her a glare, but she’d wink and blow a kiss, making it impossible to stay mad.

She followed you to your locker room, showed up at your hotel room with takeout, and cracked jokes until you forgot the weight pressing down on your chest. The way she smiled, it was like she already knew what your decision would be. All you had to do was say the words.

And it wasn’t just Liv. Finn, JD, Dominik, and even Carlito—all of them kept dropping hints, planting seeds. They were planning something big. Liv told you they’d kick Damian out after SummerSlam, that they wanted to align themselves with her. They didn’t push you too hard either, but they made it clear: If you join us, you’ll finally have people who see you as family.

It was the way they talked about it—family. Not like what you had with Rhea. Not anymore. Every time Rhea brushed you off, it chipped away at your loyalty. It made you wonder if Liv had been right all along.

SummerSlam

The night of SummerSlam arrived, and you still hadn’t given Liv a straight answer. She told you she didn’t need one—"You'll do what feels right when the moment comes," she whispered with a smirk.

You walk down the ramp with Rhea Ripley, matching her pace, your face unreadable. Tonight’s match is everything for Rhea—a chance to reclaim her title from Liv and settle the score once and for all. She had finally let you back in for this. She needed you, or at least that’s what she made you believe. When you walked out with Rhea that night, she looked over her shoulder at you like old times. The crowd cheered for the two of you, but everything between you felt off—fractured. Still, you stayed close, keeping up the appearance of solidarity.

But even as you stood by her side, something felt off. It wasn’t the same. There was no warmth, no trust. Just strategy and expectation.

The match is brutal—Liv and Rhea tearing each other apart in the ring. It’s fast, chaotic, and exactly what you expected. And then, the moment arrives. The referee goes down, hit in the chaos. Rhea struggles to her feet, her back turned to you as she fights for control.

And just like that, the choice becomes clear.

You step forward, your heart pounding in your chest. Rhea never sees it coming. You drive your forearm into her spine, sending her crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts in disbelief, a mixture of boos and shocked gasps.

Liv looks at you from across the ring, her eyes wide and glimmering with excitement. A wicked smile spreads across her face. She knows what this means.

You help Liv drag Rhea’s limp form toward the center of the ring, watching as she hits her with an oblivion. When the ref stirs and crawls back into place, you stand over Rhea, stone-faced, as the three-count slams the mat.

Liv Morgan retains her title.

And the second the bell rings, Liv jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist in pure exhilaration. She hugs you tight, her head against yours, and you can hear the smile in her voice as she taunts Rhea:

“I told you... I’m their real best friend now.”

The crowd showers the arena with boos, but Liv doesn’t care. Neither do you. This moment—this victory—belongs to you both.

The next week on RAW, everything felt different. Liv made good on her promise to spoil you like Rhea never did. New gear, tailored to perfection. Expensive makeup, champagne waiting in a private dressing room just for the two of you. She draped her arm around your shoulder, smug as she showed you off to anyone who looked your way.

“This is what it feels like to have someone who really cares,” she whispered before JD walked in with Dom and Finn. They grinned at you, treating you like you’d been one of them from the start. Even Carlito gave you a fist bump, as if to say, Welcome to the family.

Together, you walked out for a promo, the boys flanking you and Liv. The crowd’s boos filled the arena, but you didn’t care. You had them now. Liv stood in the center of the ring, arm wrapped tightly around your waist, grinning as the audience seethed.

Finn took the mic and addressed the elephant in the room: “Rhea and Damian betrayed us first,” he declared, voice cold and deliberate. “They stopped treating us like family. So we moved on. And now... we’re stronger without them.”

You stayed silent but couldn’t help the way your chest swelled at the word family. This was what Liv had been promising all along. The boys welcomed you. Liv cherished you. And Rhea... she’d never given you this.

When Rhea’s music hit, you instinctively stepped in front of Liv, shielding her. Rhea stormed down the ramp, fury in her eyes, and the crowd erupted in cheers. But you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.

Rhea slid into the ring, jaw tight and fists clenched. She glared at Liv and the Judgment Day standing at your side. Her voice trembles with both anger and heartbreak. “You betrayed me,” she hisses at you, fists clenched.

Before you can reply, Liv steps forward with a smug smirk. “Betrayed you? Rhea, you betrayed her first. You shut her out. You don’t know how to treat family, Rhea. Not my fault I'm better at you at that.”

Rhea snarls, taking a swing at Liv, but you catch her arm mid-air. There’s a moment of tension—anger in her eyes, pain in yours. Then, in the heat of the moment, Rhea slaps you across the face.

The tension snapped, and the brawl was brutal—grappling, fists flying, neither of you holding back. You heard Liv shout your name, and suddenly, she was there, slamming her title into Rhea’s back with a sickening thud.

Rhea crumpled, and Liv wasted no time. She grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the ring with her. As you reached the ramp, Liv glanced back at Rhea, a malicious grin curling her lips. “She thought you were hers,” Liv whispered, loud enough for Rhea to hear. “But you’re mine now.”

She laced her fingers with yours and raised your arm, laughing at Rhea’s fury as she lay in the ring. Finn, Dom, JD, and Carlito followed behind, grinning as they embraced you both like sisters-well, except with Dom and Liv. 

"Family," Finn said again, clapping you on the back. "And no one messes with family."

Liv leaned into your side, her breath warm against your ear. "I told you," she whispered. "You made the right choice."

And for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

[edgessunflower]

Stomach massage

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: Rhea helps you deal with an upset stomach by gently rubbing your stomach

Rhea found you laying on the couch on your side clearly in discomfort and somewhat green while under a blanket as she gently ran her hand through your hair which caught your attention making you show a small smile reaching for her as you always did whenever she came home whether it was from being on the road or a small workout at the gym. "What's wrong possum?" she gently caressed your cheek as you told her that your stomach had been bothering you which you thought was from ovulation or your period on the way but when your period didn't come or the pain in your lower belly just above your pelvis then you knew it was something else but so far you hadn't thrown up or had diarrhea as she grabbed a cup and poured cold ginger ale as she thought you either had a stomach bug or the beginning of a fever as she sat down beside you, you took small sips of ginger ale while watching TV looking down to see rhea rubbing her hip before she began to gently dig her fingers into her stomach making her close her eyes as she massaged her belly not leaving one part untouched. You heard a timer go off making you raise your head up watching rhea walking in the kitchen unaware that she had made you a homemade pea soup with bread before she came back gently placing it down as you leaned up only for her to stop you with a small shake of her head leading to her hand feeding you the soup while you ate small bites of the bread and sipped on the ginger ale until you were full snuggling under the blanket as you felt your stomach settle a bit, "There you go, if you're not better we have Pepto" you nodded as she gently kissed your temple before an hour later you took pepto before she wrapped her arms around you as you dozed off before falling asleep.

[becauseimswagman1]

About becauseimswagman1

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Summary: The reader and Bron reunite when Breakker shows up to enter the royal rumble. Secrets come out and feelings get confessed.

"I can't believe she tossed you out like that." You stand and talk with Zoey backstage after the women's rumble is over. "You were doing so good against everyone too! And you know I'd of loved getting you at Mania, girl." You joke with her lightheartedly. 

"Ugh, I know!" Zoey groans. "Oh well. Looks like it's back to tagging with Shayna. Not that I don't love her to death." She sighs. 

You nod and pat Zoey's shoulder. "Hey, the draft is coming up soon. Maybe I can see if I can put a good word in with Aldis and get you on Smackdown." You offer a hopeful outlook on everything. 

"That'd be awesome." Zoey cracks a small smile. "Thanks, girl." 

You and Zoey chat some more since you rarely get to chat anymore while you're on opposite shows. Zoey is telling you about her latest escapades with Shayna when someone coming through the door at the far side of the room catches your eye.

"Bron?" You ask aloud, looking over Zoey's shoulder. 

"Bron?" Zoey furrows her brows at you. "Breakker?" She asks and turns around in the direction you're staring. 

Zoey turns around just as Bron fully comes through the door dressed for action. She turns back to you and raises her brows at your blatant staring. "YN! You alright?" Zoey asks you. 

"Hmm?" You blink a few times before turning your attention back to Zoey. "Yeah, I'm fine." You nod. "Just surprised is all." 

"Breakker must have a spot in the men's rumble," Zoey replies. "You should go talk to him." She adds. 

You agree and walk away from your BFF. You weave through various backstage personnel to make it to Bron standing what seems like a world away on the other side of the room. It's been ages since you've seen Breakker. Not since last year when you got called up to Smackdown and Bron got stuck in NXT for another year.

"Bron? Hey, Bron!" You call Breakker once you're about halfway across the room.

You watch Bron perk up when he hears his name. He glances around at everyone working around him for the source of the shout and his gaze lands on you in the middle of the room. "YN?" You hear a faint call back to you.

You manage to break through the sea of people keeping you from greeting your former best friend and travel partner and hurry over to him. "Bron! I knew I recognized that bad tan and broad shoulders." You joke.

"YN!" Bron snorts. "Shit. It's been too long." He leans down for a hug.

"I know!" You agree and gladly allow Bron to wrap those ungodly broad arms around you. "How have you been? Here for the men's rumble, I assume?" You ask him.

Bron lets you go from his warm and inviting hug reluctantly and nods. "Yeah. It's me and Carmelo representing NXT." He explains. "Where you in the women's rumble match?" He asks you. "I didn't catch all of it. But I didn't see you."

"Me? No." You laugh and remove your jacket to reveal the Smackdown women's title hanging from your waist. "Those girls were competing for a chance to get at me. Not the other way around." You brag.

"You're the champ?" Bron eyes the title belt with intrigue and surprise. "Damn, YN. Congratulations. How long have you had it for?" He asks you.

You pat the belt with pride and a wide smile on your face. "I took it off Bianca about three months ago." You explain. "And thanks. I heard that you dropped your title to Carmelo. And then Melo lost it to Ilja?"

"Yeah." Bron nods.

"I've been seeing Melo around backstage on Smackdown these past few weeks." You add. "And I see he's still a cocky flirt." You add. "What about you? Last I heard you were dating Cora Jade. How's that going?"

You notice Bron's jaw clench slightly as he shakes his head. "Cora and I have been over for a while." He explains.

"Oh." You nod. "Well, anywho, what number are you?" You switch back to talking about the Rumble match.

"I'm up next." Bron nods to the tunnel entrance on the other side of the room. "But stick around yeah? I'd love to catch up some more." He asks you.

You agree to hang around with a nod and Bron heads off so he doesn't miss his cue. You make your way back over to Zoey who's been hanging around this whole time waiting for you to come back.

"So? How is our large friend?" Zoey jokes when you walk back over to her.

"He seems good." You shrug. "You were right. He's here for the rumble match." You explain. "Hey, did you know that he and Cora broke up? I know that you still talk to her and Roxanne sometimes." You ask her.

Zoey nods and observes the way you intently watch the monitor now that Bron is out in the match. "Yeah, I remember her mentioning it a few months back." She confirms. "Why?"

"No reason." You shrug, eyes still glued to the monitor.

"Right." Zoey nods nonchalantly.

A while later Bron is finally tossed over the top rope and eliminated from the match. You snicker when he takes out JD who's entering the match next. You've never been a fan of McDonagh. Especially back in NXT.

You hang around and wait for Bron to come backstage again from the side entrance of the stage. You spot him a few seconds later and head over to greet him. "Nice work out there, Bron. You looked great!" You compliment him. "And nice touch running over JD on the way out."

"Thanks." Bron chuckles. "I figured that you'd get a kick out of that."

You and Bron walk through the backstage area to some place where fewer people are milling about. The two of you chat about what you've both been up to as of late. Eventually, the conversation manages to wander back to dating.

"Nah, I haven't been with anyone." You wave your hand dismissively when Bron asks. "And hey, I'm sorry about you and Cora. I know you two had a good thing going." You add.

"Ah, it's alright." Bron shrugs. "It was a mutual thing. And for the best." He insists.

Bron's answer piques your interest and you can't help but ask. "Why'd you two split?" You ask him. "If you don't mind me asking?"

"I realized that I was in love with someone else," Bron replies gazing down at you and the oblivious look on your face.

"Yeah?" You laugh. "Who's the lucky girl?" You ask him. "Anyone that I know?"

Bron is the one to laugh this time. "Yeah, I think you know her pretty well." He answers you. "Though I haven't been able to tell her how I feel yet. Hell, I haven't even seen her in like a year." He adds.

"Really?" You reply, still not taking the hint. "Well, you should seize this chance now, Bron!" You encourage him. "She's bound to be here tonight, right? It is a PLE after all."

"She's here." Bron chuckles, loving the oblivious glint in your eye. "Standing right in front of me matter of fact."

"Right in front?" You furrow your brows then realization finally hits you like a truck. "Oh." Your eyes widen and you stare up at Bron. "Oh. Me?" You point to yourself.

Bron grins and nods. "You're the only one here, aren't you?"

"How come you never said anything before, Bron?" You ask him, not sure how to feel just yet.

"It took me some time to realize it," Bron explains. "You know I always loved hanging out and having you around back in NXT. But it wasn't until you were gone that I realized just how much I missed having you around. And why that was. So...what about you?" He asks you. "I know this is kind of a dick move springing it on you like this." He admits.

You shake your head and take a step forward. "No. It's sweet." You insist. "And there was a reason I was always hanging out with you in NXT, blockhead." You tease him with a small laugh. "I was down bad for you back then. Still am. You just didn't get the hint."

"Looks like we're both oblivious idiots then." Bron laughs.

"Looks like it." You agree. "Now can you lean down here so I can finally get the kiss I've been waiting so long for?" You ask him.

Bron grins with a mischievous shimmer in his eyes. "I've got a better idea." He explains before swiftly picking you up off your feet. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck before crashing your lips to his.

[tribalmajesty05]

Title: “Daddy’s Home”

Roman Reigns X You

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The day had been long. Too long.

Our one-year-old, Amara, had been sick with a fever since early morning. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes glassy, and her tiny body was burning up. She refused to let go of me for hours, but nothing I did soothed her completely. No cartoons, no singing, no rocking. The only word she kept repeating in her small, broken voice was:

“Dada… Dada… Dada…”

And her daddy—Joe, known to the world as Roman Reigns—wasn’t due back until late that night.

By the time I finally got our other four kids to sleep, I was practically a shell of myself, walking the halls in worn sweats with a burning baby girl on my chest, sobbing softly into my shirt.

“She’s been asking for you all day,” I whispered into the quiet house, not sure if I was talking to the walls or the universe.

At exactly 10:47 PM, I heard the garage door creak open and slam shut. I didn’t even have the energy to move. Amara whimpered in my arms, her cries weak now, but still mournful.

Then came the heavy boots. The familiar rhythm of his steps. The keys hitting the side table. The bag dropping on the floor.

“Baby?” Joe called, his voice low but alert.

“In the living room,” I croaked, rocking Amara slowly, her tiny fingers curled into my hair.

He walked in and stopped the moment he saw us. His face softened instantly.

“Aww, my poor baby girl…” he muttered, dropping to his knees in front of the couch.

Amara lifted her head with effort, her eyes locking onto her father like he was the sun coming up after a week of darkness. Her lip trembled.

“Dada…”

“Oh baby,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Come here, princess.”

She reached out for him with desperate little hands, and I slowly passed her to him. She melted against his chest immediately, giving a small sigh like all was finally right in her world. Her cries stopped completely. My body sagged in relief.

“I’ve never seen her like this,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “She’s been inconsolable all day. Wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t nap. Just… cried for you.”

Joe sat back with Amara nestled against him. He gently ran his fingers through her curls, kissing her forehead. “She’s burning up.”

“I know. She’s been running a fever since this morning. I gave her baby Tylenol like the doctor said. Took her to urgent care. They said it’s a mild viral thing, she just needs rest and hydration. Maybe a couple rough days. But she was miserable without you.”

Joe’s eyes lifted to mine. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come home.”

“You were doing press and had your appearance today. I didn’t wanna mess that up. I thought she’d calm down eventually. She usually does.”

He reached out and touched my cheek. “You look dead on your feet, babe. You been up all day?”

“All day,” I nodded, tears suddenly threatening. “And most of last night too. The other kids finally went down an hour ago. I didn’t even get to eat dinner.”

Joe stood, keeping Amara close, and gently guided me toward the couch. “Sit. Right now. I got it.”

“Joe—”

“Shh. Sit.”

I did. I watched him disappear into the kitchen, still holding Amara with one arm, her tiny head resting on his shoulder. He came back minutes later with a sandwich and a bottle of water, placing them gently in front of me. “Eat, babe.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” I whispered, taking the sandwich like it was gold.

Joe sat beside me and adjusted Amara in his arms. “She already feels cooler.”

“She’s been sweating a little, I think the meds are working,” I mumbled between bites. “She just needed her daddy.”

Joe looked down at his daughter, his eyes full of love. “She’s got good taste.”

Amara shifted and looked up at him, her face puffy but peaceful now. “Dada…” she whispered again, more content than before.

“I’m right here, baby girl. Daddy’s not going anywhere.”

I rested my head on Joe’s shoulder, sandwich half-eaten and forgotten.

“She really broke me today,” I admitted quietly. “I just… I felt helpless.”

He kissed my temple. “You held it down, like you always do. You’re the strongest woman I know. And now it’s my turn to take over. Go get some rest.”

I looked up at him, unsure. “You sure?”

“I got her. I’ll stay up with her tonight.”

“She’s gonna want to sleep on your chest.”

“That’s exactly where she’s going,” he smirked, already positioning himself to lay back on the couch with her.

I smiled softly, heart full despite the exhaustion. “We really made some clingy, dramatic babies, huh?”

He grinned. “They get it from you.”

I playfully slapped his leg. “You wish.”

We both laughed softly, and Amara, now asleep on his chest, gave a little hum—content, safe, and finally at peace.

Daddy was home. And everything was okay again.

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Unyielding- Rhea Ripley

After a shocking phone call turns Rheas world upside down, she rushes to the hospital to find her roommate—her closest confidant and secret crush—recovering from a car accident. As emotions run high, the tension between them shifts, forcing Rhea to confront the truth: some bonds are too unyielding to ignore.

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As Rhea Ripley stood in the bustling airport terminal, her phone rang, its tone cutting through the ambient noise. Glancing at the screen, she saw an unfamiliar number displayed. She wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to pick it up—maybe residual anxiety or sleep deprivation. The fact that she’d texted you almost two hours ago and heard nothing back gnawed at her.

“Hello, is this Rhea Ripley?” a calm voice inquired.

“Yes, this is she,” Rhea replied, her voice tinged with apprehension.

“Ms. Ripley, this is Nurse Thompson from L.A. General Hospital. Your roommate has been admitted following a car accident.”

Rhea’s breath caught, her world narrowing to the words coming through the phone. “Uh, okay, fuck, I… I’m about to board a flight home.”

“I understand this is overwhelming,” Nurse Thompson said gently. “She’s conscious and talking with her doctor.”

“Thank you,” Rhea managed to say before ending the call, her hands trembling. Could’ve led with that, she thought, frustration mingling with relief.

She stood motionless for a moment, the weight of the news pressing down on her. The announcement for her flight echoed in the background, but her focus had shifted entirely. She handed the gate agent her ticket and headed down the terminal, feet feeling heavier than any weight she’d lifted. She sat in her seat with her hood up, trying to steady her racing thoughts.

~

“Miss,” the nurse assigned to you for the past few hours peeked around the curtain, her overwhelming positivity evident. You offered her a tired smile in return.

“I’ve been gone for three days,” Rhea groaned, her eyes scanning your body for injuries. Her hands clenched and unclenched, torn between wanting to hold you and fearing she might cause you pain. “I thought you might set our place on fire, but crashing your car and a concussion…”

“Someone t-boned my car; I didn’t crash it,” you defended yourself, though it seemed she didn’t hear you. “Hey, I’m okay,” you tried again.

“No, you’re clearly not,” she retorted, her eyes burning as they met yours. You swallowed thickly. “You’re sitting in a hospital bed with a head injury.”

“It’s minor; it won’t mess with your schedule,” you said, hoping to ease her concern.

Rhea’s eyes narrowed, her frustration evident. “Won’t mess with…?” She sighed angrily, gripping the metal rail on the side of your bed as she leaned down, closing her eyes. “That isn’t my concern.”

Her scoff confused you as you tried to understand why your roommate was so upset.

“No, I guess I shouldn’t assume you’d take care of m—” you began, but she pushed off the rail, rubbing her hands over her face as she laughed quietly.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Rhea hissed, pacing within the confined space of the room.

The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of concern, frustration, and unspoken emotions hanging in the air.

Rhea’s pacing halted abruptly, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?”

You opened your mouth to respond, your voice soft. “I mean, I’m fine, so it’s oka—”

“No,” she interrupted, her tone firm and edged with frustration. “It’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking about you being hurt.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of her words settling over you both. You reached out, your fingers brushing against her hand, offering a silent apology and seeking reassurance.

Rhea’s gaze softened at your touch, her fingers intertwining with yours. “I just… I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You squeezed her hand gently, your eyes meeting hers with a promise. “I’m not going anywhere,” you assured her.

Rhea’s eyes, previously stormy with concern, now softened as she gazed at you. The tension in her shoulders eased, and she took a tentative step closer, her fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The warmth of her touch sent a comforting shiver down your spine, grounding you in the reality of the moment.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

She shook her head slowly, a small, tender smile playing on her lips. “Just promise me you’ll be more careful,” she murmured, her breath mingling with yours as she leaned in, the proximity creating a charged intimacy between you.

“I promise,” you replied, your words a mere breath against her lips.

The space between you seemed to disappear as Rhea closed the distance, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both gentle and profound. The world outside the hospital room faded away, leaving only the sensation of her warmth enveloping you. Her lips were soft, moving with a tenderness that spoke of unspoken promises and deep affection.

As the kiss deepened, her hand cupped your cheek, her thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. The connection between you was palpable, a silent communication of love and reassurance that words could never fully convey.

When you finally parted, both breathless and hearts racing, Rhea rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed as if savoring the closeness. “I love you,” she whispered, the words a sacred vow between you.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice filled with unwavering certainty.

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