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i am trying to lock tf in 🫰🧍♀️ i want to get so many things done but i am so slow at the moment i am sorry 💔
ummm here's a snippet of a wip for a request... it's gonna focus on aftercare with Steve.. but in his typical smug-bastard-kinda-way yay 💖 (aaaand featuring a creampie :3 😻♥️)
nsfw obviously... mdni
Reader calling Damian papi while he fucks her and he went from being soft and sweet to bending her over and fucking her rough please
THIS IS NOT WHAT I USUALLY WRITE ABOUT SO DON’T GET USED TO IT! I WANTED TO TRY, ANYWAY…
damian priest x reader
‼️smut, isn’t it obvious?
papi
“oh fuck…like that” you moaned into in his ear. his hands were roaming all over your body, from teasing your nipples to cupping your breast into his bigger hands. his tongue was licking and biting your clit, making your thighs shake.
“you like this hermosa?” he moaned into your pussy, intoxicated by your perfume.
“yes…fuck…” your legs started to shake around his head and even if he wanted to spend the rest of the night between your legs, his dick was hard as a rock and it was painfully twitching into his pants. he needed to feel you.
“i need you princesa…i want you to come around my dick” he whispered against your thighs before kissing them. you looked at him with teary eyes, too overstimulated from the pleasure he was giving you.
he moved slowly into you, making you feel every inch, letting you squeeze his cock nice and wet. he knew how to push your buttons and he immediately found the spot that made your legs shake and arch your back “right there, fuck” you moaned, maintaining eye contact, knowing that it would drive him crazy.
his left hand was back on teasing your nipples, squeezing and playing with them.
“fuck…” you whimpered.
“you like this?” he teased you, already knowing the answer.
“yes…fuck papi, keep going” you whispered.
you never called him papi. he knew you were too shy for that. that’s why he teased you, giving you pet names that he knew that would make you blush. you didn’t even remember calling him papi, you were too lost in the pleasure he was giving you to connect your brain but he heard it loud and clear and that turned on something inside of him.
“say it again…” he moaned, thrusting in you faster.
“what?” you asked, not knowing what he was referring too.
“call me papi again and i’ll bend you over like a fucking slut…”
you remembered.
you’ve never been too rough with damian and of course, he never been too rough with you. he knew you preferred things slow and sensual, and he loved it too. but now that you unleashed a secret side of him. you were curious to know another side of him, the dirtier and rough one.
“just like that…papi”
that was all he needed to turn you ass up in the air and face into the comfy pillows on your bed.
“let me know if it’s too much okay? you say stop and i’ll stop” he whispered into your ear, making sure you were okay and you wanted to continue.
“okay…papi” you smiled and that was all he needed to start thrusting into you faster and harder. you felt things you’ve never felt before and you couldn’t believe you’ve never tried that position before.
“you wanna act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one” he whispered into your ear forcing your head into the pillows. your knees were shaking and you were struggling to stay still but damian’s arms and body made sure to keep you from moving. his left hand went around your throat, lifting your head up and made you look at him in the eyes. your mascara was running low on your cheeks, your hair all messy but he swore you were the best vision ever.
his cock finding his strong and fast and rhythm inside of you, his lips biting and marking your back while his hands never left your throat.
he felt how much you were squeezing his dick and his other hand quickly found your clit to make you come harder. his middle finger went to rub slow circle on your bundle of nerves, his hand was torturing you slowly while his dick was breaking you from inside.
that was enough to make you come hard, squeezing his dick while you let yourself fall on the bed.
but damian had no intention to stop.
he was close but he wanted to make you come once again.
“turn around baby…” he whispered, helping you to face him once again. he took your left leg over his shoulder, that position hitting new spots inside of you.
“oh fuck fuck…dam…” you moaned “too much…” you said but you didn’t want him to stop, at all.
“give me another one please…” he marked your neck of with his lips.
and when he begged so nicely you couldn’t say no.
“what a pretty slut…” he whispered, while his hand was back on your neck, making you rolling your eyes into the back of your head. you’ve never felt like that.
“papi…” you moaned “harder please…” you really wanted him to break you. even damian was surprised with how much you could take but he happily complied.
he went slower but harder, his thumb back to your clit, already red and swollen.
this time you came together, you squeezing his dick and gripping his shoulders while he released into you, letting you feel his cum from your pussy to your thighs.
you needed more than a minute to catch your breath.
when you re-opened your eyes you saw damian’s back to normal.
“how are you mi amor?” he whispered while he softly kissed your neck where he left marks and bruises “are you okay?” he asked and you nodded “was i too rough? did i hurt you?” he started getting paranoid, mostly because this was the first time you’ve been this rough and he didn’t really know how much you could take.
“i’m okay baby…it was perfect” you smiled.
“i’m glad you liked it cause i can’t wait to show you some other moves that i can do…” he teased letting you lay in his arms.
“oh i can’t wait…papi…”
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I’M ashamed, i’ve never made something like this
Can you please write about reader dating drew and she was a wrestler in the past but she had to quit because something happened like she lost someone from her family or she lost a kid or she had a miscarriage…like something really bad happened and she felt so sad that she had to leave wrestling and one night during RAW cm punk uses that tragedy against drew and so drew attacked him and reader takes care of drew backstage please ❤️❤️❤️
drew mcintyre x reader
‼️this is ANGST, depression and miscarriage, blood, crying, cm punk being a dick (sorry ily), mention of nightmares and panic attacks, DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE PLEASE‼️
against the world
you were a good wrestler.
you started wrestling when you were a teen, wanting to make that passion your future job.
you were a magnificent wrestler. one of the best in the female faction.
you had been a divas champion for two years straight right after your debut, shocking everyone, shocking yourself too. you had won more matches than the ones you lost. you had been tag team champion multiple times. and, after the divas title was dismissed, you had been both smackdown and raw champion.
you were a beast.
everyone loved you. your colleagues, your family, your friends, your boss, your fans.
everyone saw the talent you had.
drew in particular.
you remember being paired up with him for a mixed tag team match and you immediately clicked. there was something in him that attracted you and there was this light in you that made him feel attracted by you.
it didn’t take long before he asked you on a date. one date became multiple dates, multiple dates became with you two officially dating and ended up with you two getting married and living together.
you were living a dream.
and when you found out that you were pregnant you were the happiest person in the world. you’ve always wanted to be a mom, you’ve always dreamed about a little baby running around the house.
so, when you announced that you would have leave for some time, you made a promise to the public and to the fans - i’ll be back stronger than ever.
but you couldn’t keep that promise.
you remember being seven months pregnant, everything was going fine. your baby boy - you found out it was a boy because drew couldn’t wait until the ninth month - was healthy and growing fast in your belly.
so you couldn’t really explain why one night you woke up and felt wet beneath your back. you remember calling for drew and when he turned on the light you saw the blood laying on the bed. you were trying not to panic but when you felt a strong pain in your belly, you felt something was definitely wrong.
drew went in alarm mode. you remember him picking you up and gently laying you in the backseat of his car while he kept whispering comforting words to you, trying to distract you from the pain. you remember him taking you to the hospital and screaming for a doctor while you laid half unconscious in his arms due to the amount of blood you lost.
but you will always remember waking up the next morning with drew by your side, his eyes red and puffy from crying, and you couldn’t really understand why until you felt it.
there was nothing in your belly. you felt no movements at all, you felt no pressure at all, just nothing at all. and when your eyes met his, you immediately understood.
you remember when drew immediately stood up and went to hug you when you started screaming for your baby. drew didn’t know what to do because there wasn’t much he could have done. he heard you crying and screaming, begging the doctors to let you see the baby, your baby.
and from that day everything changed.
the news about you losing the baby quickly went worldwide. someone at the hospital might have spread the rumour that somehow reached the media and from that day your life became constantly hell.
you kept receiving condolences, from your family and friends, from the fans, from the company but those messages of support only marked the loss you just had.
drew took time off.
because he was there and he saw how bad you were suffering from that. he lost a baby too but he was losing you.
you stopped eating, you stopped sleeping, you basically stopped living. everytime you tried to sleep, you would wake up followed by nightmares, or good dreams about the life you could have had. and those dreams were the worst. because you knew you couldn’t have it now.
every night drew would let you in his arms, holding you while you cried and then eventually he would help you fall asleep again.
you didn’t let anyone in. not your family, not your friends. your best friend rhea was worried sick about you. she kept constantly asking drew to keep him updated about your health. she wanted to be there for you but you wouldn’t let her in.
after a few months and after many therapy sessions, you started living a little more. you lost a lot of weight and you barely recognised yourself. you lost your muscles, you lost your youth.
so, small steps. you started eating a bit more, sleeping a little better and started taking care of your look again. you started talking a little more with your family and friends. everyone noticed that you weren’t the same person anymore and that the person everyone knew and loved probably wouldn’t come back. but you were trying your best and everyone noticed that too.
drew came back to work and you both agreed to be together in this. you followed him everywhere, everytime he had a show in a different city. mostly because he didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone and because you couldn’t trust yourself if left alone for a long period of time.
you told everyone that you weren’t ready to come back. you didn’t know if you had the strength to ever come back wrestling again.
but you were there and making small steps.
you were glad your husband came back to the place he loved. you saw his behaviour changing in positive again and you were happy for him. you weren’t healed but seeing your husband getting more confident each day made you happy.
however when the whole feud with cm punk started, you felt a little uneasy. you knew how he was and you never liked him. you got to work with him back then, before he got fired and even back then, you never liked him. he always made sure to get on everyone nerves, he always had something to say, something to lie about and you couldn’t stand him.
he didn’t care about the people he hurt, he just cared about having it in his way. and one night in particular made you sick to your stomach.
you were backstage with rhea and damian watching your husband segment against cm punk, right after his loss at summerslam. and punk was pissed, he knew he lost that night and he couldn’t get over it. so he started insulting and insulting drew, but knowing your husband you knew he wouldn’t care.
“oh so you’re the big man just because you won” punk screamed into the mic. your husband look remained unfazed, and that made you smile “cheating won’t get you anywhere mcintyre”
“punk, if you weren’t so obsessed with your ego you would have easily won that match…” he chuckled making the crowd laugh “but you had to mess it up, you hit rollins, you pissed him off and then you pissed me off…and that costed your victory” the crowd cheered.
your husband was testing punk, two hotheads in the same room were nothing but pure chaos.
drew chuckled when he heard the crowd cheering for him “you know, it’s your stubbornness that makes you lose and lose repeatedly, you ain’t nothing but scam” drew laughed “there’s nothing i can do if all you have in you is defeat…”
“i may lose my matches but one sure thing is that i’m not gonna lose my family, you see, i protect the people i love on contrary of someone who couldn’t even protect his baby” punk smirked. he went too far but he hadn’t realised that yet.
there was a moment of silence in the arena, fans waiting for drew to say something. he was speechless. for a second he thought - did i go too far with punk?
but when he saw punk smirking he knew there were no words to describe how he was feeling so he simply acted on gestures. he threw the mic right in his face, making the crowd scream from joy, and then he began his attack on punk.
“what kind of man are you dickhead?” he whispered to punk, making sure the cameras didn’t catch that.
in the meantime there were you, backstage, watching the whole thing on tv. rhea and damian sat on the couch next to you, no one dared to say a word. rhea never talked about what happened because you didn’t want to talk about it and she respected that. so in that moment, she didn’t know what to say.
the only thing in your mind was the thought of your baby.
you and drew made a promise - you wouldn’t talk about the baby. you wouldn’t even say the word “baby”. it brought back to many bad memories and you both tried to go on with your lives.
but now punk made all the progress you made worthless. because you were there, sitting on the couch, your eyes fixed on the tv but your mind was somewhere else. your mind was playing trick on you.
that little bundle of joy that you imagined walked into your heart, mind, soul and lives and no matter what he wouldn’t have left, but you tried to move on.
so why did he have to bring back all the bad things?
rhea and damian shared a look. both too scared to speak.
you wanted to be left alone but you knew that if you left your husband changing room, you would get stares and you didn’t want to go through that all over again.
“can you please leave?” you asked them. your eyes still on the tv, watching how referees tried to separate the two men fighting.
“sure…” rhea softly smiled. she didn’t wanna go, she didn’t wanna leave you there, alone with your mind but she knew that in that moment, anything she would have said would be nothing for you.
so they simply got up and left the room.
you waited until your husband was back into the backstage. no one dared to say anything to him. everyone knew that punk overstepped but what are you supposed to say to someone who lost a child?
drew’s mind was thinking of you.
he knew you were backstage and you were watching the whole show and he couldn’t imagine what you were feeling. your own pain used against you.
who would do something like that?
when he saw you sitting there, still watching the show as it went on, with tears in your eyes, his heart broke. he saw the progress you made and he couldn’t be more proud than that.
but now he knew what you mind was thinking and he wished he could take all of your pain away.
“love?” he softly called you. when your eyes met you couldn’t help but let the tears fall down “hey…it’s okay” he didn’t care if he was sweaty or dirty, he needed to hold you and to let you know that everything was okay “come here love” he said wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry in his chest.
he knew what you were feeling because he felt it too.
“why did he do that?” your broken voice asked him “why…why he brought my baby into this?”
drew didn’t have an answer.
“i don’t know love…i don’t know…but it’s okay love, remember? it’s me and you against the world…” he softly whispered.
“it’s not okay drew…sometimes i feel like i failed…i feel like i failed as a mother because i was supposed to protect him, i feel like i failed as a wrestler because everyone has been waiting my return, i feel like i failed as a friend because i have been neglecting them and i feel like i failed as a wife because i’ve been neglecting you…i know you suffered from this loss as much as i did and for all this time you’ve been taking care of me and i feel like…i feel like i failed you drew…”
drew felt like someone just ripped his heart from his chest and threw it away. he couldn’t believe what you just said, he couldn’t believe you’ve been keeping this inside for months.
“hey love, look at me…” he lifted your chin up “i promise you that you haven’t failed me, don’t ever say something like that again okay? because i know how much it hurts, and i know how you suffered from this…baby i promise you that you haven’t failed anyone, i’m so proud of you for letting this things out, and i’m so proud of you for taking small steps every single day, it shows that you are still here…and i couldn’t be prouder than you” he wiped your tears away “i want you to know that everyone is here for you, everyone loves you here and everyone stands by your side…punk will face consequences for his actions and that’s a promise…”
“sometimes i imagine him, i wonder what he would look like…if he had your eyes or mine, if he had your little dimples or if he had my hair…i wonder if in the future he wanted to be a wrestler or a doctor…my life is constantly made of what ifs and i can’t live like this anymore drew…” your voice broke on the last part
drew was glad that you were letting everything out - he knew how much you struggled during therapy, feeling like the doctor couldn’t understand your pain because she hadn’t been there in your position, but at the same time it wished you didn’t hide those feelings from him because he wanted to help you heal.
“i know baby… sometimes i imagine him too because in my mind he has your eyes, and i like to think about having a mini you running down the house… and i know he would’ve loved you more because he would’ve been a mama’s boy” his last sentence made you chuckle “ but love we can’t live like this…we can’t live of what ifs…i know it hurts and probably it will never stop hurting but we have to move on” drew felt a hole in his chest because he didn’t want to move on, but he knew it was for the best.
“i know…” you whispered.
“what do you think if we go back to the hotel and we sleep the night away and then, in the morning when we are more awake we start talking about our future and how we wanna handle all of this?” you knew he was right. after what happened you didn’t make any more plans for the future, you’ve been stuck living in the past that you didn’t think about your future.
“sounds good…but please let me take care of your hands first, you are bleeding…” he laughed when you said that, loving the caring and gentle side of you, he let you take an emergency kit and clean his wounds.
he softly looked at you, admiring with such love and affection, that he knew you were the right person for him.
imagine being jey uso girlfriend and finding out you’re pregnant, how would he react?
this is so cute!
are you pregnant?
you’ve been sick for over a week but you couldn’t understand what was wrong with you. it started as a simple stomach ache but from day to day it got worse, especially in the morning.
you woke up nauseous and even if you were hungry you couldn’t eat anything, even the smell of food made you sick.
one morning you texted your best friend telling her that you had to cancel breakfast with her because you kept feeling sick. of course she understood but something started growing inside of her mind and that’s how you found yourself being stuck in your home with your best friend at 9 am.
“i got something for you” she said making her self comfortable on the couch. you were lucky jey was training otherwise he would have scolded her for the lack of good manners.
“what did you get?” you asked her before she handed you the package.
“open and you’ll see” she smiled.
you were speechless when you saw the pregnancy test in the little box.
“why did you get me a pregnancy test?”
“because i’m pretty sure you’re pregnant…the morning sickness, the nausea? c’mon, connect the dots, plus you told me your period is late this month…” she said and everything that came out from her mouth started making sense.
“oh fuck…”
“okay before you panic you better take the test…go girl, i’ll be waiting for you!” she gave you a warm smile before you went to the bathroom.
you did everything you had to in order to take the test and now you waiting, sat on the cold marble floor of your bathroom.
positive
you were fucked.
your best friend knocked on your door when she saw you wouldn’t come out.
“honey? are you okay?” she asked a bit worried.
“can you come in please?”
when she saw you sat on the floor she immediately joined you, probably knowing the answer to the test.
“how am i going to tell jey?” you asked her “we’ve never talked about kids…i’m not even sure if he wants to have kids, you know with everything that’s going on with his work” you started panicking.
“just tell him in the most rational way, like two adults. no surprises and no video for tiktok” she joked “but seriously, just be you…”
“okay…”
“and whatever happens you know i’ll always be here for you” your best friend said. you thanked her and walked her to the door. it was only you and your thoughts now.
you were impatiently waiting for jey to come back home from training and after lunch time he came back home.
“hey babe” he greeted you with his big smile and wrapped you in a big hug.
“hi…” you smiled but he immediately knew something was off.
“is everything okay love?” he asked.
“can we talk?” you asked without answering his question.
“sure…” he got worried, you never acted like this.
once you were both on the couch you weren’t sure how you were going to tell him that you were pregnant.
“okay so…there’s something i need to tell you but i don’t know how you’re going to react so…” you started saying.
“baby are you okay? are you hurt? did something happened?” he immediately got worried.
“i’m not hurt i promise but something definitely happened…jey give me your hands” you said and brought his hands into your smaller ones “there’s a thing…we’ve never really talked about it but it happened” you whispered the last part while his eyes were focused on your face “i’m pregnant” you said, the bomb was out.
“you - what?” he was shocked.
“i’m pregnant jey…”
“this means? it’s mine right? i mean of course it is but - we’re having a baby?” he was thrilled. you thought he was going to be mad or something because in this past year of relationship you’ve never discussed on starting a family so his reaction surprised you.
“yes baby, we’re gonna be parents…” your eyes full of tears of joy when you saw his face. he was crying and looking at your belly, already thinking about the life inside of you.
“i can’t believe we’re gonna be parents, this is the best thing ever” he said touching your belly “i know you’re the size of a popcorn right now but i want you to know that you’re already so loved, mom and dad can’t wait to meet you love” he talked to your belly and that made you cry harder.
of course your baby was going to be loved, jey was the best man you could have by your side and now thinking about the fact that he was going to be the father of your baby made you feel complete, you had the perfect man to grow a family with.
Im so much happy for rhea about the engagement, but can you please make reader x rhea where they had a thing going on like rhea flirting with reader and stuff and so reader wanted to tell rhea about how she feels for her but rhea tells her about the engagement? i need to cry again please
i’m so happy for rhea and buddy, like really really happy so i tried to made justice to the request even tho i don’t know how angsty this could be, sorry :()
rhea ripley x reader
you said you loved me
rhea said she loved you so many times you’ve lost count. when you helped her training. when you helped her getting new clothes - knowing how much she hated shopping. when you agreed to watch horror movies with her because no one else would. she always ended up her phrases with “thank you so much, i love you!”
you knew she meant it in a friendly way. you always knew she wasn’t really in love with you but somehow, in the back of your mind, you always hoped that one day she would confess her love for you.
the constant flirting at work. they way she would hug you before her matches and the way she would keep you close to her body.
she was home.
she made you feel safe.
the hotel rooms you shared everytime you were touring. she was the one who wanted to be in the same room with you, sometimes you even shared the same bed, and she didn’t mind when, in the morning, she would find you sleeping on her chest.
the sleepless nights you spent talking about your past, sharing your memories and your fears and trusting one another with your deepest secrets.
you thought it meant something.
but you knew she was dating someone, a friend.
and you really hoped she wasn’t really in love with him. you couldn’t stop thinking about how she would touch you everytime you were training, how she would slap your ass everytime you walked by, how she would scare every girl or guy that came too close to you.
you thought she was in love or that, at least, she would feel something for you.
she kept giving you signals and you couldn’t really decipher them.
the way she would cuddle you every time you shared the same hotel room, the way she didn’t even care if you saw her naked, almost as if she loved seeing you all flustered.
but her flirting tired you out, you needed more than words, you needed a proof that she really loved you.
and when she texted you, asking you if she could come to your place because she had something important to tell you, you really hoped that she was going to confess.
you wore your best outfit, your favorite jeans and t-shirt, you wanted to look cute and nice for her, you were 100% sure she was going to confess and you couldn’t even hide your smile anymore.
“hey rhea” you hugged her and he hugged you back. her hands went to slap your ass, something that she always did everytime she greeted you, and before taking a seat on your couch, she kissed your cheek.
“hey babygirl, how are you?” she asked you once you were sat on the couch. the tone of her voice was different, she sounded happier.
“oh good…how are you?”
“good! absolutely amazing” she almost screamed. she was way too happy for someone who was going to confess. that was the moment you realised that she wasn’t going to confess and that if you didn’t take the chance, you wouldn’t get a second chance.
“rhea i have to tell you something…” you whispered.
“yes me too!”
you were too focused on her face, on the way she was acting that you didn’t see the ring shining on her finger.
“you go first y/n” she said.
“you look like someone who is going to explode, you go first rhea” you laughed and she agreed.
“look!”
that was the moment you knew everything was over.
she was flexing her ring. her engagement ring. in front of your face “he proposed” she said smiling, her eyes couldn’t stay away from the shining ring.
“oh - oh i’m so happy for you” you tried to but your best smile on but you couldn’t, not when the woman you’ve been in love for the past years was going to marry someone else.
“you don’t seem happy…”
“i’m just shocked” you said “i’m so happy for you rhea! you’re getting married!” you hugged her, pretending you were really happy for her.
“oh trust me. i was shocked too…but he proposed” she said smiling.
“i’m really happy for you guys…” you smiled “i’ll congratulate with him next time i see him”
“i think he’s been planning this for over two months now” she laughed “anyway…what were you going to tell me?” she asked you.
oh, that…
“nothing, nevermind…it’s not important” you smiled at her.
she went on talking about how she wanted her wedding to be, what she wanted to wear, where she wanted to get married - probably the beach - how she wanted everyone to dress black, you included, because she told you that she needed you to be her maid, she wanted you to be her maid and she couldn’t wait for you to organise everything.
“i’ll be honoured…” you smiled, faking it.
and when she left was the moment you let all your tears fall. you didn’t care if your make up was ruined now, all you wanted to do was cry yourself to sleep.
but the following days at work were worse. you tried to avoid her, knowing that the pain in your heart was too big and seeing her it would only hurt you more. so you skipped training with her, and instead you trained with becky, texting rhea that you needed to help becky with some moves.
she didn’t mind it at first.
but she quickly realised something was wrong when you ditched her for the fourth time in the same week. so she interrupted your training with becky and shayna and asked you if you could talk in private.
becky and shayna knew something was wrong, you and rhea were like glue and seeing you staying away from her made her suspect something. they thought it was about the wedding but they never said it out loud.
“care to tell what’s going on y/n?” rhea asked you once you were both somewhere private.
“nothing’s going on…i’ve just been training more…”
“yes i saw that! you could have trained with me…i’ve never seen you training with shayna” she said.
“we’ve been training together for the past two months…you were just too focused with something else i guess…” you said.
“what? y/n…you’ve been ignoring me from the day i told you about the wedding…is that what’s bothering you?” she asked a little concerned.
“no…”
“really?”
“fine. yes. okay? are you happy now?” you almost screamed.
“but why? don’t you want to be my maid…” she thought.
“it’s not about that rhea! you don’t get it, do you?” you didn’t have anything else to lose.
“about what?”
“i’ve been in love with you from the day we met! rhea…how could you have been so blind?” you started to tear up but you were quick and you dried your tears away.
“w-what? how could i have - i had no idea…but you knew i was dating someone y/n…” she said almost defending herself.
“i knew that! but what about all the signals you gave me rhea? i really thought they meant something but apparently i was wrong” you told her.
“okay hold on, don’t blame me!” she got a little too defensive.
“no? what about all the times you let me sleep in your bed everytime we were sharing hotels, even though i had my own bed? what about you cuddling me in a non very friendly way? about you touching me everytime we were training? uh? about you let me see you naked? about you walking naked in our hotel room? about you wanting to ‘take care’ of me everytime i had a rough match?” you couldn’t keep it inside anymore.
“i had no idea…” she started talking but you stopped her.
“rhea! do you think i’m stupid? i know you did all those things on purpose…i’m just asking myself why?” you asked her.
“i really had no idea you felt like i was flirting with you…i was just being friendly and comfortable around you y/n” she defended herself.
“i don’t go out there touching my friends butts rhea!” you were losing your patience. you knew you shouldn’t be mad but you couldn’t help it.
“you never said anything…i never thought it was making you uncomfortable…” she said.
“i wasn’t uncomfortable, i was just very confused about you acting like that with me, but now i know it didn’t matter to you”
“i’m sorry if i made you think that i was in love with you…i never meant to hurt you, you’re my best friend and” she said but you scoffed and laughed away “i don’t understand why you’re so mad with me, it’s not my fault i love someone else y/n…”
“you said you loved me rhea…” you couldn’t even look at her “you said you loved me so many times, but you never really meant it, did you ?” the look on her face was enough to tell you what you didn’t want to hear it “i’ll see you in the ring ripley” you said, turning back and walking in the other direction, far away from her.
Dean Ambrose - I’m Here.
Dean Ambrose - Prompt #16: “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”
- Warnings - Swearing, Angst, Fluff
Word Count - 1,477 words.
Requested by: @myfakelife121
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April 2nd had arrived and you had walked into the Camping World Stadium with a pep in your step eagerly anticipating the happiest day of your life. The day you’d been working for since you were 16; the very moment you can stand in the centre of that ring and hold that belt in the air knowing you are ultimately at the top of the mountain. The only thing that stood in your way... ‘The Queen’ and her unbroken pay-per-view streak. Simple you’d think; but she hadn’t maintained these wins for no reason- heck she's a hard beat but all that it came down to was sole passion. Something you pride yourself on gaining over the long haul.
You were simply waiting nervously in the Gorilla area, the only form of comfort was your best friend, Dean Ambrose to confide in. Yeah... not like he was the best person for advice in the world. You two had been best friends for what seemed like a lifetime right from FCW to your current position today and it didn’t seem to be wavering; even if you’re on separate brands.
“C’mon kiddo, you’ll do fine. Just do what you do and you’ll come back with that title.” Dean was right in the middle of soothing you with the overall aim of stopping the nervous wreck you were evidently becoming at the present moment, when a company member practically took a hundred metre sprint towards you. The few words he muttered, well they instantly eradicated any remotely special feelings about the so-called ‘best day of your life’. “Creative team have changed their minds. Charlotte will retain tonight and you’re going to have to tap to the figure eight. Sorry.” Your mood almost visibly dropped. Guess there was nothing to fear at this point right? Maybe it was your intense stare, or the fist-clenched figure beside you but whatever it was... caused that runner to dart away before your words could even fight back.
“Y/N... I -” Dean tried to form a sentence to help the clear pain that was mentally inflicted on you; nothing would work though... nothing could. At least he tried but you just shook your head, hopping off the crate in a split second. A lone tear rolled down the side of your cheek, threatening to ruin the glam which was made special for the moment you would cherish for the rest of your life, however this was soon wiped as JoJo called your name and your entrance music hit. The time had finally come... the time to take a step into that newly meaningless ring...
15 minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it was but those mere few minutes were the longest you’d ever experienced... You had to let all you worked for just walk away, the long hours in the gym, the injuries, the heartwarming sensation felt when the crowds call your name... Was it really all worth it if this is how it ends. Those feelings didn’t leave you at any moment during the entirety of the match; weighing down on you every step you tried to take. Your mind just wasn’t in it solely focused on the outcome of this match which would not only devastate you, but what seemed to be the crowd as well.
We fought. I battled. But I couldn’t win.
The roars of the audience were muffled as a soul destroying big boot knocked you to your knees. And to your senses at that. You aimed to reverse, throwing punches left, right and centre- I mean the least you could do was put on a show. Then it happened; all in a split second. Blink and you would have missed it sort of thing. Charlotte threw your body backwards into a roll up pin, countering it at the last moment into her signature... it was time.
The bell rang, louder than normal it seemed but it was nothing compared to the mass of gasps and boos echoing the arena. The plain sight of Charlotte walking up the ramp, holding that belt high above her crown was enough to make you sick to your stomach. A lump almost immediately loomed in the back of your neck and a stream of tears threatened to spill out of your now blurry orbs.
You made you way back up the ramp, exiting through the curtain in an ever so slightly angered manner. Of course, your best friend was still there; eagerly waiting for you to just return and say everything would just be okay. It wasn’t though. It was easy to hide your emotions; to shield them behind a false attitude but in the face of others, that was borderline impossible. Warm tears began to flow in rapid streams, dropping to the floor as they rolled off your chin.
“Hey, hey stop” Dean began, rushing to your side to tug you closer towards his herculean build. Your sobs now became more rapid, soaking pools into his soft black t-shirt.
“I can’t do it anymore! All of this.” You whimpered, raking your fingers through your neatly curled hair. “I can’t seem to do anything right. Literally I’m on the verge of just leaving, they clearly don’t care for me. I’m put in meaningless matches week in and out and when I finally get my Wrestlemania moment they take it away from me. This isn’t even the first time; it happened before with my title shot against Nikki!”
Your temper grew, turning those tears of sadness into utter rage. “Look I know it seems like that but you know that’s not true. Don’t just give up all you worked for Y/N.” Dean reassured you, placing a tight grip on both of your shoulders. In a way he was right but being screwed over time and time again was never in the contract I signed up for.
“You know what? Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now, because I can’t find one.” You faced away from him, smacking the palm of your hand against the crate that you not long before perched on, cherishing the moment that you would look back on in a lifetime to come. “Ugh.”
Unexpectedly a tight grasp tightened around your wrist, pulling you away from your fit of anger. You were suddenly really close to Dean’s chest, enough so that his scent filled your nostrils and close enough for you to see the discomfort in his eyes. “I love you.”
Who knew three words could make such an impact on a person. Dean was clearly holding onto some form of hope; his eyes were puffy and from where you were standing, you could almost hear his heart rapidly beating in his chest. “Er- I didn’t mean to say that- aloud.” He stammered, tripping on his the majority of the words he was trying so hard to contain.
A whirlwind of emotions all seemed to crash into you at once. “Dean. Dean please.” You pleaded seeing his plain aggravation as his figure twisted away from your smaller one. “Did... did you really mean that?”
“Of course I did! Y/N we’ve known each other for so fucking long and I dunno, I guess it’s always been there, you know? You and Me. Look I know I just threw this onto you and damn I really wish I hadn’t but it's out there now.” His falters just turned into rambles and he began to search for an explanation for his out of the ordinary actions. That and your reaction... “And I’m really fine if you don’t feel the same y-”
You had to give in to your emotions and just let whatever was next to happen happen. The sudden heat of the moment all felt so right, so you did it. You kissed Dean Ambrose. You lips both locked in a heated connection and at this point, you never wanted to let go. “I love you too Ambrose. I swear I do.” You found energy for the words, muttering between every breath for air. The kiss continued, becoming more and more intense by the second, I mean it wasn’t hard to deny you didn’t find him attractive before- like just look at him. You bit his lip, letting out a fraction of a giggle as his lips traced to your neck, nipping at your skin. before you broke away and playfully slapped his chest. “I swear Ambrose, I am not waking up with a hickey... Wouldn’t mind waking up with you though.” You gave a final wink, prancing back to your dressing room to get ready for this long-winded day to finally come to an end.
Some would say this day was a disaster waiting to happen, would’ve about a half an hour ago. That all came to an end however when one man made a day of misery transform to a day certainly to remember.
A/N - More Dean love for everyone! I actually really loved writing this slightly angsty but fluffy as hell fic! Hope you all enjoyed reading!xo ~ Nikkii
Also just like to add that I am aware Charlotte’s streak has been broken by Bayley! Just to avoid any confusion as the imagine is if this never happened :).
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Roman Reigns - What Did I Just Witness...
Roman Reigns - Prompt #24 and #86: “Are you drunk?” and “Why are you walking around naked?”
- Warnings - Swearing, Sexual References.
Word Count - 1,666 words.
Requested by: Anon.
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“Woo!” You and several of your other girlfriends screamed as the last of the twelve men shut the door to your hired Las Vegas Mansion, leaving you all to get along with your huge girly night in. Most of the girls in the group had continuously bugged you about why you weren’t going on some wild night out to enjoy the nightlife of Vegas- your answer of ‘I don’t want to some big ass hangover on my wedding day’ was a simple yet effective way in shutting them up. One weekend in Vegas was all you had with the hectic schedule Roman and you were confined to therefore you had to make the most of what you had. Of course, Bachelor and Bachelorette parties on the Saturday and your Wedding Day on the Sunday. Yeah, not the smartest idea in the whole world... The day was all set to be perfect; what your dreams were made of, the picture you imagined at the age of five. The single greatest day of your life. A loud shrill of one of your bestfriends however broke you out of your small daydream.
“It’s time to partayyy” Nikki screamed whilst popping the first of what seemed to be endless bottles of champagne. You solely giggled at her as she began to haphazardly pour glasses for everyone, all except the very pregnant Brie who remained rolling her eyes at her clearly overly-eager twin.
“It’s hardly even a party,” you chimed in. “More like a bunch of girls wearing face masks, getting absolutely pissed out of their minds whilst watching some random ass shows on the television.” Your small remark caused a flurry of cackles to erupt from the women scattered around the lavish living area.
“Hey, it’s a celebration and a celebration means a party you bitch.” Renee practically screeched in your ear as she began hugging you, ultimately causing both of your bodies to topple over and land lying tightly against each other. Yeah... basically spooning... You shook your head and plainly laughed at the already slightly tipsy blonde as all the other girls nodded and hummed in agreement of Renee’s previous statement.
~ Later On ~
Somehow still after two whole hours, you were sprawled on the sofa in the ever-so-slightly peculiar position with your friend. Face masks were done, alcohol had been consumed by almost everyone- maybe a little too much and at this point it was clear to see everyone was just waiting for their ‘men’ to return from whatever adventures they decided to embark on. God only knows what time they’d be back though. “Alright let’s talk about some girly things,” Naomi muttered, breaking the silence that had formed in the room. An instant sense of fear rushed over you- I mean who wouldn’t be a little scared, they were bound to come up with the most awkward or ridiculous questions going.
“I’ll start!” Nattie pretty much begged, leaving you with basically no choice but to nod in agreement. “So Y/N... How are you feeling, like you’re getting married tomorrow!?” It all seemed so crazy. Yours and Roman’s relationship never truly was a secret, news spread 3 years ago exactly a week after you’d been on your first official date. Everything just seemed so right with him so why would you have kept it as any form of secret? He just knew you and you knew him... it was almost as if he was a part of you; to the point where if he left you wouldn’t know how to cope. It was as if commitment was an easy thing to agree to; but only with him.
Questions continued to flow around a circle from the 3 seated on the other sofa to the others who were left on the floor. “Alright, so Y/N, have you talked about kids with Roman?” Lana questioned, shifting her body on the immaculate flooring to be rested on her elbows.
“Erm, I mean yeah we’ve discussed it and we both do want kids but like I just don’t want to really stop work you know.” That was a tricky situation in itself to even remotely talk about. Yeah, you wanted kids and yeah it’d be incredible with Roman but just the simple thought of potentially stopping your dream career was heartbreaking. Of course, it’d happen eventually, just not anytime soon.
The spiral of questions soon reached the final person, Renee. “Well the real question is... how’s he in bed?” You instantly felt your cheeks flush a bright crimson and a smirk etched its way onto your face. “Awh well that just means he’s great then.” Renee responded to your visible answer through the form of complete embarrassment.
A mass of ‘awhs’ arose during the crowd before a sharp click virtually silenced them. Your body immediately shot up as seeing your soon-to-be husband enter through the door, a small velvet box cupped in his hands. “Hey babygirl.” He mumbled bringing you into a tight embrace as you rushed towards him. “I have something for you. I’ve been told every bride should have something old, new, borrowed and blue and since you already have the new dress, the old hair-piece and Nikki’s white Louboutins, I decided to get you this. He gently opened the tiny box, revealing a perfect pair of blue diamond earrings which instantly left you gushing in pure astonishment.
“Oh my god Roman. I seriously can’t believe you, these must have cost a fortune!” You babbled on, tugging your long hair into a loosely knotted bun.
“Don’t worry about that babygirl. Tomorrow’s our day.” Romans voice always soothed you, whether it’d be before you fell asleep or after a stressful day at work. He always seemed to have that trick up his sleeve; that way of making everything feel as though it was going to be okay- well, more than that... perfect. His fingers intertwined with the fallen strands of hair framing your face before he delicately placed his soft lips against yours. It wasn’t long before the rest of the guys entered the house, greeting their other halves. “Okay Y/N I’m going to head to bed before I literally pass out.”
“Alright we are going in like 5 minutes but I’m gonna stay the night in Renee’s room since I figured we shouldn’t see each other tomorrow, you know superstition and all that...so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow handsome. Night babe.” You explained releasing your arms from his extremely attractive, toned biceps to watch him walk away. All the guys seemed to have the same idea, heading towards the barrage of different bedrooms in the distant corridor. “Erm Dean your bedroom should be the second on the left. Everyone else knows where they are.”
You slumped back onto the sofa to continue your conversations with the girls for a little longer. The conversations were solely supposed to last five minutes; those 5 minutes soon turned into 10. “He’s just really sweet and gentle you know.” You answered to Maryse’s prior question, not realizing the immediate switch in Tamina’s facial expressions.
“My god, my eyes hurt. I’m not supposed to be seeing this.” She blurted out, shielding her eyes with the palms of her hands. What the hell was going on!?
“Gurl... you’re so getting it good.” Naomi’s words directed towards you. Utter confusion was the only thing on your mind right now. Your back was faced away from whatever had caused this mixture of reactions wherein all the rest of the group were gasping in shock as well.
You sat up in a fast pace, head already pounding to turn to witness that... it. “Roman what the actual fuck!? Why are you walking around naked?” There he was stood... your future husband. No towel, no boxers, nothing... just bare. “Are you drunk? There has to be some reason at least for this.”
“No! I swear I am not drunk, it’s just he was there and we were spooning and-” His words were cut off not only due to the eruptions of laughter filling the atmosphere but the urgent ‘what!?’ that rolled off your tongue.
Soon after the faint sound of footsteps could be distinguished, getting louder every second until another lean build came into view. “Ah shit.” Dean’s raspy voice muttered as he then realized everyone staring his direction. “Well, this is awkward.”
“Renee... can you please explain to me why both of our men are standing in front of everyone butt naked? Cos’ I can’t.” You questioned turning to your friend, your tone becoming more and more sarcastic by the minute as you desperately tried to seek an answer to this.
“Look Y/N, I was just lying there minding my own business, doing my sleeping and then I feel someone get into bed so obviously I’m like oh that’s you. So then I start spooning this person, naked might I add and then realised. Why the hell are you so bloody hairy... So I ran out thinking you guys would stick to your word and be gone but here I am. Naked.” It was hard to even take this partially seriously, like come on; Roman and Dean. You tried to keep it cool but it was just way too difficult at this point and you couldn’t contain the fit of laughter forming inside of you. It was even hard to find breath in between the on-going giggles leaving your mouth- it was borderline impossible!
It seemed like that with the other girls as well, it was just surprising how none of the other guys woke up. I guess they were pretty drunk then... That’s surely the only reason they weren’t able to hear the roars of eleven high-pitched giggles. Well, what would have been twelve, however it didn’t seem as though Tamina was enjoying this whole situation... at all. “Okay you know what, all of you guys can’t stop fucking laughing so Roman can you go and put some clothes on before my eyes literally burn.”
A/N - Okay it’s finally done after having to restart the whole thing -.- Anyways who doesn’t love a little bit of Roman so I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I do! xo ~ Nikkii.
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Randy Orton - Should’ve Listened
Randy Orton - Prompt #33 and #69: “Bite me.” “If you insist” and “You have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you.
Requested for - Anon
Warnings - Swearing, Implied smut (idk)
Word Count - 996 words.
Another successful Smackdown live pay-per-view in the bag! A huge win for you and your bestfriend Nikki Bella in a tag match against Natalya and Carmella was the icing on the cake and now it was time for the celebrations to begin.
A local bar had been hired out and everyone’s drinks pre-paid for by the big boss himself and it was safe to say that everyone; even the most sensible of superstars were totally wasted and you (normally one of the sensible ‘mothers’) found yourself talking to one of the guys you hated most out of the whole roster; Randy Orton.
In fact, you weren’t just talking to him - you were blatantly flirting with him and the sober part of you was still trying to listen to the angel on your shoulder (and you really knew you should be)- the side of your conscience that was still aware of who you were becoming involved with, the side that was screaming at you to go and find Nikki and John or even Naomi. But in your alcohol induced haze he was captivating you and your devil was winning. Everything about this man you usually despised was so intriguing and he was captivating your thoughts and damn he was putting your mind in the gutter - but did you really care right now?
Muscles straining against a tight white button up, those muscular thighs framed perfectly in a pair of tight fitting jeans, you could feel yourself gawking at him as he aimlessly rambled on about something you frankly didn’t care about. But you could see the staring being reciprocated clear as day as his blue eyes gazed upon your cleavage perfectly framed in a fitting maroon dress (that Nikki and basically forced you to wear)
A giggle bubbled from your lips as you caught him staring, you went to move off of your bar stool but almost toppled over partly as a result of the alcohol and partly due to your stupid heels (that surprise, surprise Nikki made you wear) . Randy caught your arm and with a smirk ‘accidentally’ brushed pulled your smaller frame against his in order to support you - although even he stumbled in his worse for wear state.
“I think I should get you home” he mumbled into your ear spinning you around looping your arm through his. You nodded dizzily and giggled as you two stumbled to the bar exit - some part of you still looking around to make sure no one saw you and him leaving and to be honest, at this point you didn’t care that he was the most arrogant and self-conceited man on the whole roster. You were getting laid - and after months of no action it was a completely feasible idea to your drunken mind.
Soft moans escaped your lips as he threw you onto the somewhat uncomfortable mattress in your seedy hotel room, but the idea of no luxury was quickly dispersing from your brain and being replaced with pure bliss as Randy worked magic all over your body. Every nerve tingling at his very touch, you could tell he was teasing you, with painstakingly slow and light movements. He chuckled at your absentminded whines and whimpers before you really caught his attention.
“Bite me” you growled at him placing a harsh kiss on his lips, you received an even more animalistic growl back from Randy before he gave you a wink.
“If you insist” he murmured before attacking your neck - and if you were honest the rest of the night was just one pleasurable blur; one that almost certainly kept everyone awake.
You grabbed your phone of the bedside table, you head spinning and that unpleasant sick and hungover feeling washed over your body - along with some sort of muscle ache. You groaned aloud looking at the time 8:45 - far too early. You dropped your phone back down and rolled over only to be met with the warm presence of a body and a large tattooed arm slung over your waist and that’s when everything from last night came rushing back. As you continued to mull over what had happened the ultimate worst finally set in, you slapped your hand against your face in disgust and horror realising that you, last night did the deed with the most unbearable man on the the entire fucking roster.
“Fuck sake!” you pretty much screamed waking the ever vain viper, he smirked as he turned his head to face you.
“Morning Gorgeous” he chuckled grabbing your hips a smug smirk etched onto his stupid face. You grimaced and forcefully shoved his hands off of your hips, standing up from the bed and dragging the sheet with you.
“Get out of my room, now” you huffed calmly launching his boxers at his chest, he once again snickered that always present cockiness radiating from him.
“C’mon you don’t want me to leave Y/N, you want this again” he motioned to his tanned also naked body. You flared your nostrils in anger taking in a deep breath trying to keep calm.
“I mean it Ran-” he interrupted you with some crude remark that you wouldn't waste your time paying attention to and that’s when you finally snapped. You stroppily gathered the rest of his clothes from last night and threw them in his direction. “I’m fucking serious Randy, you have approximately 5 seconds to get out of my face before I kill you” you screamed manically from across the bed. He looked at you in shock as he slowly slid on his clothes and walked towards the door. He gave you one last look over his shoulder,
“You know you loved it Y/N” he sneered before slamming the door. You collapsed on your bed, head in your hands. What the fuck did i do you thought to yourself shaking your head in abysmal shame as you thought about all of last nights events.
A/N: Hey guys another imagine finally here, Nikkii and I are so sorry we had exams last week so we didn’t even have time to breathe that’s why we were a bit inactive however, they’re over now which means hopefully we can get a few more imagines out for you guys! Also regarding Nikkii’s social media imagines the should be out tomorrow as she as had some troubles with her internet today. Anway, hope you guys enjoy this (slightly smuttier than usual) imagine ~ Moxxii
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