Estaba pensando en hacer un violentometro dompenta porque todo shipp que se respeta tiene uno 🤞🤞
Igual no soy alguien que escriba capitulos largos pq la vdd me aburren y siempre me gusta llegar al punto, si alguien se quiere robar la idea y hacer wl suyo etiquetenme pq que rico dompenta tóxico mmm🤤🤤
PENTA TEASING DOM ABOUT HIS CHICKEN NUGGET OBSESSION
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I REALLY LIKED THIS REQUEST I also kinda intertwined it with another idea I had before since it works out OKAY OKAY. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT GULPS THIS IS MY FIRST FIC REQUEST EVER
CHICKEN NUGGETS - PENTADOM FIC
Also posted on ao3
SUMMARY: Dom is trying to grab a quick meal but is stopped and teased by Penta for his chicken nugget obsession
TAGS: One Shot, Short One Shot, Teasing, Dom burns his tongue, But it's okay Penta kisses it better
WORDS: 631
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Dom stood in front of the microwave, watching his food slowly turn. He just wanted to grab a snack and go, however every second seemed to last minutes. He watched the timer slowly tick down, paying no mind to anyone else who was nearby. Once the microwave finally beeped, he opened it and carefully took out a fresh hot container of chicken nuggets.
Dom grasped the container firmly in his hands as he left the room and made his way through the back area intending to retreat to The Judgement Day’s personal room and eat. He took long strides, not wanting his freshly heated meal to grow cold before he could make it back.
Most people paid him no mind, preoccupied with other things whether it be conversation or preparing for a match. He attempted to eat some of his food along the way, however he only managed small nibbles as the nuggets were still quite hot. As he walked, he caught the attention of a certain rival of his. Before he knew it, his journey had been impeded by an annoyingly familiar face.
“Chicken nuggets again?” Penta spoke, approaching Dom and standing in front of the taller man, stopping him from continuing further. He looked up at Dom with an amused expression, his head tilting a bit as he glanced down at the food then back up at him. Dom tensed slightly, his face growing slightly flushed at the comment.
“So what?” He replied, puffing his chest out. Penta laughed quietly, shaking his head. “It’s all you seem to eat.” He said, crossing his arms and straightening his posture. “Estás obsesionado” [you’re obsessed]. Dom huffed at the response, his weight shifting between his feet.
“Am not.” Dom replied, looking down at the masked man with annoyance. “What do you want anyways?” He asked, straightening his posture as well, attempting to feign confidence. Although, in truth, Penta’s remark did leave him rather embarrassed.
Penta snickered, “I came to see you, but I see you are busy already.” He answered, gesturing to Dom’s food. Dom scoffed, rolling his eyes at the response. He grabbed a nugget from the container before speaking up again. “Well, I’m here, what is it?” He asked, wanting the interaction to be over so he could eat in peace.
Just as Penta was about to answer Dom’s question, Dom had taken a bite out of the nugget which, at this point, he had completely forgotten was burning hot, promptly burning his tongue. He yelped, dropping the nugget back into the container. Penta shook his head, watching as Dom tried to recover.
“No seas tan apresurado,” [don’t be so hasty], Penta said, taking a step closer to Dom and gently grabbing him by the chin. Before he could even react, Penta placed a gentle kiss atop his burnt tongue, leaving Dom completely stunned. He slowly pulled his head back, looking up at Dom’s flushed face. “There, todo mejor ahora” [all better now].
Penta patted his shoulder while Dom remained in stunned silence. “I will come see you when you are not busy.” He said before promptly beginning to walk away. Dom turned to watch him walk off. “Yeah. Ok.” He called out quietly, fidgeting with his bottom lip. He honestly wasn’t sure if all of that just happened, not that he was opposed of course.
Dom ran a hand through his hair, staring off into the distance for a minute longer before turning around and continuing his walk to The Judgement Day’s room in silence. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get the thought of Penta and his lips on his tongue out of his mind. Surprisingly, the kiss did help with the pain; but Dom was now just left with his thoughts and wanting more.
SUMMARY: Dom tries to help Finn at ringside but is caught up in how good Penta looks in purple
TAGS: One Shot, Honestly not sure what else to tag this as oops
WORDS: 1433
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It was Monday Night Raw; Dom didn’t have a match, however, he was there to show his support for Finn who would be going up against Penta tonight. Although, a small part of him also just wanted to see Penta in action. For some reason, he couldn’t get the man out of his mind.
Dom and the rest of The Judgement Day went to their personal room, waiting around for the time of the match. Liv and Raquel were in the corner discussing something about a title shot, Finn and JD were playing games on the TV, and Dom was sitting on the couch, mindlessly zoned out.
He fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, lost in thought. He sat there, trying to find out why he just couldn’t stop thinking about Penta. He knew they were rivals and all, but that didn’t explain why he actively wanted to see him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Emotions were complicated, too complicated.
He hadn’t even realized that Finn was trying to get his attention. He snapped his head up, noticing him tapping his shoulder. “You good there lad?” Finn asked, looking down at Dom. Dom took a moment to respond, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Yeah, yeah.” He replied, looking up at Finn to meet his gaze. “Are we heading out there now?” Dom asked, standing up now.
“Just gonna get in my ring gear first, but you can wait outside. I’ll be out in a sec.” Finn responded, nodding his head towards the door. Dom nodded in response, watching as Finn collected his things to change. Dom stepped out of the room, wondering how long he was just sitting there zoned out for now.
He leaned against the wall, waiting for Finn to get out so they could head down to the ring. While he waited, he heard footsteps coming down the hall. When he turned his head to see who it was, he was greeted by the sight of Penta adorned in purple ring gear; Dom’s favorite color.
Dom swallowed as Penta locked eyes with him. The only thing Dom could think of was how good Penta looked right now. Penta approached him, standing just a few inches from him. Dom felt small under his gaze, his heart thumping as he looked the man up and down.
“No funny business out there, hermoso” [beautiful]. Penta said, nudging Dom’s shoulder. “I see you ringside, I’m sure.” He added, his gaze lingering on Dom for a few more moments before he continued to make his way to the ring. Dom just stared as he watched Penta, trying to process the encounter.
“Did he just call me beautiful?” Dom mumbled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly, the door to the Judgement Day’s room opened, startling Dom. He whipped around, seeing Finn now in his gear. “Woah, looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” Finn commented, patting his shoulder. “Come on.” He instructed, gesturing to Dom to follow. Dom shook his head, refocusing. “Yeah, coming.” He said, beginning to make his way to ringside with Finn.
Finn and Dom did their normal entrance, walking down to the ring with Finn’s theme playing in the back, standing on the ropes and facing the crowd. Dom stepped out of the ring and stood off to the side while Finn remained standing in the ring. The arena grew dimmer, red lights shined at the crowd; it was time for Penta to come out.
Penta’s music hit, and there he was. Dom stared at him, almost admiring the way he sauntered down to the ring, the way he interacted with the fans, the way he looked so good in purple.. Dom shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand; helping Finn win this match.
Penta made his way around the ring, slowly passing by Dom before heading up the metal steps into the ring. After a few more moments of his flashy entrance, the lights returned to normal. Finn and Penta faced each other, although Dom couldn’t help but notice Penta frequently glancing at him. He swallowed, not sure what the man could be thinking.
The bell rang and the match began. Dom watched closely, looking for any opportunities to help Finn out. Both parties were doing well in the match, both landing some nasty hits on each other. However, at one point during the match, Penta hit a Mexican Destroyer on Finn, attempting to pin him next to the ropes. While the ref wasn’t looking, Dom snuck up and put one of Finn's legs up on the bottom rope.
The ref stopped the count, pointing out how Finn was safe. Penta looked at Finn’s leg hooked on the bottom rope, then looked over at Dom with an intense gaze. Dom took a step back, feeling a little intimidated.
Penta slid out of the ring and approached Dom, grabbing the taller man by the chin and forcing him to stare into his eyes. Dom could just barely make out Penta muttering “Niño travieso” [naughty boy] under his breath. He swallowed hard, trying to find a way out of the situation.
Just then, he realized Finn was back up and on the top rope, eyeing down Penta. Dom managed to dodge to the side just as Finn jumped down. Penta was knocked into the announcement table alongside Finn. Dom stood and stared at both the men on the floor.
It was then the rest of The Judgement Day came out, causing the ref to become distracted. With this distraction, Dom managed to help Finn back into the ring. He signaled for the others to leave, allowing the ref to refocus. He began to count while Dom stared down at Penta. Just as the ref was about to count to 10, Penta suddenly got up, sliding back into the ring at the last second.
Dom ran his hands through his hair, growing more stressed the longer the match went on. The match wouldn’t last much longer however, as with one Penta Destroyer, Finn was pinned. The ref counted to three and Penta won the match.
Dom helped Finn out of the ring, looking up at Penta as he celebrated his victory. Seeing that Penta was able to pull through in such a tough and unfair situation, he was honestly pretty nervous to get on his bad side. Dom wasn’t so sure he wanted to deal with someone as strong as that, which only made their interaction during his earlier interference more nerve-wracking.
Finn began to walk backstage, although Dom lingered for a few more moments, taking in the sight of Penta celebrating. He wondered how someone could be so intimidating yet so captivating at the same time. He followed after Finn, not wanting to linger for too long.
Finn made his way back to The Judgement Day’s room, visibly upset. Dom sighed, feeling pretty bad for letting him down. Before he could enter the room as well, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Upon turning around, he saw Penta.
He froze, unsure of why he would be here right now. “Hey.. Penta.” Dom cleared his throat, shifting his weight. “Uh.. no hard feelings.. right?” He chuckled nervously. Penta sighed, placing his hands on his hips. “I let it slide this time,” Penta responded, waving his finger. “I still won.” He said, a small confident smile on his face. Dom let out a single, nervous laugh. “Yeah, you did.”
Dom gulped, looking back at the door in hopes no one was listening in on him. He wondered if he should speak what's been on his mind this whole time. “Uh, you look good tonight.” Dom said, trying to regain some semblance of his usual confidence. “Purple. Good color.”
Penta seemed amused by the comment, crossing his arms. “Are you trying to flatter me?” He asked, almost in disbelief at the compliment. “No no- uh. Don’t worry about it.” Dom replied, backing up towards the door to The Judgement Day’s room. “Hey, I see you next week, hermoso. Next time, you won’t be cheating.” Penta said, pointing at Dom.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say guapo” [handsome]. Dom replied, internally screaming at himself for being so forward. He quickly retreated inside the room, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud sigh. He quickly realized everyone was staring at him.
“Everything alright there?” Finn asked. “Yeah.” Dom replied, sitting down on the couch. As everyone resumed their activities, Dom sat in thought again.
“Damn.” Dom thought to himself, “I think I’m into him.”
I don't know when Domenta became so famous omg... I remember there was NOTHING about them, I hardly ever write fanfics and it was only because there was nothing about them that I started writing, I'm so happy there's more content about them now.
I'm thinking of writing about them again, although I don't think I'll do it until I finish the other two fanfics I have pending.
I love these two so much I managed to write a oneshot on them. (Also posted this on ao3!)
SUMMARY: Dom gets a nasty bruise after losing a match and Penta shows up to help him.
TAGS: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hand Kissing, One Shot, Maybe a little ooc? Idk this is my first time writing them
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Dominik whimpered quietly to himself as he pressed an icepack to a bruise on his cheekbone. He was backstage, just gotten out of a match. Judgement Day was banned from ringside and the distraction from them having to leave caused Dom to let his guard down and receive a nasty strike to the face. Not to mention he lost the match too.
He sat on top of some boxes, hunched over as he tried to position the ice pack in a way that didn’t hurt. His body felt sore, causing him to shift uncomfortably. The match replayed in his head over and over again. He felt hurt, embarrassed, and worst of all, The Judgement Day was nowhere to be seen; he was alone. A part of him figured that might be a good thing, not having to face anyone after the embarrassment. But another part of him yearned to be comforted by his loved ones.
Dom was lost in his thoughts, mindlessly fidgeting with his shirt before he heard some footsteps approaching him. His shoulders slumped as he looked up and realized it was his rival, Penta. He watched him closely, noticing how Penta seemed.. Oddly calm. He began to wonder what he was here for anyways, maybe to mock him or talk about how he’s going to beat him in their next match or something.
But instead, Penta just sat down next to Dom. Dominik’s brows furrowed as he grew a bit tense. He wasn’t sure what Penta was playing at here. Penta looked at him, Dom met his gaze as well.
“Nasty bruise you got there.” He pointed out, gesturing to the large injury plastered to Dom’s face. He groaned, shifting his weight. “Yeah.” He responded bluntly. “It’s not fair, I mean, The Judgement Day didn’t even do anything wrong, why’d they have to get sent back huh? I could’ve won that!” He added, adding in a lot of hand gestures as if to show his frustration.
“Amigo, they were trying to cheat.” Penta pointed out, though quickly ended that line of thought. He wasn’t here to try and make Dom more upset. He watched as Dom fumbled with the ice pack for a few moments before nudging him to get his attention.
“Dámelo” [give it to me] Penta instructed, gesturing for Dom to hand him the ice pack. “Why..?” Dom responded, seeming skeptical. Penta sighed. “Por el amor de dios, [for god’s sake] let me help you.” After another moment of awkwardly waiting, Dom sighed, giving in and handing Penta the ice pack. He’d take any comfort he could get at the moment. He’s just glad no one else was around to see him receiving it from his rival of all people.
The two shifted so that their bodies were properly facing each other. Penta gently pressed the ice pack to Dom’s bruise, earning a loud hiss from him in response. Penta was quick to lift his free hand and hold Dom’s cheek in a gentle manner. This threw Dom off-guard, though he was still desperate for comfort, so he allowed it.
“Shh, it’s alright.” Penta reassured, his thumb tenderly stroking Dom’s cheek. Dom swallowed, unsure on how to feel about the moment between them. He was under the impression that Penta didn’t like him very much, so he was unsure why he was even here helping him in the first place.
Penta pressed the ice pack against Dom’s cheek once again. Dom tensed, but allowed it. It felt better than when he was doing it on his own at the very least. Soon, the pain began to fade away. After a few more long moments like this, Penta put the ice pack aside, his hand lingering on Dom’s cheek for just a moment longer before it fell back to his side.
Dom shifted awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. “Thanks.” He finally mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Penta perked up slightly at the gesture, not expecting to hear any sort of gratitude from the younger male.
Penta cleared his throat, leaning back slightly. “Sí, of course.” He replied, now avoiding eye contact as well. The whole thing felt oddly intimate for people who were often at each other's necks. “Is there uh.. Anything else you need?” Penta asked, finally looking back at Dominik.
Dom froze for a moment as if caught in the middle of a thought. “No I uh- I’m fine.” He replied, still feeling a little awkward about the whole situation. But he also couldn’t help but enjoy the way Penta was treating him. He wanted the affection to continue, but he also didn’t want to show more vulnerability than he already had.
“Right then.” Penta hopped off the boxes, Dom watching him. “Hold on-” Dom piped up, hopping off the boxes as well. He looked down at Penta, swallowing as he contemplated his question. “Why did you help me?” He asked.
It was a simple question, but Penta took a few moments to respond. “I just didn’t want to leave you alone, all sad and all.” He responded, shifting his weight between his feet, his hands resting on his hips. Dom stared at him, trying to discern the honesty of the statement. “Why?” Dom asked, finding it hard to believe his rival of all people could care about him enough to check on him like this.
“What, you think just because I challenge you to matches I don’t care about you?” Penta replied, meeting Dom’s gaze as he looked up at him. “I look out for my opponents, so, if you ever need me..” He paused mid-scentence to take Dom’s hand and place a gentle kiss on the back of it. “..You let me know.” He said, leaving Dom completely stunned at this point.
Penta’s hand lingered on Dom’s for a few moments before he let go, walking past him and gently nudging his shoulder with his fist. “I see you next week, mi amor!” He added as he left. Dom stood there, stunned by the events that had just taken place. He had completely forgotten about his loss tonight at this point.
“¿Qué voy a hacer?” [What am I going to do?] Dom mumbled to himself, watching as Penta sauntered off, probably to go back to the locker room. He didn’t even realize Finn and the others coming up behind him.
“What you staring at there bud?” Finn spoke up, causing Dom to jump. He whipped around, seeing The Judgement Day standing there. “Uh, nothing.” He replied, turning to face them. “Let’s just get out of here.” He said, walking off with the others. But the memory of Penta comforting him replayed over and over in his head.
