#wwe fan fic

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Worthy (One-Shot)

I have never been more nervous about posting a fic in my life lmaooo... Trigger warning- this fic deals with heavy topics so I totally understand if yall rather skip out on it. The only reason I felt comfortable writing this fic and posting it is because I have firsthand experience with these kinds of topics/issues even though certain aspects of this fic are purely, well, fictional. I never wanna just gloss over serious topics like these or make them seem trivial... As always, thank you for reading and for supporting. (also the ending's a bit cheesy, I KNOW LMAO)💙💙💙

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader has a horrible day at work, and to top it off, she gets a bit jealous watching Damian celebrate his NXT North American Championship win with beautiful women.

Tags: established relationship, jealousy, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, disordered eating, body image issues, plus size reader.

Word Count: 1,453

I should’ve been excited. Elated, even. I should have been bursting at the seams because my boyfriend Damian had just won the NXT North American Championship. And I was. I was so incredibly proud of him. But underneath that feeling pride, a horrible, and ever-familiar monster had awoken from its slumber.

Watching Damian celebrate, looking at his wide, pleased smile and appreciative eyes sliding over the curvy bodies of the models that surrounded him as he showed off his brand-new title… I was jealous. Admitting that to myself felt like swallowing acid, but I was. I could lie to myself and say that due to the fact that I couldn’t be there with him in person to celebrate due to being held up with my job, but I knew better.

I never felt jealous when Damian would show appreciation for other women. That wasn’t the issue. Lord knows I could appreciate a gorgeous woman myself. Women were magical, whether they had soft curves, thick thighs, not-so-thick thighs, flat toned stomachs, body rolls… it was all beautiful to me. So, I didn’t blame his wandering eyes.

And it wasn’t that I thought he would stray away from me in favor of any of these gorgeous and model-type women… nah, I trusted him implicitly.

But every time I looked, he seemed to be surrounded by these beautiful women. And I was very much aware of his past. Aware that within the slew of women he tended to go for in the past, I was the “rare gem” so to speak. Though I was a model myself, I have a much fuller figure that was… a little hard to love sometimes, as much as I hated to say that. I suppose every woman goes through these insecurities, especially with the rise in social media and its ridiculously deceiving and downright mind-warping filters. But for me in the past, these insecurities reached an excessive level of unhealthy behaviors that I had to pull myself out of on my own, too ashamed to admit it to anyone else and to ask for help.

And now at this very moment, when I should’ve been calling my man to congratulate him on his very much deserved win, I was instead talking to my personal trainer for some extra workout sessions, 6 days a week.

I wasn’t exactly careless with my body. I worked out- 3 days a week, max. And I was relatively good at watching what I ate. But I could hear that familiar monster in my head now… growling at me that I could do better. Screaming at me that I needed to compete, compete, compete, with and measure up to these women that I didn’t even know. These women who clearly put the work into their bodies that I very much could benefit from myself. And that my boyfriend clearly appreciated. Realistic body image standards, be damned.

It didn’t help that I had a tough day at work.

Being a plus sized model wasn’t always easy. There was still a lot of work to be done when it comes to what society deems an acceptable body type that’s worthy of basic respect. And today was just more proof of that.

I was in the middle of a lingerie shoot for a very famous lingerie company, and I felt like a million bucks. I felt hot as hell in every number they brought out… until one of the garments ripped. In the back of my head, I knew that it wasn’t my fault that the garment didn’t fit. I knew it was their responsibility to make sure that they had the appropriate sizes for all of their models. But that fucking monster called insecurity reared its ugly head back and bit me right in the ass again. Though the photographer and the stylists didn’t say anything outright mean to me, I could tell they were frustrated. They were frustrated that I wasn’t a “regular” sized 0 who they could fit into anything. I could see the contempt in their eyes and hear it in their voices. The type of contempt reserved for people they deemed unworthy and lower than them. People who they peg as someone who just didn’t take care of themselves as they should… This campaign was just a way to win brownie points, not something they all genuinely believed in.

It fucking sucked and I hadn’t felt this low in a very long time.

But I had decided from here on out that maybe… maybe listening to that monster was the right thing to do…

~~

And so, it began…

Workouts, calorie counting, lemon water that did absolutely nothing except douse my teeth in citric acid, but my trainer swore by it.

The day after I contacted my personal trainer, we both got to work. 2 hours at the gym, 6 days a week, 7 if I was feeling up to it, she said. those closest to me and Damian- and Damian himself- had no idea about my new workout regime. I knew they’d look at me like I was crazy, especially considering I didn’t have a career that merited such an excessive diet and workout regime. No career merited the lengths I was going to in order to lose weight, to be honest.

Nobody except Damian and Rhea began to notice the pallor of my skin. The missed meals, the almost obsessive way I’d scan the ingredients and calories at the grocery store.

I was losing weight. I was happy to see the number go down on the scale week after week, but I wasn’t prepared for it all to come to screeching halt….

~~

‘Damian, mate- pick up the fucking phone. Your girlfriend just fainted at the gym. Buddy and I are taking her to the hospital.’

Damian’s heart sank as he heard Rhea’s voicemail and the words that she spoke sunk in.

He figured this would happen, though. Though he didn’t really broach the topic with me like he felt he should’ve, he noticed how unhealthy my routine had become. His alarm bells started going off even more one day when he accompanied me to one of my workouts and he watched the way I pushed myself to my very limit. Foolishly, I had invited him that one day, thinking ‘well, this is working! So, it must not be that bad!’

And seeing his crestfallen and worried face fall as he walked into the hospital room I was in, felt just as bad as that ugly monster that was always lurking in the back of my head, ready to pounce.

“Muneca… what happened?” he asked, his tone pleading. Pleading to understand how we got here.

And so, with tears in my eyes, I unloaded. I told him everything from my past issues with eating and my weight, to the events that got me into this hospital room. And he listened. He didn’t interrupt me once until I was done.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” Damian asked, squeezing my hand in his for dear life.

I shrugged.

“I dunno.. I didn’t want any sympathy, I guess. We all have shit we go through. Insecurities… It is what it is.” I shrugged again with a nonchalance I didn’t feel.

“… You know you’re beautiful to me, right? Mi muneca hermosa,” he said, smiling softly at me. So softly and tenderly that I swore I’d melt right into the sheets. “I know that’s not a magical cure or whatever, but still. I need you to know that. And that I’m here for you. Okay?” he asked, wiping the silent tears that cascaded down my cheeks.

I nodded, not trusting myself to not break into hideous sobs.

And yeah, it wasn’t a magical cure by any means. But seeing myself in that hospital room was what I needed to get back on track. Things weren’t perfect and I knew that that monster would always be there. Waiting…. Salivating as it waited for the perfect opportunity to sink its claws into me. And just knowing that I almost let it win scared the shit outta me.

But as I left that hospital with my boyfriend, my friends, a new therapist-and a new personal trainer, but they would have to wait a bit-, and a little more hope in my heart, I felt like I was finally taking the steps to be better. Not to change myself completely, but to just be the best version of me that I could be, for me. Not for Damian, not for designers and photographers who only viewed me as worthy if I could fit into their clothes and make them money.

For me. Because I’m more than worthy…

[dirtywrestling]

Next Fan Fic Friday Is About...

Rhea Ripley! Thank you to everyone who voted! I am so excited to write this one shot about her!

[wrestlewriting]

A teaser,,,,,

            “Hey.”

            “Hey,” Reegan replied. “How’s it going?”

            “Oh ya know, just the night before my wedding, no worries over here, nope, none at all,” Bryan stated, causing her to giggle and roll her eyes.

            “I knew you’d take the freak-out route.”

            “It’s not a freak-out. Well, not in the like panic sense. Just a ‘holy crap, it’s happening’ kind of way, ya know?”

            “Not scared, just excited.”

            “Yea, that,” Bryan agreed. “It’s gonna be good, I already know that.”

            “It’ll be the best damn hippie-crunchy-granola wedding of all time!” Reegan agreed with enthusiasm. He made a long-suffering scoff sound.

            “Thanks,” he muttered, though she knew he was smiling.

            “Anytime,” she grinned to herself.

            “What about you? You alright?”

            “Peachy keen, jelly bean,” Reegan replied. “I’m just enjoying a nice night, looking at the stars.”

            “I was actually thinking about doing the same,” he laughed. “Figured it might help calm me down to maybe sleep.”

            “You should come join me,” she stated. “Bring a blanket too. It’s kinda chilly in Arizona tonight.”

            The moment of silence that followed her words was heavy, to say the least. She couldn’t help but hold her breath as she waited for him to process her words.

            “…you’re here,” Bryan breathed out, and the emotion in his tone made tears come to her eyes. He sounded amazed, surprised, happy.

            “Of course I’m here, pollo,” Reegan replied softly, blinking her watery eyes slowly to try to keep the tears in. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

            “Where are you? Like, at the resort?”

            “Yep,” she stated. “In the back, back. Like past the pool.”

            “I’ll be there in a minute,” Bryan decided.

            “OK. And I was serious about the blanket,” Reegan replied.

            “Got it,” he agreed. And that was apparently his goodbye as she heard the phone call end. Reegan rolled her eyes to herself, not being surprised. Putting her phone back on the ground beside the bench next to the water bottle she’d brought, she looked back up at the stars.

Taking in a deep breath, Reegan attempted to settle her emotions, her heart. She knew it was going to be a heavy weekend. She had tried to prepare herself for it, but she knew really there was no preparing. She had to face many of her coworkers, friends, for the first time as a widow. She had to attend a wedding, a celebration of love and commitment, without the man she had done the same with so many years ago. And that wound of loss was still so very, very fresh. She was to witness one of her best friends, one of her husband’s best friends, get married without her husband by his side as had been the plan. She hoped that her presence wouldn’t put an even darker cloud over the celebration.

Reegan heard footsteps approaching, and found Bryan coming around the corner, a blanket from the hotel bed in his arms. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie himself, and once he saw her, a smile broke across his face.

“Annie,” he said, almost as if he had to confirm it was her in front of him. He threw the blanket down on the bench beside her, and she was barely standing before he had his arms around her. Reegan had to giggle, as he lifted her from her feet, her arms securely around his neck. “I am so happy you’re here.”

“Me too,” she replied. There were so many other things she wanted to say, but she found any words dying in her throat as she squeezed him tighter. His arms tightening around her kept the tears just a little more at bay.

“How did you pull this off?”

Her watery giggle was all the answer he apparently would get, as he put her back onto her feet, and stepped back enough to hold her by her arms.

“Seriously Ree, what the fuck? I really thought you wouldn’t be here,” Bryan stated, his eyes a strange combination of loving and hurt.

“I’m so sorry,” she sniveled, squeezing his forearms. Taking in a deep breath, she did her best to get her emotions back under control. Though the alcohol she’d had prior to this moment wasn’t making it any easier.

[mamirhodessxox]

MY WIFE AND HUSBAND ARE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER CHAT HOLLLYYYY-

[thefirstforgottenpages]

I Learn From The Best

Authors note: hhhhhh was on a flight and that’s enough time to write a long fic sooooo buckle up buttercups

Also MAJOR disclaimer, I may have “beef” with liv for injuring Rhea, but under no circumstance condone the threats and harassment she’s getting. At the end of the day it should never be that deep… 

Warnings: Rhea Ripley x fem reader smut, wrestler! Reader, mommy/mami kink, oral, fingering, praise, squirting, swearing, liv morgan (she’s an opp rn lmao), 

“Baby I’m gonna be just fine.” You offhandedly shrug your response to Rhea and continue to punch at your training dummy. Rhea shakes her head at your cockiness, smirking as she steps in front of you, forcing you to stop your aggressive jabs. You were scheduled to fight Liv Morgan later today, and wanting nothing more than to avenge Rhea, you were putting in your all. A small grin graces your features as Rhea reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you in, careful to be gentle with her sprained shoulder. “You’re so hot when you’re feral.” Rhea jokes with a low chuckle. You roll your eyes, but nonetheless lean into the strong arms of your girlfriend.

“I’ll riptide her to get the message across.” You snort fiddling with Rhea’s layered necklaces—something you know she secretly loves, “she’ll think it’s you reincarnated.” You continue. Rhea shakes her head amused by your antics. “C’mon I got you food.” She says gesturing to the exit to the gym. You lick your lips, happy to have a distraction from the strenuous workout. Huffing, you agree, grabbing her hand and letting her drag you towards the door.

You felt little nerves about the match as it approached. Training with Dominik, Damian and Finn had helped up your pain tolerance and get into the mindset of a smaller opponent, now knowing how Liv’s thought process would be. So as you got ready, you allowed your mind to wander to what you were going to do after the match. Or, rather, more accurately, who was going to do you after the match. Your cheeks warmed at the thought of the lewd promises that were whispered to you. “Just a little motivation.” Rhea had purred to you earlier. “Motivation indeed.” You grin you yourself as you make your way backstage. 

Bouncing on the balls of your feet you wait for your music to play, when it does, you make the your way to the ring, a sinister smile gracing your lips as you eye Liv up. Your smile turns more genuine however, when you see Rhea sitting first row. With the coolness of her persona, she nods back in acknowledgement, but the arousing glint in Rhea’s blue eyes told more. They reminded you to the hopefully eventful night you had ahead of you. Winking at her, you slip into the ring waiting for the bell to start the match.

Being the favorite, the crowd was screaming itself hoarse for you, but an awed hush fell as you displayed your strength yet again in the match by throwing Liv like a rag doll. You found yourself laughing darkly as you sauntered to her crumpled form. You hoisted her up, making sure your next words were loud enough for the mics to pick up 

“Oh and this one’s from Rhea.” You spit before slamming her into Rhea’s signature pin. The crowd’s responding roar was even more deafening than before. You stuck your tongue out suggestively, eyes once more scanning the crowd before they found Rhea’s prideful gaze. As the ref called the three count, you beamed, throwing Liv’s legs to the side before walking with authority out of the ring. 

“Fucked that girl right up!” Dominik laughed as you got backstage, “couldn’t have done it better myself!” He grins childishly as you laugh. Damien voiced similar regards to your skill, but with less vulgarity laced in his words. “Did good kid,” he chuckled musing your hair as you received a happy punch to the arm from Finn. You then gasped as you felt a hand smooth over the curve of your hip. You know who it is before a different, knowing smile spreads on your face. Your name is cooed softly in your ear before a soft kiss is placed on your cheek. Your face blooms red as you tuck your chin into your chest. “The riptide was a nice touch.” Rhea says wrapping her arms around you. Her fingers dance nimbly up your sides, being sure to brush against any exposed skin your wrestling outfit flaunted.

“I learn from the best you know.” Your cheeky reply has her snorting, nudging her face into your neck.  The soft swirl of arousal in your belly that you get from the simple affection has you mentally face palming, but, with Rhea looking like she wants to eat you alive, it seems that your sentiment is returned. “Fucking hell get a room!” Finn’s disgusted groan has you and Rhea pulling sharply away from each other. Damian said nothing, but the knowing look he gave Rhea had her shrugging, a little bit red, and shaking her longer hair to cover her face. 

“Maybe we will.” You mumble softly, eyes immediately widening at the boldness of your self-inflicted embarrassment. Much to your relief however, the group of guys only laugh, unaware to the sincerity that lies behind your jest. 

Rhea was well aware of your slip up, you watch in badly suppressed lust as her jaw clenched and she shifts her legs tighter together. Her hand on your hip travels lower and you nearly arch at the warm sensation. When you let out a shaky breath, Rhea coughs, speaking up to address the group. “We’ll catch up with you guys later… we’re going back to the hotel.”  Her quick excuse has them nodding offhandedly, not understanding the underlying implications. 

Rhea smiles at you coyly as you nudge your side into hers and she hails a taxi your way quirking her brow as you hurriedly get inside. “What’s got you in a rush doll?” Rhea pretends to fix her black lipstick, swiping two fingers over her plump lips, she holds your gaze as she does so, smirking as you shift in your seat. Her teasing has you pouting prettily, blinking up at her as you pray for the trip back to be shorter than physically possible.

As soon as you were in the hotel room, no time was wasted. All it took was one look of hunger from Rhea and you were hurriedly ridding yourself of the complicated strappy garment you had on. Her rushed hands brushed over your body. You moaned at her eagerness, already too enraptured to care if you sounded needy. You knew she wanted this just as much as you did. “Does—oh-does your shoulder hurt?” Even in this state your concern shines through the pleasure. Rhea silences your worries with a biting kiss before she shakes her head.

“Always worried about me, yeah?” Rhea’s tone sounds cocky, but the affectionate kisses she then places on your cheeks tell a different story. “Always.” You confirm breathless, carefully helping her remove her own shirt. The pathway to the bed was strewn with various articles of clothing, and Rhea chuckles in satisfaction as you push her onto the bed. 

You giggle as she flips the both of you over, caging your body beneath hers as she presses her lips to your now bare chest.  “You look good like this.” Rhea’s voice has dropped to a deep rasp as she eyes the black lipstick marks she’s left on your smooth skin.

“Just good?” You bait, a dizzy smile on your blushed face. Rhea only looks smug before her hand trails up to your throat. The whimper you let out as she does so is loud and drawn out. “Beautiful actually.” Rhea clarifies grinning wider at your state, her other hand slowly trails down below your stomach. 

“I— holy fuck!” Your plea is cut short when Rhea’s skilled fingers shut you up. You arch into her hand as she finds your clit, “What was that darling?” It’s cruel because Rhea knows you can’t answer in this state. And as her middle and ring finger circle your soaked hole, you shake your head vigorously not being able to form a response. “Good girl,” she praises you simply, but your body reacts to her words blatantly. “Rhea…” you trail off unintelligibly and the whine in your voice has her groaning softly and rutting against the mattress as she pleasures you. “You’re so fucking tight sweetheart.” Rhea sighs as she curls her fingers.

Your eyes roll back as she rubs against your g-spot. “F-fuck mommy!” You choke out hand coming up to grip Rhea’s that was still delicately wrapped around your throat. “Feels good hmm?” Rhea questions, leaning closer to bite into your neck. No doubt leaving hickeys that you would have trouble covering up tomorrow. Your breath hitches once more as she adds another finger to your pussy. Your brain is moving slower than honey, the only thing that’s registering is how fucking good Rhea is finger fucking you. The lewd sounds that she was milking out of you would be embarrassing if you weren’t already so close to coming undone. You were quick to cover your face with your hands as Rhea noticed your change in demeanor. “Your gonna cum for me?” Even though Rhea voices it as a question, it’s more of a statement because she knows you will. “Yes—please Rhea-mommy please!” Your mewls are pornographically loud and Rhea moans at your neediness. “Since you asked so nicely.” She purrs to you before her thumb circles your clit with a precision that sends you over the edge moaning her name.

You were still drunk on the pleasure as you pulled Rhea in, your fingers gliding through her silky hair as you kissed her. She allows you to push her gently back once more as you grab at her plush thighs. As you inch further down, you’re keenly aware of the needy gasps that slip past Rhea’s parted lips. “Baby… please?” Her soft question is barely audible causing you giggle at her insistence. But you can’t deny her. How could you? Rhea chokes as you place several open mouthed kisses into her dripping cunt. “You’re a—a fucking tease.” She manages, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You press your lips to her inner thigh before you respond, voice as coy as ever.

“I learn from the best.”

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Older

Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy” 

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her. 

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks 

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind. 

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied 

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen. 

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room. 

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said 

“No-” 

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to” 

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me. 

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him. 

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she? 

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n. 

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years. 

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right 

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy” 

[punishereditz]

Teacher's Pet

Pairing: La Knight x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY. One use of Y/N. Teacher's pet trope. Age gap. Daddy issues. Fighting. Mentions of violence. Little bit of angst. Smut. Smut with plot. Oral. (F receiving.)

AN: I'm gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure.

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: La Knight is your trainer, and one day, the two of you take things too far.

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You took a deep breath as you got up again. You were exhausted. Not just physically but mentally too. For the past four weeks, La Knight has been training you. Trying to get you ready for your debut on smackdown in two weeks. The closer it got to the date, the harder he was on you. The more he pushed you. The two of you working together to build more muscle for you. Focusing on the harsh and heavy moves that you struggled with.

"Come on." He said in frustration. Sighing and rubbing his hand on his chin. Standing in the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as he watched you struggle. You shot him glare, then looked back to your opponent. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and you went for the suplex, but you couldn't do it. You thought you had it down expect for the part where you had to fall back. That's what you couldn't do. You let the guy go and you got down on one knee. Trying to catch your breath and thinking over the move. "What was that? What are you doing?" He was getting more frustrated. You've been at this for hours. Training all day. The both of you were over this. "I can't do it." You panted and you stood up. Resting your hands on your hips and looking at him. You were starting to get frustrated yourself.

"You have to get this down. Do it again." There was irritation in his tone, and he gestured his hand for you to go again. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the gym trainer. Getting ready to do it again. "And don't roll your eyes at me." He spoke. His tone a little harsher. Making you more annoyed. You took a deep breath, trying to focus. You went for the suplex, but you failed again. Your arms and legs getting weaker and weaker. Not allowing you to do this. "Damn it." He cussed under his breath, and he walked over to you and the other trainer. "Look." He grabbed the guy. Trying to show you what you needed to do. "You need to ground your feet. You're not grounding your feet. Look at how I'm standing." You looked at how he was standing, and his stare was heavy on you.

"And your grip. You need to tighten it. You're to lose." He told you and his eyes lingered on you for a second too long. "Watch." He spoke in a low and dominant tone. Then he suplex the guy. Throwing him back. He stood and he walked over to you. Towering over you. "Again." He simply said and you glanced over to the trainer, then you looked up at him. You were going to say something to him, but you decided against it, and you tried again. And you failed. When you once again couldn't do it, that was the breaking point for both you and him. "Look." He stood behind you. Pressing his body to yours. His arms wrapped around you. Putting you in the hold. Your breath hitching as he was suddenly so close to you. "You feel this? This is how it is supposed to be. This is how your stance and hold need to be. Once you have them in this, you simply lean back." He said and he held onto you for a second longer before he moved back.

"Leave." He told the trainer, and he did that. Now it was just the two of you in the gym because it was so late. "Come on. Try it on me." He moved his hand in a beckoning way. Motioning for you to come over to him. You glanced around the room before you looked at him. Looking at his arms in that tank top. You walked over to him. Standing behind him. You put your arms around him, and he immediately shook his head. "Tighten your hold." He grabbed your hands and made you hold your hands tighter. He then kicked your feet. "Spread your legs a little more. Bend your knees." You did so and he watched you closely. Looking at your body. Feeling your hold. He slowly nodded and he looked over his shoulder to you. "Better. It still needs a lot of work though."

When you heard him say that, you scoffed and shook your head as you let go of him. He furrowed his eyebrows and he turned and looked at you. "Is there a problem?" He took a step forward. Getting closer to you. "Yeah. Yeah, there is actually." You turned toward him so you could look up at him. The both of you had your hands on your hips. Standing tall and staring at each other. Trying to intimate the other. "I can't do the move and you know it. It's not my style. It's not how I wrestle. It doesn't work with my character. It's not what I'm built for." The irritation grew as you went on.

"You're right. You have the character, you can work a mic, you can put up a hell of a fight, you can't do the power moves... but I'm trying to change that. That's the whole damn reason I'm training you. To make it so you can do it in your sleep." He raised his voice a little bit and inched closer to you. The both of you were boiling.

"I can win matches with acrobatic attacks and fast combinations."

"You really think your little cartwheels and flips are gonna win you every match? I can tell you, it won't. You need the power moves. You need that strength."

The two of you kept getting closer and closer. Getting in each other's faces. The heat between the two of you starting to burn. He looked down at you, narrowing his eyes at you. He then grabbed you by your waist. Pulling you towards him until your small frame was pressed up against his big frame. Your hands going to his toned arms. His breath hitting your neck. "Let me tell you something...; this isn't gymnastics. You're not in college anymore. You're in professional wrestling and you need to start acting like it."

His grip was tight, and his words stung. He talked down to you as he mentioned your past of being a gymnast in college. He was slowly taking it to far and he knew it. But yet he said the words. He kept pushing you. "There are other ways things be done." You whispered and you tilted your head up so you could look at him better. You were getting more frustrated the longer this went on. But... you were also getting turned on. And that made you even more mad. The fact that that sharp stare and tight grip was getting to you. He was so close to you, and he was simmering with anger. Which only made him hotter.

And, the same goes for you. He could see the rage in your eyes. He could feel your curves. The sweat dripping down your body and your heavy breathing wasn't helping. He wanted to pin you down right now. He wanted to teach you lesson. He wanted to kiss every inch of your body and bury his face between your legs. But you were his student. He was training you. He knew it would be inappropriate. As badly as he just wanted to take you right here and now, he fought against it. He looked at you for long moment, then he nodded, and he stepped back. Holding his hands up in a defeated way.

"Fine. Be mediocre. Half ass it just like your Daddy did and never live up to anything." And that was it. That was when he took it too far. He just stepped over the line, and he immediately regretted his words the second he said them. He could see the hurt in your eyes.

"So, that's it. That's the game you're going to play. All that chitchat, that, that night we spent talking for hours, opening up to each other, you're going to use it against me." You paused for a moment. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to think you were being genuine. You, you know..., you really are a coward." You looked at him for a moment, then you got out of the ring. Grabbing your bag. You started to get ready to leave. You weren't going to give him the satisfaction of reacting. But what you didn't know was that this was worse than you just reacting and lashing out. "Y/n wait." He got out of the ring, and he came over to your side.

"I think we've had a full day. I need some rest." You spoke and you didn't look at him. This worried him and he tilted his head. Trying to look into your eyes. He knew he messed up. "Let me take you home." He offered, but you shook your head. "I'll walk." You put your bag over your shoulder, and you walked away without another word. He watched as you left and once you walked out the door, he cussed and kicked the closest thing to him. He knew he made a mistake. He knew he pushed you too far today. He did what he thought was best. Trying to help you. He sees the potential you have. Your already an incredible wrestler and he knows you could be even better. He knows you can be the best female wrestler on the roster. With the character you came up with and your abilities, he has no doubt that you can be the greatest there is. That you will quickly rise to fame and the crowd love you. He can see that, so he pushes you. He can't help but think about that as he drives and once he gets home, he gets in shower. His mind continuing to go wild as the hot water runs down his body. With a frustrated sigh. He shut the water off and he wasn't out of the shower long when he heard a knock at his door.

Furrowing his eyebrows confused. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and he went to answer the door. When he did, he was surprised to see you. You were still in the clothes you had on earlier. You were also just as sweaty, and you were panting. Your breath heavy. Your chest rising and falling with each breath. Before he could say a word, before he could ask you why you were here, you leaned up and kissed him. Standing on your tip toes and your fingers lacing through his hair as you deeply kissed him. Your action completely caught him off guard. He was in shock. His body tense and his eyes wide, but then he started to relax. His body melting, his eyes closing. Wrapping his hands around your waist. Pulling you to him so that your bodies were pressed together. His lips moving with yours. Kissing you deeply. You finally pulled away and you looked at him. The both of you breathing heavy after the long passionate kiss.

The two of just looked into each other's eyes. Knowing that what you just did was something that the both of you has wanted and something that has building between the two of you for so long. Then, your eyes traveled down and you softly gasped. Seeing water dripping down his abs. His toned body glistening. You noticed the towel around his waist. His v line. Fuck, his v line. Your thoughts were interrupted though when you felt his lips on yours again. Kissing you deeply. His hands traveled down your body until they were at the back of your thighs. He lifted you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms going around his broad shoulders. He kicked the door with his foot, closing it. Doing all of this while kissing you. Carrying you to his bedroom. Once he entered the room, he put you down. Kissing your lips one last time before he pulled away. Quickly pulling your tank top off of you and throwing it. Then he peeled your sprots bra off of your sweaty body.

He let out a low moan as he saw your chest. His hands slowly moving up your waist until he held your beast. Gently massaging them. He picked you up again and he laid you down on his bed. His lips going to your neck. Kissing and biting at your skin. He slowly made his way further down. Kissing your collar bones. Then he started kissing your chest. Licking your nipple. Making a chill run down your spin and a soft moan leave your lips. He played with your breast as he gently sucked at them. Looking up at you. At your face that was scrunched in pleasure. At your body that was arching and your nails digging into the sheets of his bed. He let go of your breast with a pop from his mouth. Then he suddenly grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing over you, looking down at you with lush filled eyes. He grabbed your pants and he started to pull them down. Pulling your underwear off with them. He rubbed his hands up and down your legs for a moment before he dropped down to his knees on the floor. "Spread your legs for me sweetheart." He ordered you and did as you were told. Spreading your legs for him.

"Good girl." His voice was soothing and you softly gasped. Looking down at him as he started to kiss your thighs. Letting his lips drag against your skin. His arms came up and he wrapped them around your thighs. Holding you in place. He licked up your lips once. Making your body shiver. He chuckled and without any more teasing, he dived into you. His tongue rubbing circles on your clit. Making your stomach twist and your eyes roll to the back of your head. But that overwhelming pleasure you were feeling got worse when he started to gently suck on your clit. Making your legs shake and your body tingle with pleasure. It was so overwhelming but in the best way possible. He was sucking your clit just right, making you feel amazing. Doing everything just right. Touching and licking in the most perfect way. His tongue starting to quicken as he rubbed fast circles with his tongue on your clit. Then, he slowed it down a little bit and moved down.

His tongue starting to lick your entrance. Doing fast up and down motions. A loud moan leaving your lips. Moaning his name and trying to grind your hips but his hold on you keeps you in place as he eats you out like you're his last meal. His mouth working and working until your panting and your body won't stop shaking. When he knows your close, he slows his movements down. Then he comes to stop. When he raises up, he licks his lips. Looking down at you with seductive eyes. You raised up. Kissing his stomach. You grabbed the towel on his waist, and you pulled it off of him. Tossing it to the ground. You looked up at him as you started to stroke his cock with your hand. Licking up his long cock with your tongue. Kissing the tip. Just as you were about to take him in your mouth, he tilted your head up. Stopping you. "I want to come inside you." His words were almost a whisper and before you could react, he stood you up. Giving you a kiss. Y'all's tongues clashing for a moment. Being able to taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away and he opened the drawer to the bedside table. Grabbing a condom.

He teared it open with his teeth. His lips meeting yours again for a deep passionate kiss as he pushed the condom down on his cock. Then he turned the two of you. Laying down on the bed and pulling you down on top of him. Putting you on his lap. With one hand on your hip, he used his other hand to push his cock into you. The both of you letting out a moan as he rested his hands on your hips and guided you down until he bottomed out in you. Completely filling you up. Your walls clenching around him. You started to slowly grind your hips against him. Moaning and letting your head fall back in pleasure. Keeping your movements slow but steady. Riding his cock. His and your breath getting heavier. Your stomach whirling with pleasure and his cock twitching.

His hands traveled up your body. Letting you ride him how you want. His hands going up to your chest. Toying with your breast for a moment before his hands traveled back down your body. His hands finding a home on your ass. Giving it a light slap before he gently gripped it. Looking down at your hips moving in a forward and backwards motion. His climax building and yours too. You looked down at him. The two of you looking into each other eyes. As you looked at him, you decided to change up your game. Lifting up your hips and starting to bounce on his cock. He let out a strained groan as he gripped your ass harder. Your action making him more flustered. Your walls clenching around him again. His cock throbbing inside of you. Seeing your breast bounce each time you dropped down on his cock. Your moans filling the room. It was starting to get to him. He was getting dangerously close to his climax.

And you were to. His actions from earlier starting to catch up with you. Your climax building again. Your walls clenching around him even more and you started to bounce on him even faster. "Come with me sweetheart." He spoke and after a few more moments, the both of you were coming. Him filling the condom full and you soaking his cock. Your cum running down him. The both of you were breathless now and you laid by his side. The both of you taking a moment to catch your breath. Sitting in silence. But it wasn't awkward. It was nice. And you sat in this moment for a while until he turned his head to look at you. A shine of mischief in his eyes.

"Again?" He said with a big cocky grin, and you smiled. Once he saw that smile, he hoisted you up in his arms and he went into the bathroom with you.

[void-detective]

Still my Champion ❤️‍🔥

((GIF NOT MINE!! Dividers made by cafekitsune))

Author note: Due to somewhat popular demand and encouragement from @eboni-napalm. The Gunther story continues! First part is here! Thank you for the support and please remember to repost if you want to see more! Sorry for any punctuation mistakes!

Warnings: 18+, hand job, mild voyeurism, gender neutral reader, face fucking, and rough sex/handling.

Word count: 2,324

Summary: After WrestleMania 40, the Ring General was frustrated and exhausted by the end of the match. And with you following him around like a loyal puppy? It was the perfect way to let out frustrations.

You had been dreading this day for weeks but it seemed that the big day was finally here. It was held in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania at the Lincoln Financial Field where it warmed out towards the ring.

The biggest stage of them all, WrestleMania.

You knew that creative had already long planned Gunther's title reign to end, and you knew he wouldn't be happy to lose his title to the likes of Sami Zayn, the underdog of the story. It had been weeks of built up tension between Sami and Gunther, along with the addition of Chad Gable being thrown in the mix as a way to distract Sami during their matches.

You however had been attempting (and failing) to get the attention of the Ring General. Which had proven to be much easier said than done. The Imperium were tightly knit, and gaining the favor of any of the three men had proven to be a hard task to accomplish, especially with Gunther. The easiest one to gain favor or more so trust was Giovanni, who was more quiet and more observant than the other two men, Maybe he was just used to being the silent one of the group?

Ludwig, on the other hand, was a whole other story to begin with. Arrogant and loud to voice his distaste towards you anytime you tried to get too close to Gunther, almost like you had a disease. Whether it be that Kaiser saw himself more of a personal bodyguard or not, he was constantly at Gunther's side. Waving off interviews or keeping an eye peeled for threats or any of their rivals that they were currently feuding with.

Most of your support came from silent cheering or rooting for him backstage every time he appeared out for a match. Most of the time you only really got in a passing comment or compliment when he returned from a match and you received a smirk and knowing glances between his tag team members.

The glances and looks were enough to have you weak.

Sami Zayn v.s Gunther (Intercontinental Championship) - Day 666 of Gunther's Intercontinental Championship reign. 

The match had been positively grueling for both men and by the closing minutes of the match, they both were exhausted. You had been sitting backstage with baited breath while the other two Imperium members watched the tv with interest and a hint of worry for their leader.

Sami’s chest had begun to turn a dull but noticeable red color from the constant chops and blows to the area and Gunther had exhausted every move on his move set towards Zayn.

You could see the frustration and irritation growing along with Gunther's temper flaring as he tried harder and harder to hit Sami with more devastating blows, in an attempt to deter him. But predictably, with the crowd's support and determination, Sami had willed himself to deliver a powerful helluva kick to the champion.

And with the three count the longest IC run in WWE history had ended.

Immediately upon the loss you were quick to hop to your feet and follow in pursuit of the Imperium in the hopes of getting a few words in with Gunther and check on him. Though you had received a nasty glare by Ludwig you had decided to follow anyway and decided to mentally prepare yourself in case Gunther lost his cool.

Although anxiously, you had waited by the gorilla till the large form of the former champion pushed through the curtains and started making his way back through the halls to his locker room. You trailed after the team while they made their way backstage and ignored the glances you received from your coworkers and friends. For someone who was always so calm and collected it freaked you out to see the scowl worn by the taller man.

Kaiser and Giovanni stopped you in front of the locker room while it was turned inside out by Gunther who had already known about the loss but was angry over it regardless. You watched in worry while he paced the room and wiped down his body with a towel to wipe the sweat, or at least get most of it off so he could cool down.

You caught the stare of Ludwig and Giovanni while you watched Gunther, but still ignored them regardless of the fact they clearly didn't like you around. You snapped out your thoughts when you heard the familiar strong Austrian accent call your name and make you lift your head to look again.

Gunther.

The Ring General had his fingers curled in a ‘come here’ motion and you found yourself anxiously itching yourself within his locker room. You kept a distance watching the way he motioned and you heard the door close to the locker room as well. Your gaze momentarily averted his blue eyes to glance over at the two men now standing guard before the closed locker room door. ‘What?’

Your heart began to race as your mind went through different scenarios to why this had ended up happening. Had you been annoying? Was he going to leave you with another ominous threat? The longer you felt all three men's eyes on you then longer you felt the increasing effects of being in his presence for so long. Were you hot and bothered? Maybe but you couldn't blame yourself when you watched him pin people or that stupid cocky grin.

“Come on, I'm not going to bite you.” Gunther mused and put a hand on his hip while his eyes followed your movement to stand in front of him. “Why are you following us around like a lost puppy? Is there something you want?” He questioned giving you a more serious stare as he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but found yourself stammering and turned your gaze down to the floor as you felt the blush raise on your cheeks in response. Yes, you did follow him like a lost puppy but it was more because you hoped it would result in Gunther catching onto what you wanted. Yet again your anxiety began to take course and you curled your fingers into the hoodie you wore as a way to try and distract yourself. Why were you such a wreck?

Gunther raised your chin by gently clasping it in his larger digits and cocked an eyebrow at your reaction. You couldn't tell if he was scrutinizing you for your reaction or if there was worry buried beneath his stoic expression. Either way it made you shrink momentarily and swallow the lump that you felt had formed in your throat. The intensity of his eyes made it felt like he was staring into your very soul and you swore your heart would beat out your chest.

“Are you really that desperate for my attention?” Gunther chuckled and stepped forward as he released your chin. You felt your anxiety spark as your back collided with the wall and you realized he had you trapped between himself and the wall.

Your eyes went wide and your hands went to your sides as you gazed up at him being so close that you swore he was messing with you. The heat from his body alone felt like stepping out into summer heat, and with his arms caging you against the wall? You might as well melt into a puddle right there.

Reality hit you when you heard the sound of another chuckle and tore your gaze over at Ludwig and Giovanni, who were observing your defenseless position. You furrowed your eyebrows and frowned looking up at Gunther as you shifted your weight on your feet. “..do they have to be here?” You whispered and rubbed your neck.

“Of course they do, why? You don't like it?” The bigger man smirked and leaned toward you with a tilted head. “You want to gain my favor so bad, hm?” He added and brushed your hair out your eyes so he could see them better.

“I do.” You meekly responded, quietly yet audibly as you nodded your head in agreement. Your eyes stayed focused on his expression as he took a step back and placed a hand on top of your head.

“On your knees.”

The demand had your heart skip a beat and you found yourself kneeling down on the soft carpet below. You leaned back from the position you were in, you were right in front of his crotch and you felt your mouth suddenly go dry at the implications of this position.

One of his large hands kept you seated there while the other looped a finger around the waistband of his wrestling trunks. You felt dirty but it was mostly because you were aware that you had an unwanted audience watching you two.

Gunther was average for a man his size which wasn't a bad thing, all things considered but you could see how thick he was from the view. You grunted feeling his fingers curl in your hair and tug you toward him, he stepped forward to meet you halfway.

You were exactly expecting him to be gentle, but this? It was a whole other level, almost like the way he treated people in the ring. It wasn't like you weren't doing this but you were more scared of the fact you never did this with any of the talent here. You always thought it was wrong or feared you could get fired if caught by anyone else in the locker room.

You were pulled forward by the hair and nearly choked when he drove his hips forward into your mouth. His fingers kept you from pulling away as he steadied your position with him nestled halfway in your mouth. The sounds were dirty and the quiet of the locker room left you being able to hear yourself struggling to take him fully.

He would bury himself deeper, even if you couldn't take him fully down and stayed there with your nose flush against his crotch. The only sounds being both your labored breathing and the small hums of approval that occasionally left Ludwig. Deep down you knew you couldn't ignore the, arousal from being manhandled by the larger man like some kind of toy.

Gunther would tug your hair back to watch you struggle to breath and the small muffled moans that escaped you from him tugging your hair so hard. You could see the smugness and amusement coming off him from seeing you so disheveled and shaky because of him. And you thanked the crew for giving superstars rooms that were mostly sound proof.

Each thrust had you whimpering and trying to take deep breaths through, your nose while the assault continued on. And the Ring General was relatively silent through the whole session, only letting out some guttural sounds. You could feel your own spit down your chin and looked up at him through hooded eyes just to see the large smirk plastered on his features.

The salty taste on your tongue startled you and you felt some panic bubble in your stomach that he might just cum straight down your throat at the moment. And Gunther must've sensed your inner turmoil because he tugged your hair back rather roughly. The sound when you were pulled off made you flush a darker shade of pink and you found yourself gasping shortly for breaths to fill your lungs.

You swallowed hard and lifted your arm to wipe the spit off your chin as you shifted on your knees. You could tell he was still waiting for you to do something and you assumed that if he pulled off he was waiting for you to finish the job. Your own arousal and need mostly pushed aside unless he gave you permission to even touch yourself as you scooted forward. His hold on your hair finally relaxed when you wrapped your hand around the base.

It was an easy job from you coating most of him, you took a moment to squeeze him before stroking him at a decent pace. You could hear the soft breathing above you and smiled to yourself when he rocked forward into your hand with a grunt. You moved your hand faster and watched the precum leak down the tip which you leaned forward to lick, knowingly teasing the bigger man.

That really must have set him off because you felt his body tense up and his grip on your hair tightened dangerously once again. His hips thrusting forward and you leaned back ever so slightly to avoid getting the cum in your hair. Your eyes closed as you tried to not grimace even if it was the better option, you still weren't fond of getting cum on your face.

Finally his presence left you and you heard the footsteps of Kaiser and Giovanni as they moved to your side. You felt a soft fabric hit your face which made you flinch and open your eyes to find a towel had been thrown at you. You rubbed your face off and lowered it to your lap to see Gunther wiping his body down again, already tucked back into his trunks.

“You know.. maybe we could give you a role inside of Imperium.” Gunther gazed down at you with a condescending but amused grin. “What do you think?” He turned his head to Ludwig and Giovanni who had returned to his side with grins. They both just nodded along in agreement to their leader, all to knowing of the implications at hand.

The former lC champion squatted down to your level on the floor and lifted your gaze to meet his icy one. His smirk only grew as he lightly squeezed your chin in his larger fingers with a hum.

“Welcome to Imperium, I hope you can take the heat..”

[pr0wlerpunk]

Title: Trust Me.

Person: Roman reigns

Requested: |Yes|No|(part 2 was yes)

Part 1. Part. 3

★Trust Masterlist

Afab!reader

Warnings: manipulation, obsessiveness, dark!Themes, surprised ambush(only mentioned but not written as a scene), yelling, slight!abuse(a hand gets raised as if to slap but never happens and reader gets choked by Roman), angst, cussing,

description: it’s been a week after Roman said he trusted you and things are starting to go down hill..

Pairings: Romantic!roman x reader, slight!romantic!Jey x reader, slight!romantic!Jimmy x reader, slight!romantic!solo x reader, also includes a very friendly Paul heyman

Pic creds: WWE

(Pics have nothing to do with story 😋)

A/n: you’ve read the warnings so please if they make you uncomfortable do not read.

Choking will be marked with a “☹︎“ and will end at “☻︎“

Not proof read!

Roman was pissed, all he could see was red when he heard what happened, more importantly what you did

After he talked to you and poured his heart out you had gone and betrayed him

How dare you

He had got word from someone that they saw you with Sami and ko laughing and having a good time

At first he didn’t believe them

Then he saw the picture

Ko and Sami on both sides of you laughing and smiling

Oh was he furious

But from some talking with his cousins he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and actually let you explain

That was until Jey and Jimmy got ambushed by Sami and ko themselves

Now he was livid

As soon as they got back he made solo go find you

Which is where you’re at now

Sitting in front of Roman as he quietly glared at you…

“___ do you know why I had solo bring you here?”

His tone was different then what he ever used before making you slightly uncomfortable

“No Roman, I don’t…”

You answered honestly confusion lacing your voice

“Wiseman, show her the picture”

Paul was quick to walk towards you with his phone in hand

Handing the phone to you as he quickly walked back to his original spot

You eyed the picture seeing nothing wrong with it

about to open your mouth Roman spoke

“Don’t say anything.” His tone was demanding making you shiver as you quickly shut your mouth

“Boys, come.”

watching as Jey and Jimmy stepped up until they were in front of you heads both turned down as they looked to Roman for further instruction

Roman nodded and finally they raised their heads looking everywhere but you

You couldn’t help the soft gasp that left your lips as you caught a glimpse of their faces

“Look at them ___ look at what you did..”

Your brows netted together hearing what Roman was accusing you of

But your attention was still set on the twins

They had busted lips, with bruises forming on their jaws as small cuts littered alongside their noses

“Jey, Jimmy” your voice shaky as they both locked eyes with you

“What-what happened?” You went to get up but the look solo gave you had you glued to your seat

“Who did this?”

Your voice shaky as you tried racking your brain for who had the balls to try and hurt two vital members of the bloodline

Roman stared at you in disbelief

“Who do you think did this ___ ?”

His tone was way darker than before, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you..

“Roman I-I don’t understand”

You could sense him getting angrier and it honestly scared you

“WHY DO YOU PLAY GAMES WITH ME?”

His abrupt yelling startled not only you but everyone else in the room besides solo

“I brought you into my family, I cared for you, I Trusted you.”

His palms abruptly slapping into the arms of the leather chair he was sitting in created a loud noise that echoed throughout the room making you jump slightly

“And this is how you repay me?”

He stood Making his way towards you as You looked away feeling tears prick your eyes

“Look at me”

You felt his presence in front of you but yet you still refused to look at him

Afraid that if you did you wouldn’t hold back

But He was growing impatient at your disobedience

“I said, Look. At. Me”

Slowly you turned facing him and you swear your heart stopped

He looked so intimidating

And it scared the living fuck out of you

He bent down to your level leaving almost no room between you two

“Answer me ___”

His voice gruff as his hand ran slightly along your shoulder to your jaw

He waited

And then he snapped

☹︎CHOKING BELLOW!

“NOW”

He rose to his feet pulling you with him as he hand gripped your throat

You heard Paul gasp as you were lifted off your feet by Roman’s large hand

Tears fell freely as you clawed at his hand to try and let you slightly free, but it wasn’t working and you were loosing air fast

Ears ringing as your vision began to blur

Still you could slightly hear Jey yelling at Roman to let you go as Jimmy started pulling and grabbing at him

☺︎︎CHOKING OVER!

It wasn’t until Jey said something that snapped him out of his trance that he let you go

Solo was quick to walk over and check on your choking form as you regained air into your lungs

Once you could breath again you stood with the help of solo and turned to watch Jey and Roman

Who now was yelling and shoving each other around with Jimmy trying to talk them both down

It want until Roman raised his hand towards Jey that you broke from Solo’s arms to step in

“Roman Please!” He stopped lowering his hand to glare at you

Taking a breath you finally explained

“The picture, it was three years ago..”

His eyes softened slightly but his glare never faltered

You looked towards Paul and gestured for him to give you the phone

With shaky hands he handed it to you

“Look at the picture again,look at my gear” Roman tour his eyes away from you to finally look at the phone once again

“That’s my rookie gear Roman”

Finally his eyes softened as he looked at you

He could see the yellow and purple marks in the form of fingerprints start to form around your neck

Where He grabbed you.

Then it hit him

He had put his hands on you

He hurt you

And he broke

Brows furrowed as Tears fell down his cheeks

“Oh babygirl”

Hearing his voice crack made your heart break

“I’m so sorry”

You shook your head

“I should’ve never grabbed you like that”

He was so genuine you knew he felt bad

“You have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean it”

He pleaded

“Please Trust Me and know I will never do it again”

It was silent until you took his hands in yours smiling softly..

“I know Roman, I forgive you”

A wide smile graced his lips hearing those words come out your mouth

“It was an accident it’s ok”

He nodded agreeing with you

“I Trust You”

Hearing those words he quickly brought you into a hug

“Oh thank you baby!”

He pulled back slightly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling back again to look you in the eyes this time

I’ll make it up to you princess, I promise”

He watched as you smiled before burying your head into his neck as he placed his chin on your head…

The three brothers stood confused at what just a cured

How could you take Roman back after he literally choked you…

Then they realized.

You were Hooked

Roman had built up enough trust with you so you wouldn’t runaway

Roman knew if you were to runaway you would be a liability, you knew too much…

Now They stared at you and Roman with one shared thought

How do they get you to trust them the same as you trusted their cousin?

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[codyswhitebelt]

(18+) la knight x fem! reader

my masterlist part two

pairing(s): la knight x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

summary: shaun seems to hate you. but does he?

genre(s): filthy filthy smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, little bit of angst, porn with a slight plot

warning(s): unprotected p in v (wrap it b4 u tap it fellas), swearing, pain kink, oral (male receiving), spit as lube, use of the name shaun bc that's his legal name, PETNAMES, no use of y/n!!, slight dumbification, lowk shit writing, choking, fingering, j alot of poorly written smut

a/n: nobody get mad at me for not writing requests 🙁. sex is much easier to write than an intricate fluffy story. i love you babies

“get the fuck out of my dressing room, shaun.” i state as i hear someone come through my door. “c’mon, darlin’.. be sweet to a man for once.” he grabs his chest, faking his heartache as he smacks his gum. i turn around to look at him. “can’t you tell i’m trying to get ready?” i question, pointed to the makeup laid out on my vanity. “mama, you don’t need all that makeup..” for a split second i think he’s being serious. “you could never use enough to cover up all that ugliness inside.” my heart twinges at his comment. standing up from my chair, i get close to him. “get the hell out, asshole.” i grit my teeth as i yell in his face. he turns around and opens the door. “you know you love me, doll!” he shouts as he walks out. i slam the door behind him. “cunt.” i whisper to myself.

after successfully retaining the women’s world title, i head back to my dressing room to change out of my gear. after changing, i sigh and run my fingers through my hair. sitting down, i start to take off my makeup. shaun comes knocking on the door. "come in!" i shout. he walks in and i look in the mirror and see it's him. "what do you want, dipshit?" i ask, not turning to face him. "to see you pretty lady, the sexy champ." he says, strutting over to the small loveseat. "yeah, sure.” i finish wiping my eye makeup off as he begins to talk. “how do you know?” he inquires, removing his reflective glasses. “i actually happen to think you are incredibly attractive." he gets up and walks toward me. he pulls a chair up next to me and we make eye contact. "you're beautiful, sweetheart." he cups my face. "shaun, what are you doing?" my voice barely a whisper as i move closer to him. "this." he presses his lips to mine. i kiss back softly and his free hand rests on my thigh. we break for air and he smiles at me. he pulls me back to capture my lips in another heated makeout. i move myself on top of him so i'm straddling his lap. grinding down on him, we break away for air and he attaches his lips to my neck. i moan at the pleasure as he bites down on my neck. "don't stop.." i plead as i keep rocking my hips on him. "you like that, baby?" he asks, moving his hands to grab my waist. i whimper slightly in his ear as a response. "as much as i would love to continue this here, doll, we should head to my hotel, yeah?" he suggests. i nod as he lifts me off his lap.

quickly we walk to his car and hop in. throwing my gear in the back, i buckle my seatbelt before he starts to drive to the hotel. as he drives, my mind wanders to an idea. i reach my hand over the seat and rest my hand on his bulge. "mm, what're you doin' girl?" he asks as i start to massage him through his jeans. "nothin'." i say innocently, popping the button open. i slide my hand down into his boxers and start stroking his cock. "fuck.." he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel.

stopping at a stoplight, shaun quickly pulls down his boxers and jeans enough to let his cock spring free. i lean over the seats and he lifts his arm up so i can get my head under. i start to lightly lick the tip and i feel his whole body twitch. teasing him, i swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. feeling fed up with me, shaun removes one hand from the wheel and forces my head down onto him. i gag when i feel him hit the back of my throat. "just like that, baby.. you're doing so good for me, mama.." he praises. i speed up my movements and deepthroat him as far as i can go. "oh fuck, baby. if you don't stop i'm gonna cum." he says as he pulls my head off of his cock and tucks it back in. i whine as he wipes the spit from my mouth with his thumb. "be patient, doll." he says and kisses me.

finally, we arrive at the hotel and i hop out and grab my bag. shaun comes and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. after checking in, we head up to the room and as soon as i set my things down, shaun slams me against the wall. he pins my arms above my head and kisses me. holding my arms with one hand, he slides his hand down into my shorts, rubbing my clit. i moan into the kiss giving shaun the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. he brings his hand out of my shorts to put his fingers in his mouth, only to slide them back into my shorts.

he starts teasing my clit before entering two into my aching core. releasing my hands, he lifts my shirt and i lean forward off the wall to take it off. moaning loudly, i bite down on his shoulder harshly. "oh fuck, keep doing that." he groans, curling his fingers inside of me. the sensation of his fingers inside of me is enough to have me crying. tears flow down my face as he continues. “baby, i’m gonna cum..” i whine as the pad of his thumb rolls on my clit. “oh, fuck, i’m cumming!” my nails run down his back as i squirt all over his fingers.

removing his fingers from my heat, he brings them to his mouth to taste me. "as sweet as i imagined, baby." he says. i open my arms and whine slightly for him to pick me up. "aw, does baby wanna be picked up?" he teases. i nod. "use your words, princess." he says, stroking my face. "please, pick me up?" i ask, looking at him, eyes red from my tears. he pulls off his shirt before grabbing me. my arms wrap around his neck and my legs around his torso, instinctively.

placing me on the bed, he fully removes my shorts and underwear. whining, i try to pull his head towards my core. "you want me to fuck your pretty little pussy, don't you?" he asks, rubbing my inner thighs. "mmhm." i mumble, fingers barely brushing the denim of his jeans. "mm, what's the magic word, pretty girl?" he backs away, ever so slightly. “please.” i beg, tears beginning to well up in my eyes again. “you’re lucky that i have been waiting for this for months.” he states. shaun’s jeans are pulled down as fast as possible along with his boxers.

even though i had him in my mouth before, i was nervous to have him inside me. “you ready?” he asks, hand coming up to caress my cheek. i nod but he shakes his head. “no baby. i need you to say it.” he searches my eyes for any sign of doubt. “i want you, shaun. i need you.” as soon as the words left my mouth i felt the delicious stretch of his cock inside me. breathy moans left me as he fully bottomed out. we stayed like that for a moment before he started to slowly thrust into me. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he groaned as he sped up. “s’good shaun-“ i was cut off by a guttural moan as he grazed my cervix. “takin’ me so good baby” shaun praised as he rutted into me.

his hand came up to lightly squeeze my throat. “tighter.” i spoke, moans following my bold statement. he squeezed tighter, almost cutting off my airway. the control he had over me almost seemed to make him even more turned on. “fuck, baby ‘m so close.” i whined, small, sharp breaths being taken between the words. “that’s my girl. you’re such a good girl for me.” his hand loosened up as i felt his cock throb inside me. his hands gripped my hips as he started fucking me harder, the tip of his cock destroying my g-spot. “i’m gonna cum- fuck!” i cried out as i came undone all over him. his thrusts held steady as i came.

“where you want it, angel?” the petname made your heart flutter. “i want it inside, please.” shaun’s speed began to wane. “please.” i begged, making sure he knew i was serious. “whatever you want, baby.” his thrusts sped up momentarily before he pressed his forehead against mine, the light layer of sweat connecting. i moaned as he began to move slowly. “‘m gonna cum.” i pulled him down to kiss me harshly as he came. i felt the hot, thick ropes of his load inside me as he moaned into my mouth. my eyes clammed shut as he kept his slow motions.

we laid there for a moment before he pulled out of me, his cock already softening. when i opened my eyes, i saw shaun with a towel and he began to clean me up. “you did so good for me, mama. took me like a champ.” he smirked as i giggled. “i might actually be a mama now.” i laughed. his eyes widened. “what?” his face went pale. i started loudly cackling at his expression. “shaun, honey, i’m on the pill. don’t worry.” i reassured him, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. “oh, thank God.” he breathed.

the pill did not work. we now have a 2 year old. what the fuck.

a/n: hii thank you soo much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it as it took me so long to work up the courage to write and post this! i love you guys, have a super awesome day💕

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[claymorexpunisher]

Stolen Moments (One Shot)

Pairing(s): Cody Rhodes/Fem. Reader

Summary: Brock and Cody's feud takes an ugly and very personal turn. Reader is Brock's advocate, and she doesn't know how long she can stand there and watch it all unfold.

Tags/TWs: fluff, forbidden romance, mentions of injuries, stupid dumbass reckless!Cody, budding relationship, happy ending.

Word Count: 2,290

My heart was in my throat as Cody’s prone body was carded off into the ambulance after his latest brawl with Brock had gone horribly wrong. For a moment I feared he wasn’t even breathing.

“God dammit, Cody…” I mumbled to myself, wringing my hands anxiously. “God dammit, Brock!” I said, a little louder than I intended, causing Brock to look over his shoulder from his conversation off to the side with Hunter. Hunter was extremely animated. Brock, however? … he seemed as if he couldn’t care less and as if he had somewhere more important to be and more important things to do than be chastised by anyone. Even if he had just beaten Cody to a bloody pulp.

I couldn’t breathe as Brock gave me once over, and I tried not to let my shoulders sag in relief as he seemed to convince himself he was hearing things and he went back to his conversation with Hunter. Up til now I hadn’t been uneasy around Brock. He could be fun to be around when his mood allowed it. But even on the days where being around people was less appealing than being at the dentist for him, I was never intimidated or afraid. But now things have changed. His and Cody’s altercations have slowly climbed to outright fights and not the carefully choreographed dance that looked brutal to those watching at home. Now, I was terrified of Brock. And I knew that if he realized I was concerned for Cody in the slightest, he wasn’t going to be happy. Things at work slowly became a little too real for me and Cody to handle and we slowly began to find some form of solace in each other.

Brock didn’t really leave us with much of a choice, though.

As the weeks went by, between small check-ins at the venues, to fleeting touches in hotel rooms, to text messages exchanged through my friend and coworker Becky’s phone, and secretive and impromptu coffee “dates” before shows, Cody and I’s dynamic became something just as confusing as Brock’s animalistic actions that seemed to come from outta nowhere. But this new development between Cody and I was much more welcome… I was catching feelings for Cody’s stupid and reckless ass at an alarming rate, and I didn’t know how long it would take before those feelings erupted and caused me to do some stupid shit that I couldn’t take back.

Like kissing him. Which… would be very, very bad, if he didn’t want my advances. Talk about fuckin awkward… I mean you can’t just go around kissing people, especially your coworkers, when they haven’t explicitly expressed their interest. Even if with just one look, just one softspoken and fond ‘how are you?’ they make you feel like you’re the only thing that matters to them.

Yeah, I had it bad for Cody fuckin Rhodes. And it was getting more and more difficult to pretend otherwise.

I wanted so badly to be in that ambulance with Cody but I just… didn’t trust Brock. I didn’t trust him not to take it personally seeing as reality and fiction had gone murky in his mind. To him, Cody was challenging him, despite already being told by the higher ups that this is how things were quite literally written in the script for both of them. Cody was meant to scratch, claw, and fight tooth and nail against Brock. But Brock’s ego didn’t like that. Brock would rather Cody just stay down. But every time Brock would beat him down, Cody would get back up. Just to piss Brock off and to give me a fuckin heart attack all over again.

~~~

“Cody Rhodes, have you lost your ever-loving mind?!” I exclaimed as soon as Cody let me into his hotel room. I don’t know how the hell Cody got up to even open the door, being as battered as he looked.

“Hunter already gave me a piece of his mind after tonight, I don’t need you to do the sa-” Cody spoke softly, but with a note of simmering irritation in his voice. Oh no. He was listening to me whether he wanted to or not. I was sick and tired. I was sick and tired of Cody poking at the ferocious bear that was Brock- and for what? For answers? Good fuckin’ luck to anyone who questioned Brock and his motives. Nah… this had gone past kayfabe long ago. And I was done with it all.

More importantly, I was done pretending like my feelings for Cody were just friendly concern. And I was done staying silent. I wanted to understand, and I wanted it to stop.

“Well, tough shit.” I snapped. My brows furrowed grumpily as I folded my arms snug against my chest. A lightly amused look passed over Cody’s eyes, but it was immediately wiped off when I smacked his bandaged chest. He grunted in pain in response. “Why aren’t you still in the hospital right now? I was told you checked yourself out?!” I asked shrilly before I remembered that aside from a select few safe people, no one was supposed to know that I was here checking up on Cody. I instantly shuffled into the room and shut the door.

I shook my head as I watched Cody limp slowly back to the bed. A bandage was wrapped tight around his torso along with a brace on his arm. He also had a split lip and bruised eye to boot. Jesus Christ… his blue eyes trailed over my face for a moment, causing me to freeze momentarily underneath their assessment. That softly amused look returned. That look that said Cody somehow knew something you didn’t. I wanted to wipe that look off his face again, but my embarrassment was catching up to me. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so sure about what I came here to do. He still hadn’t answered my question, but his eyes stayed trained on me and I gulped noticeably when he finally spoke.

“Why are you here? Did you come to play nurse because that would be much appreciated.” Cody asked, his eyes twinkling as he watched my every move. He would do this often. Flirt shamelessly with me until I was a sack of melted and flustered bones. Despite me wanting to throw caution to the wind and let my feelings for him come to the surface, I couldn’t help but blush deeply. I suddenly became shy, playing with the multiple bangles around my wrists as I now avoided his gaze.

“I asked you first,” I mumbled, throwing a fleeting look at him. I rolled my eyes, blushing harder as Cody’s amused expression became a full-blown grin. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of it and I willed myself to look away from him once again.

Why was I suddenly tongue tied? Was it because in the back of my head I was worried that he didn’t feel the same? Or that he just saw me as his coworker- Brock’s advocate and nothing more? … I had no idea. But right now, I was ready to bolt. And it seemed as if somehow Cody could tell.

“I’m fine,” he said. His features held a calm, soothing expression. As if he were trying to placate my own concerns and he wasn’t the one who had to be carded off to the hospital at the end of tonight’s RAW taping and those before it. It took everything in me not to scream at Brock to go fuck himself every time altercation happened, and to jump into the ambulance with Cody. Even though I felt like throttling him as well.

Looking at him through my lashes, I pushed through my sudden shyness, and I came over to sit next to him on the edge of the bed. My eyes welled up with tears before I could stop them and I was a bit horrified when my jaw began to tremble, signaling some ugly crying was afoot. Cody quickly became concerned, and he reached out with his uninjured hand, and he laced our hands together.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. It’s just some bumps and bruises, I’ll live.” he stressed, letting the endearment slip easily from lips that quirked up into a small smile. But it was clearly more than just some bumps and bruises.

My voice trembled as I searched his features, and I squeezed his hand tightly. The pads of thumb sent butterflies all over my body as it grazed back and forth over palm in a soothing gesture.

“Why won’t you just quit? Why do you keep fucking with him, Cody?” I whispered. But apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Cody’s gaze turned icy cold, and his thumb suddenly froze, cutting off the soothing touch I’ve come to crave at this point.

“Is that why you’re here then? Why you come looking for me every single time? You want me to leave him alone? … Well, I’m sorry to tell have to tell you this, but that’s not going to happen. Brock and I are finishing this and I’m not going to stop until we do.” he said tersely. I scoffed and ripped my hand out of his grasp, and I twisted my torso to fully face him now. I reached out and gently cupped his cheek, urging him to look at me. I needed him to look at me when I said this.

When his eyes finally mine again, I could see the turmoil in them. His features still held that stubborn harshness that he held in his heart, but I watched that look melt into shock when I spoke again.

“Screw Brock. This isn’t about him. This is about us. A-about you,” I amended, chickening out as his eyes widened that much more at the mention of an ‘us’ having even the remote possibility of existing. “You can’t keep poking at him, Cody. You need to be smarter about this. Do you have any fucking idea how worried I’ve been these last few weeks? This isn’t just work shit anymore, Cody. this has gone way too far- he almost killed you! … let me help. I work closely with Brock; I can help you deal with him. Please.” I said, hearing the plea in my voice and not bothering to cover it up.

A lone tear slid down my cheek as Cody nuzzled into my touch. His eyes were closed for a moment before they met mine once again.

“I thought of… of stopping this. I don’t particularly enjoy the fact that you’re now caught up in all this. And yes, it’s… it’s gotten extremely personal between Brock and myself. If he finds out that you came to see me or that we’re working together to get one up on him-”

“He won’t.” I replied confidently. “But you’re going to have to trust me and let me do my job. You don’t know Brock like I do. So, you’re going to have to listen to me…” “Please?” I added after a couple seconds of pensive silence from Cody.

~~

By the grace of the universe, Cody eventually traded weekly ass whoopings from Brock for advice from me on a more sensible approach. With Brock you had to be 1000 steps ahead and alert at all times. Getting one up on him mentally injured his ego and kept him humble more than any physical asswhooping would.

But that didn’t mean Brock wouldn’t receive that as well.

Summer Slam came and Brock and Cody had their match. Everything was legal during this match. I knew Brock would fall into the trap of a No-DQ match. Any chance to taste Cody’s blood. But what he didn’t know was that Cody had someone on his side.

It felt insanely good to hold that kendo stick in my hands, slide into that ring and just absolutely wail on Brock’s body, over, and over, and over again. Getting him back for everything he put Cody through for no fucking reason. Cody and I were now officially dating, so I had double the reason to beat the ever-loving shit out of Brock. To say that fans and people backstage were shocked was an understatement. Our carefully crafted plan worked beautifully.

With my help, Cody won the match and we both held each other’s hands up triumphantly, while Brock left the ring with his tail between his legs. I was Brock’s biggest asset. And now that Cody had me in his corner, Brock couldn’t touch him because I knew Brock like the back of my hand.

Cody and I spent some time catering to the fans, signing things and taking selfies as the pay-per-view ended and then Cody carried me backstage bridal style despite being understandably exhausted. I kissed him soundly the second the cameras were off of us, and we smiled against each other’s lips as our coworkers and friends hooted and hollered.

“We’re not a bad team, are we?” I whispered as Cody pressed his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes as he kissed my forehead and then I let out a delighted giggle as he pressed our lips together again, letting his lips linger on mine for a few seconds. His now familiar and warm gaze made my stomach swoop, and I ran my fingers through his hair, not giving two shits about the blood mixed with sweat which now stained my fingers.

“No, we definitely don’t make a bad team… the bad news for you is now I’m gonna have to keep you.” Cody murmured, his dimples causing deep, adorable creases on his cheeks.

That didn’t sound like bad news at all, actually…

[wwerhea]

SACRIFICAL ANGEL

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. there was something about her the moment you two met. she was strong, intimidating, and breathtaking. she was everything you wanted, but was she worth the risk?

tags. friends to lovers, dirty talk slay, shitty boyfriend?, aggressive!rhea, bi!reader.

warnings. eighteen plus — heavy cheating themes, sexual content, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, cursing, shame kink, slightly manipulative!rhea, mentions of penetration.

“Are you telling me to stop?” Her strong frame caged you in like you were prey and she was nothing but a wild animal going for the kill. Skillful fingers playing with the hem of your dress wanting nothing more than to rip it clean down the middle. Both of your palms laid flat on her chest, trying to create some space, but Rhea wrapped them around her neck, using your body to best of her advantage. Taking any opportunity to get as close to you as she could. 

“He’s waiting for you, isn’t he? Waiting for his good girl, yeah?” Rhea purred in your ear, the sultry in her voice never failing to get you exactly where you need to be. Soft lips sucking on the sweet spot just beneath your ear, teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin, making you whine for her as her tongue soothed the bite. 

She pinned you against the door harder, hips continuing to press into hers  until she had your legs wrapped around her waist, and your hands woven into her hair. Pulling at it every time she bites you was music to her ears. Your hips grinding into her, whining like a cat in heat as you felt what she’s packing. 

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about, huh? Me fucking you while your pathetic little boyfriend is  entertaining everyone else — is that what you want?” She taunted you, but all you did was whine as her assault on you continued.

“He doesn’t know how weak you are for me. My little princess in the palm of my hand.” 

She pulls always from your neck, lips pressed against your ear, ready to torture you with the voice you’d be on your knees for. 

“Begging and waiting for me to give you everything you need. Isn’t that right?” She smacked your ass, nails digging through the fabric, desperate to have you out of it. 

Eagerly, you nodded in response. 

“I bet you’re just dripping  for me to split this pussy right open. Fuck her the way she deserves.” Rhea nibbled on your ear before she whispered, “Is this cunt dripping for me? For your Mommy?” 

“Yes, it’s always for you. All for Mommy.” You pulled Rhea’s hair, needing to feel more. You finally accepted your feelings and you craved to feel her in any way you could. 

Every touch felt like it was the first. The explosiveness in your stomach, the head rush every time her lips connected with your body — this was how it was supposed to feel. It physically made you ache in pain knowing who you were betraying but the woman in front of you was it. 

No one else could compare, they never could. Rhea was one of a kind, a sweet precious diamond you wanted to keep near and dear to you.

But tonight, she would remind you just how sharp her edges truly were. 

“Just say the word, princess. Fuck, I want to make you cum, angel. Are you going to let Mommy make a mess?” 

“Please.” It was all Rhea needed, before she maneuvered you on the bed, enjoying  the erratic movements of your hips against your body before she threw you on the bed  as easily as a ragdoll.

The confirmation you needed her just as badly had her reeling. The rush of power she felt pumping through her veins, knowing you wanted her was all the satisfaction she would ever need. 

“Are you really that much of a needy fucking brat you’re going to let me fuck you right here? You’re going to let me take whatever I want while your pitiful, little boyfriend is waiting for you?”Rhea sat back on her calves, almost as if she wanted you to come to her.

Thighs on full display, broad shoulders pushed back.  “You’re going to let Mommy do whatever she wants with you tonight. Such a good little slut for me.” 

You nodded eagerly. Only wanting to please her. 

“Take off your dress, baby.” Rhea demanded, tongue peaking out as she ran it over her teeth, eyeing you like you were her last meal. 

You carefully picked it by the hem before throwing it over your head, leaving you with nothing but a pair of lace panties, The only piece of integrity left, hanging on a very thin line, but now there was nothing stopping her now. You matched her stance with far less clothes adorning your body, as you waited her to do as she pleased. 

You should feel regretful, or even a little bit shameful. It was your boyfriend’s big celebration, his entire family and friends congratulating him on his biggest accomplishment and all you craved was to please the woman in front of you.

To let her mold you into whatever she desired - no longer able to contain your wants and needs for her. 

Rhea was someone you never be able to let go of. It was that simple, but you knew regardless, he would feel justified in your wrongs. 

“Fuck.” Taking you in, Rhea couldn’t believe it, you were just as beautiful as she remembered. A painting she only dreamed of, so perfect and precious as she looked into your dreamy eyes.

Part of her couldn’t believe it. Truly, you were here — for her and her alone. 

 She sunk two of her fingers inside her mouth before sucking on them sweetly, her mischievous eyes never leaving your own until she pulled them off with a pop. 

“You look just as perfect, but do you taste as sweet?” Rhea pushed you until you were laying on your back, spreading your legs wide as the wrestler positioned herself, careful to not put her entire weight on you. “Tell me, does he ever eat you out?” The smugness in her tone and the way she ran her finger down the middle of your chest told you she already knew the answer. 

But this is Rhea, and she loved to play with her food. She wanted you helpless and crying out before she put you out of your misery. She wanted to bend you so far, you’d be afraid of snapping. The dominant side of her took over and you could see it in her eyes – how she wanted to completely and utterly devour you until there wasn’t anything left. 

Then, she would do it all over again. 

“Aw, have you gone mute, baby?” Her tattooed hand slapped your covered cunt, causing you to shriek. Rhea laughed while she teased you even further. “Do you need to be reminded of how it feels to cum again? I know that little boy toy of yours even knows where a clit is.” 

Softly, her lips kissing along your neck before finding purchase on your lips, kissing you confidently, assured you would accept anything she'd have to offer. Your hands clung onto her biceps, nails piercing through your skin as you tried to contain yourself. 

“Are you ready for this?” She was pushing, wanting the satisfaction of being the one you wanted. The crave boiling in her blood ran deep and there was no controlling it. Rhea knew you felt the same, all that was needed was coaxing. A little bit of bad influence to bring it out of you. 

He would never care for the way Rhea did - treat you the way you deserved. She knew it in her bones she loved you more than anyone ever could.

For years, Rhea had seen the twinkle in your eyes when you looked at her and she was afraid. Afraid the fantasy she dreamt of was just that, a figment of imagination. Until that one fateful night. 

Rhea seemed to replay it in her mind until there was nothing left, just you trapped in it. Your blinding smile, always taking her breath away any time it was directed towards her. Maybe if she was lucky, you’d choose her too. 

There were pieces of you, ones she had collected over time, and the puzzle was nearly complete. All she needed was you to fall in as deeply as she had. Part of her believed in your feelings for her, and she wanted to, but she had her reasons for holding back in the past. 

But now? There was nothing in her way. Not since the kiss. 

It excited Rhea. The thought was enough to bring the strong wrestler to her knees. Carefully, she was reminded of the lengths she would go for you. There wasn’t an edge she wouldn’t reach to claim every part of you. 

Rhea let herself relax, more encouragement fled through her veins as your hands clung to her like a vine. Afraid if you let go, she would disappear. 

She pulled herself away from your heavenly body, mouth opening before sporting a knowing smirk, until her voice was found. 

“Are you ready for this?” Rhea challenged, but she also needed assurance. She wasn’t your long time partner, the man expecting you at home was. To you and to her, if this happened it wouldn’t be some meaningless one time thing. The desire building beneath the surface had officially overflowed, and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself even if you tried. 

“There’s no shame if you can’t. I would be severely disappointed, but I’m a big girl, I can take the rejection. Even if my darling angel has changed her mind.” She affirmed if this wasn’t what you wanted, there was still room for you to dismiss and pretend this never happened. 

You took note of the sincerity laced in Rhea’s eyes. Truly meaning every word. 

“I promise, I wouldn’t be here if this wasn't what I wanted.” Your thumb rubbed reassuringly on her bicep, reassuring her if you wanted to be somewhere else, you would. It was the last nail in the coffin, before she trapped you in there,  binded in the ashes of your love. 

“I’m going to take these off now.” You knew she was giving you an out, a last moment to stop this if it’s what you wanted, but the only coherent thought entering your mind was just how much you craved her.  How this was the only thing you’d been able to think of for months on end. 

The dreams of touching her, kissing her. Getting lost in the thought of her beautiful blues, her strong frame, or imagining how she’d look like coming for you. Or the devilish smirk in your eyes right before she tips you over the edge, knowing exactly what’s coming. 

It’s how you’d been getting off while Jordan worked long nights - thinking of Rhea. Sometimes, it was when he was in bed fast asleep, you would think of how good her tongue would feel buried in your cunt. Her long fingers, and how much more they’d fill you up than your own, reaching places you wanted to but to no avail remained untouched. 

You thought of her thick thighs, and how much you want to ride them. Would she let you get off on her thighs alone? Or would that just be her tease of the night? 

It’d been months since your boyfriend had wanted to fuck, and even before, you fantasized about her. The more time you spent with her while Jordan wasn’t around left you under her spell. She didn’t have to do much until you were putty in her hands, molded and shaped just to her liking. Rhea was just what you needed, and god was she enjoying it. She craved your acceptance just as much as your submission. 

The whimpers and moans with her name continuously falling off your tongue. The way your cunt would grind against her own, begging for relief. The way you almost gave in when you agreed to go out with her two weeks ago, and her lips found yours. Devouring you from the inside with every stroke of her tongue dominating your own. 

It was the final nail in the coffin. You would never be able to escape her after dipping your soul with the sinner. You craved for more, yet there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach, a nagging voice telling you this wasn’t the way this should happen. 

You tried to feel guilty, or shameful, but when it came to Rhea you couldn’t find it within yourself to care about anything else. You just needed to be with her again and she had cornered you, pulling out all the steps necessary. You weren’t coming out of this room until she marked you as hers again. 

But this time it would be deeper. You would feel her vividly, raw and ready to please you. 

You knew it would be worth it. 

“Now be my good little angel and hold Mommy’s hair while she reminds you who should be with you.” Before you even had a moment to faux a protest, Rhea was right where you desperately wanted her, no matter how much it would hurt the man waiting to see your shining face as you congratulated him at the door. And almost, the vision was shifting. The look of disappointment etched in the furrow of his brow or in the pout of his lower lip. 

Try and try, you did. To at least give him an explanation as to why you weren’t there supporting along with the rest of him. Deadly but certain, you knew the accusations would start the moment you walk through the front door. Rhea’s name would be the first out of his mouth.

Envy reached him where you couldn’t, taking a hold of the man you once loved. The tight grip as strong as a vixen on top of you with his sights set on the woman he’d always been intimidated by. 

Rhea held you a little too long for his liking. He disagreed with how close she pulled you in. He lost it the first time Rhea kissed you on the cheek, lips so low they nearly reached the corner of your lips.

The first time you had to defend your relationship with Rhea was when the two of you had joined her at the gym and he swore you were checking her out during one of her reps. 

It was the first time you couldn’t deny your physical attraction to her. You couldn’t hide it, as much as you tried, her hold on you is visceral. A need buried so deep, it felt as if it had always been. 

Then she was on you. 

“Oh my god. Holy fuuuuck.” Her tongue started out with small strokes, fucking your folds with your tongue as your hands found purchase in her raven hair. Crystal blue eyes sinfully watching beneath you, mouth open wide trying to compose yourself. 

It’s all you could dream of, and your wish came true. The girl of your dreams worshiping you at the altar. 

“Mommy, you feel so good. Fuck, I’ve dreamt about your mouth s-so m-much.” Your hips began to move until she moved both of her hands to your thighs, her overpowering strength keeping you right where she wanted you. 

“Just my mouth then? Nothing else you wanted?” The whimper leaving your mouth as she circled her tongue on your clit had her humping into the mattress. Your tits on full display as you were dripping for her was more than enough to send her head through a frenzy, but tonight was about you. 

“Rhea, please. You know what I want. I-” You pleaded, but lost words died in the back of your throat when she sucked the sensitive bud in her mouth, pulling her hair tighter. 

Her tongue soothed over your clit and she released it until she did it again, your body beginning to shake at feeling. Before you could even process what was happening, she moved your hands to your sides so she could gain some space.

Only until she was on her knees spitting on your pussy, watching as it connects from her lips to yours. 

Black lips grinning wickedly as you continued to moan, she teased and fingered along your clit before she found your pretty little hole. Her long finger gradually built a pace as she watched you take such a small piece of her. 

Then she let a second one enter, watched your head fall back against the silky sheets, unable to look her in the eyes. 

Too afraid you’ll come too soon, but you assumed Rhea had other plans. She wanted to feel you unravel for her. She wanted to be the one to bring you there until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you were hers, and only hers. 

“I need it Mommy, please.” You begged for her as she pumped brutally and then her thumb reached for your clit, circling just enough to send you in a frenzy, but not quite enough to get you where you needed to be.

She knew it yet she was taunting you with the sensation. It felt like too much at first, but then as time passed, you needed more. More of her and what she was packing beneath her sweats. “Give me your cock, Mommy.” 

Without losing her pace, she mauvered her body so she was hovering over you, limber fingers still pumping in your tight cunt. Using her free hand, she wrapped her hand before wrapping it around your neck, applying as much pressure as she felt necessary. 

“Do you really think you’d ever be in a position to give me orders?” She bent her head down until her lips were met with your nipple, tongue circling around the bud before she let her teeth sink before letting go.

 “What would he do if he saw you getting fuck by mommy?” Then she began her assault on your other breast, her tongue lavishing and on your nipple, flicking back and forth on the bud until she found the high pitch moan she was looking for. 

The more she played with your tits the quicker she was bringing to the edge. A soft, but what seemed to be an infinite chant of her name fell from your lips. 

“I-...Fuck” You tried to respond to her but despite your best efforts, you were under mercy. Every stroke of her tongue and thrust of her fingers pushed you closer to where you would die to be. The sound of your slick being pushed around in your gushing pussy only made Rhea want more. 

All of it was because of her, but she wouldn’t be satisfied until she claimed you properly. 

“My cock’s not even in you, baby and you’re already being a dumb slut? Use your words before I make you regret it.” Rhea threatened, but she began to circle your slit faster as if her sole purpose was to torture you. “I asked you a question.” 

Her tone dropped lower as she spoke to you, “Would you let him stop me?” 

“No, of course not, Mommy.” You rushed out before tears began to fill your eyes, because just when her pace was bringing you where you needed to be, she removed her thumb from your clit as you began to ride her hand. Trying to get yourself off, as you felt the cool silver of her rings smooth over your cunt. 

“Good.” Then she leaned forward, lips pressed against your ear before she whispered softly, “I’m going to get undressed, you’re going to call your precious little boyfriend and then you’re going to talk to him while I fuck this sweet little pussy that was made for me. Yeah?” 

She didn’t even give you a chance to reply before she grabbed your phone from the floor, handing it to you, sweetly. Nervously, you fidgeted, terrified but excited for what was about to happen. You were about to get fucked by the woman you’d been thinking about for months. She was about to bear it all with you, and god was she going to make you work for it. 

Then, there she was, bare in front of you as you nervously dialed your boyfriend waiting for him to pick up. 

“Let me show you what a real fuck feels like, princess.”

hope you enjoyed the read!

[thesamoanqueen]

Happiest Girl

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Fluff(?); Choking, Spanking.

A/N: it was supposed to be a tender and romantic ff, but Y/N has lost control so... nasties

She never woke up so early. But it had happened that morning, and she wouldn't regret it for the world, because Roman was there.

After months, next to her, occupying almost the entire bed and sleeping. His hair curled all over the place, his breathing relaxed and that hoarse gurgle, sort of like a hibernating bear that Y/N had joked about every time they'd slept together for the last year. He was there, motionless, with one arm firmly anchored on her side, even though he was on his stomach, holding her from a run she woud never attempt.

She never got tired of Roman, never felt disappointed or regretted something with him. And maybe she should have, maybe that break before WM should have taught her something, maybe what they have was too much, but this was where she always wanted to be, this was the feeling Y/N always wanted to feel. She was happy. Sincerely and purely happy as a little girl.

Life had taught her with hard lessons to value things. And this reason, she had given value and weight to everything, especially to herself and she had always kept feet firmly on the ground even when could have let go and waited for the flow to carry her. She had held on to him too, she had tried not to expect anything, see things only for what they were, but Roman had pulled her down mercilessly.

And she was happy that he did so. She was so infinitely happy…

She kissed his cheekbone and another kiss on his nose, receiving a murmur from him that widened her smile. Fingers worked their way through his dark hair, moving a couple of strands finished on his face to give him another soft kiss on his forehead and another on the shoulder. She continued on his stubbled cheek, one more and another one, lightly, but quicly, until Y/N found his mouth shushing his gurgling. Roman mumbled something and Y/N laughed softly against his big shoulder, watching him move a bit in the covers when he no longer felt her under his arm.

He was incredibly clingy to her if they were alone. Made him nervous not keeping his hands on her, but that day it was her turn and so, Y/N ran her fingers over him, working her way up Roman’s arm and up to his back. Slowly, she climbed on top of him, careful not putting too much pressure on his back where doctors had placed bands to help him recover. Her hands began to trace the line of the tattoo, massaging muscles and planting kisses on his skin, up to the nape of his neck. For a long moment, eyes closed, Y/N breathed his scent and listened to his breath, hands that kept stroking between his shoulder blades.

- … right there – he mumbled against the pillow, voice even hoarse than usual and Y/N straightened up a bit, stopping immediately for spite.

- I thought it was impossible to wake you up

-There's power in those hands of yours – he said after a second, a little more awake than before, turning heavily, to look at her.

His face was beaten from sleep, but still straddling him, Y/N couldn't find a reason to stop looking him straight in the eyes. The same eyes that had already regained their sparkle and were now holding her own, still and hungry, like the night he had refused to listen her doubts.

- Just my hands? please… my hands…- Y/N joked, caressing his chest, while his fingers roamed slowly on her thighs, up and down - my hair… - magic undone curls that swayed on her back following the head movement - my lips…

She smiled, leaning into him for a new kiss, her back arching naturally as she felt Roman moving over her thighs and the hem of her – his – shirt, worn to sleep. He squeezed her soft hips, grabbing her ass shortly after and Y/N moaned inside his mouth, giving him permission to enter and explore. She rocked slowly, circling only with her hips, his morning boner pressing against her and tongue caressing hers. Her belly was already heating up, a reaction that she couldn't control with him and lost in that sensation, Y/N shamelessly sucked his tongue, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth when the need for air became for both of them too much. Roman grinned, hands still caressing her rounded buttocks and Y/N quickly gave him another kiss.

- Pretty confident, huh?

-Im happy – she admitted, feeling a strange discharge go through her body, seeing him lighten up at that revelation and she straightened up, slowly scratching his abs -… so dont you dare messing up things, ya understand?

She trusted him and her good purpose on that relationship . Still it seemed absurd, however, that after the only crisis between them, after having tried by all means to keep things as they were, they had come to that point. And now, now that she really had it, she didn't want to let go of him. She didn't want to lose him.

Roman nodded slowly, hands squeezing hers for a moment, then moving again to rock her back a bit and sink into her bare hips.

- There was actually something I was planning to messing up – he confessed, scanning her with his brown gaze and Y/N stifled the smile to give him a menacing one.

- You better do it – she threatened, leaning down to kiss him once more.

She felt him laughing against her lips, eyes following her, as she slid down in a trail of kisses.

- You liking a lit bit too much this bossie role, babygirl. You lucky you're cute.

The slap on her ass made Y/N jump and she looked up at him, who hadn't moved at all, but was now caressing her skin right where he'd struck.

It was all she wanted. Everything she had always looked for. Nasty sex and someone to hold her. A kiss on her forehead, that would give nothing to him and nothing to her, except care and comfort. Laughing after being eaten and losing her voice. Knowing she could be alone, but feel better when he was around. Have power and still be willing to drop to her knees to see that sparkle on his eyes. Someone who treated her as she deserved, with respect and loyalty, without forcing her to ask and who also knew when to throw her somewhere and make her forget everything.

With itchy skin, she slid further down, kissing his stomach and abs, slow and tenacious, every inch down to the strip of hair that emerged from the sheet. She felt his hands come up from her, caressing her ribs slowly, exposing her lower body, still naked after the night. The air against her cunt sent a pleasant shiver up her stomach, her back now fully arched, as fingers pulled away the last barrier between them to finally release his manhood. Roman stroked his thumb down her cheek and Y/N brought her eyes back to him, licking the length of his shaft and bringing out a different gurgle from him. Without depriving him of her attention, Y/N licked her lips and took him into her hand, his hot weight warming her all over and making her hips rock.

- I want you all - she whispered against his tip and Roman pursed his full lips, watching her hungrily swallow more than half of him without problems.

- Take me

The taste of him flooded her mouth, as unmistakable as the quickening breath and the heat building in the pit of her stomach. She scratched her nails up his strong thighs and up his sides over Roman’abs, sucking on him and feeling his hardness increase against her tongue. She focused on the head, moaning as he dug his hand into her hair, growling menacingly at the treatment.

-Like that-

Y/N shivered over him in amusement, her throat almost taking him all, her tongue rubbing against the protruding veins. She felt him tug at the new sensation again, this time encouraging her to do more and she bobbed her head up and down, eating him hungrily, sucking him dry, not slowing until Roman throbbed inside her mouth, precum messing her tongue. Y/N pulled back with a loud pop, pledging to suck him one last time, hard, before standing up again and seeing him swinging in front of her, shiny and fully hard.

She bit her lip, satisfied and proud, but the warmth inside her body was too much to remain admiring her work and her hands went to the edge of the shirt was wearing, making it pass over her head.

-Ya definetly have a talent for this – Roman noted, staring at her as she brushed hair off her shoulders and pressed his lower stomach to stand up.

- Strip? - slowly, she slid forward, her center leaving a wet trail on his thighs.

- Drive me crazy

The hunger in his voice left no room for doubt and as she felt his fingers on her round ass, squeezing and spreading to help her take him, a new shiver made her body vibrate in anticipation.

- Good…-she murmured hot, climbing on top of him -… cause I want you addicted big boy – she gasped together with him, feeling the tip open and crawl inside her without difficulty.

-Aint complaining… but ya late– he growled under her, holding her hips when he was all inside her.

It didn't matter how few hours had passed since the last time or that they had collapsed after who knows what round. It was never enough for her when they were together, her body craved to feel him inside her, his warmth, his company, his aura. She'd never been so wet for anyone else, no matter how much they'd done or what, it was a spontaneous reaction, as was his always willing to satisfay her. It was comforting, exciting.

She felt him pulsing between her folds, filling her perfectly and streching her like the first time. Hands resting on his midsection, Y/N circled her hips, Roman inspiring lunges as she enjoyed his big intrusion. Her nails dug into his skin, scratching softly and somehow remembering that thousands of people would see him that night, fingers trailing, back hunching. They had started everything slowly, with kisses, massages, but Y/N didn't want to wait anymore, wasn't able to wait anymore. Roman stroked her butt, trying to grab as much as possible when she lifted a bit to welcome him back inside herself completely. He held her even if she didn't need it, as he always did, as he did everywhere and as he promised to do in the future.

- Ah… fuck… you streach me so we-ell- once, twice, slowly, before increasing the pace.

She felt his head sink past her curves, rubbing against the spongy walls, pulling at the skin and settling with every jolt. Up and down, swift and merciless to herself, clamoring and craving more with each slimy sound that began to rise from their union.

-Ruin yourself with Daddy's cock… mmh… dont hold back – his voice, hoarse and low, had the ability to charge her as much as his big hands.

Bracing herself on her knees, she kept only the tip inside each time she rose and then fell, hips spinning furiously. Lost in that warm feeling, she closed her eyes, head tilting back, mouth open to fill the room with moans. Her mind emptied more with each lunge, pussy wanting to melt and when she finally found the right angle in her cunt, her head fell forward.

- A-ah! Fuck! Y-yes… ah! – she meowed shamelessly, mouth hanging open.

- That's it… g-good girl, harder – growled Roman, slapping hard her buttock.

Pain made her wince, in contrast to the visceral pleasure from feeling him strike on her sweet spot. But soon that one became pleasurable too and Y/N leaned forward, rubbing her button of nerves against him, her ass slamming at an unnatural pace. There was nothing else in her head, just Roman and the heat building fast, hand moving back up to her hips and then up her stomach. He gripped her boob, his thumb playing with her dark nipple, twisting it from side to side, as she did with his cock. When he pinched and squeezed, something else about her tightened the grip on him and Roman moaned in response, growling and pulling her closer to meet her jolts.

The silence of the room at that hour was now filled by their hot breaths and the slimy sound of colliding bodies. Concentrating she could have felt their bed as well, shaking because of them, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than the heat was now building in her stomach and threatening to make her chest explode. It felt like it was dripping down her legs and it probably was, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and so was Roman's. She stared at the line of the tattoo, abs contracted, hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving. Her hands began to wander, feeling the tension coursing under his skin, hips thrusting, walls pulsing, riding him. Roman suddenly stopped torturing her nipples, to forcefully pull her against him and Y/N smashed her mouth against his full one, immediately feeling Roman invade her with his tongue. That umpteenth intrusion brought her one step closer to the edge, she moaned his name, stomach now seeming to rise in her chest and melt between her legs. Her folds vibrated out of control, gripping him every time Roman spread her, every time she pounded herself, unable to slow down.

- Fuck me until you can't think straight-yes! Thats it! Yes – Roman blew into her face, lungs ready to explode and Y/N smashed a hand into his chest.

- Lemme-aahn!

Legs shaking, she straightened up again, his enlarged cock throbbing fully inside her again, meeting the heat that had built up in her stomach. She was a mess, a beautiful mess only him, knew how to reduce her and when his hand spanked her ass again, making her shiver, Y/N crumbled on top of him. Her climax shook her from toes to head, eyes narrowing, lip between teeth and an unspecified scream welling up from her chest. Her pussy refused to let go, squeezing as if to strangle him and taken into the moment, Y/N didn’t understand where that sensation began and where Roman's hand, that now had grabbed her throat.

- R-Roo-mmh! - she gasped, gaze back on him who was now sitting up.

She was still shaking as he kissed her, biting and licking her mouth, chest pressed against her breasts.

- We've found a… new kink- he grinned pleased, throwing her on the bed, to climb partly on top of her – my messy whore – the adoration with which he had whispered in her ear brought Y/N to curl up against him, body, weak for the climax, that still didn't stop shaking.

Her mind was blank, she felt his kisses along her face, fingers squeezing enough to hold her still, but not enough to choke her. He was still inside her, still lodged in her throbbing center, smeared all the way to her length and as he started pounding her hard, not holding back, the familiar feeling of overwhelm washed over her.

-P-plea-ase – she pleaded, clinging to his arms-… aah, please- moans now similar to cries.

-I gotchu hush-hm… Daddy'll wreck y-you- she wasn't sure what she was begging for, the intensity of the climax had made her hypersensitive and her whole body was on fire at that point, but Roman was ready for both.

He pulled one of her legs up onto his muscular shoulder, spreading her as wide as possible and with his fingers around her throat, he quickened the pace, his lips pressed against her temple. Y/N clearly felt his hardness pulsing near her spot, tip torturing her most sensitive point, causing her to writhe beneath him. She gasped for air, room spinning over her and the only anchors seemed to be Roman's arms. Y/N heard him ranting something, moans growing more furious above her and she closed her eyes again, losing herself in another climax, as he came inside her, sinking with obstinacy and the intention of fill her.

For long seconds her mind was filled only with the sound of her crazed heart, strength drained. She was never as vulnerable as in that moment, when she let go of everything abandoning herself to the flow, the world spinning, running around her and her forgetting it. Eventually though, Roman came out of her with a satisfied grunt and before he could fall back into their covers, Y/N clung to him again.

Roman’s laughter, amused, low, tired, rang above her head as he planted his usual kiss on her forehead.

- … is my happy girl still happy?

- Happier - she confessed, his hand stroking her back.

- We'll work on the happiest, whatchu say?

She raised her head, eyes meeting him, unable to hold back the smile that his arrogant face brought on her.

She already was the happiest, but it was better not to tell him or it would have been the end of everyone.

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[mamirhodessxox]

cody request: one where him and reader are in a serious relationship and Cody LOVES to spoil her. he buys her elaborate gifts all the time and constantly encourages her to run up his credit card. she never asks for things and feels bad about how much he gives her and always tells him not to get her anything. maybe she didn’t have much growing up and isn’t used to a bunch of “fancy” things. they talk and it all eventually leads to smut where he says something like “the best things in life are free anyway” in reference to the intimacy.

Millions

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody & Y/N recently got into a fresh relationship with each other despite the slight age gap, Y/N has noticed Cody has been bringing her gifts almost every day & she begins to feels guilty until Cody makes sure that whatever he does it stops her from feeling that way, Especially on their anniversary.

Content: Smut, Fingering, angst, mirror sex, Hair pulling, praising, Light bondage, Foul language, fluff, MDNI, use of the Red Light Green Light system.

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Y/N and Cody were polar opposites when it came to love languages, when the two started dating almost a year ago Y/N assumed at first that their relationship would be simple but with Cody? Oh no, His love language was acts of service & physical touch, Y/N assumed he was more of a physical touch and words of affirmation type of guy but she was very wrong.

Y/N’s love language was always simple, Physical Touch, Quality time & Words of affirmation, Cody literally smothered Y/N in luxury the first WEEK they started dating, He couldn’t help it, he loves spoiling the people he lives & as you could tell, the motherfucker LOVES Y/N…He barely lets her lift a finger when it comes to some things, Y/N will go down into the laundry room with a basket full of clothes and just as she’s about to throw in the laundry Cody pops up out of nowhere as if he has spidey senses on whenever she is doing something & tells her to put the basket down.

Because of this Y/N starts to feel extremely bad, she feels bad whenever he gives her gifts, a credit card literally telling her they will not be leaving the mall until she spends at least over a thousand dollars, Y/N has literally had to beg Cody to put the credit card away anytime he notices that she looked at 1 singular thing that would peak her interest.

Y/N grew up on the lower class side of life & had to work for most things in her life that she wanted, Cody worked super hard to get where he was in life & after many years of getting the things he wanted in life by his extraordinary hard work he wanted nothing more than to have someone in his life that he can spoil, which is why even after a year of dating him she is still shocked whenever he comes home with something just for her, He takes her out on luxurious dates & buys her a beautiful outfit to wear followed with matching lingerie sets to wear underneath, Y/N doesn’t have to ask for much given the fact that every-time she blinks he has something waiting right in-front of her.

Y/N had just moved in with cody a few weeks prior & so far it was great! They spent most nights cooking together and enjoying each other’s company while learning how to make new meals each night, Today was their 1 year anniversary & Cody was beyond excited, he had something up his sleeve & she could tell the moment she was about to step foot in the kitchen to grab lunch but he had it blocked off “Cody? Why is there a curtain hanging over the kitchen??” She called out while he hummed walking downstairs buttoning up his top & gently grabbed her shoulders turning her away “Don’t worry about it.” “Cody..” “minddd your business sweetheart.” He teased “What did you need I’ll go get it.” She huffed & placed her hands ontop of her hips “Cody let me in the damn kitchen.” “Can’t. Now what do you need?” She frowned and reached out for his hand and sighed “Can I have crackers please? ‘Need a snack” he grinned and gave her a short kiss before sneaking past the curtain while making his way into the kitchen to get her a quick snack.

For most of the day Cody encouraged her to go out somewhere with her friends or something but she wouldn’t budge so he left her no choice but to drive her to the mall himself to drop her off with his credit card while she stood at the entrance awkwardly while he leaned out the window “I’ll come back in At least an hour alright? I better see movement on that card sweetheart.” Y/N huffed and just as she was about to protest he rolled up the window & drove off leaving her by herself at the mall holding his card & lightly smacking her hands against her sides “Fuck.”

For the next 30 minutes she remembered he just told her to spend money, not buy anything specific so she had the great idea of buying him some things. And she did in-fact do just that By the time he came back to pick her up he had roses waiting for her as she got in the car & smiled seeing she had many bags in her hands “You get yourself something nice baby?” He questioned while grabbing her chin “I bought YOU something nice, since it’s our anniversary and everything.” He raised an eyebrow & looked at her sternly “Baby i told yo-“ “To spend money, You didn’t say anything about me HAVING to get myself something.” Cody sighed jokingly and nodded his head in agreement “Your right. But next time your buying yourself something.”

He finally drove home & immediately guided her upstairs with her face covered since he was still surprising her at home. “Get dressed and meet me in the dining room alright?” she smiles nodding in response before he pulled her into a passionate kiss before he pulled away patting her ass and walking out of the room. Y/N stared at the short black dress that laid on the bed followed with heels on the ground & seeing a matching lingerie set. She took her time getting changed and by the time she made her way downstairs she notices that rose petals were scattered into a pathway with candles lit next to them, She walked into the dining room to see a large bouquet of Roses mixed in with money shaped into looking like roses making her frown a bit before she set it aside and sat down just as Cody came in setting the table with the dinner he just made for her which was Steak followed with mashed potatoes & a salad. “What do you think gorgeous?” she smiled meekly and then started tearing up a bit making him rush over and crouch to her level “what’s the matter hm? Talk to me baby I can’t make it better unless you tell me.” She sniffled and wiped off the now ruined mascara from her face “I— I just feel so b-bad when you do so much for me! I d-don’t wanna seem like i’m using you, Cody I d-don’t deserve any of this.”

She frowned as he shook his head and pressed a kiss against her temple “No ma’am absolute not, none of that, Baby you deserve the goddamn world, I choose to spend my money on you because I want to, You deserve everything on this fucking planet sweetheart.” She shook her head in disagreement & he furrowed his brows a bit before gently pulling her out of the chair “C’mon sweet girl.” She hiccuped and followed him out of the dining room and upstairs to their shared bedroom where he placed her on the bed and lifted her leg as he got on his knees against the floor before pointing at the mirror that laid agains the wall on the right side of the room facing the bed. “See how beautiful you are honey? You look so fucking gorgeous how could you not deserve anything luxurious?” He asked before pressing a kiss against her ankle as he made her watch through the mirror, “Cody-“ he kissed up her thighs and sat up for a minute pointing at the mirror. “I want you to keep your eyes on that mirror understood?”

She nodded meekly and gasped as he suddenly tore off her dress “Cody!!” “What? It’s not like I can’t go buy another one.” He teased before getting on top of her and running his hand down her stomach & soon sunk it into her panties making her breath hitch as she felt his fingers start to toy with her clit, she turned her head but he grabbed her face and made her stare at her own reflection “Eyes on the mirror gorgeous, ‘want you to see how much your worth.” Y/N whined and pawed at his arm & let out a sudden moan when she felt him push two of his fingers inside of her cunt before slowly pumping them in & out of her making her bite down on her lip to the point where she swore skin was broken to the point where she was nearly bleeding.

Cody smirked devilishly before pushing her panties to the side & placing in a position where he sat behind her & both of them faced the mirror. Y/N watched through the reflection of them both as he thrusted his fingers in & out of her sopping cunt while he pressed his lips against her ear with a grin spread across her face “Look at you taking my fingers so fucking good for me baby, ‘m so proud of you sweetheart your doing so good f’me” he pulled his fingers away from her pussy & smacked her clit harshly as he watched her eyes roll back & hips buck upwards as she finally hit her climax making him smear her cum around her pussy before his free hands moving away from the thighs he held open up to her face holding it still so she couldn’t look away from the reflection of cody having his fun with her.

“Your worth millions Y/N, I want you to know that by time I’m done with you understand?” She nods quickly and lets out a strained whine as she watched Cody move himself off of the bed & took off his clothes before hovering above her & taking off her panties for good along with her bra “Color?” She smiled faintly “Green.” He grinned at her approval & pressed most of his body weight against her after rolling her over onto her stomach & lifting up her ass giving it a quick smack making Y/N lean her head down in the sheets. Before Cody started anything off he wanted to make sure she was all pampered and comfortable still proving her point from beforehand that he wouldn’t let her lift a finger or do any work. He wanted Y/N to be a pillow princess and just sit back and look pretty while he got off on pleasuring her.

He planted a pillow under her head & stomach & moved her hair out of her face before pressing his chest down against her back & kissing her cheek “Tell me what your worth again baby?” She whimpered at his command like question before mumbling under her breath “millions.” But that wasn’t good enough for him. He gave her a light smack against the ass “Say it properly sweetheart you know I can’t hear words over whining.” She frowned and tried stuffing her face in the pillow to avoid answering him but he grabbed her by the hair and tugged her head back up while smacking her ass again earning a loud yelp escape her lips “Millions!!” He smiled in approval before leaning back as he slowly seethed his cock inside of her as he smirked to himself when she let out a soft moan against the pillows while staring deep into the mirror, he waited for her permission to start making any sort of movement and the moment he felt her hand grab on his wrist as a signal to keep going he began to slowly thrust inside of her while his upper body leaned down against hers.

He stared her down through the mirror and lifted her face just enough for him to press his lips against hers and shove his tongue into her mouth the most he started thrusting his cock deep inside of her. “Doing so good for me sweetheart, taking me so fucking good.” He mumbled against her mouth before pulling away to speed up the pace as he started to feel her clench around his dick & beg for him to go faster. He admired her now disheveled look through the mirror, her eyes glazed over as her hair became messy from the way his hand kept tangling itself into her hair, the more he slammed himself inside of her the more she looked fucked out, her hand clutched itself into their sheets but felt a sudden stop, she came right back to reality when she felt him pull out & heard shuffling around the room trying to see what he was up too through the mirror but her eyes were fighting to stay opened. “Color sweetheart?” She heard him call out to her and she sighed out into the pillow trying to gather herself “g—green..” all of a sudden she felt Cody grab her arms and press them against her back soon feeling what seemed to feel like a belt bind her wrists together & him giving it a snug tug before pushing himself back inside of her cunt.

Y/N gasped and felt him hold onto her wrists snd the belt as his thrusts became sloppier and groaning each time his balls smacked against her clit that was all sticky & still wet from her first orgasm. Cody let exhaled raggedly before looking back up into the mirror seeing the woman he loved so dearly roll her eyes back even more over each thrust he took. “Feeling good baby?” He murmured as his cock buried into her cunt making her feel as if he was filling her up to the brim before he continued pounding into her sopping tight pussy until he let out a loud groan at the way she tightened up around him.

Y/N noticed Cody was about to cum just as she was about to, Cody leaned down once more admiring her blissed out stay “cum with me baby, c’mon sweetheart cum for me.” He chanted into her ear as she nodded while he pressed his fingers into her mouth groaning in her ear as he spilled his cum inside of her just as she felt her orgasm finally hit making her body spasm under his. He took heavy breaths before pulling himself out & lying next to her and running his hand through her hair giving himself and her a moment to wind down before he cleaned up the mess he caused. “What are you worth again sweetheart?” He mumbled while she smiled softly and trickled her fingers around his shoulder “Millions.” He smiled back at her and pressed a kiss against her cheek

“Damn right you are.”

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[imaginexwwe]

HIS GIRL - Roman Reigns

JUST SOMETHING I HAD SITTING IN MY DRAFTS SINCE LAST YEAR ✍😅 MY FRIEND WHO'S NOT ON HERE AND DOESN'T WRITE HELPED WITH THE SEMI SPICY PART LOL 🤣

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REAL NAMES WILL BE USED JUST CAUSE

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Y|N AND JOE HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL AND HAVE EVEN FOOLED AROUND OCCASIONALLY BUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP SOON CHANGES WHEN NEW BOY COLBY LOPEZ ARRIVES

•

"I should get going, Joe." Y|N giggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip causing the guy next to her to tighten his grip. "Joseph, let go."

"I don't want you to go."

And I don't want to leave.

Y|N sighed.

Her lips slowly turning upwards into a smile as she unknowingly sunk deeper into his muscular arms.

Just hearing Joe say he didn't want her to leave made her stomach do backflips.

But she knew she had to stop herself before she got too deep in her feelings.

Like who was she kidding?

Joseph's her bestfriend.

Has been her best friend since the day they met when she was the new girl in school.

The first day of seventh grade, to be exact.

It was only recently that they had decided to give in to the temptation that had began lingering over them since their junior year of high school, and had, had sex.

It was Y|N's first time.

Not so much Joe's.

Of course, the man's like every girl's fantasy at school.

But that's beside the point.

Y|N had swore up and down that night she had allowed Joe to take her virginity that she could handle her emotions, and not be one of those clingy girls that all of a sudden wanted more than no strings attached.

Those girls that would ultimately find themselves wanting a relationship.

Wanting said bestfriend to be theirs and only theirs.

When deep down she had quickly became that girl.

All because she wanted her bestfriend to make her feel the way he had made those other girls feel.

It just so happen, Y|N was good at hiding how she felt.

But then there would be times like now, when Joe would say things like 'I don't want you to go.'

Something so simple that would only make Y|N long for something more, even more.

Get yourself together, before you ruin everything.

With another sigh, Y|N began wiggling again. "It's the night before the first day of senior year, Joe. I have to go home and get some sleep."

"Sleep here." Joe quickly replied, with a chuckle as he leaned over to nip at the skin on my neck, almost immediately causing me to close my eyes, and bit down on my lips. "Please."

Y|N shook her head, trying to fight off the urge to moan, as Joe's hand began to slide further and further down her body. "I have no clothes." She quickly blurted out, trying to think of any excuse to be let go.

"Wear something of mines." Joe countered with a smirk as his hand stopped. "You love stealing my stuff all the other times."

"My dads will be pissed." Y|N gasped out, feeling Joe's finger come in contact with her folds. "I'm not about to show up on the first day of my senior year dressed like you. And I know if I stay I won't be getting much sleep."

"Are you serious?" Joe questioned, looking over at Y|N in disbelief. "You really want to go? Right now?" His grip now loosened from around Y|N waist.

No!

"Well..." Y|N stuttered out, rolling over so that she could face Joe. "Maybe I can be a little late. But we have to be quick."

"No promises." She heard her bestfriend say, smirking, as he gripped Y|N's face, pulling her in for a kiss.

This boy will be the death of me.

•

"Looks like you and Joe had a good time." Trinity said, nudging Y|N with her elbow as she, Y|N and their other friend Liv walked down the hall at the end of school.

"Is it really noticeable..?" Y|N blushed, already knowing her friend was referring to the hickey Joe had marked her with last night when they were going for round two. "I was up at six this morning covering this thing up."

Thank goodness the other three are in a place they won't see, Y|N thought, giggling to herself.

Liv shrugged, playfully rolling her eyes at her friend. "Well, it looks like you need a touch up."

"I'll put more on in the ca-"

Before Y|N could finish what she was saying, a male voice was heard calling out to her.

"Who's he?" Liv was the first to ask, as the three girls turned their attention to the unrecognizable boy calling out to Y|N.

"Oh..." Y|N spoke with a smile. "The new guy, Colby. He just moved to Florida from Iowa."

Trinity laughed, eyeing her friend. "And how do you know all of this?" She asked, taking note of the instantaneous smile that formed on Y|N's face.

"He's in my first and second period."

And before either one of her friends could think of anything else to say or question her about, Y|N had walked off heading over to Colby.

•

"Is that Y|N?" Joe heard his cousin Jonathan ask as him and Jon's younger twin brother Joshua turned a corner in school, heading for the double doors to leave out the school building.

Joe stopped in his tracks, looking in the direction that his younger cousin was looking.

Seeing none other than Y|N.

And some guy he didn't know.

"Who's that guy she's talking to?"

"Oh, that's the new guy, Cory." Jon answered.

"It's Colby." Josh spoke up, correcting his brother. "He's the new kid from Iowa. He's in first period with me and Y|N."

Joe nodded, his eyes locked on his bestfriend as she was deep in conversation with Colby.

Even when Joe tried to tear his eyes away, he couldn't.

And for some reason, the longer he watched the more his blood began to boil.

Wait, why was his blood boiling?

Y|N's talked to guys other than him and his cousins before.

Hell she's even dated guys before.

She's even been out a few times with guys since they began fooling around.

And Joe's never had a problem before.

But then again, he's never had to watch Y|N talk to a guy other than him, his family and a few mutual guy friends.

People that went to school here knew Y|N was Joe's.

And because of that she was off limits.

So, he most definitely didn't want to start having to watch some clueless ass new guy step on his territory.

Now that he's got a good thing going on with her.

As if someone was controlling him, Joe had quickly made his way over to where Y|N stood, laughing with the new guy, Colby.

"Hey, beautiful." He greeted Y|N, leaning down giving Y|N a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

That's my girl, Joe thought smirking into the kiss as Y|N almost immediately kissed back.

•

Okay.

What.

The.

Fuck?

Y|N slowly pulled away from the kiss, her hand on Joe's chest as she pushed him back.

Where did that come from?

She could feel heat rising to her face as she stood there for a second or two trying to catch her breath after Joe's spontaneous tongue filled kiss.

And 'hey beautiful?'

When did Joe start addressing her as beautiful?

Don't get it wrong, Joe has always been the main guy to call her beautiful or make her feel beautiful but that was maybe when Y|N was showing off a new outfit or you know, when they're having sex or whatever.

But addressing by saying beautiful?

That's new.

She wasn't even sure if he's ever even addressed her as babe, or even baby before.

So why now?

Y|N looked up at Joe for the first time since he came over to her and stuck his tongue down her throat seeing a new emotion that she's never seen before.

Jealousy.

Joseph was jealous over something I was doing?

Could he be feeling the things I've been feeling for him lately, for me?

"I'm sorry about that, Colby." Y|N said embarrassingly as she tried to focus her attention on her new friend, while also taking notice of how close Joe was pulling her in to him. "This is Joe."

"Colby." The guy she's only met this morning during class said a smile on his face as he stretched out a balled up fist to Joe seemingly to give him a fist bump.

Joe nodded, ignoring Colby's gesture. "I heard Y|N." He mumbled turning to Y|N dropping his arm from around Y|N's waist. "I'm ready to go."

Y|N nodded taking note of his tone.

It wasn't something she liked considering it didn't seem like the Joseph she'd known since she was twelve.

But at the same time he was her ride home and because of her being unable to say no to a second round with Joe last night, she was on the verge of being grounded by her dads after coming home half an hour after her curfew.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She said to Colby, before turning and walking off with Joe.

•

Joe walked to his car, an slightly angry Y|N leading the way as she stomped ahead, her arms crossed over her chest.

This is gonna be a long ride.

Seeing Y|N had reached his car before him, Joe used his key fob to unlock the car giving her access.

About a minute later, Joe had finally gotten settled in the car and had thrown his backpack in the backseat next to Y|N's.

"What the hell was that?" He heard Y|N ask, her head snapping in his direction as he put his key in the ignition, starting his car engine. "And don't ask what like you don't know I'm talking about you shoving your damn tongue down my throat."

"I thought you loved my tongue." Joe fake gasped, pretending to be hurt bu Y|N insinuating she didn't enjoy their kiss.

Y|N blushed, rolling her eyes. "I do love your tongue Joe." She replied. "But that's not what I mean."

"Then I'm confused."

"You've never done something like that at school, Joe. That's what I'm trying to say." Y|N tried explaining, hoping Joe was catching on to what she was saying or trying to say.

"I've never had to." Joe replied, glancing over at his bestfriend. "I've never felt like someone was threatening me."

Y|N scoffed. "How was Colby threatening you? All he was doing was talking to me."

"I don't know." Joe mumbled. "It's just everybody at school knows you're mine but here comes some new kid and he's basically flirting with you." He added. "I just wanted him to know you're my girl."

"Really?"

"Really, Y|N." Joe quickly answered, unaware of the way Y|N thought he meant when he said she was his girl.

Joe did mean it when he said Y|N was his girl.

He won't even deny that he's got actual romantic feelings for her to anyone, other than Y|N herself.

But he didn't mean it as he plan to stop seeing his other flings.

After all him and Y|N had an understanding.

And him getting jealous didn't mean much right?

As long as Y|N kept her romances out of his sight and she stayed away from that new kid, this thing between him and his bestfriend was good.

•

Y|N smiled, while also side eying her bestfriend.

She wasn't stupid.

Which was why she knew Joe hadn't meant that she was his in a way she'd hoped he'd meant.

But that was fine.

Cause atleast now Y|N knew Joe had enough feelings for her that he would get jealous over her simply talking to a guy.

After all he wouldn't have gotten jealous over someone he just saw as a friend who he enjoyed having sex with from time to time...

Right?

One thing's for sure Y|N had more hope in this moment than she did last night when they were together.

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Okay, hear me out: Do you mind writing a NSFW alphabet about CM Punk? :P

CM PUNK NSFW ALPHABET I8+ NSFW content

NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

CM PUNK MASTERLIST

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is very loving and nurturing 

He will hold you close and tell you how much he loves you as he whispers sweet nothings as you fall asleep

Although Phil has a bit of a mean streak, intimacy is something he won’t take for granted with you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On him, his favourite part is his tattoos (which you agree)

He loves the way his painted canvas looks against your bare one

He loves the sight of his tattooed hands around your throat 

On you he adores everything 

He could never pick just one thing

He is obsessed with you, he worships your body like a god

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He is a dirty old man, he loves the sight of you covered in his seed

Whether it’s pouring out of you or dripping all over you, he loves it

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His little secret is how obsessed he is with you 

He completely obsessed with you, in an insane crazy way

Even before you started dating he would stalk you

Punk would kill with his bear hands if it meant he could have you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

With age comes experience, he is very experienced 

He has been with many many women in his age so he knows s thing or two

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary; he loves the intimacy it provides 

Cowgirl; he loves it when you ride him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious, almost a bit mean

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

When he wants to be Phil can be quite the romantic

Worshiping your body like a temple

Slowly making you come undone

He loves to take his time with you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Multiple times a day

He needs that release, mainly because he is always turned on around you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

dd/lg (heavy on this)

Daddy kink

Hair pulling 

Impact play 

BDSM

Breeding kink

Pregnancy kink

Bondage 

Biting 

Cock warming 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere he will take you anywhere he can 

Besides the privacy in your home or hotel, he loves water sex, the beach, the pool all of it

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything 

He gets turned on by anything 

Your sent, your smile, the way your fingers linger on his for a second too long

He’s embarrassed about the effect you have on him

He’s like a horney teenage boy around you

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Sharing, he’s a selfish man

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Although he gives he would rather receive 

He loves the sight of you underneath him gagging on his cock

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is hard and rough

Fucking you into obliviation 

He loves to turn your brain into mush 

He can be mean during sex but behind the tough guy act there is so much love behind it

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When he needs you he needs you

Although he is not the biggest fan of quickies they occur more often than you think

They will occur backstage before a match or when one of his co-workers gets a bit too friendly with you

Sometimes he might take you in the car if you misbehave 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Phil is a risky man, he likes to play games

However, he will always pass them by you first before trying something new

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I don’t see him lasting very long, typically before you

However, he can go several rounds in a row before getting tired

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a special collection just for you

Silk handcuffs, a variation of vibrators 

He loves to use them with you

Oh and don’t forget the collar (IYKYK)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

CM Punk is a big tease, he loves to mess with you all the time 

He will feel bad for it after but in the moment he loves it

He loves it when you beg him to go faster after purposely going painfully slow

Begging for your orgasm

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s quite loud

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

👀👀👀👀

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

6 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

So high, like a teenage boy

It’s not normal

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

He doesn’t fall asleep fast at all

He would probably watch you sleep tbh