#rhea ripley x black oc

[harmshake]

For Your Eyes Only

Rhea interrupts her girlfriend's livestream to record a different kind of show...

Rhea Ripley x Mali (fem!black!oc) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,276 words

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"Welcome queens, kings, and everyone fabulous in between to Mali's Lit Adult Slumber Party. I'm Mali, your host, your homegirl, and your favorite wine enthusiast as it's not an adult slumber party without gettin' a little lit."

Mali sat on the furry, burgundy rug with her iPhone mounted in the center of her ring light on the coffee table, her pink-crystal wine glass filled to the brim with the evening's fan-voted choice of white zinfandel that she tipped to the camera to toast with her audience before she took a small sip. Her brown eyes scanned the comments that whizzed by on her Instagram livestream feed and she did her best to shout out her returning followers who commented with wine glass emojis as they greeted her.

"Yesss, y'all know the vibes! We're gonna get into the usual tonight. A little sippin', a little gossipin', and a lot of fun," Mali said with a charming smile on her glossy, red, thick lips. 

It was nearly midnight yet her makeup was on, her honey brown, curly coils were gathered up into a top knot, and she wore a silky, pink pajama two-piece that showed off the chocolate brown skin of her shoulders. That was the vibe of her adult slumber party: Cute, a bit sexy, and lively. It matched her vibe in the daytime as well as she was a model who often kept those three adjectives at the front of her mind as she posed for magazine and Instagram ad campaigns wearing the latest designs from either established or upcoming lux clothing brands. Mali was grateful that she'd found a career that allowed her to express herself—and even more grateful to share it with her adoring fans who supported her work at every turn.

Her Lit Adult Slumber Party was a newish creation, only three months old, but it was a hit with almost five thousand people viewing her livestream as she asked how everyone's day was before she got into her routine. 

Yet Mali would be remiss to pretend the near-overnight popularity of her Friday night show wasn't also partly due to her girlfriend. It would be impossible to pretend otherwise as her lovely viewers flooded her feed with questions about her every two seconds.

Is Rhea home tonight?

Will Rhea say hi to us tonight or is she busy??

Where's Rhea???

Mali simply smiled as it came with the territory of dating a world wrestling champion...and one of the hottest women she couldn't escape seeing thirst fancams of on her TikTok. She and Rhea had met at a red carpet event last summer and Mali couldn't take her eyes off seeing the tall, brawny, and stunningly gorgeous woman in person after only watching the compilations of her slamming girls to the mat and looking hot while doing so.

The feeling was mutual as Rhea's eyes kept finding hers throughout the night before she finally approached Mali, told her she found her just as stunning, and that she would love to have her number. And after a couple of weeks of texting, sexting, and FaceTime calls when Mali told her she would love to see if she was as strong and dominant in the bedroom as she was in the ring, their relationship blossomed into a love affair that had everyone talking.

Including her audience as they bombarded her with the same questions about Rhea's whereabouts to the point where Mali responded, "Yeah, she's home. She's still in the shower, I think. She has an early flight, though, so don't expect to see her. Now that I think about it, she might already be in bed."

Just then, Mali heard footsteps pad across the tile of the hallway that led to their living room where she was streaming. She saw the comments zip with people typing in all caps and heart-eye emojis before she looked over her shoulder to see her girlfriend walking toward her. She wore nothing but an oversized, black band tee that hardly covered her slender, yet muscular, tatted thighs, her hand pushing back her longish, damp, and dark hair off her bare and beautiful face as a small smirk touched her pink, plump lips.

"You still up?!" Mali asked in gentle surprise as Rhea knelt behind her to rest her chin on her shoulder. She stared into the camera with that adorable smirk as she waved hello to Mali's viewers.

"Still up. Not tired just yet." Rhea chimed in her husky, slightly raspy accent. Mali found it attractive each time her girlfriend opened her mouth, and it made a tiny thrill shimmy down her spine when she added with a swift, soft kiss to her neck, "But I think you're ready for bed, right, baby?"

"Wha—" Mali tried to ask but Rhea grabbed her chin to steer her lips to hers for another kiss...except this one was slow and sent that thrill through her body with heat that simmered between her thighs. Rhea then had the nerve to carefully flick her tongue along hers in a way that she knew her viewers could see and would make Mali struggle not to moan on camera.

She was so shocked yet aroused by Rhea's behavior that she was stuck and couldn't pull herself away to ask her why she decided to give her fans a peep show out of nowhere. Mali knew despite her girlfriend being on television just about every week, Rhea enjoyed her privacy and scarcely appeared on her livestreams as she told her she didn't want to "intrude on her thing."

Yet as she slid her fingers into Mali's messy bun to control the kiss as it deepened before she gently yanked her head back to plant a little peck on her throat, Rhea seemed to enjoy all the eyes on them. But she kept her eyes on her and cooed in a gruff yet sensual murmur, "Time for bed, yeah?"

"Umm, now?" Mali whispered and bit her lip as she caught her drift, mystified by her demeanor but mesmerized all the same as she gaped at her through low, pink-painted eyelids and held her girlfriend's dreamy, blue gaze. She gradually found the strength to rip away from it and return her attention to the camera with an apology to her fans who were probably just as confused as her. Yet when she saw all the comments encouraging and urging her to hurry to bed with Rhea, she felt her cheeks warm up with a blush no one could see before her girlfriend nodded and pressed kisses to them. "Uh, I-I guess we'll try this again tomorrow, y'all? Good night, queens, kings, and my fabulous people in between."

Mali blew a kiss to the lens with a final glance at the comments full of every horny emoji there was as she tapped her screen to end the livestream. "Did you sneak some of my wine?! What's gotten into you?" she asked with a giddy grin as Rhea wrapped her arms around her waist to squeeze her from behind her with more kisses on her nape that tickled, making a slight giggle jump out of her. 

"Nope. I just didn't want to wait three hours for you to wrap it up. And I surely didn't want to wait 'til I got back from work to do this..." she replied with her hand slipping down Mali's tummy, the silk fabric of her pajamas making it easy for her touch to also slip beneath the hem. She wasn't wearing panties...which made her girlfriend's soft, wandering fingers sink right between her lower lips, warm and slick from Rhea's kisses. "Ah, my baby...damn near drippin' and we haven't made it to the bed yet."

"It's...your fault. Mmmm. Impatient ass." Mali's lips parted with a smirk and a hitched breath as a moan escaped them when Rhea delicately rubbed her middle fingers up and down her wet slit before she coated her clit with twirls that made her whine. She gripped the edge of the coffee table as her head fell back onto Rhea's shoulder, letting her hips lightly rock against her palm as their lips met for a heavy kiss.

"I sure am. And you know what? Fuck the bed. Get on the couch. On your hands and knees."

Mali didn't have enough time to follow Rhea's demand as her girlfriend then scooped her up into her arms to rest her on the couch in the position she needed to have her round, thick ass in her face. She smoothed her hands over it, kissing the silk before rolling it down her thighs to hit the rug next to her knees. Rhea's lips kissed her soft skin then, her softer hands squeezing and parting her cheeks to unveil her wet, brown, and pink lips she took her time kissing, too. 

Mali couldn't help but roll her hips to catch the long, greedy flicks of Rhea's tongue as she lapped up her nectar that spilled down to her thighs and mound touched with hair light and soft like peach fuzz. Her girlfriend's fingertips grazed that fuzz with teasing strokes before she glazed them over her slippery, tender clit, making Mali cry out to her—especially when she used her other fingers to spread her just a bit more so she could glaze her tongue over her little hole. 

"Unnhh, shit...mmm, you like how this pussy taste, baby?" Mali reached a hand around to lace her fingers in the silky hair on the back of Rhea's head, trying to taunt her yet her voice cracked with a whine when Rhea slowly thrust her tongue inside her.

"Damn right. And you thought you could keep me waitin'." Rhea playfully spanked her ass and breathed a moan that touched Mali's wet folds and made them spasm. "Ooh. I wish you could see how sexy that looked...your pussy all juicy and twitchin' for me. Actually..."

She pulled her delicious touch away and Mali pouted, craning her neck to fuss at her. Yet she gasped at her instead, studying Rhea tapping her phone still perched on the coffee table behind them. Mali saw her head peeking from behind her ass on the screen before Rhea's head floated into the frame with more kisses on her cheeks that led to her glistening pussy. And when Rhea hid her fingers between her thighs to tease her clit again and hold her lips open, she saw how she twitched when the tip of her tongue lazily prodded and pushed back inside her.

Mali let out a long whimper that filled the room, her eyes fixed on the lens, on them as she was hypnotized by the sight of Rhea tongue-fucking her—entranced by the feel of it, too, as her knees felt weak with a slow-burning orgasm that grew hotter and hotter around her girlfriend's tongue until she couldn't contain the flames any longer.

"Right there, baby...unhhh, I'm...I'm 'bout to cum for you." Mali wanted to bury her face in the cushions to hide the loud, rasping squeals that erupted from her as she came and gushed, but she couldn't look away from how captivating they looked on camera. Her gaze met Rhea's on the screen who also watched them, pulling back to admire how she made her girlfriend squirt as her pussy hole fluttered.

"That's my pretty baby. So fuckin' pretty..." Rhea groaned with her fingers still wagging over her clit as Mali's spilled down her wrist. "Love makin' you cum, baby...love how your cum tastes..." She then swirled her long tongue into Mali's twitching, wet mess to make out with it, make her dribble onto her chin, make her louder, and make her convulse harder.

"Ffffuck, I love your mouth...I love you," Mali managed to moan as her heated bliss threatened to snatch her voice away. She caught her girlfriend's eye again as she licked her lips and caressed her thigh with jet-black nails that had a sheen from more than her top coat.

"Yeah? Mami loves you more," Rhea replied with a sultry smirk and kiss on her thigh. She then licked the spot where she accidentally smudged Mali's nectar before gathering it from her chin, too, unhurriedly licking her fingers one by one while peering into the lens with those dreamy eyes. She used those fingers to then stop the recording, turning to Mali who wearily flopped onto her side to add with a raised, arched eyebrow, "Ready for bed for real this time, baby?"

"Only if you are...'cause where in the world did that come from?" Mali panted, still shocked that her usually reserved-off-camera girlfriend turned into a thot-on-camera tonight. It plastered a sleepy grin on her face as she knew Rhea to be a thot for her eyes only, save for those occasional moments she liked to tantalize her fans while in character on television.

"I told you, babe. I wasn't gonna wait a week to eat that pretty pussy," Rhea purred as her hand slid up Mali's bare thigh and made her tremble. 

"You must wanna watch the playback while you're on the plane," she said with a little giggle when Rhea tickled her belly with her prying fingertips.

"Yeah, I do. I like a good movie to lose myself in..." she replied with her own giggle when Mali reached for her to pull her on top of her. 

Their mouths came together for a sweet kiss that Mali lost herself in, yet when Rhea's hand slid around her throat with a lusciously tight grip, her eyes flitted open with a moan as her girlfriend mumbled onto her lips, "...Which is why we're nowhere close to done yet, baby."

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Monster (w/Jey Uso)

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Undisputed Era

Fem!Reader winning the Royal Rumble

Comfort in Losing

[myluvrrhea]

Telekinesis | Rhea Ripley

Pairings - Rhea Ripley x Ex-Bsf! + Wrestler!OC

Warnings - Against, Mentions of bruises, Rhea is violent, Sad Rhea , Sad OC, Just angsty Tbhhh :((

Word Count - 0.5k

NOT PROOFREAD ‼️

"What are you too insecure-" You were cut off when she slammed you against the ring post. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as you tried getting up.

" Stop talking to me like you know me" At this pint she was screaming in your face. Taunting and punching you.

Although this may have seemed somehow planned. Everyone backstage as well as the commentators were confused. You felt just as shocked by her random outburst. You felt your head pounding as she continued her attacks on you , it seemed as if she was trying to get something out of you.  But you had nothing to give. She was the problem. She caused the chaos between you two.

Soon she began talking again. "You know nothing about me and the struggle I went through to get here , so don't try to act like you do,"

The pain was unbearable and getting up was almost impossible. 

You felt like you could already feel the bruise forming on your shoulder as you tried standing up. But without warning , Rhea Swung the kendo stick in your direction, where did she get that from? The swing of the kendo stick caused a huge impact to your head, you pass out.

When you woke up , you were in the hospital. Wires around your arms. Your eyes felt droopy and blurry as you tried to open them wider. You suddenly heard the door open as you saw a black haired woman stand in front of you. As your vision slowly started unblurring , you relised it was her. The women who had put you in this situation in the first place. Rhea Bloody Ripley.

You heard her whisper something , that your ears couldn't quite reach.

"Im sorry , im so sorry Lara," you took a second to figure out what she was saying before she kept talking. Why was she using your government name? She hadn't called you that since you two were close. Before she ruined the friendship you two had.

"I know I hurt you bad, but I didn't want it to get this bad," She spoke again. It sounded like she was on the verge of tears as she ran her tattooed hand through her hair.

Looking down and seeing the state you were in , your stomach turned. You had cuts and bruises in places that wouldn't even be reachable while in your gear. You felt tears well in your eyes as you looked back up at Rhea, who was too stuck in her rambling to even notice the tear that rolled down your cheek. But when she did , she felt like the world had piled up on top of her.

"Listen Rhea I know you're sorry , but I think I need time to myself for right now. You've done enough damage,"You spoke. Your voice was sweet. Salutary. Almost like Rhea hadn't completely ruined your life in one day.

"Alright... if thats what you want, ill leave," those were the last words she spoke to you since , you had found out you couldn't be cleared to wrestle. You felt as if your world was crumbling when you found out. It felt like you didnt know who Rhea was anymore. She switch on not on the most important people in her life, but the person who cared most about her both mentally and emotionally .Which was you. And the fact that you wouldnt be cleared to wrestle in atleast a month , was the cherry on top. And it was all because of her. Rhea Ripley.

A/N 💬 - Im still working on request dont worry!! Ps im sorry to the annon that requested something like days ago 😭 im still writing it I just have a bit of writters block.

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[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE Women's division

Ship: Rhea Ripley x Becky Lynch x OC (Fem)

Good girl.

I pulled into the parking lot of the big stadium, before striding towards the door. My manager told me that I should get to know the atmosphere before my first show tomorrow. I agreed with him.

When I walked through the door I was immediately feeling out of place. I saw a few people in the small space, it reminded me of a school hallway with jocks, cheerleaders, band kids, geeks and a random dude with a ladder. I adjusted the strap on my duffle bag before taking a few slow steps forward.

I jumped as an arm landed across my shoulders. Rhea Ripley stared down at me with a strange look. Damn, she's gorgeous. She had an air of authority around her, it scared me a little.

"You're jumpy. You're the new girl, right?"

Her Aussie accent was thicker in real life than in the interview I watched. I feel a little stupid knowing so much about her, while she doesn't even know my name, but that's fine.

"Yeah, Anne Winger, nice to meet you."

I wasn't as confident as I sounded but that's fine. She didn't need to know that. Then another smokeshow approached. She looked like fire personified, with red hair and an air of authority around her just like Rhea's. Becky Lynch. The Man. Damn.

She spoke to me in a Scottish accent.

"Hey Anne, right? I look forward to our match tomorrow."

"Yeah, same."

The words rolled off my tongue automatically, as if I was talking to a friend. It was strange. And before I knew it she was off again towards one of the hairdressers.

"Ok I need to get going, match is almost starting. I'll see you later."

I nodded at Rhea and headed off to find someone who could point me in the right direction. I came across Charlotte Flair first but I deemed her unapproachable. I spotted a whip of a black braid. Bianca Belair, she was approachable. Scary but approachable. And hot.

"Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of the gym?"

"Oh yeah, of course. Wait, are you the new one, Anne Winger?"

I was slightly relieved to not be swatted away like a fly.

"Yup, that's me. I'm kind of lost. Can you help me?"

"Sure."

She grabbed me by the arm before giving me a tour of the backstage area, eventually leaving me in the gym. I thanked her and she walked away towards Sonya Deville. I decided that starting was the hard part, that I'd be fine if a could just get into my normal workout routine. I put my ear phones in my ears and hopped on a treadmill.

After my strength training I jumped as someone touched my shoulder, turning around I was met with Finn Balor. My little pansexual heart couldn't deal with it anymore. I quickly removed my ear phones.

"Hey, new girl, what kind of stretches were those?"

"They're for gymnasts. I was a contortionist for a circus a few years back and that was how I warm up."

"Damn, ok."

With that he disappeared. Not sure what happened in that conversation, but at least he wasn't disappointed. I exited the gym before walking on the beat of my music, heading towards my car.

I'm fighting the Man tomorrow, what could go wrong?

I was more excited than I thought I'd be. Honestly being tossed around and beaten up by Becky Lynch didn't sound like a bad thing.

~

"And tonight we introduce out newest star, ANNE WINGER!!"

Finally the moment came. I strutted towards the ring with a bloody smile. She was stood waiting for me. I jumped into the ring before smiling at the crowd once more. The ref started us off and she circled me.

She dove at me first and my back bent, letting her dive right over me, rolling onto the ground. The crowd cheered. She turned back towards me before running at me. I jumped up high, letting her go right under me towards the ropes. She bounced back towards me and I dodged her again. I started playing offense out of necessity, I couldn't run forever.

I attempted a suplex but she turned it around making me hit the mat. I readjusted my jaw before throwing some punches to her stomach and like that we danced. She landed more moves than I did, but I was durable. Eventually she had me in a prism trap. I couldn't see a way out.

I didn't feel anything. We stayed in that position. I didn't flail or scream. I just stood on my hands waiting for her to do something. Realizing this wasn't working, she trapped my arms instead, pulled them behind my head with her boot on my back. She pulled as much as she could, amazed when my arms crossed each other behind me. Her moves didn't work on me.

I took advantage of her shock, kicking her in the head, performing a roll over and pinning her shoulders to the floor. She struggled but she didn't kick out in time. The crowd erupted as the commentator announced the winner of the match.

~

I answered some fan questions before heading backstage. I found Becky and Rhea waited for me. Becky didn't look happy.

"What was that?? Are you cheating?"

I quickly shook my head.

"No, I know about the prism trap and whatever the other thing is called but for some reason they don't work on me. I don't know what happened. "

Rhea spoke up for the first time.

"You know, Becks, we could go get Shayna. She'll know more about this. She's in the gym."

"Fine."

Becky was still fuming but she seemed to realize the genius in Rhea's plan. Either way I probably get hurt, so a win for her I guess.

The three of us went up to the gym, where Shayna was brutalizing a punching bag. Becky called out to her.

"Shayna, you got a second?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"We need you to test something. Anne here seems to be immune to every submission move I tried on her. I know she's flexible but I need someone to test exactly how flexible."

A wicked smirk appeared on Shayna's face.

"I'm game. C'mon into the ring."

I followed her into the sparring ring as Becky and Rhea watched us.

Shayna started with the classics. Some of them were uncomfortable but not enough to make me tap out. She tried everything from a figure four to the Cobra Clutch eventually ended on a Tongan Death Grip. Shayna growled in frustration before turning to Becky.

"What the fuck? Is this some kind of prank? There is no way."

Becky gave her a deadpan stare.

"Exactly what I said."

"Ok anyway, I'm gonna go, I promised Liv I'd go grab a coffee with her."

~

Every since my encounter with Shayna, she's been attacking me randomly, convinced I was cheating some how. The last time was in the hallway while Bianca introduced me to John Cena. Not the way I wanted our first meeting to go. Could have met John Cena without the Hammerlock but sure I guess.

I was going up against Rhea next and Alexa Bliss dragged me towards a makeup artist before to match. Apparently I looked good in Navy Blue.

Rhea spent her time tossing me around. I couldn't do much as she had both a height and strength advantage. But I was fast and flexible. I enjoyed the fight immensely. She's pretty when she's angry. I kicked her a few times, delivered a tornado and I tried a Cobra Clutch, but she powered herself out. Her destructive high risk moves made it easier for me. All I had to do was dodge, but eventually my moves turned sloppy and after 15 minutes I was exhausted. She beat me up a little more, taunting me by grabbing my face gently in her hand as I was about to pass out. She pinned me and I accepted my defeat, going limp underneath her.

I could picture Becky and Shayna celebrating Rhea's victory.

I was on my back in the ring, listening to the commentators and fans cheering as Rhea answer questions and posed for photos. Eventually I heard Rhea close to me.

"C'mon, we need to clear the ring for Hunter and Kurt. You need to get up, or I'm going to have to carry you out."

"Carry me, I don't think I can walk."

Rhea chuckled at me before lifting me up in her arms. The commentators noticed and made a few jokes about it, before Rhea took me backstage. She put me down on the floor, directly in front of Becky who was sat on the couch behind me.

"You two look terrible. But I can't blame you, that was intense. And it took ages."

Rhea shot her a look before plopping down next to her, turning on the TV in front of us to watch Kurt and Hunter. After a few minutes, I grew weak, resting my head against Becky's legs. She shifted her leg, before dropping her head to speak to me.

"Come sit up here, before you fall asleep like that."

I painfully stood up, before falling back down in the small space between Becky and Rhea. Rhea threw an arm over my shoulders and Becky let one of her hands rest on my thigh. After a while, my eyes started to fall shut, my head falling back.

I forced my eyes open as I heard someone enter the room. It was Shayna. Not wanting to be tossed around again, I quickly grabbed my stuff, thanked Rhea for the match and wished the three women a good night before exiting. Not noticing the glance Rhea shared with Becky, I made a beeline for my car.

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An hour later I sat at my hotel room desk with some cheap takeaway pizza and a liter of Coke. It was an exhausting day and I deserved it. I lifted the last piece from the box, staring at the TV in my room. I was watching an old NXT match between Rhea and Becky.

Then a knock made me pause the match. I frowned, slowly creeping towards the door. I pulled it open a little bit before a tattooed hand pushed it the rest of the way. It was Rhea, but she wasn't alone.

Becky strutted into the room was a backpack in her hands as Rhea held the door for her. She immediately spotted the TV screen, still paused on their match.

"So you had the same idea as us."

"What do you mean? Why are you two here?" I raised an eyebrow in her direction as Rhea closed the door, locking it. She turned to face me while Becky searched for the TV remote.

"We can go," I frowned at that, "but that look tells me you don't want us to."

Becky chimed in as she muted the TV, rewinding to the start of the match. "To answer your question, we are here for the same reason you are watching this match. The problem we had though, is that we don't have access to any of your old matches. So we thought we'd drop by to answer some of our questions." She pulled out a bundle of rope from the backpack. "And, of course, to find out how flexible you really are." She grinned at me, pulling the rope tight between her fingers.

Rhea leapt into action. Pulling me closer to her, she smashed her lips into mine as her hand cupped my face. Her other hand pinched the soft parts on my hip, making me gasp. She used this opportunity to force her tongue into my mouth. Two arms wrapped around my waist. I felt my feet leave the ground and suddenly I was being carried towards the bed.

She broke the kiss, throwing me onto the bed. Becky flipped me over onto my stomach.

"Let's start with a reverse prayer. How does that sound?"

She forced my arms behind my back as Rhea held my legs still. My head pressing painfully into the pillow. I groaned as Becky immediately forced my arms into a near impossible position. Bringing them behind my back, she bent my elbow letting my hands face eachother just below my neck. She tied the rope around my bicep, securing it to my forearm. I squeaked as she repeated the process on my other arm, before forcing my palms together over my spine.

Rhea let go of my legs, giving me the opportunity to try and kick Becky off. I made a weak attempt, but was stopped when Becky moved to sit on top of my calfs. I struggled against the rope as I heard fabric rip.

I gasped as my bare back was exposed to air. Rhea tore the rest of my tank top clean off. Then lifted my head to whisper in my ear.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for us? Or are we gonna have a problem?"

"I'll be," I gulped as she cut a slit in the front of my sportsbra. "I'll be good."

Smirking, she flipped me over to rip off my bra. Dropping me on my back, pressure bloomed in my shoulder as my bound arms were crushed beneath my own weight. She let out a low whistle as Becky smirked.

"You look so pretty, tied up and exposed like this. Just for us."

I whined as Becky attached her mouth to my neck, leaving bite marks and bruises. Rhea plucked off my shorts before burying her head in my thighs. She sucked at my inner thighs making them quiver.

Rhea moved up, sucking at my clit through my underwear. My back arched. Becky pinched one of my nipples, taking the other between her teeth causing moans to tumble off my tongue. Rhea pulled my underwear out of the way, burying two fingers in my wet hole.

"Soaking wet, just for us."

I whimpered as she curled her fingers inside me, my legs shaking. Becky released my swollen nipples and stood up, sitting back down with my head between her knees.

"You don't get to cum before I do. Am I clear?"

I could barely nod as Rhea played with my clit. I leaned up, sticking my tongue into her hole. She gripped my hair painfully hard. Rubbing her pussy against my tongue, she rode my face. I flicked my tongue against her clit and she was pushed over the edge. I licked up every drop of her orgasm, feeling my own approaching.

Rhea fucked me with three fingers while her other hand held my hip impossibly tight. She put pressure on my clit with her thumb and my orgasm tore through me. I screamed out.

"Rhea, yes! Rhea- Becky- Oh God, please!"

Rhea removed her fingers. She rubbed soothing circles into my hip. Becky pulled her fingers through my hair while my eyes fell shut. She laughed.

"Oh Cupcake, we're not done."

She pulled a blindfold out of her backpack, along with a small bullet vibrator. She secured the blindfold around my head before climbing off my chest. Then I was picked up and put down on my stomach on the carpet. I moaned as the vibrator was pushed into my sensitive pussy, vibrating at its lowest setting. It was quickly covered by my underwear. Rhea was quick to set the rules.

"You're only job is to follow our instructions. If you're uncomfortable or in pain you will say so. If you decide not to follow our instructions, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

I nodded shakily.

"Use your words, love."

The use of the pet name made me blush. My voice was quiet and airy as I spoke.

"I understand."

Becky chuckled at my tone before planting a heeled boot on my back. She started undoing the ropes around my arms.

"Give me your hands and keep your arms straight."

I complied, sticking my arms out in her direction. She took my hands on crossed my arms behind my back. She pushed down on my arms, trying to see how flat they could be. Her boot still pinning me to the floor, I could barely raise my shoulders off the ground. I groaned as she pushed a little harder, trying to force my hands to the ground.

"Ow, ow, ok, that hurts."

"Alright," She let up, "that's fine. Relax."

I took a deep breath as she removed her boot, letting my arms go.

"Sit up.

I listened, moving to sit cross-legged on the carpet. I tried my best to ignore the warm buzzing in my hole.

"Straighten your legs into a split."

Finding it easy to follow her instructions, I straightened my legs. Then the vibrator was turned up to max. I groaned, my whole body feeling the need to curl up. I crumbled, having to use my elbow to support myself as my orgasm approached. I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle my moans.

My legs, still in a split, trembled as my second orgasm ripped through me.

"Hm- Becky- Rhea- please, so good!"

"You can relax."

I didn't even know who said it, but I listened. I curled up, my legs snapping back together. I lay there in a fetal position as the vibrator slowed down.

"Can you do a bridge for me?"

I slowly moved into position, holding myself up with shaky legs. A hand found my back. Lifting my back higher into the air, forced my arms and legs to adjust. I was shaky at best when the vibrator was powered back on at a low setting. My legs shook while the hand firmly pushed me up even higher. I gasped at the sudden pressure on my shoulders. Tears stinging my eyes.

"I- I can't- I'm sorry. I can't."

"That's fine. Relax for me."

Two big hands held my waist, lowering me gently back to the ground. Another caressed my face while the vibrator still buzzed away.

"You're doing so good for us."

My breathing was unsteady.

"Alright, last one. Roll onto your stomach and bend your knees."

I complied. A yelp escaped me as the vibrator shifted.

"Good, now I want you to grab your ankles and bend your back to bring your feet down next to your head."

"I don't- I don't understand."

"That's fine, just relax."

An arm under my thighs lifted me up while a pair of hands guided my feet over my shoulders, letting them land next to my head. A larger hand supported my back as it bent at an impossible angle.

"Hold your feet with your hands." I obeyed. "Good girl." That sent a chill up my spine while hands caressed my sides.

Suddenly the vibrator was turned up. I screamed as it buzzed against my sensitive, red clit. Pain turned into unbearable pleasure and my third orgasm hit me like a bus.

I screamed their names as my body ached from still holding the position. The vibrator was removed.

"You can relax."

I did. Letting go of my feet and immediately curling up into a fetal position, I felt vulnerable. I was lifted off the carpet and put on the bed. A soft hand rubbed soothing circles into my back.

"You did so good for us."

The blindfold was removed and I saw Rhea looking down at me. She pulled me into her lap and I collapsed in her arms. Burying my face in her neck, I melted into her warmth with Becky still rubbing my back. Rhea wrapped an arm around me while the other picked up the TV remote.

Their match played on the TV as I soaked in Rhea's warmth, listening to their discussion as they recall details from the match. Rhea pressed a kiss to my forehead as I drifted off.

"Good girl."

[ashley-jones]

Thanking of a Shadowhunters x WWE story with my new OC

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Name: Salem Lightwood

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Height: 5'4

Weight: 136 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Red and Gold

Species: Shadowhunters & Warlock Hybrid

Sexuality: Lesbian

Relationship Status: Single

Family:

Father: Robert Lightwood

Mother: Maryse Lightwood

Sister: Isabelle Lightwood

Brother: Max Lightwood

Adoptive Brother: Jace Herondale

Brother in Law: Mangos Bane

Love Interests:

Lilith - 5 months together

Eve - 1 year

Rhea Ripley / Demi Bennett - Currently

Hodge Stark weather - Forced Engagement

Abilities:

Nephilim Physiology - enhanced physical and mental abilities granted to her by the angel blood of Raziel in her veins and also by the angelic Marks of the Gray Book. This includes enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina, and coordination, which continue to improve over time and practice.

The Sight - easily see through most magical illusions and layers of glamour over reality.

Runic Magic - Due to the angel blood in their veins, all Shadowhunters are all able to apply runes on their skin without any real danger. These Marks, in turn, give varied effects that serve to benefit the wearer.

Use of Heavenly Weapons - able to perform tasks unique to their species, such as the ability to use and call on the power of angels for their seraph blades, as well as to handle any heavenly weapons or objects with effect, which would normally not work for other species.

Expert Hand to Hand Combat - highly skilled in armed and unarmed combat

Heavenly Fire Manipulation - entire cellular system became infused with heavenly fire as it covered around her body which would kill her and any downworlder with demonic blood if she made physical contact.

Telekinesis - commonly shown controlling people and objects through the use of hand gestures.

Teleportation - can magically teleport people and items from one place to another. 

Portal Opening - can open portals or a dimensional doorway that can be used as a means for rapid travel all over the world

Healing - capable of rapidly and completely healing other people

Warding - able to put up powerful barriers of magic that can protect buildings/locations

Conjuration - able to effortlessly conjure objects like

Astral Projection - able to project a holographic version of herself

Summoning - able to summon either demonic or angelic entities.

Shield Generation - able to project a shield comprised of see-through red energy to protect herself

Relationships:

Alec Lightwood -

Her older brother by 1 year. He trained her and showed her how to use her powers when she was still very young. He is also someone she can talk to openly about her sexuality, and feeling towards the same sex.

Isabelle Lightwood -

Her younger sister by 1 year. These two could talk about the most random of things for absolute hours and lose complete track of time. These two can also train for hours or even days without growing tired, then go and sit at a bar messing with prey and mundanes.

Jace Herondale -

It's her baby brother, she would protect him with her every inch of her soul, just as he would for her. But there are times where she could kill him, even of the smallest of things.

Clary Fairchild -

Like literal sisters. The two love sitting in either of their rooms and just drawing as they listen to her friends band on repeat.

Magnus Bane -

If it weren't Mangos sharing parts of his soul with her she would be dead. She owes him a great debt that would never be repaid in her mindset. He is also her big brother in law that hugs her tightly, and helps her when she loses control of her new warlock abilities. He protects her with all he'd got like a big brother would for his baby sister.

Lilith -

They dated for 2 years. It was an awful relationship. Never to return.

Rhea Ripley / Demi Bennett -

Demi could see her on a mission, no Mundane should be able to see a Shadowhunters while their under Glamour. She had to save Demi and take her back to the base after a vampire attack, and from there on they where inseparable. Salem blames it on Mangos and Isabella.

Robert Lightwood -

There is no relationship

Maryse Lightwood -

There is no relationship

Max Lightwood -

She hasn't seen Max since she was an infant, but she cares for him deeply through stories and memories.

[harmshake]

✨wip ask game✨

rules: share the document titles for your 10 latest wips. then send me a number or title (if you'd like!), I'll share a snippet, and I'll add to my wip at least 100 words.

1. "In Session" — Carmelo Hayes x Brianna (fem!black!oc)

2. "For You" — Cody Rhodes x Fem Reader (y'all make me SICK cuz I can't believe y'all got me into Thomas Jefferson and now I'm already working on another fic 😭)

3. "The Boudoir" — Roman Reigns x Kalifa (fem!black!oc)

4. "Talk It Through" — Roman Reigns x Fem Reader

5. "Call of the Wild, Part 3" — AU Roman Reigns (Demigod) x Nevaeh (fem!black!oc)

6. "Midnight Hour" — Roman Reigns x Black Fem Reader

7. "50 Shades of Red" — Roman Reigns x Fem Reader

8. "Dreaming of You" — Daniel Garcia x Fem Reader

9. "Dessert for Two" — Daniel Garcia x Black Fem Reader

10. "Easy" — Rhea Ripley x Fem Reader

a/n: I'll let you know right now, "In Session" is coming tomorrow. 🤭

tagging cuz I wanna see your snippets: @megamindsecretlair @theninthwonder @crxssjae @judgementdaysunshine @jeyusos-girl @empressdede @thesamoanqueen @msbigredmachine @iguessilikewrestlingnow @notapradagurl7 @southerngirl41 @visionarymode @alyyaanna @whatdoeseverybodywant @sassginaswanmills 💗

[kamabrahr]

Writing Requests open!

Kieran here, ready to polish their English skills with some drabbles, headcanons, oneshots, and anything your heart desires as long as they follow the rules!

I currently am mainly into the wrestling fandom, so here’s the list!

Wrestlers I can certainly write for

Male:

Adam Cole

Bray Wyatt

Chris Jericho

Christian Cage

Chuck Taylor

CM Punk

Cody Rhodes

Darby Allin

Dean Ambrose  (I consider him a COMPLETELY different entity from Jon Moxley...sue me.)

Drew McIntyre

Eddie Kingston

Edge

Jeff Hardy

Johnny Gargano

Jon Moxley

Jungle Boy

Kane

Lance Archer

Luchasaurus

Malakai Black

Marko Stunt

Matt Jackson

MJF

Mustafa Ali

Nick Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ortiz

PAC

Randy Orton

Roman Reigns

Sammy Guevara

Seth Rollins

Shawn Michaels

Sting

Tony Khan (*cough*)

Trent? (?)

Triple H

Undertaker

Wardlow

Wheeler Yuta

Female:

Abadon

AJ Lee

Alexa Bliss

Anna Jay

Asuka

Bayley

Becky Lynch

Bianca Belair

Britt Baker

Dakota Kai

Hikaru Shida

Io Shirai

Jamie Hayter

Kris Statlander

Lita

Liv Morgan

Maki Itoh

Naomi

Natalya

Nikki A.S.H.

Penelope Ford

Rhea Ripley

Ruby Riott

Sasha Banks

Shayna Baszler

Stephanie McMahon

Tay Conti

Thunder Rosa

If they’re not on this list, you are totally always welcome to ask if I can write for them, and maybe I can, depending on how much creative juice I have in me!

And here are the rules to getting that content:

 Send an ask, if you’re not sure on what you want, then you are always welcome to DM me.

Specify what you want (headcanons, drabble, oneshot) with which wrestler(s), and whether it’s fluff, angst, comfort, NSFW, or others (throw me an AU and I might just grab it!). If it’s something more complicated, I will go over to your DMs and ask you for more specifications. If you don’t specify anything, it’s free real estate for me, and you’re going to have to see what you get on my Russian Roulette for you.

Specify the kinks if there are any. If it’s a no-no kink for me or a kink I’m not used to, then I will go over to your DMs if you’re not on anon to talk it out, see what we can do, and if it’s anon I unfortunately might just have to chop you off the board, I apologize.

You can also specify on certain things like genders, petite, plus-sizes, some illnesses or physical conditions like a person with vitiligo, scoliosis, an amputee, etc., but please don’t go super specific on appearances like blue eyes, brown curly hair or the likes. I might write a wrestler x wrestler or a wrestler x OC for you if you really want it and I’m in the right mindset, but beware, the writing is in my hands and you might not get exactly 100% of what you want.

Please be patient! I’m a kindergarten teacher with loads of work in my hands and some very fussy parents to handle with on the daily (the children are great, the parents...eh), so I’ll get to you, I promise, it might take some time!

With that all said, send ‘em over!

- Kieran

[kyleoreillylover]

Hii ! I love your works it's just so amazing!! Can I request a Dominik mysterio x reader and it's just fluff please?

Snuggles ➶ 🖤

Dominik Mysterio x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the rest of the Judgment Day have 2 things to do: Annoy the Bloodline and conduct business with them. But Dominik wants to add a third thing on the list, snuggling with you and not letting you go.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words, I'm so glad you love my works!! I hope this is all the fluff you wanted and is up to your standards lol. Hope you all enjoy! Also if you want to be added to a tag list for any future works I write, let me know in the comments!!

Warnings: Arguing (but it's just Jimmy and Solo lol), Mentions of drinking, etc.

You laughed with the rest of Judgment Day as you walked down the dimly lit hallway, Dominik's arm draped casually over your shoulder as the four of you made your way towards the Bloodline's locker room.

"How mad you think they're gonna be when they come back?" You giggled, leaning into Dominik's touch as you stepped closer to the locker room door.

"Stupidly mad." Rhea grinned, eyes flickering to the sticker on the door reading 'Bloodline Only.' She chuckled, nudging Finn, making him bring the keycard out Paul Heyman so graciously gave you all.

"That's half the fun of it. Can't wait to see Jimmy's stupid face when he sees us." Finn cackled, unlocking the door with a soft click.

"And Solo's face too, how did you get Paul to keep his mouth shut?" Damien turned to you and Rhea as you walked in the room, giving Dominik a smile when he pushed you in front of him and let you pass him first.

"Let's just say me and Rhea are very convincing." You answered as you all took in the room. The wide TV playing highlights from earlier matches, plush amenities on the tables, a dressing room area with neatly organized suitcases and gear, and comfortable chairs scattered around.

"Damn, this is fancy." Dominik whistled, bringing you to the plush couch and settling down, pulling you into his lap. "Cozy too," he added, wrapping his arms around you.

Rhea plopped down on a chair, crossing her legs as Finn and Damien looked around. "Jesus, he really is obsessed with himself." She commented, eyes on the pictures of Roman lining the walls.

You giggled at her words, nestling your head in Dominiks shoulder, your legs around his waist. "I think he has some sort of ego kink."

Dominik and Rhea laughed with you, Dominiks hands scratching gently down on your back as Finn let out a low whistle, walking over to the table and inspecting the snacks laid out.

"Look at all this! We've got to come here more often." Finn tossed a bag of chips to Damien, making him catch it with a smile. "Anyone up for some snacks while we wait?"

"Now you're speaking my language, man." Damien chuckled, catching the bag of chips and settling down on the couch next to you and Dom.

"So, how long do you reckon until they're done?" Rhea asked, leaning back in her chair, her boots propped up on a nearby table.

Finn sat down, eating his chips and shrugging. "You know Jimmy likes to gloat, and Solo is not far behind, so probably a while." Finn replied between bites. "But Paul said he wouldn't keep us waiting long."

You picked your head up from Dominik's shoulder, trying to keep a laugh from bubbling out when he tried to bring your head back turning to Finn.

"So, we've got some time to kill, huh?" You grinned, glancing around the room. You eyed the TV, the snacks, and then Dominik. "Wanna watch some Netflix while we wait for those goons?"

Dominik chuckled, his arms still securely around you. "Sounds good to me. What do you feel like watching?"

Rhea smiled mischievously at you, grabbing the TV Remote. "Wanna watch some horror then while we wait?"

Damien smirked, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "I'm game." Finn nodded, grabbing another bag of chips. "Horror it is."

You cuddled further into Dominik's arms, and he wrapped his arms tighter around you, smiling down at you.

"If you get scared, I'll protect you," he teased, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You rolled your eyes playfully, kissing his cheek in return. "Think it'll be the other way around." You joked as the movie played on the TV.

And the waiting game began.

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After 30 minutes, Jimmy, Solo, and Paul were all heading to the locker room after their brawl with LA Knight and John Cena. Jimmy was fuming after being attacked, slamming the door open since he is in front of everyone.

"What the hell is this!?" Jimmy walks in to the sight of the 5 of you having matching smirks on your face as he yelled at you.

"What's wrong?" Solo walks in the room after hearing the yelling, peering inside to see you sprawled onto the couch, Finn and Damien sitting side by side as Dominik playing with a llama with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair, your legs in Rhea's lap.

"That's no way to treat a guest, Jimmy." You pouted, smiling innocently at him. Rhea mirrored your smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

"She's right, Jimmy. Thought you'd have better hospitality." Rhea remarked with faux disappointment.

"Ya'll are in the wrong locker room! Get the hell out!" Jimmy snarled, pointing angrily at the door.

"We're actually right where we belong, mate." Finn smirked, taking a casual bite of a chip. "Isn't that right?" Damien smirked and nodded. "You're completely right, Finn."

Dominik looked up from his lama , grinning at an angry Jimmy. "And this is a really nice place, we're definitely gonna come here more often, aren't we guys?"

Jimmy's face turned bright red with rage, and he crosses the room and stepped in front of you guys.

"What are you even doing here?" He questioned with a scowl. "Solo, get them out!"

"Oh, Paul didn't tell you?" You glanced at Paul, who had entered the room behind Jimmy. He looked sheepish, avoiding eye contact.

"Oops, our bad. Must've slipped his mind," you said with mock innocence, earning a chuckle from Finn.

"Solo, there will be no need for that." Paul stopped Solo, placing a calming hand on his shoulder.

"They're here as guests. I may have forgotten to mention it, but they're perfectly welcome."

"Exactly. Paul invited us here to conduct some business under Roman's orders" Rhea explained, her voice turning serious as she looked at Jimmy. "So, unless you want to mess with your dear Tribal Chief, I suggest you calm down and show us some respect."

Jimmy's jaw dropped in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You've got to be kidding me..."

Solo, still seething with anger, glared at all of you. "This is ridiculous."

"Why didn't you tell us!" Jimmy turned his anger onto Paul, who gaped at him for a moment before clearing his throat. It was very entertaining.

"I must've slipped my mind, my apologies," Paul stammered, clearly trying to save face. You snickered alongside the rest of your friends at the sight.

"Looks like the Judgment Day will be staying a bit longer, then," Finn chimed in, looking far too pleased with the situation.

"Which means the rest of you need to leave. Rhea and I only need to speak to Paul, so the rest of you can go." You spoke up, still running your fingers through Dominik's hair, his head perking up at the sound of your voice.

"Exactly. So, why don't you show the gentleman out?" Rhea suggested, giving Jimmy and Solo a pointed look.

Jimmy immediately protested, shaking his head and glaring at you all. "Ain't no way we leaving. Ya'll need to get your asses outta my room!"

Damien stood up at his tone, crossing his arms over his chest and sizing Jimmy up. "Listen to the ladies. Leave, or we'll make you two leave."

Jimmy backed up when Damien took a step forward, knowing Damien could easily snap him in half.

Dominik smirked at the confrontation, lifting his head from your lap. "Yeah, Jimmy, we wouldn't want you to get hurt in your own locker room, now would we?" He teased, his playful tone only making Jimmy more furious.

Jimmy was about to explode with anger, but Paul grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Jimmy, this is under Tribal Cheifs orders, very specific orders. And you know Roman doesn’t want his business being messed with. and you wouldn’t want to mess with that and make the chief mad and have to face the consequences, would you? Paul warned him in a serious tone, fearful of what would happen if he messed up Roman's plans.

Jimmy finally relented, rolling his eyes but he knew he couldn't go against the Tribal Chief's orders.

"Fine, but this ain't over," Jimmy grumbled, glaring one last time at all of you before storming out of the room, Solo following him with a huff.

“You guys okay to be okay alone with Paul?” Damien asked you and Rhea once they left, Dominik perking up at the question.

“You sure you don’t need us for backup, hermosa?” Dominik discarded the llama and picked his head up from your lap and sat up in concern, tightening his grip on you.

You smiled at Dominik, patting his cheek affectionately. "We'll be fine, Dom, Paul isn't going to bite us," you reassured him, rubbing his back soothingly.

Rhea gave him a smile, fist-bumping him. "Besides, it's just business talk. We'll catch up with you guys in a bit."

Dominik reluctantly nodded, still looking a bit concerned but trusting your judgment. "Alright, but you owe me snuggles.” He kissed your nose, making you giggle.

“I promise, I'll make it up to you," you replied with a wink, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Dominik melted into your kiss and stood up, stretching before looking at the others. "Let leave the ladies to their business then."

The rest of Judgment Day followed Dominik's lead and made their way out of the locker room, leaving you and Rhea alone with Paul.

“Now that everyone is gone…” Rhea picked up on your tone, finishing the sentence you had started. She leaned forward, a serious expression on her face. “Let’s get down to business.” Paul sat down in front of you two, gulping at the looks on you and Rhea’s faces, your glares making him nervous.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Of course ladies, let’s discuss our deal.”

You and Rhea exchanged a knowing glance, then turned your attention back to Paul. “But first, you need to do something for us.” Rhea began, glare never leaving her face.

Paul swallowed hard, nodding. “Whatever you ladies need, just name it.”

You leaned forward, your eyes locked onto Paul's. “We need you to acknowledge us.”

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You and Rhea made your way out the room, smiling to each other as you spotted the boys waiting for you in the hallway.

Dominik immediately walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you, and planting a soft kiss on your lips. "How did it go in there?"

You grinned, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perfect. We got what we needed, trust me.”

Rhea dabbed up Finn and Damian. “We’ve got Paul right where we want him, and Jimmy and Solo will be at our beck and call at your tag team match on Monday.”

Dominik squeezed you a little tighter in his embrace. "That's my girl," he said with a proud smirk.

Finn grinned at Rhea’s words, giving you both a proud smile. “Nice work, ladies. Cody and Jey won’t know what hit them.”

Damien smirked confidently, looking at one half of tag team championships around his waist. “With Paul under our thumb and The Bloodline wrapped around our fingers, we're unstoppable."

You smiled, feeling the sense of accomplishment wash over you.

“Now we can party!”

Damien's eyes lit up at your words. "Hell yeah, let's celebrate!" He hollered, clapping you on the back.

Finn hollered with him, "Bet none of you can't drink more than me!"

Dominik scoffed, his arm around your waist. "You can barely drink more than me, Finn."

Damien chuckled at their words, "Says the lightweight. You guys aren't on my level."

"Newsflash, none of you idiots can't drink as much as me." Rhea butt in with a smirk, wrapping an arm around Finn's shoulder.

The three bickered while walking out of the arena, you and Dominik sharing a look as you trailed behind them.

"They are so gonna get drunk."

You chuckled, leaning into Dominik's side as you watched your friends argue about who could handle their alcohol better. "Wanna bet on who's gonna throw up first?"

"Definitely you." You gasped playfully, swatting his chest. "That is so not true!"

Dominik gave you a knowing look. ""I've seen you after a couple of drinks, mi amor. You start giggling like crazy, and then you get all lovey-dovey. And then 9 times out of 10 you get sick."

You rolled your eyes, pouting dramatically. "That is not going to happen!"

Dominik chuckled, his arm tightening around you. "I'll believe it when I see it, cariño."

You let out a mock huff, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm gonna prove you wrong, I promise you that."

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You, in fact, did not prove him wrong.

You stumbled into your hotel room later that night, giggling uncontrollably, with Dominik supporting you as you leaned on him.

"See, I told you," Dominik teased, helping you sit down on the bed. "You can't handle your liquor, mi amor."

"No, I am handling it! I'm handling it reallllyy welllll." you protested, though your words were slurred. Maybe you shouldn't have challenged Rhea as to who could take the most shots. She always wins.

Dominik had an amused smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to take off your shoes, which you managed to do after a few attempts.

"Yeah, you're a definitely handling it reallyyyy welllll." he teased, kneeling down to help you with the other shoe. You pouted, looking at him with glassy eyes.

"You're mean, babe. I thought you were on my side."

He chuckled, finishing with your shoes and then standing up. "I am on your side, cariño. I'm just messing with you."

You gave him a playful scowl, then suddenly your mood shifted, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy, affectionate kiss. "I love you, Dom," you slurred.

Dominik couldn't help but laugh at your sudden shift in mood. He wrapped his arms around you and returned the kiss, his lips slow but sweet against your own in a gentle manner, not wanting to overwhelm you in your current state. "I love you too, mi amor," he whispered against your lips before planting another sweet kiss on them.

You melted into the kiss, feeling a warmth wash over you, and the dizziness from the alcohol seemed to fade away for a moment. Dominik's tenderness always had that effect on you, making you forget anything and everything but him and his touch.

He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Feeling a bit better now, cariño?" Dominik asked, his voice soft and full of affection.

You nodded slowly, a content smile on your face. "Much better now," you replied, your voice still a bit slurred but your gaze clear and focused on Dominik's. "You always make me feel better, Dom."

Dominik's heart swelled with love at your words, and he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "And I always want to make you feel that way."

You smiled, your drunken state his words mean that much more to you. "You're the best, Dom," you whispered, pulling him into another sweet kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair.

Dominik returned your kiss with the same tenderness, his heart overflowing with his love for you. But when you grabbed the back of his head to try and deepen it, he gently pulled back. "As much as I'd love to, cariño, you've had enough to drink for one night."

You pouted playfully, protesting, "But I want you, Dom." He chuckled, his eyes full of adoration.

"I want you too, mi amor, but I want you to remember it."

You sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed with your arms outstretched." But I need you. Like really need you."

Dominik laughed at your dramatic self and crawled onto the bed next to you, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you. "You'll have me, cariño, just not right now." He leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. "You need some rest. We can have each other tomorrow."

You sighed contentedly after the sweet kiss, your eyes fluttering with a sense of warmth. "Fine, tomorrow," you mumbled, snuggling into Dominik's side, your hand finding his, fingers entwining and almost falling asleep on his chest.

"Baby, as much as I want to cuddle with you, you need to change first." Dominik gently reminded you, trying to stifle a chuckle at your intoxicated state.

"Don't wanna get up." You giggled, nuzzling your face into his chest. "Too comfy with you, Dom.Y ou smell so good."

Dominik couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I know, mi amor, but we can cuddle after you change. You'll still be comfy with me, I promise."

You didn't let him go, moving even closer to him. "Carry me, babe."

Dominik chuckled, finding your request absolutely adorable. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up gently and cradling you in his arms as he stood. "You're lucky you're so cute," he teased, making his way to the bathroom with you in his arms.

He helped you brush your teeth and get changed, and then carried you back to bed, wrapping you up in the cozy blankets. Dominik joined you, pulling you close, and you snuggled against his chest.

"You promised me snuggles, remember?" Dominik playfully reminded you, smiling as you nodded sleepily, your eyelids heavy as you nestled even closer to Dominik's warmth. "I didn't forget, Dom. You give the best snuggles."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I love you." Dominik smiled, holding you close. "I love you too, mi amor. Sweet dreams."

"You promise I can have you tomorrow?" You asked, your eyes half-closed, your voice soft and dreamy.

"I promise," Dominik replied, kissing your forehead as his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back as you started to drift off to sleep. "You can have all of me tomorrow, every moment, cariño. Goodnight."

You smiled sleepily, feeling completely safe and loved in Dominik's arms. "Can't wait."

Dominik watched with a smile as you drifted off to sleep, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings until his eyes grew heavy.

He pulled you even closer before he succumbed to sleep, finally relaxed and content, getting all the snuggles he wanted.

[kyleoreillylover]

Anger Management

Summary: Sami is sick and tired of you and Kevin's temper tantrums. He decides to do something about it.

pairings: Kevin Owens x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff!!

word count: 3,651

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant

a/n: I love zowens. they are so babygirl and have been my brain rot for so freaking long. Hope ya'll enjoy!

"And joining me are the Undisputed Tag Team Champions, Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens, and the WWE Women's Champion, Y/N!"

You walked over to Byron with your best friends on either side of you, the three of you wearing a smile to the camera. Albiet, at least a forced smile on your face. You had too much shit on your plate and an interview was the least important thing on your list.

"Thank you for having us Byron." Sami sensed that something was bothering you and rested his elbow on your shoulder, his touch conveying comfort as Kevin wore a similar forced smile on his face. He knew the two of you were on the brink of snapping as you had over the past couple weeks, but he hoped he didn't have to call you out in front of the cameras.

"No problem. Now, I have to ask you guys, how are you feeling with the Bloodline implosion that happened and we all knew would happen." The fake smiles dropped from you and Kevin's faces ,replaced with scowls that could melt steel.

"Oh my god Byron! Who cares about the stupid Bloodline? Cause I don't care! Don't you get sick and tired of asking these stupid questions about the stupid Bloodline, cause I am!" Kevin quite literally screamed in your ears, his face already flushed red with the force of his frustration.

"Kevin, calm down," Sami said, placing a hand on his arm and attempting to diffuse the situation as the tension in the room escalated.

But you thought Kevin was right. These stupid interviewers should be asking questions about things that actually matter, like I don't know, your championships? 

"No, why should he calm down! Every time we're here, it's the same damn questions. 'How do you feel about the Bloodline? What are your thoughts about the new thing happening with the Bloodline?' It's like they don't care about anything else, even though we are the champions!" You glared at Byron, frustration boiling over as you vented your pent-up irritation.

"Y/N, calm down!" Sami was like a broken record, now grabbing your shoulder and trying to ease the rising tension.

"I-I'm sorry, I just asked because of the impact that the Bloodline has on the WWE since their inception-" Bryon's apologetic crap was cut off by Kevin, who was unable to contain his frustration any longer.

"Impact? Impact? You wanna talk about impact? How about the impact we've made as champions, huh? Y/N here is the Women's Champion, and Sami and I are the Undisputed Tag Team Champions! Doesn't that matter to you guys at all?"

"Yeah, doesn't that matter instead of this constant obsession with the Bloodline?" You  chimed in, huffing at the repetitive nature of the interview questions. Byron, visibly taken aback, attempted to salvage the interview.

"I-I apologize if it seemed that way. We just thought that given the recent events with the Bloodline, it'd be relevant to—" Byron stuttered, trying to justify his line of questioning.

"Both of you, calm down!" Sami's loud voice echoed in the room, finally making you and Kevin be quiet and stop losing your shit. He took a deep breath, looking at each of you with a calming yet worrisome gaze.

"Look, I didn't wanna talk about this in front of Byron." Your eyebrows furrowed and you exchanged confused glances with Kevin, unsure of what Sami was about to address.

"No no, don't hold back for Byron's sake. Say it." You urged Sami, expecting another defense of both your frustration.s

Sami let out a sigh, looking between you and Kevin. "Alright, fine. You guys have an anger problem."

"......."

"What?" both you and Kevin exclaimed simultaneously, your voices dripping with disbelief.

"Yeah, right!" Kevin snorted, shooting a disbelieving glance at Sami. "I don't have an anger problem. I just don't tolerate nonsense, especially when it comes from idiots."

"Exactly," you chimed in, crossing your arms. "I don't have an anger problem either. I'm just passionate and talk loudly, Sami. You know this!"

Sami shook his head, his voice calm but assertive. "Guys, come on. Remember last week, Y/N, when Shayna accidentally spilled water on you? You nearly went off the rails, ready to take her down."

"She did it on purpose!" you exclaimed defensively, crossing your arms.

"The janitor accidentally pushed her! You saw it!" Sami countered, frustration creeping into his tone.

Turning to Kevin, Sami continued, "And you, Kevin, remember when you nearly went after Vinci for simply walking past you?"

"That baldie shouldn't have been walking past me all smug!" Kevin defended, his agitation evident.

Sami shook his head, a mix of concern and exasperation on his face. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You both have a tendency to overreact to minor things."

"That's ridiculous!" you protested.

"Yeah, we're just passionate about what we do!" Kevin added, crossing his arms defiantly.

Sami sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Alright, here's the deal. If you both can get through the rest of tonight without snapping at anybody or anything, I'll drop it. But if either of you loses your cool, you have to admit to me that you both have a problem."

You exchanged a glance with Kevin, both of you wearing expressions torn between determination and skepticism. You guys totally did not have a problem, and you were gonna prove Sami wrong.

"Y'know what, fine. This is gonna be so easy anyways, you know why Y/N?" Kevin asked, a smug smile on his face.

"I know why. Because we don't have an anger problem in the first place!!" You paused with a smug grin on your face as you caught sight of Sami's knowing expression, the challenge set before you. "Let's get through this night without a single outburst, and then we'll see who's right."

The evening progressed, and Sami remained by your sides, observing the situations with a subtle smirk, occasionally looking at his watch as if counting down to something. You and Kevin did your best to keep your composure, but as the night unfolded, it grew increasingly challenging.

The three of you were walking down the hallway, when a technician accidentally bumped into Kevin, spilling water on him. You and Sami looked at each other in bated breath, anticipating Kevin's reaction. Surprisingly, Kevin's jaw clenched, but he managed to keep his cool, wiping the water off his jacket and giving the tech a fake smile.

"Oh, and it's ice water! You hate being wet and cold!" Sami's words seemed to make Kevin's eye twitch as you grabbed a towel, handing it to Kevin. 

"Nah, it's all good! You're all good, dude." Kevin wiped the water off his shirt and forced a smile, much to the surprise of both you and Sami. You exchanged a glance with Sami, impressed by Kevin's composure.

 Riddle strolled up to the three of you, flashing his trademark grin. Internally, you groaned, knowing Matt's tendency to spark off conversations at the most inconvenient times. As expected, he turned his attention to you, his relaxed demeanor exuding a laid-back vibe.

"Hey there, champs! Y/N, you're looking absolutely fabulous tonight. How about after the show, we grab some pizza and talk about the universe, man?" Ride flashed a grin in your direction, his relaxed and carefree attitude making your nerves jump.

"Umm, I'm good, Riddle." You tried to give Riddle the hint that you didnt wanna talk to him, but he didn't seem to catch it.

"Bro, c'mon, we can hang out, chill, and vibe together. It'll be totally awesome!" Matt continued, undeterred by your attempts to politely decline his offer.

"I'm really good, Riddle." You tried to signal your discomfort, but Riddle's obliviousness persisted.

"And then we can just kick it, grab a slice, and-" You cut Matt off mid-sentence, unable to take it anymore.

"Riddle, shut your mouth before I-" , Before you could say more, you glanced at Sami's expression, your words faltered mid-sentence. Panic flashed across your face as you realized what you were about to say.His raised eyebrow and warning look stopped you in your tracks. God, the hold this man has on you.

"I, uh, mean, shut up! I was just thinking of grabbing a bite with Kevin and Sami, thanks but, uh, never mind," you stumbled, trying to salvage the situation. Matt, oblivious to the tension, simply chuckled and shrugged, sauntering away in his usual carefree manner.

Sami looked at you with an amused yet knowing expression, clearly enjoying the struggle you were facing to keep your cool. "Smooth recovery there, Habibti. Real smooth."

You rolled your eyes as Kevin patted your shoulder, reassuringly. "You did the best you could with Riddle. That man does not know when to shut up." At Sami's look, Kevin shot his arms out and said defensively,

"Hey, it's true!"

Then, when you were busy doing your makeup backstage, Sami and Kevin sitting with you gossiping with themselves, Vinci and Ludwig Kaiser walked in, their smug expressions instantly causing a change in the atmosphere. You continued to focus on your makeup, hoping they'd leave without any confrontation. But that was just wishful thinking.

“Well well well, look who it is, Vinci sneered, glancing at Sami and Kevin before his eyes fixed on you. "The so-called champions, huh? How's it feel knowing that your reign is coming to an end soon?"

You clenched your jaw, internally cursing their timing. Sami linked both his hands with yours and Kevins, leaning closer as if trying to create a barrier between you and the duo. “To what do we owe this pleasure, Vinci?" Sami replied, trying to maintain a composed tone, though a hint of annoyance slipped through.

Vinci and Ludwig exchanged smug glances before Vinci continued, "Oh, just thought we'd remind you lads and the pretty lady here," Vinci smirked, his gaze lingering on you, "that our time is coming. The Undisputed Tag Team Championships are practically ours for the taking."

“Pretty lady?” Kevin muttered under his breath in disbelief, face scrunching up at the thought of someone like them flirting with you in front of him.

"You two again," You grumbled, visibly frustrated but trying your best to keep your mouth shut.

Vinci chuckled, clearly enjoying getting under your skin. “Oh, that reminds me, I got you a gift, darling.”

Kevin’s eye twitched when Vinci brought his arm out from behind his back and presented you flowers with a mocking smile, his tone dripping with condescension.

“A little something for the lady, you know, before I take your championships and her too."

You clicked your tongue sarcastically, refusing to take the flowers. “I’m good, baldie.”

Sami’s eyes darted between Vinci, Ludwig, you, and Kevin, sensing the tension thickening in the room. He moved swiftly, stepping closer to you and placing a hand gently on your shoulder, attempting to stop the escalating situation.

"Vinci, enough. Take your gifts and your talk somewhere else," Sami interjected, his voice firm trying to steer the conversation away from an inevitable explosion.

But Vinci persisted, pushing them closer to you. "Come on, don't be rude. A lady always accepts a gift."

That was the final straw. Kevin's patience snapped like a stretched rubber band. No one talks to you like that. He lunged forward, snatching the flowers from Vinci's hand. With a glare burning with fury, he threw the flowers onto the ground, stomping on them without any remorse.

“You wanna know how she feels about you? This is how she feels about you!” Kevin stomped on the flowers, his voice raised with anger as he directed his fury at Vinci. “This is how we all feel about you!”

Sami immediately stepped in between Kevin and Vinci, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated further. "Kevin, stop!"

But Kevin was seething, his chest heaving with anger. “No! I’m sick of these guys! I just wanna punch them in the face! So you know what?” Kevin grabbed his titles, pointing a finger in Vinci’s shocked face. “I am gonna punch you in the face! Me you, in that ring, right now!” Kevin left angrily, huffing and puffing. You and Sami watched in disbelief as Kevin stormed off, his frustration palpable, taking your titles and chasing after him.

At least Kevin waited until the bell rang to unleash his rage. This didn’t count, right?

As the night wore on, you both managed to navigate through various situations that tested your patience. However, the ultimate test came when Rhea, your long-time rival, interrupted you and your best friends promo in the ring.

Everyone knows you hate being interrupted!! She made her way to the ring with a smirk on her face, and her presence alone was enough to spike your blood pressure.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the overrated Women's Champion and her two sidekicks," Rhea sneered, eyeing you with disdain before turning her attention to Kevin and Sami. "And you two, still sticking around with her? Pathetic."

You bit your fist, and it was almost comical the way you were trying so hard to hold your frustration and anger bubbling beneath the surface at Rhea's derogatory remarks back. You exchanged a tense glance with Kevin, who clenched his fists but managed to maintain his composure. Sami stood between you and Rhea, sensing the rising tension.

"Rhea, there's no need for this," Sami interjected, attempting to defuse the situation.

"No need for what? To state the truth?" Rhea shot back, her words laced with venom. "It's quite clear, isn't it? Y/N here is a paper champion, and you two," she gestured dismissively at Kevin and Sami, "are just carrying dead weight. Champions? Ha!"

You struggled to keep your cool, your fists tightening at your sides. Sami shot you a warning look, silently urging you to maintain control. You tried to hold back the boiling rage at Rhea's words, but you were barely hanging on. Rhea got in your face at your lack of a response, smirking smugly, her words laced with malice.

"You know, you're just proving everyone right by staying silent. Can't handle the truth, can you?" Rhea taunted, her voice dripping with condescension.

"Shut up, Rhea." She ignored you, smiling devilishly. 

"You are nothing but a fake champion."

"Shut up Rhea."

"You and your boys are nothing but a joke."  Rhea's voice raised an octave, emphasizing each word with deliberate malice.

That was it. The last straw. No one talks about your boys without getting their ass kicked.

 In a split second, without thinking, your hand swung, delivering a resounding slap across Rhea's face. Rhea quickly punched you in retaliation, causing chaos to erupt in the ring as Kevin and Sami tried to separate the two of you, but it was like trying to separate wild animals.

Hair pulling, name-calling, and nail scratching ensued before Sami and Kevin latched both your arms and finally grabbed you, dragging you out of the ring as security rushed in to separate the brawl between you and Rhea. The backstage area was a frenzy of commotion as Sami and Kevin struggled to restrain your boiling anger. 

"Let me go! She had it coming!" you shouted, struggling against their grasp, your rage still uncontainable.

"Y/N, stop it!" Sami's voice was firm, but there was a hint of concern. "This is exactly what I was talking about."

"I don't have an anger problem! She insulted us!" you retorted, trying to break free.

The security guards stepped in, helping to separate the chaos. Rhea was being escorted in another direction, both of you yelling insults and threats back and forth.

"You psycho bitch!" Rhea screamed at you as she was being escorted away.

"Takes one to know one, bitch!" You yelled back, trying to break free of Sami and Kevins' grip, but they literally dragged you out of the arena, the camera capturing the chaotic scene as the broadcast switched to another segment.

They finally let go of you once you were outside, breathing heavily, seething with frustration, and the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

"I can't believe she said those things about us! She had it coming," you muttered angrily, pacing back and forth. Kevin was equally as angry for you, pacing with you, and Sami just about had enough. 

Sami sighed, rubbing his temples, clearly disappointed but not surprised by the outcome. "Y/N, that's exactly what I was afraid of. We need to talk about this."

"Talk about what? I defended us!" Your voice raised defensively, refusing to accept the possibility of having an anger issue.

"Y/N, you lost control. And so did Kevin, with Imperium. We can't keep denying this," Sami explained, his tone firm yet understanding.

Kevin crossed his arms, looking away with a stubborn expression. "I don't have an anger issue. That was just... Imperium being Imperium."

"Guys, come on," Sami pleaded, trying to reason with both of you.  "It took you both one night to prove my point."

Sami's expression was a mix of disappointment and concern. "Y/N, Kevin, this is what I was afraid of. You both need to admit that this is a problem."

"No! She insulted us! She had it coming!" you protested, grabbing Sami's hand and  trying to make him see reason. 

"Yeah, you know how annoying she can be, Sami. You can't expect us to just stand there and take it!" Kevin interjected, his frustration evident in his tone.

"Guys, this isn't about her. It's about us," Sami said firmly, trying to make you both understand. He squeezed your hand, his thumb gently rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your agitation.

"Look, I understand why you both reacted the way you did. But it's not about just this one incident. It's a pattern. We've had multiple instances where both of you have almost crossed the line," Sami explained, his voice filled with concern.

You sighed, feeling the weight of Sami's words sinking in. "I just... I hate when someone talks trash about us. I can't help but react."

"I get it, habibti. I really do." Sami put his arm around your shoulders, trying to comfort you. "But we need to find a way to handle situations like these without losing control. And the same goes for you, Kevin."

Kevin sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fine. Maybe... maybe I overreacted a little."

Sami let out a little smile, it wasn't often the two of you admitted any fault.  "That's a start, Kev." He brought him into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles into his back as a silent thank you for his admission  before turning to you, his expression softening. "Y/N, what about you?"

You sighed, not wanting to admit it but knowing deep down that Sami was right. Sami sensed your hesitation and gave you a tight but relaxing hug that left you momentarily speechless. When he pulled away, he looked at you with a gentle yet firm expression, waiting for your response.

"I... maybe I did overreact," you admitted, reluctantly conceding to Sami's observation. "But she was out of line."

Sami nodded understandingly, a small smile making its way onto his cute face at the way you were trying to come to terms with it. "I know she was, habibti. But that's what she wants. She wants to get under your skin, and when you react, she wins."

Sami paused, his eyes meeting yours, his gaze gentle yet firm. "I know you are protective of us, and I love you for that. But I don't want it to be at the cost of your well being. And my ears can't take any more screaming."

You chuckled at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Okay, okay," you relented, leaning into Sami's embrace. "Next time I'll just think of ripping of the face of whoever annoys me instead of actually doing it."

"That's all I'm asking for," Sami giggled, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. He then turned to Kevin, who stood there with a thoughtful expression.

"Kevin?" Sami's tone was encouraging, yet serious, awaiting Kevin's response.

Kevin scratched the back of his neck, his expression softening. "Yeah, alright. I'll work on it too." Sami smiled at him and leaned down to give him a platonic kiss on the cheek as well,, Kevin's anger melting away with every touch.

There was a peaceful silence until you and Kevin exchanged a glance, both of you having the same train of thought.

"But what if Rhea-"

"No."

"But what if Vinci tries to-"

"No."

"But what if-"

"No buts, guys!" Sami stopped your questions, laughing at your predictability. "Nothing is gonna happen tonight and if it does, we'll handle it together, calmly." Sami emphasized the last part, looking between the two of you with a serious look, as if daring you to object.

Kevin and you exchanged a knowing look, both of you thinking how this adorable puppy dog of a man could scare you more than any opponent in the ring when he's serious. You nodded in unison, accepting Sami's terms, knowing he wouldn't allow anything else.

Sami beamed, pleased that you both agreed. "Thank you. Now, if the two of you don't fight in the car, we can get Waffle House on the way back. Deal?"

"Deal!" You and Kevin chorused, sharing a smile at the thought of enjoying some delicious waffles after the intense night. You linked your arms with Sami and Kevin, walking to the rental car, ready to put the night behind and embrace the comfort of waffles and each other's company.

The two of you knew you'd have to eventually work on your anger, but you ignored that with the promise of delicious waffles in store for you tonight. (And maybe you'd break your promise to Sami by fighting over the bill, but that was future you's problems).

[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE (the judgment day)

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

The new member of The Judgment Day, Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

"That arrogance might cost you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

"Agreed."

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

"Pretty eyes as well."

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

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

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

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

"And then you'll kill me."

Rhea cut in from the other side of the room.

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

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

"How does this game work?"

"Don't worry about that, love."

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

"Just play along."

"Wha-"

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

"You've given me something."

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

"Poison."

Rhea grinned as she repeated herself.

"Painkillers."

"Aphrodisiacs."

"Maybe a little."

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

"And how is that relevant to me?"

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

"I would love to know what that means."

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

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

"Not good."

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

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

Then it stopped.

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

"No, please..."

No one replied.

~

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

All I could do was wait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

"What are those benefits you mentioned?"

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

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

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

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

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

"No, please don't leave."

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

"I'll join."

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

"Why is this so difficult?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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