₊✩‧₊˚ multi-fandom fanfiction writer on tumblr & wattpad since 2011. took a years-long break from writing just to find my way back to my first passion. my stories mainly feature black fems because it was hard to find that representation when i got into fanfiction.
But for me, Redemption isn't about getting even. It's not even about making up for lost time. For me, Redemption means that I'm gonna prove that the worst day of my career doesn't have to define the rest of it.
RAW, APRIL 2026 → SMACKDOWN, JULY 2026
aka punk tenderly grabbing cody's chin to get a better look at his black eye and then cody returning the favor by doing the same to punk months later
summary: when jey suffers his first significant injury in over a decade, he makes a decision that’ll impact the rest of his life.
warnings: mentions of injury, mature language, & hefty angst!
A/N: thank you to anon for this request. i hope you like it and uhh……sorry in advance! 🥲💌
you were on the couch, wrapped in the comfiest blanket you could find, finishing up the latest episode of love island, when you got the text from jimmy.
a huge pit took over your stomach, thumbs trembling as you rushed to your contact list and pressed his number.
jey hasn’t been hurt in over ten years.
your mind begins to race with a million thoughts per minute.
how bad is it?
is anything broken?
how long will he be out for?
will he even be able to wrestle again?
everything finally stops when the second ring is cut off.
“sis?” jimmy greets you, his usual cheery and goofy tone replaced with an extremely rare worry.
that alone is enough to scare the shit out of you.
“y-yeah,” you reply, hot tears beginning streaming down your face. “is he okay? what happened?”
“no word on his status yet,” he replies, the receiver echoing as if he’s in an empty hallway. “i wasn’t out there to see much, but the broadcast shows him taking a hard landing on a dive over the ropes. refs helped him backstage after the match.”
your chest tightens. “oh my god, jimmy.”
suddenly, muffled sounds of a door creaking open and words you can’t quite pick up take over.
soon enough, they stop and jimmy lets out a “thanks, doc.”
“what’s happening?” you ask nervously.
“just spoke to medical,” he replies, the sound of the door closing again in the background. “they’re still ruling out the severity but he’s definitely gonna need crutches.”
you allow your head to fall into your hands.
“this can’t be happening,” you mutter quietly, a sniffle escaping you.
you hear jimmy let out a deep breath on the other line. “i should’ve been out there with him.”
“jimmy, please. don’t blame yourself.”
“i was out there the first time, eleven years ago. told myself i’d never let my twin get hurt again. and i fuckin’ failed.”
your heart aches at his words.
jimmy has always been protective of his brother, it’s how he was raised as the older twin.
but to blame himself for something he couldn’t - hell, no one could control? you simply can’t allow it.
“jimmy,” you say again, your voice more stern this time. “you said it yourself. you weren’t out there, you weren’t meant to be. how the hell were you gonna prevent this if the people that were physically by his side couldn’t?”
he responds with a sigh and, suddenly, the muffled voices come back.
you press the phone closer to your ear, hoping to understand even a singular word.
the noise of the door comes again and, soon enough, you hear a muffled but unmistakable voice. jey.
“here,” you hear jimmy say, his voice becoming distant.
rustling noises come through the line before you hear the one voice you’ve been dying to listen to since you got the text.
“baby?” jey greets you, a deep rasp in his tone.
not the kind you love when he’s first woken up in the morning, his curls messy from sleep.
not the kind he serenades you with while he’s fucking you deep into your guys’ mattress.
this time, it’s heartbreak. it’s pain. it’s a nightmare.
“hi baby,” you reply, trying and miserably failing to hide the nervousness in your voice. “are you okay? what happened?”
he groans, probably trying to sit up, before letting out a sigh.
“fucked up my ankle in my match with cody tonight,” he informs you. “went to dive and met the floor instead. doc says i gotta be on crutches and keep it elevated for at least six weeks.”
you curse under your breath, running a hand through your hair.
sure it could be a lot worse, god it absolutely could.
but jey is the biggest workaholic you know.
not scheduled to be on tv? you’ll absolutely catch him in the building anyway.
home for two days before traveling? he’s without a doubt working out in your home gym that he set up in the garage.
big segment or match coming up in his next appearance? he’s most definitely been on the phone with jimmy for over an hour planning and perfecting every second of it.
the truth is, you’re absolutely terrified of the person he’ll be when he’s forced to relax and do absolutely nothing.
“i’m so sorry jey,” you exclaim, your tone laced with empathy.
“it’s alright,” he replies. “could’ve been a lot worse, you know?”
that throws you off.
as much as you love jey, as much as he makes you happy, the man can also be one big ball of negativity.
especially during times like these, he’s a hot head and always thinking the worst.
“i know that. do you?”
the hesitation that comes after pretty much answers your question. he’s miserable and trying to hide it from you.
without pushing too hard, you continue. “jey, baby, i’m here. talk to me. what’s on your mind?”
“i just…” his voice trails off, before you hear a quiet sniffle come through the line.
you swear you can feel your heart shatter.
jey has always been an emotional guy, never failing to wear his heart on his sleeve. that’s one of the many reasons you fell for him.
but him crying in such a vulnerable state like this? knowing he was trying so hard not to upset you just moments ago? it tears you to shreds.
“this shit….i-it just fuckin’ sucks man,” he begins again, managing to get the words out through hitched breaths. “just when i’m finally gettin’ back t-together with my family. just when we was about to g-get goin’ again. i gotta fuck up and do this shit to myself.”
you usually know how to comfort him, knowing exactly what he wants and needs to hear.
but right now? you’re too broken. too broken for him to speak.
“maybe it’s a sign,” he says, full blown crying now. “i thought i was strong enough to go another f-few years but….but maybe it’s time to hang it up.”
your own breath hitches this time, chest tightening at his words. “jey, what are you saying?”
he sniffles again. “i’m sayin’ i’m done. i-i’m retiring from professional wrestling.”
the world around you comes to a screeching halt.
professional wrestling isn’t just his profession.
it’s his life. his passion. it’s all he’s ever known.
after an entire childhood of watching and sixteen whole years of fighting, you can’t let him throw it all away.
not yet. not like this.
“jey…” you begin to respond, but he keeps going.
“i’ll be home soon. i love you, baby.”
“jey, please!” you manage to get out before the line goes dead.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” You’d cry, your voice breaking with desperation. His jaw stayed clenched, every muscle in his body drawn tight with anger that refused to burn out. He had you face down, ass up. You heard his heavy breathing, punctuated by low curses even though he refused to meet your eyes, no matter how much you’d look back at him.
One hand kept your arm pinned behind your back, while the other braced himself against the mattress. There wasn’t an ounce of patience left in him tonight. Every bitter word you’d thrown at him echoed in his head.
You felt like you were being ruined, barely managing to breathe as your forehead pressed into the tufted pillow, drool dampening the fabric while ragged gasps tore from your lungs. Lifting one leg onto the mattress, he taunted, “Oh, yeah? Take this dick like you hate it then.”
He punctuated every last word with another brutal thrust before leaning back just enough to watch your ass jiggle, his fingers dug harder into your hips, leaving crescents. His eyes fluttered, nearly falling shut before opening again, his jaw slack as he watched his dick go in and out of your soppy pussy. You’ll be feeling the aftermath for hours. Even with your body trembling from your fourth orgasm of the night, there isn’t a chance in hell he’ll give either of you a moment to breathe.
Through your broken cries and babbles, your message was clear; you wanted him dead so that he could never hurt you or your baby again. The mention of your sleeping infant just down the hall gave you the strength to glare up at him with hot tears streaking down your face.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, “Uh huh, I hear you lil mama,” his tongue dragged across his teeth. “I hate yo lil trifling ass too.”
Present day
You shifted uncomfortably as the sun peeked through, now shining directly on you with the palm tree no longer casting any shade. Your eyes followed your daughter as she ran around the splash pad with a few random kids, giggling as she stood beneath the spraying water. Jey came walking back from the water slide, shaking the excess water from his hair.
Flashback
Your legs were parted as you braced yourself on bent arms, your body forward as you desperately tried to keep your arch. His hands settled firmly on your hips, holding you in place while his mouth carefully examines every bit of your pussy, letting his fingers and lips do all of the talking. He was beyond tired of hearing your mouth, he’d rather eat that attitude right outta you.
Closing his lips on your clit, the only sounds filling the room were sucking and the muffled groans as another finger eased deeper inside you.
You didn’t have to see him to picture his smug expression as his tongue teasingly grazed your other puckered hole, as if he wanted to prove you didn’t deserve this kind of attention, yet refused to stop giving it to you. His tongue eagerly lapped at your spilling arousal, savoring every drop.
Fucking his fingers into you, he slowly twisted them to stroke against that spot that caused your teeth to sink into your lip as you tried not to cum. A thin strand of saliva stretched between his lips and your pussy before bringing a hand up to thumb gently at your clit, petting her over and over again. “She wanna cum, don’t she, bae?” His thumb was now sopping wet as he continued his circular motions. “Yeah… I feel her.”
Present day
“You coming?” jey asked.
You cocked your head, brows knitting together when you see him holding your daughter’s tiny hand.
“The lazy river? You coming, right?”
As you three walked hand in hand, the scorching concrete beneath your feet and the crowd of people who would occasionally bump into you, didn’t matter. Your mind was going a mile a minute. You would chalk it up to being horny but it’s much deeper than that. You were at your breaking point. You realized that you’re absolutely tired of the stupid bet and every rule that came with it. If anything, you regretted making that dumb shit in the first place.
All it did was force you to realize that maybe you liked the way things were between you and jey. It was reckless and unpredictable…the push and pull could be exhausting, but the way he always found his way back to you? The make up sex, the possessiveness, how aggressive he gets? You crave it. Yeah, it wasn’t always healthy, and sometimes he took things too far. But… it felt like home. It’s exactly where you wanna be. Even though part of you wanted the picture perfect family for your little girl, you wondered if giving in just one more time would really be so wrong. One quick fuck wouldn’t hurt would it? It’ll help you sort out your feelings.
As you swayed slowly along the lazy river, you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun settle over your skin while cool droplets rolled down your shoulders, providing brief relief from the heat. But no amount of cool water could distract you from the warmth pooling beneath your swimsuit, the unmistakable dampness suddenly allowed a pulse to creep in. Heat coiled in your stomach, all the way down to your core. You couldn’t fight this any longer.
•••
“…pleaseeee!” you whisper, though it comes out more like a whine as your palm caresses jey’s dick while he’s driving. You lean across the console, crowding his space while he tries to keep his eyes on the road.
“Don’t wake up my lil girl with all that whining.”
You smack your lips, “I’m serious!”
“And I’m serious,” he shoots back, giving you a side eye before looking ahead again. “What’s up with you? Ain’t we still on that no sex bet?”
“Fuck the bet, I want you.” He won’t turn you down. It’s jey we’re talking about! But more than anything, he wants to know why. And right now… you can’t give him that.
“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You pull your hand away and drop back into the passenger seat with a frustrated huff, folding your arms across your chest. “It’s a simple yes or no.”
The turn signal clicks as he slows at the intersection. “You gone tell me why?” he asks calmly, his eyes flicking left, then right before making the turn. “Because I already know there’s a reason behind it.” You keep staring at him instead of the road ahead, watching the muscle in his jaw tighten. “And if I find out it’s because of somebody else—”
A tear slipped down your cheek, and suddenly the words came spilling out. “I just want you… a-and I need you.” You scrubbed at your face, only for more tears to replace it. “I miss us. Please…” Your voice cracked. “Just—just make me feel good when we get home. Please!?”
Jey was now blinking slowly as he stared at you, completely caught off guard. His mouth parted like he had a dozen questions, but instead, all he could say was, “…ight.”
•••
You couldn’t believe it had been so long that your first orgasm of the night had damn near taken you out. You collapsed onto your stomach, completely spent. You should know by now that Jey isn’t taking it easy on you, instead he’s giving you exactly what you asked for.
“Nah, fix that arch and stop running.”
You obeyed, your pulse racing as you force yourself to began fucking back into his thrusts. He smacked your ass every time you threw it back on him, “Show off then baby, this yo dick.”
His length pushed in and out, in and out, massaging and soothing your aching sex. You’d needed him for so long, and the more you let yourself think about it, the closer you were to your orgasm.
“I—“ you started, but he cut you off with another stroke that made your eyes roll back. “It’s comingggggg,” you exclaimed with a gasp.
“Fight that nut baby, I ain’t done with you yet.”
You tried, you really did. But your head tipped back in a silent cry as Jey caught you by the shoulders, setting a relentless pace. Within seconds, you were cumming again. Jey fucked you through it, coaxing every trembling breath and helpless shudder from you. He knew exactly what he was doing, groaning as your velvety walls clenched around him, he could see the ecstasy written all over your pretty face.
He grew worried when you nearly forgot to breathe, quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes searched yours. A weak, satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you sat up.
“You good, ma?”
“Yeah,” you breathed. “…’m sorry.”
The worry drained from his face. “Lay back,” He growled. “And take this dick.”
The deeper he went, the harder your eyes rolled back, your body trembling all over for what had to be the hundredth time tonight. Every inch of your body buzzed with pleasure and exhaustion, yet somehow craved every bit of what he gave you. His hands slid from your hips to your stomach before he slowly began to rock his hips and fuck, he was so fucking deep that you felt him in your stomach.
A low groan spilled from his lips, followed by a string of praises. He wouldn’t stop, drunk on the sight of you, the feel of you — until he asks, “Why you wanna be fucked like this?”
He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours,“Look at me,” his voice sounded rougher. “Answer me.” You looked at him, lips parting slightly, but you stayed silent. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.
Your silence only pissed him off, “So you can’t speak? Bet.” His thumb pressed hard circles against your sensitive nub. The assault becoming increasingly overwhelming — irritation bled through as he began hammering into you with an erratic rhythm, not giving a fuck that you were overstimulated.
You fought to keep your composure, but your body betrayed you anyway. Your pussy tensed, shuddering in involuntary pulses around his dick. This orgasm was much more intense, you felt it quickly approaching as you babbled helplessly. “No! Noo daddy, i’m gonna-”
Jey shifted his angle slightly, leaning forward. His hand settled against your stomach, feeling the way it tightened beneath his touch, as your breathing turned uneven. “That’s exactly what I want, squirt on daddy’s dick.”
He was intentionally pressing at your G-spot. It wasn't gentle, whatsoever. Why? Because he wanted front row seats, and more than that, he wanted to be right in the splash zone. He steps back, stroking his length while watching you intensely as your hips bucked wildly and your body curled in on itself. Pleasure gushed out of you as you bit down on your lip hard, but Jey’s name still broke free from your throat.
Jey let out a low, rough, “Fuck,” His entire body went taut as he hunched forward, thick ropes of cum shooting over your lower belly. “This all you needed, huh?” He breathed, his body still shaking faintly, yet all he could do was watch you come down from your blissful high.
“shh,” he shushes you by placing his fingers in your mouth while using the other hand to push inside of you.
he’d done a little convincing to get you on board w this. you were always begging him to practice safe sex, and after a while it started to bore him. he needed to feel you — not w some stupid latex getting in the way. little by little, he’d sprinkle in small phrases to ease your nerves, almost like he was soft launching his raging breeding kink.
“you do love me, right?” he would coo, his eyes darting between your rising chest and the innocent glimmer in your eyes. “you’d do anything to make me happy, wouldn’t u love? y’know you’d make daddy the happiest man alive if he could just make you a mommy. you’d be so beautiful,” he’d continue, pressing his hand against your stomach.
but his personal favorite? “don’t even have to work hard for it, angel. just hold still and take it, it’ll be worth it. i promise…”
he cups your chin, coaxing you to speak, but all that comes out are broken little whines. each slow, deep stroke leaves your eyes rolling back, your sweet body struggling to keep up with the way he moves inside of you.
he wanted you right there with him, feeling every inch instead of getting lost in it. he watched the uncertainty in your pretty eyes slowly turn into arousal as his pelvic bone graze against your clit, his hips rolling forward with steady, deliberate pressure. “hmm… wait, it feels so good. it’s…” you pant, your words breaking apart every time he bottoms out. he looks into your eyes, his pace never faltering as he shoved his fingers in and out of your mouth, muffling your pleas.
his gaze never leaves yours. it’s almost unnerving how calm he looks, especially when he’s literally fucking you stupid.
his praises were so effortless it almost sounded genuine as he used his fingers that were in your mouth to stimulate your clit. “mhmmm, i know baby,” he breathed, almost like he was answering both of you. “you’re doing so good.”
your hand lifts on instinct, fingertips weakly wrapping around his arm, you don’t even have the strength to push.
“move your hand baby…..you're okay.”
you let it fall back beside your head with a quiet whimper, your fingers curling into the sheets instead.
“you’re such a good girl.” he watches your face for the smallest reaction. “you like when i call you that?”
“mhm,” you answered quietly, your chest rose unevenly.
“do you believe that you’re a good girl?”
you nodded.
“then tell me.” he drawled, each word punctuated by the slow roll of his hips, never letting your attention drift.
“oh my gosh…” your voice caught on a shaky breath before you moaned out, “i’m a good girl, roman…” your legs lifted almost instinctively, crossing behind his back.
truthfully, you’ve never really fantasized abt this, abt him doing this to your body, but there’s something about having him inside you. you don’t think it’ll be too bad if he decided to breed you.
“what’s in that pretty head, angel?” he asks condescendingly, studying your face. “thinking of carrying my baby?”
you part your lips to answer, but he grabs your jaw in a firm grip, lips pressed together before a thin string of saliva falls onto your tongue. the sight alone has him cursing under his breath.
“mommy,” roman chuckles though the word leaving him breathless. “such a nice ring to it, huh?”
a whiny sound slips from your throat, “ro…” his hands steady your waist, keeping you perfectly still while he fucks you. every touch leaves your body feeling less like your own, your legs trembling hard enough that they’re slowly losing their grip.
“you said you wanted this," he growled lowly, “you told me you were a good girl… that you’d do anything to make me happy.”
you let out another helpless whine in protest, “please, i’m going-” you started as that familiar warmth begins to build low in your stomach.
“not yet, baby,” his fingertips colliding harshly with your clit, “daddy’s still fucking a baby in you.”
the intensity was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. you were used to the slow kisses, whispered reassurances, the carefulness that always came with a condom. but now, there’s that yearning to be bred.
so when the moment finally comes, there isn’t a single word that could describe the rush that crashes over you. it hits all at once, leaving your body trembling as you cling to him. your eyes squeeze shut as warmth floods through you, the feeling so overwhelming as you gasp, “i feel it!”
“that’s so good, baby,” he smirked, pulling out and inspecting your hole for himself. he took his time, admiring the sight before he absentmindedly pressed his fingers inside of you. a quiet hum left him at the soft, wet squelch… you caught yourself watching him as he watched his fingers fuck his cum back inside of you.
