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[lilsedge]

can you write about damian x reader where she had to share a flight with him and Rhea and she had to sit next to damian and has a crush on him and he cuddles her up when she falls asleep

Crushing

Damian Priest x Fem! Reader

Warnings:

Y/N has had a crush on Damian for the longest time. Especially since he’s joined the Judgement Day. There is no explanation behind it. She just thought he was hotter now. He’s dressing like that. 

It’s not only that, it’s the way he looks at her when she is interviewing them. The way he will hold doors open for her. The way he will grab her and hold her close when there are fights going on right in front of them, so she won’t get hurt. 

Right now, she was in the airport, sitting in between Cody Rhodes and Jey Uso. She was thinking so much about Damian to where Cody or Jey would have to wave a hand in her face to get her back to the conversation all of them were having. When she would zone out, they’d make fun of her so hard. 

She finally looks at her phone. Smiling in the background was a photo of her and Damian. He changed it to that after he’d gotten ahold of it like the day; he got the tag team titles. One title was around her waist while the other was on his with an arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her close. He got Rhea to take the picture. 

“Girl, you were looking at what time it is,” Jey reminds her.

“Oh shit, I was,” she says.

“Oh, they are calling us for boarding. No need to look for the time,” Cody says, standing up, helping Y/N up. Y/N helps Jey get up. They were in different zones. Y/N was zone 4 while they both were zone 3, so they got on earlier than her. 

Y/N felt like she was waiting forever for her zone to be called. Once her zone was called, she made her way to the long line. Once she was done with that, she walked across the loading bridge. She was just excited to be on the plane because then she could sleep.

“Hi, welcome to the delta Airlines. may I see your ticket,” the flight attendant says.

“Yeah here,” Y/N replies.

“Okay, just go down the right side. You’ll find your seat,” she replies. (This is how it was when I flew from Toronto to Frankfurt except it was air Canada so I don’t know if it this is how it is for every flight also not a pleasant experience sleeping on the flight)

Y/N got to her seat and who was sitting there Rhea and Damian. Damian had the window seat while Rhea had the aisle seat leaving Y/N with the middle seat. Rhea stands up letting Y/N move her way into her seat. 

She moves her backpack off of her back going to set it on the ground, but Damian grabs it and puts it in his lap. Waiting for her to sit down and get comfortable before putting it under the seat for her. She smiles at Damian. 

“Ready for this long flight?” Rhea asks Y/N. 

“The only thing I’m excited about is falling asleep,” Y/N laughs.

“Hey if you want to get comfortable, just lay your head on my shoulder if you want,” Damian tells the girls. She nods and smiles at him.

“Hey you never let me do that when we sit right next to each other!” Rhea exclaims quietly.

“That’s why I wanted Y/N to sit in the middle so she’d let me lay my head on her shoulder.”

“I guess you’re not doing it now,” Damian laughs.

“She cane still do it,” Y/N says, flicking Damian’s cheek. 

He opens his mouth in shock as Rhea starts laughing at him. She grabs Y/N and puts her on her lap. Damian then grabs Y/N and pulls her off of Rhea’s lap, shaking his head at Rhea. 

The seatbelts are finally on and the plane is taking off. Damian lets Y/N lean over him slightly so she could see the plane taking off. He looks over at Rhea while she’s smirking at him because Y/N has her hand on his thigh so she doesn’t fall over.

Y/N slowly sits back, still looking out the window. The other two silently laugh at her. She looks at them, confused.

“You’re so fascinated by the plane taking off,” Rhea says.

“Yeah, I do that every time I honestly don’t know why,” Y/N replies. 

“It’s cute,” Damian says, smiling at her.

Y/N smiles back at him. She turns to Rhea and silently freaks out. Rhea laughs at her. Damian lifts the arm rest that separates them and pulls her back into a hug. 

“Okay, I feel single and I’m not,” Rhea says.

All three of them laugh silently, trying not to disturb other passengers. They went on their phones either to put their headphones in or to read a book. The flight attendants handed out supper, and they ate silently. If they looked at one another, they most likely would have burst out laughing. 

They picked up the garbage and finally turned down the lights. All you could hear was the hum of the engine. Y/N tapped on the screen in front of her on the map. There were still 8 hours left of this flight. Y/N would have limited opportunities to sleep. She could never sleep well on planes.

Y/N looked over at Rhea, and she was already asleep. Damian then taps Y/N on her shoulder.

“Wanna go to sleep?” He whispers in her ear.

She just rubs her eyes and nods. Damian takes off his sweater, giving it to her so she could use it as a blanket and he taps his shoulder. She lays her head on it while he wraps his arm around her shoulder. He watches as her eyes close. Suddenly, a rush of confidence comes over him. He gives her a little kiss on her head before leaning his own head on hers. 

Y/N had the best sleep on a plane for the first time in a while and it was with a smile on her face. Dom and Finn were sitting in front of them and managed to get a picture for them to see in the morning.

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[romanreignseater]

Our Reflection.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Probably my dirtiest story yet. It’s just pure filth. Brace yourself.

“Being two beautiful people in a relationship causes us to look in the mirror quite often. So, why not take a chance and fuck in front of it.”

A/N: They need to stop targeting our Bloodline hero, Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. That’s my man and I got his back. Sorry… I’m in my feeling about NOC 😭. Had to write for my him, but I also got a Jimmy fic coming out soon, so stay tuned. Also, I didn’t forget about my Dean fic it’s still coming out as well.

GIF: @jeysuso

“You really think you could guess my Chipotle order?!”

My husband, Jey, smiled through FaceTime. “I feel the vibes right now, like that telepathic shit.”

I couldn’t even contain my laughter at his remark of us being telepathic. “So, what do I want then baby?!”

“Well, obviously you always want me that’s a given.” I rolled my eyes at slick comment and he cheesed real hard.

“Okay then with yo fine ass, what do I want?!”

“I thought I was handsome.” His hand over his heart as if he were hurt. “You’re actually an idiot.” Jey soon began sniffling like he was going to cry, eyes closed and all.

This boy really in the middle of Chipotle actin a fool.

“Okayyy… handsome.” He peeled one eye open and smirked at me lovingly. “What. Do. I. Want?!”

He opened his mouth, giving me a long and very dramatic pause just to say, “I can’t tell you that mama. But, I know you always get chips and guac, so that’s all you need to know.”

This boy better get my burrito.

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Roughly about two hours later, I began doing my makeup. My girls invited me out to a quick little lunch.

I’ve been waiting for Jey, but my chipotle STILL… had yet to arrive. I wasn’t gonna sit around and not get me something to eat. So, lunch with my girls it was.

Trin was on her way to pick me up, so I had some time to kill. The 28’ inch jet black silky buss down was laid, and the all black outfit was hugging my curves in all the right places. My top had a heart cutout right at my cleavage showcasing my ample breasts and my leggings were definitely holding my ass tight.

As I looked in the mirror, making sure everything was looking right before I continued my makeup. In the mirror I could see Mr. Main Event Jey Uso standing in the doorway admiring me.

Looking down at his reflection, I could see a Chipotle bag in his hand. But, when looking up I could see his bottom lip sheathed behind his teeth.

Turning back around to the mirror continuing my makeup, “Look who decided to show up.”

I could hear Jey’s heavy size 13 feet nearing me. Looking up from my eyeshadow palette, my husband’s big frame could surround my entire body. He stood behind me with his hat on backwards, gold link chain dancing on his neck, Niu Tat crop top, and black cotton Nike shorts.

“And where yo’ ass think you going looking this fine?!”

Jey pressed himself against my backside, and I could feel his heavy member stabbing me in the ass. The bag of food was placed on the counter and Jey’s hands were placed on the counter in front of me, practically trapping me between the both of them.

“I hope you got what I wanted sir.”

I continued doing my eyeshadow and Jey looked at me with utter confusion. He pushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “You ain’t answer my question.” (Just imagining this is Jey’s voice 😩).

“And I don’t want to, your ass took forever with my food.”

Jey’s lips soon traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at it passionately. I completely ignored his gestures, and he could tell his neck kisses weren’t working.

“I got you a burrito, I felt that telepathic shit.”

“That’s cute babe, but I got plans to go eat out anyways.” Turning around I swiped a little eyeshadow on his cheek. I giggle as his face remained stone cold.

“So… who you got these ‘plans’ with?!”

“Nunya.”

Jey’s face changed from a sly and hard stare, to a completely hard stare.

“So you’re telling me… you going out to eat, looking all good, smelling all good, just to make me upset cause I brought your Chipotle late?!”

I paused brush strokes and looked him in his eyes in the mirror. “I still would’ve went out with the girls, even if you brought the Chipotle earlier. So… I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“What I’m gonna tell you is what I’m gonna do to you.” Jey begins to sort of pace around me back and forth. He then walks back behind me and bent my back over the counter slowly.

“What are you doing boy?! I got a lunch to go to.”

My breasts were soon pressed against the counter, and Jey’s knees spread my legs apart. His grip on my back arrived to the back of my neck and my breathing became heavier.

He bent down to my level in front of the mirror, looking me in my eyes and said, “Imma eat this pussy real good, fuck you real hard, you finna eat this burrito, and then I’ll think about letting you go out,”

His commands made me very upset, but also really wet.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I gotta finish getting ready.” As I tried to get up from my bent position, I couldn’t. Jey’s strength totally overpowered mine and there was really no way I’d get up.

“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere.” I yelped as a smack was placed on my ass. A couple more smacks were laid upon my ass and tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Aww, you crying and I didn’t even fuck you yet. And to think yo’ ass was tryna run from this dick. Tsk tsk tsk.” I looked up at him with fury.

Jey’s hands went from the back of my neck to my clothed, pulsing mound. Massaging it ever so gracefully. Goosebumps arose from my arms and Jey chuckled, practically enjoying the reactions I was trying not to give him.

Jey shocked me by ripping my leggings straight down the middle, panties and all.

“JEY!! WHAT THE FUC-.” His large and bear like hands covered my mouth, nearly my entire face. “Shhhhh.” He placed a kiss on top of my head and his fingers traveled from my neck to my cunt.

Rubbing my slick juices all over the entirety of my pussy. “Unhh, oh my g-.” I moaned through his hand, but I soon stopped moaning as Jey paused his ministrations. Looking at him with pure anger, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on my juices.

“That shit tasty mama.” Even though, he was pissing me off, he was just so irresistible. “I’m about to go to town on that pussy.”

I watched as his head dipped down and he was at level with my pussy. I felt him spread my lips apart and his hot breath cascading it. His thick thumb traced my pussy lips gently and he pressed it against my clit.

“Gotta taste it before I fuck it huh?!” As I tried to get a word out, he dived right in. He spread his mouth over my center. My hand traveled behind and was placed on the back of his head while he went to work. He drooled all over this pretty little pussy, causing me to whimper and whine for him.

Jey slurped on me a little more before bringing his hand up to meet my ass with a stinging slap. I continued to breathe deeply as he was really eating it from the back.

He feasted wholeheartedly on me, not stopping. This pussy belonged to him all day, everyday, whenever he wanted it, and he damn sure was getting it now. My legs shook as I felt the pressure build up. “Unhhhh, I’m cumming Jey.”

“Cum for daddy mama.” His saliva drooled from my ass to my clit, making even more of a mess. Just absolutely tonguing me down to the max. I came all over his tongue and I shook with pleasure. But, I soon screamed as he didn’t stop.

The overstimulation was getting to me, and I knew I was going to burst. My ears to deaf the other sounds, the only thing I could hear was the gushy noises coming from his filthy mouth.

“Oh my god, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

“Go on baby.” My pussy lips quivered as Jey continually made out with it sloppily. I reached my high and squirted all over Jey’s face.

I had an out of body experience as Jey rubbed me through out the rest of my orgasm. My ass gained a couple more abusive smacks and Jey’s shorts were dropping.

Lifting my head up and arching my back for me, Jey told me his exact plans. “I’m for real about to get balls deep in my shit, ya understand me?!” My eyes lowered and breath staggered as I tried my best to look at him in his eyes.

“Ya understand me princess?!”

Gulping, I accept his orders. “Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be running now.”

I couldn’t really make no promises of that, cause if he got to hitting that spot; which I knew he would, it would be a wrap.

His swollen mushroom tip glided against my cunt savagely, spreading my juices all over his tip. Jey soon pressed his tan brown dick in, gently massaging my walls instantly.

He smacked my ass once more. “That ass juicy just like that pussy.”

“Just fuck me boy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He pushed my chest deeper into the counter, getting in a few solid strokes of that monster dick before gradually picking up speed. He starts stroking me so good, and the pleasure is near unbearable. “Okay baby, stop I’m cumming.”

“Already?! I barely started and I’m having fun.”

My little manicured hands were placed upon his rock hard abs trying to get him to stop. “I’m serious STOP!!” My pussy was getting obliterated and Jey had yet to stop. I began squirting all over his cock and my whole body began to convulse.

“Damn girl… I was about to get my leg up on the counter so I could really hit that shit.” My breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart felt like it had just stopped. Jey held onto the sides of my stomach and waited for my breathing to calm down.

“You better be ready now, cause ain’t no stopping.”

He placed his length back into my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate his meaty girth. My head was soon lifted and held in place as Jey fixed my vision to him and him only in the mirror.

“I know how much you like to look in the mirror, Imma really give you something to look at.”

Jey’s foot was placed on the counter right beside me and my head nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it. My toes curled and my brows furrowed. “Daddy, you’re so deep.”

“I know baby.”

He plunged into my cunt so devilishly, “It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jey plunged forward so his stomach was placed against my back. He cupped my cheeks, “I know, cause I am in your guts.”

His strokes just absolutely brutal, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass digging off in my pussy. Balls sticking and slapping against my clit, providing an entire new sensation.

Pounding my g-spot like there was no tomorrow. Both of us moaning and watching one another reflections in the mirror. I watched Jey’s stomach tensed admiring my thickness spreading me all the way out, my cunt tightening as he slid in and out of me with ease.

“That pussy so wet baby, that shit talking to me huh?!”

“Yes daddy all for you.”

“I know that’s right.”

My body went limp and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees threaten to give out, but Jey’s vice like grip on my hips lead me to continue to stand upright. “I’m cumming so hard daddy, you’re fucking the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, let the neighbors know my name mama. Scream for me.”

With a loud cry, I squirted all over his length, nearly pushing it out. Jey began to chuckle as he sped up his pace, clutching my ass cheeks for dear life. Moaning sweetly as he released heavy spurt after heavy spurt into the warmth of my sweet little pussy. Pulling out with one final smack to my ass, his cum dribbled out of my hole onto my clit.

Grabbing my cheeks harshly, he kissed me sloppily. Spit all over my lips and around my mouth. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too boy.”

As we looked into each others eyes, we could hear the loud banging of the front door.

“Y/N!! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!! Are you coming or not?!”

“Tell Trin you already did.”

Rolling my eyes once more at my husband, but his big smile got me every time.

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THE END.

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Can you do a story where jey starts dating this girl and she is veryyyyy independent and like to do everything her self but jey has to always tell her to sit down and let him do basically Ms.I can do it myself meets mr.sit tf down imma do it plz 🤭

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Noelle was a do-er. She’s been that way her whole life. She learned from an early age that she could only count on herself to get shit done. She thought that was a good quality to have but her boyfriend Josh did not. Now, don’t get him wrong he absolutely loved Noelle but her ‘i can do it myself’ attitude made him feel not needed. 

It was a Saturday afternoon and Noelle had run to the store to get some groceries to make dinner. He paused his game and smiled when he heard the door to their shared apartment open but Josh’s smile dropped from his face as he watched his girlfriend struggle to open the front door and hold onto the grocery bags. He sighed as he stood up from the couch to help her. 

“Why you ain't call me Noelle? I would’ve came down and helped you.” He said taking the bags out of her hands and walking into the kitchen to place them on the counter. His frown deepened when she flagged him off. 

“I had it Josh.” She said as she started to put the groceries away. He sucked his teeth, as he watched her try to reach up and put something away on the top shelf. He waited for her to ask for his help and when she didn’t he gently picked her up and moved her aside before putting the cans on the top shelf. “Thank you.” 

“You know I can help you with stuff right? You don’t have to do everything yourself.” Noelle stopped putting groceries away and turned to face him. 

“I’m sorry. You know I just like to do everything myself.” 

“Aight, but I'm here now. You ain’t gotta do everything ya self. It’s okay to sit ya’ ass down sometimes.” Noelle furrowed her eyebrows at the tone of his voice. He actually sounded mad at her. 

“Are you seriously mad at me right now?” 

“No, I'm not mad Noelle..” He sighed “Just, let me help you.” She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it upsets you.” 

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged, trailing off. “I just don’t want to feel useless. You know?” 

Noelle frowned and lifted her head off his cheat to look him in his eyes. “What? You're not useless Josh.” 

“I’m not?” He scoffed. “You damn near do everything without ever asking for help.” She opened her mouth to reply but he cut her off. “You changed a flat tire the other day. In the rain. You coulda called me, that’s what I’m here for.” Now Noelle felt bad, she wasn’t use to being treated this way, by any of her boyfriends, they all were pretty happy that she did everything and never asked them for help. 

When she didn’t reply Josh cupped her cheek in his. “Let me take care of you, Noelle.” He muttered leaning down, capturing her lips in a sweet, soft kiss. “It’s what I'm here for.” Noelle sighed and melted into the kiss. When he pulled away she nodded. 

“Okay,” She whispered,  “I can let you take care of me.” 

“Good.” Josh said, smiling wide. “Gotta take care of my princess right?” 

ehh... i'm sorry it's so short. This is my first time writing what someone else wants lol so I hope I didn't disappoint. Hopefully I can get better with more request ❤️

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[hunnidmilly]

crushin’ on you. |s.s|

(a/n) omg. im kinda nervous here. i wanted to try my luck at writing for solo sikoa. aye it’s wild asl when the whole damn family fine asl. im also cooking up something for jey usoooo :))). this is also inspired by @msbigredmachine ‘I still heart you’ oneshot featuring solo and nadine. complete credit to you <3. enjoy.

“it’s cool, not tryin’ to put the rush on you. i had to let you know that i got a crush on you…”

warnings: none.

parings: fluff!solo sikoa x black!reader

tagged: @cyberdejos2

“Shit!” You let out a painful groan as you almost twisted your ankle while wearing your 6 inch heels.

“You’re so damn childish.” Your best friend, Leilani, mumbled with a roll of her eyes trailing behind you as you rushed towards catering, “You a little too old for this shit, no?”

“Instead of running your motormouth, you need to be making sure he’s not near me.” You pant, nearly out of breath from your speed walking.

“Bitch, we just speedwalked all the way to the other side of the damn building away from him! He can’t fucking teleport, dammit.” Leilani responds pulling out a chair to sit down lowering her head to the table, “Why won’t you jus—“

“You think he saw me? What if he thinks I’m crazy? All he did was wave. Fuck man. Fuck!” You whine as you throw your head into your hands in embarrassment

“I hope the motherfucker does, then you can stop running away like a 6 year old child.”

“Your mother.” You mumbled out

Currently, you found yourself in a sticky situation. You were always told before you got into this business, “Don’t fall in love with your coworkers.” And here you were. Head over heels for a certain younger Samoan. Solo was practically your husband in your head at this point. You've had a crush on him since meeting him in developmental. With a handful of conversations, hanging out with your friend group, and even going out to eat, how could you not develop even the slightest of feelings for him?

While many saw him as the silent enforcer to his older cousin, Roman, he often showed you a different side when you were alone with him. When you allowed yourself to be. You could barely contain yourself around him. If it’s from falling over the damn air, to stuttering over your words, or saying the most random shit ever…you were crushin’ on him. and you had it bad.

Safe to say, you spent your nights in your hotel room with only a box of your favorite 10 piece hot wing combo, lurking on his socials, and his friends and family’s socials from a separate account than your company one.

You found it easier to just avoid him all together, to keep your little schoolgirl feelings safe. You’ve had way too many experiences of admitting your feelings for others and it went completely left. Rejection is a part of life, but that doesn’t mean it doesn't hurt. And a man like him? coming from one of the biggest wrestling families? You were nowhere near comparable. Deciding to save yourself from the embarrassment, you’d admire the Samoan from a distance…all while creating it.

Leilani and you were walking down a hall when you spotted him talking to his brother. He through a wave in your direction with a dazzling smile, expecting you to return it. Yeah, you didn’t. Quite the opposite, in fact.

You pretend as if you didn’t see him. And spun on your heel and speed walked down the opposite direction you were intending.

Even though Solo clearly saw you, see him, see you, see him.

“Stupid, you do know you’re 31 years old, right? Not 13. Just tell him you like him. What’s the worst he can do?” Leilani explains with a agitated expression coating her face

“He could say, ‘Hey, I’m not interested.’ and there goes my fuckin

dignity. Right down the drain.” You answer

“Then onto the next, girl! He’s not the only guy you’re ever going to like. He’s not the only guy who’ll rejec—“

“Reject me. I know. Save the speech, Joel Olsten. I don’t need the embarrassment that comes from that. We work together, Lei. Do you understand how awkward that would be?” You screech out slamming your hands in the table

“You knew it was going to be awkward when you started liking him. You and him have gone out before. You’re literally friends.”

“We’re friends through friends, Lei. It’s different. We’ve never gone out alone. It’s always been with other people. But he’s not the ‘enforcer’ around me. He’s just Joseph.” You sighed, beginning to feel sorry for yourself.

Leilani was right. You were a grown woman. He’s not the only guy in the world. But somehow, in front of other people, he always had a way of doing so.

One time you went out bowling with your friends a few months back, and he opened the door for you, placing his hand on your lower back, letting you enter the building before him. That entire night, he paid more than enough attention to you. Asking you about your life outside of wrestling, laughing at your jokes, and poking fun at your lack of ability to bowl. He even ordered your food for you. He ended that night by giving you a small hug.

You could still smell his cologne if you closed your eyes tightly enough.

But what if you were reading into this all wrong? He could’ve done that as a way to show he was sincerely interested in being your friend.

Late at night you always dreamed, he was crushin’ just as hard on you as you were to him. But he’s a grown man too. He would’ve said something by now if he was genuinely interested. Right?

Right?

“You need to put on your granny panties and go up to him and ask him to hang out. Bitch, you’re old. Get your ass up. Oop, just in time.” Lei suddenly smirks, her eyes moving past your head

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned in your chair to see Solo entering the catering area, his face in his phone. You admittedly felt yourself begin to shake and start to sweat. Your chest getting heavy.

“Girl, get the fuck up. You know what, actually. Solo!” Lei suddenly shouts getting his attention

“What the fuck are you doing?” You snap into her direction

“I’m deflowering your pussy ass. Either take the chance, or shut up! Hey, Solo!”

You turned around to see him making his way to your table with a smile on his face. ‘I’m going to bitch slap her so hard’ you thought in your head, glaring at Leilani.

“Wassup y’all?” Solo says as he sits in a metal chair next to you

“Hey! We’re just talking about this one’s match tonight. I was just saying we need new gear. Here, let me sho—Dammit. My phone died. I’m gonna go get my iPad; I'll be back in a jiffy.”

Your eyes nearly popped from your skull at Leilani’s words, “I’ll be back, you two. Don’t go anywhere, yeah?” She snickers at the inside joke before standing up and walking off

You bit down on your tongue as you watched her saunter off, down the hallway of the arena. opposite of her locker room, where her iPad would be.

little lying ass bitch.

“So y’all thinking about new gear? Whatchall’ thinking about?” Solo asks, moving his arm to lay against the back of your chair.

Fuck me now, “Um…y-yeah. We are. Y’know? We needa stay up to par as tag team champions.” You stutter, silently curing yourself in your head.

“Hell yea! Yall have been killing it lately out there. I remember in developmental, you’d always say how one day you were going to dominate the women's tag team division. If only little you could see yourself right now. Right?” He grins showing his teeth

He remembered that? That was a while ago.

“Yeah. She’d probably be shitting herself.” Fuck.

He chuckles to himself before facing you again, “You guys ready for backlash? I see Natalya is gearing up. Ion know. You might got some serious competition there, baby girl.”

Was that a pet name? Why’d he call you that? Where did he get that? How many other girls does he call that?

“W-w-well she better bring her ass then to be geared the fuck down!” You respond, slightly cursing yourself.

Solo laughs at your bashfulness and you grab a mini water bottle from the center of the table. You quickly opened it and attempted to drown it in its entirety before you began coughing.

Who swallows water the wrong way? Seriously?

“Yo! Yo! You good?” Solo perches upwards with a concern look on his face actively patting your back

Does it look like i’m fucking good? What do you think?

“Y-yeah!” You cough out still hacking your lungs

“Lemme getchu som—Hey, wait a minute.“ Solo's words were cut off as you waved your hand off and stood up to leave. Still coughing, you walked toward the exit with a frown on your face.

Once again, you fucked it up and embarrassed yourself. This time by choking on your water.

“Hey, wait. It’s oka—“ Solo's words were cut off once again as you leaned too close to the door, yanking it open resulting in hitting your head with it.

Before anyone else could see your multiple fuckups, you quickly exited the catering area. You walked as fast as you could to your locker room, clutching your head. You felt the tears in your eyes begin to form at your embarrassment. You felt sorry for yourself. A 31 year old grown ass woman, couldn’t admit to a dude that you were feeling him. The shit was pitiful to say the least.

You clutched your jacket closer to your body as you waited for your Uber Eats delivery to arrive. After a long night, you made the ‘expected’ decision to just head back to the hotel for the night. Avoiding Solo for the duration of the show. Wherever you spotted him, you made sure you weren’t. or at least well hidden. You lowered your gaze down to your phone, eyeing the unread message from Leilani.

Lei: Soooooo. You 2 lovebirds bond?

You didn’t have it in your heart to tell her the truth. Once again, you messed up. If he didn’t think you were weird before, he certainly does now.

Shaming yourself for wearing shorts, while it was chilly outside, you saw the car of your Uber Eats driver pull up. You stayed near the hotel entrance and prepared to greet him to receive your order. As the man gets out with a bag, from the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but notice Solo beginning to walk towards you, his suitcase in tow. You quickly retrieved your bag, and headed back inside.

Not again. No, never again.

Just as you pressed the elevator button, you heard the creaking of wheels.

“Wassup?” He greets with a smile

“Hey.” You smile back up at the man

Solo's face gains a confused look. You were being short with him. while he knew you were shy. You at least attempted more of a conversation with him.

As the elevator opened, you both entered. You kept your head hung low, as you both waited to reach the floor. When the doors opened, you stepped out and quickly walked towards your room door, accepting your defeat.

“Hey, wait a second.” Solo starts, following behind you.

You were prepared to keep the conversation short and simple. Do not allow yourself to be swept away into another series of painful and embarrassing events.

“Why are you always so…different? Around me. I see you with everyone else. Leilani. The other ladies and guys. You’re yourself. But when it comes to me? You’re different. Wassup? Did I do something?”

You let out a breath as you stared up at the man. You had one shot. And here it was, right here. He was right. You weren’t normally the shy type. But dammit, you could barely form a sentence near him. Leilani was right. There were more fish in the sea. Even if this was the fish you wanted.

“Solo listen. I…I have feelings for you. Bad. I try to save my own feelings by pushing them to the side, but instead I end up looking like a fucking dumbass, every-single-time. I know what you’re going to say. And it’s cool. I’m not tryna put the rush on you. So just sav—“

You were ready to continue your ramble. Ready to explain and accept your rejection. You felt yourself being pressed against the door of your hotel room as Solo's lips combined with yours.

You dropped your bag of food onto the ground, and your arms slid around his neck. You felt yourself moan into his mouth as his tongue snaked into yours, welcoming. His arms slid around your waist, pressing your body against his. As you both tasted each other and fought for dominance, you thought back to what Leilani said. Ole ass was right.

You pulled away from Solo, keeping your arms locked around his neck. “And what if I said I was feeling you too? Then what?” He responded

“I’d be speechless.”

“Good. Save yourself from saying something crazy again.” He chuckles before diving in again for another taste of your lips against his.

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[allmyn1ghts]

support system °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Jey Uso x Fem!Superstar!Reader

synopsis: Just Jey being your number-one supporter <33

warnings: none really, just some fluff (who doesn't love a lil fluff!?) + suggestiveness sprinkled in

word count: 1,289

a/n: first fic on here! I hope this isn't too bad for my first time 🫣 I wanted to write something simple and sweet for Jey bae so here yall go <3

"You gon kill it out there bae!" you smile at your loving boyfriend, Jey, who's sitting on the couch in your locker room while you prep for your championship match against Charlotte Flair. The two of you have had an ongoing rivalry for the past couple of weeks. Tonight was finally the night to settle it, with you defending your Women's Championship Title.

"You know it, baby! Imma go out there, deal with her ass and come back STILL being champ." you said confidently, following your pre-match stretch routine. After finally being moved to Smackdown's main roster, you'd been everywhere. From doing promos almost every week, many main event matches on Smackdown, and even having a couple matches on bigger shows like Fastlane, You couldn't be missed. And Jey was loving every single bit of it. He truly was your number-one supporter. He always encouraged you to take every opportunity offered to you.

After Jey left the mess that is now the Bloodline, he had more time to be with you but also doing his own thing on Raw. He essentially became the Paul Heyman to your Roman Reigns. Whether it be him hyping you up, posting you on his Instagram, or being there for your matches, his support was unmatched. In return, you'd do the exact same for him.

"You damn right! Can't wait to see yo sexy ass in that ring." he says with a big smile. You roll your eyes playfully. "You think im playin', that damn gear is gon be the death of me!" When you got upgraded to the main roster, you wanted new gear. Something that said sexy but badass. You can't lie, your new gear really showed off your toned figure. "Keep it in your pants Jey, I still gotta match remember?" you giggle. "plusss, I need my number one supporter in the right headspace!". He looks at you with a straight face, "C'mon on y/nnn, we got like, thirty minutes till you on." He gives you that look while he slowly starts to manspread. You strut towards him with a big smile on your face, finding your spot on his lap and giving him a kiss on the lips. He smiles at you as his hands find your waist, pulling you closer into another kiss.

The two of continue your mini make-out session. "goddamn, you so fine". His hands are all over you and you moan quietly at his words before being interrupted by a knock at the door. "Y/N you're on in five!" It was someone from production letting you know it's time to go. Jey still continued to kiss you until you gently pushed him away. "Jey we gotta go," you say as he continues to kiss down your neck. You push him away with more force this time, standing up to grab your title and touch up your makeup. He gives you an annoyed look. "Once I retain my title, I'm all yours for the night. We can do whatever you want." you wink at him, heading toward the door. "Yeah?" he runs his hand over his beard, looking at you. "Bet, just know imma hold you to that baby" he says getting up and following you.

The two of you finally reach the gorilla position, waiting for your theme music to play. "You ready Uce?" he asks you. "Hell yeah, Lets do this shit!" he grabs your hand and does his classic "YEEET" that always makes you laugh. Once you hear your music, the two of you walk out hand in hand. You look at the crowd and smile. The fans love the unstoppable duo you and Jey have become. (they secretly love you more but don't tell Jey)

"Accompanied to the ring by Main Event Jey Uso, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Y/N!".

You smile hearing the announcer's introduction. You've always dreamed of being a WWE Superstar and it feels like a dream every time you walk out. The title around your waist shines against all the lights in the arena. You and Jey high-five fans as you make your way to the ring. Once reaching the ring, Jey holds the ropes open for you and holds his hand out. You take his hand, entering the ring. You climb the turnbuckles on each corner showing off your prized possession, Jey right behind you hyping you and crowd up like always. Before he leaves the ring, Jey kisses you, making the crowd go wild. "Good luck baby, you got this shit in the bag.". Your music dies down and you stare down Charlotte. You wave the title in her face, reminding her know who runs this division.

*Ding Ding Ding*

The two of yall give it your all. Clotheslines, DDTs, Dropkicks, suicide dives out the ring, you name it. Jey watches from the side of the ring constantly rooting for you, even distracting the ref if you need a minute to breathe.

"Yea Uce! Show her who the real champ!!"

"Cmon Y/N, you know how we do it"

"Get her ass good!"

You hit a crazy move? "Yeeeeet" and the crowd follows.

You finally hit Charlotte with a Superkick, paying homage to your man of course, knocking her to the ground. You climb to the top of the turnbuckle to hit your finisher. You look around at the crowd, they're chanting your name and you smile. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before hitting a Swanton Bomb on her, finally going for the pin.

1...2...3...

Here's your winner, and STILL The WWE Women's Champion, Y/N!

You slowly rise back up, the biggest smile on your face as your title is returned to you. Jey rushes to your side, hugging you, telling you how proud he is of you. He raises your hand in the air, symbolizing your victory. You raise the title up with your other hand, staring into the camera in front of you, and begin your world-famous shit-talking.

"Can't nobody take away MY title, NO ONE."

"I run this division!"

Jey stares at you in awe for a moment and adds his two cents in.

"Aint nobody on top of us Uce, some real Day One Ish, YEET!"

.°˖✧

The two of yall finally make it back to your locker room. Jey hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek down to your neck. "Damn, you did that!" You laugh at him. "I told you I was gonna beat her ass!" you say as you gather your stuff.

"I love watchin' you kick ass, just does somthin' to me baby." he says kissng your cheek again.

"Oh really?

"Whatchu mean 'oh really', you know what yo sexy ass does to me! I been told you this.". Both of yall laugh at his horny comment. "Don't think I forgot about our little comprise, we gon finish what we started on that damn couch."

You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist once more. "Trust me Jey, I didn't forget.". You lean in to kiss him, only to turn back around and continue packing. "Ooo yo ass is so lucky I love you." Once you finish packing your stuff, you walk over to your man, whos patiently sitting on the couch. "Let's get back to the hotel so I can show you how much I appreciate your endless support", you say, smirking at him, slowly turning around and heading towards the door. He quickly gets up and picks you up bridal style.

"Oh my god, Jey what the hell?!" you laugh

"You takin' too damn long and you look too damn good for me to wait any longer"

Let's just say you were in for a longgggg night.

Thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed please reblog and let me know what you thought in the comments <3

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[kyleoreillylover]

The Bloodline x Fem!Reader

Summary: What's it like being the female member of The Bloodline?

A/N: The Bloodline is one of my favorite factions, so I need to curb my love for them by writing this! Hope ya'll like it!

Since you are the youngest, by default they are very protective of you. It can be suffocating at times- and causes a lot of arguments-but you know they mean well by it.

Aside from Roman, you were the talker of the group. You had the devils tongue and a pretty face- so manipulating others came very easy to you. You and Paul surprisingly formed a friendship with each other, he was kind of a mentor to you and the both of you constantly plotted new schemes and plans to punish your opponents. The audience lived for your interactions and everyone on the roster knew if the two of you were alone that trouble was brewing for them.

Jey, Jimmy and Solo were your personal guard dogs; always being at ringside for your matches, helping you when your opponent had the upper hand, constantly being at your side during interviews, when all of you were backstage. Jey and Jimmy would shieldyou from the brunt of Romans anger, walking you to your car after the show was over to make sure you are safe. You are their little sister, and they will do anything to protect you from the harsh realities of this world.

Solo especially, the two of you are closer in age and you are closer to him than with your other brothers. He will always keep an eye out for you, making sure you are comfortable and that no one bothers you. If you tel him anyone messes with you he will without a doubt beat their ass himself, and if it is a woman he will verbally beat them and intimidate the shit out of them.

You are like the Rhea Ripley of the group, dominant as hell and making sure that your boys are dominant as well, no matter what takes. And by extension, that means you always interfere in their matches unless they specifically ask you not to. You always laugh and taunt their opponents when they go to hit you after you attack them only to realize that they can't.

And they do the same for you. Obviously they won't hit your opponents, but hitting them with a title or a chair doesn't count, right?

If Roman isn't there (which let's be honest, half the time he isn't on Smackdown) then you act as the leader. It is natural to you, you are already abrasive and everyone backstage is intimidated by you, so there's no problem.

If anyone messes with your family, they have hell to pay from you. It doesn't matter if they are a man or a woman, they are stay on the injured list for a long time either way.

If any woman is dumb enough to insult you or anger you in any way, you control your anger for the most part because you enjoy to make them sweat and wait for your revenge. It is more fulfilling making them scared and to make them watch their back than to unload all your anger on them at once.

Since Jey and Jimmy would shield you from the brunt of Romans anger, the two of you didn't really butt heads at all. But if you guys did argue, all hell would break loose.

The two of you were mirrors of each other; power hungry, manipulative, spiteful, willing to do anything and everything to stay on top. But unlike him, you had loyalty, which was the basis of all your arguments. You hated the way he treated Jey, the way he would belittle him at every turn just because he was right about Roman all along. Nothing was off limits during an argument, and the only way it ends is if the both of you put away your pride long enough to put it behind you.

You might’ve been the meanest person on the roster, but ironically you were the one your family went to if they needed comfort. When Romans mind games were too much for Jey, you were a place of solace for him, letting him hug you and cry into your shoulder, let him release his pent up emotions. You distracted Jimmy by making him laugh with your inside jokes and sarcasm whenever he felt overwhelmed. Solo rarely came to you, but when he did, no words were needed, only a hug and the company of one another. If Roman was stressed out about a match, you would take charge and make sure he had nothing else to worry about that would make him even more stressed.

it's not just the women who were intimidated by you-it was the men too. And not just because you had 4 guard dogs always looking over you, though that was a very good reason. You were the Rhea Ripley in the Bloodline for a reason. You didn't hesitate to beat a mans ass or have a match with them if they were being an idiotic pest. Reginald and Tozawa unfortunately had to learn that the hard way :)

If you got hurt from the boys' opponents, just know they are putting them six feet under. One time Drew accidentally clamored you when you shielded Roman from him, and the twins and solo made sure he couldn't walk on his own two feet and had to be stretched out by medical.

You were a famous figure on social media, so you were constantly annoying one of your brothers or cousin to take pictures of you. They would pretend to be annoyed but actually didn't mind it, especially when you would get invited to a event or premier and would bring them along.

You hate losing, and when it does happen (which is rare) you would shut everyone out, letting yourself wallow. Roman’s disappointment didn't make anything better. So Jey and Jimmy would bring you some food, crack some jokes and wait until you talked. If you didn't talk, they'd bring in Solo and leave the two of you alone. Solo wouldn't even need to say anything, he just hugs you and lets you cry into his chest and release your anger and sadness. After your finished crying, he would wipe your tears and you’d give him a thankful watery smile. He’d smile back at you and take you to get your favorite ice cream :)

All in all, you were the pillar of The Bloodline, the one who was keeping it stable, the one making sure it wouldn't fall apart. And eventually, you knew you would have to destroy it. But right now, you wanted to reap its benefits.

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[heart4reigns]

can you make one for solo 😩🙏

where the female reader is a part of the bloodline and she’s like hella badass and during a match, one of the opponents get flirty and touchy with reader and solo gets jealous (bonus pls make him call her ma 😫😝🫶🏽🫶🏽)

PROTECTIVE, solo sikoa.

warnings: curse words, teasings, slight kayfabe, misogyny, unwanted flirtings, inaccurate events

tags: ocs to fit the plot, first time writing solo i am so excited!!

summary: jealousy, jealousy

AS usual, you arrived early to practice some lines. people were looking at you as soon as you stepped inside the arena. first, it was obviously because of your intimidating persona that caught their attention. second, you were alone today. no sight of the bloodline with you. you usually were attached hip-to-hip with all of them. but today, you were scheduled to cut a promo on your own, for the sake of the storyline.

your faction members, on the other hand, were worried. the group chat was blowing up with messages.

jimmy: be careful today!!

jey: anyone messes with u i'll drive myself there

sami: me too!!!

roman: i'm sure she can handle being on her own

(y/n): suddenly ur all worried about me? what happened to spearing me last week??

jey: that was an accident

jey: solo's fault idk

solo: now why u gotta bring me into this shit

solo: take care ma

jimmy: lmao don't forget to meet other dudes for us (y/n)

solo: i'll beat ur ass rn

(y/n): i will, jimmy!! since ur little brother doesn't love me

solo: who said that

solo: (y/n)

solo: come back

his message made you laugh. everyone knew that you had a strange dynamic with him. you were well-known for your provocative behavior, always teasing everyone from left to right. while solo sikoa was known to be a tough man in the ring, but he was always weak for you. solo sikoa was insatiable and so were you to him.

you didn't have to try hard to gain his attention–he had his own ways to show affection. whether it was a small hug after every show to showing up in front of your door with a huge pout, saying that he missed you–the man was indescribable. there was one thing you noticed as your friendship (with a sexual tension) bloomed, he was very protective of you.

on stage and off stage, he always tried his best to lessen the bumps for you. everyone, even the crew, knew that the usos were always trying to get on their little brother's nerves by messing around with you. but it was never serious, they loved you with all of their hearts. roman and sami too, felt like they needed to rile up their second-youngest faction member for the sake of solo to act affectionate in front of them.

but there was one problem. someone had his eyes on you too and solo didn't like it. you were his girl. well, not officially yet–but solo was sure that he was closer to you than that man was. although he saw you flirting around with him, he couldn't help but to feel jealous. you, on the other hand, were flirting around just to get a reaction from him. you felt bad giving adam attention, but you just wanted to be with solo.

you were going to cut a promo today, building up your storyline with the bloodline. it was going to be your first time representing the bloodline on your own. you weren't nervous at all, you were on top of your game, you never messed up your matches and all your promos. "(y/n), we also have some changes for the script, i'll hand them over when you're ready!" one of the production crew knocked on the locker room door.

not another change, you thought. "alright, i'll be out in a bit!" you replied, still fixing your boots. once you were ready to go, you opened the door–only to be greeted by a familiar face. "and what are you doing here today?" your mouth curved into a smile as you walked back inside the locker room with him. "got called in by creatives for a last minute change, you're not going on your own today, ma."

of course, solo didn't have any lines, like usual. they changed the script, showcasing how strong your bond was with the enforcer. the off camera chemistry made it easier for the two of you. you were flipping through the pages, laying your head on his lap as he studied your features. "something on my face, baby?" you teased him. solo only stared at you with dead-panned eyes, trying his best not to crack a smile. "oh come on, i know you love me." you pinched his cheeks, causing him to groan. "yeah, yeah, i love you. whatever. stop pinching my cheeks." the man complained.

"i'm going to the pantry, do you want anything?" "can you please get me some water?" you nodded and stood up from your position. the walk to the pantry was filled with several crews greeting you. "hey! i haven't seen you in a bit!" you turned around and saw adam. "oh, hey! i was with solo." you saw adam's eye twitch. "no wonder, he always likes to keep you for himself! i mean i want to meet you too."

"no, sheamus' workout routine is insane. it was fun though shooting the video with him." you were still talking to adam, with two bottles of water in your hands. "i'm invited to his gym next week, i should be prepared." you chuckled at his sentence. "where you going after this?" he suddenly asked. "i'm probably going back to solo's." adam sighed. "you never have time for me, (y/n)." he complained. "i'll make time next week!"

you bid goodbye to him and entered the locker room, which was already filled with your other coworkers. "who were you with?" solo asked, taking the water from you. "adam!" you smiled, making him jealous. he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "what?" you raised a brow. "nothing." solo muttered. "come on, he's my friend!" you nudged him with your elbow. "sure, whatever you say." he dismissed you. you sighed, not wanting to continue the conversation.

solo had to keep his composure. he felt bad seeing you pout because of his dismissive attitude. truth be told, all he wanted was you–in his arms. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be rude." he apologized. "yeah, don't worry about it!" your cheery attitude made him smile. "i just don't like him being around you..." solo added. "are you jealous?" you smirked. solo didn't answer, only shrugging his shoulders in response. "aw, you're jealous!" "shut up before i kiss you in front of everyone."

the night went on and you were ready to go on stage. "(y/n), you're up in 5!" you quickly took a sip of your water, preparing yourself to go on stage. solo was right next to you, already in his attire. "looking good, baby." you winked at him. solo mumbled something you didn't catch. "here, i'll hold your belt. you can tie your boots." he saw you struggling with your shoes. it was the little things that made your heart beat faster than usual. he was always attentive to your situation. you passed him your championship belt, fixing your boots. "let's go kill this promo!" you kissed his cheeks before going out.

"accompanied to the ring by solo sikoa. the smackdown's women champion, (y/n) (l/n)!" the crowd cheered as you walked down the ramp with your chin up, savoring every moment of your entrance song. as you were doing your signature pose, solo couldn't help but to admire you. he was head over heels for you and he really couldn't wait to clock out of work just to spend time with you. people thought this on-screen romance was definitely something to look forward because of your character being the polar opposite of solo's.

you were billed as this uncontrollable character, always had something to say and always had something under your sleeves. in the bloodline, you were the one in charge when roman wasn't there. meanwhile solo, his character wasn't far from his personality. "chicago!" you yelled to the mic. "the double trouble is here tonight!" you continued, raising a finger up to pay tribute to the bloodline. "i am here with solo, behalf of the tribal chief to deliver a message for you all." you acted out the script.

"okay, calm down everyone. don't speak unless i tell you to." you rolled your eyes in annoyance. "the tribal chief said that y'all better respect me when he's not here." you announced, earning a cheer from the crowd. "other than that... next week, y'all better be prepared for solo to fight with adam, what was his full name?" you asked solo and he just stared at you. "right, right. it doesn't matter what his name is, all i know is that solo's going to beat his ass-" your sentence was cut off by adam's music.

"would you look at that, it's the fake chief and her bodyguard." the crowd booed as adam walked inside the ring, with a mic on his hand. "adam." you were having a stare down with him. "who invited you here?" you smirked, looking straight into his eyes. "i don't need an invitation, i'm allowed to be in the ring whenever i want." the brown-haired man said his lines, moving slightly closer to you, which was off-script. solo noticed that he was moving closer to you and decided to intervene.

he slightly pushed you behind him, getting in between you and adam–that made adam moved back. the crowd was always ecstatic to see solo doing his part. "now i can't speak to you without having your bodyguard shielding you? you're pretentious, (y/n)." once again, the crowd booed at his sentence. "i'm not pretentious, i am respected. get out of my face before i ruin it, see you next week pretty boy."

the promo ended and you walked backstage, ready to clock out of work. "you did great, (y/n)." you pulled him into a hug. "of course, you did great too, baby." you winked at him. "i didn't like it when that man was inches away from you." you chuckled at his jealousy. "it's okay, he didn't mean any harm." you assured him. "i know, forget it." his sentence made you smile. “come on, let's go back. we have a movie to watch!”

"i'll meet you at the car okay? need to speak to creatives for next week. it'll be quick." you nodded, parting ways with him. the locker room was full unlike before. "see you, (y/n)!" your friends waved at you and you returned the gesture. you went to the other locker room, wanting to meet sheamus because he borrowed your earphones last time you worked out together. you knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open it. to your surprise, it was adam, not a certain ginger man you wanted to see.

"came to see me, huh?" you chuckled. "i need to see sheamus actually, he has my earphones." you stated. "lies." the man laughed. "i'm getting tired of seeing your face, adam." the two of you walked inside the locker room. "hey, got my earphones?" you tapped his shoulder. "oh, (y/n)! here... thank you, you saved my life." you took the earphones from sheamus and turned around. "you sure you don't want to ditch sikoa for me?" that sentence made you shook your head. "sorry buddy, we already have plans!"

everyone knew that adam took an interest on you ever since you were drafted from raw to smackdown. creatives saw this tension and decided to add him to your storyline with solo as a duo. "i think i like you better with solo, (y/n)." santos piped in the conversation. "yeah, adam can go date money in the bank briefcase or something." montez joked. adam slung his arms on your shoulder. "come on, i think i look better with her than solo!"

"you got a problem with me?" everyone's attention shifted from you to solo. he was practically glaring daggers at adam, causing him to drop his arms. "nothing, we were all joking around." tension filled the air. backstage drama was definitely something interesting for everyone. "you ready to go, (y/n)?" solo asked. "yep, let's go! goodbye everyone, see you next week!" you left the room, but solo stayed for a bit. "keep your hands off her, man." he said to adam. "hey, you're not her boyfriend, bro." adam defended himself. solo didn't say anything and walked away. "you got a competition there, bro." sheamus patted adam's back.

you were driving back to his house, noticing the man being quiet. "something wrong?" you asked, pulling up to his garage. "nah, i just don't like adam having his hands on you." you chuckled at his response, turning off the engine. "i know i like to mess around and stuff, but i think i only have eyes for you, pretty boy." that caused him to flush–redness in his cheeks were visible to you. "oh my god, you're so cute." you couldn't help but to pinch his cheeks. "shut up, i swear to god you will the death of me, (y/n)."

"showered yet?" he saw you laying on his bed, focusing on your phone. "nah, i need to reply to my manager first and i'm too lazy." you groaned, still feeling sore from today’s work. “come on, don’t be lazy.” solo complained, dragging your body into the bathroom. “ooh, are you gonna shower with me?” you teased him. “no, i just finished like 5 minutes ago. you’re showering on your own.” you pouted in response, only earning a chuckle from him. “alright, maybe i’ll wash my hair again.” he finally gave in.

practice came and you were at the gym with your friends. “i bet solo's excited for this match." sami sat down next to you, all sweaty and ready to leave the gym. "yeah, i'm actually scared that he might break adam's bones." the man was standing inside the ring, practicing his moves with jimmy. "ay, big boy has been eyeing you. you want to prank him?" jey came from the pantry with a bottle of water in his hands. "nah, my boy needs to focus.”

that sentence made jey smirk. “your boy? since when?” he teased you. “shut up, fatu.” you rolled your eyes. “watch this.” jey faced sami, taking a seat next to you. he slung his arms on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. solo, who was focusing on his older brother, lost his temper. “ay, back up, man!” he yelled from the ring. “alright, alright. calm down!” you chuckled at their exchange. “i swear, he’s gonna break my legs someday if i don’t stop messing around with you.”

“LET’S GO, SOLO!” jimmy yelled, hyping up his younger brother who was totally annoyed by the loud noises he was making. “okay, i get it. be calm.” solo sighed. “i won’t shut up because this is a big match! you’re gonna beat adam's ass for real!” jimmy continued. “yeah, yeah! beat his ass for all of us. for our lil (y/n).” “who you calling lil (y/n)?” you entered the locker room, already in your new gear.

solo stoped wrapping his thumb with his tape to look at you. “new gear?” he asked. “yes! do i look good?" you twirled around, showing him your new gear. he opened his mouth but nothing came out. "okay then. jey, do i look good?" you nudged him with your elbow. "you look-" "don't answer that." solo cut him off, making jey giggle. "okay, i think we'll leave you alone now." sami stood up, dragging jimmy and jey out of the locker room–leaving you with you him.

"you look breathtakingly beautiful." solo blurted out, still focusing on your new gear. "now you wanna compliment me?" you poked his cheeks, causing him to groan. "yeah sorry, the guys won't hop off my ass with their teasings." the man complained. "i mean you're right... but it's just so fun teasing you, baby." you ruffled his hair. "if anyone dares to look at you, i'll actually kick their ass." he grinned. you felt a shiver run down your spine. he was always protective and you loved it.

"ah, (y/n)!" adam spotted the two of you in the hallways. "hi adam!" you greeted him with a hug. "new gear suits you, pretty girl." adam winked at you, causing solo to grunt in annoyance. "man, back off." solo said. "can't a man compliment a beautiful girl?" before solo could do anything, several familiar faces crowded the hallways. "okay, that's enough." diego, adam's faction member intervened. "bye adam!" "bye (y/n)! good luck!"

the jealousy got into solo. the show started and the entire bloodline (except for roman, of course) was already in their position. "you guys are up in 3, 2, 1..." you had a smirk plastered on your face, already in character. solo was riled up from the encounter you had with adam. he was in his zone. the walk down the ring was one of your favorite things in work. you were bumping your chest with sami, jumping around with the twins, and hyping solo up for his match. adam was already in the middle of the ring, with his faction members.

"accompanied to the ring by sami zayn. the undisputed tag-team champions, the usos. smackdown's women champion, (y/n) (l/n). solo sikoa!" the announcer yelled. the crowd went wild as they saw their favorite superstars in front of them. solo did his entrance and was ready to fight. "we know that there is tension backstage... sikoa and adam are always on each other's neck... it's all because of (y/n), how will this match play out?" the commentator narrated the situation.

"get up!" you shouted at solo from the sides. "come on, baby!" solo stood up from his position, getting ready to attack adam. his opponent, on the other hand, had his eyes on you the entire time. solo took the opportunity to pin him. "LET'S GO!" you shouted once again, but you knew how it would play out. adam kicked out before the referee counted down to 3, causing the crowd to groan. solo was baffled, sticking to the script. adam once again picked up solo and dropped him on his back.

while waiting for solo to get up, adam went off-script, which was totally normal during house shows. "where you going after this, pretty girl?" he winked at you as you felt adam's hands on your shoulders, trying to pull you closer. "what are you doing?" you mouthed to him. before jey, jimmy, and sami could do anything to intervene–adam felt his body being dragged and slammed into the mat. "that's a warning sign for anyone not to mess with sikoa's business!"

solo was furious. the walk backstage was quiet. you knew he was pissed off. "hey, you okay?" you patted his back, trying to calm him down. "what the hell was that man trying to do? touching you and all that?" his tone sent a shiver down your spine. "calm down, it's for the show..." you furrowed your brows in confusion. sure, he was always protective and you noticed the jealousy once in a while–but this was all new. you had never seen him this furious.

"hey, (y/n). good show!" adam offered you a hug, only to have solo blocking him from you. "what's your problem?" adam raised a brow. "move, me and my girl need to go somewhere after this." before you could say anything, solo took your arm and went to a now empty locker room. "girl...?" adam tilted his head.

"what's wrong with you?" you asked him, clearly confused at his fuming state. "i don't like it when he touches you," solo paused for a second. "he should know that you're mine." he continued. "i mean i get it that we always joke around by flirting and other stuff, but at this point... i'm not your girlfriend, solo. we're not officially dating." he stared at you, trying to get his mind straight. "i like you and i know that adam likes me too... but what are we?" you asked.

"i flirt around just to get a reaction from you, you know that right? i know you say that i'm yours or whatever, but when are we gonna make it official? i'm getting tired of waiting this long." you admitted, confessing your feelings. the room went quiet, the only source of sound came from the ticking clock. time went slow for the two of you. "i mean sure, if you just wanna fuck around like usual. but i think i'm in too deep."

the bleached blond-haired wrestler sat in silence. "come on, say something." you sat down in front of him. "fuck, (y/n). i love you, i've said that countless times and i want you to be with me. not anybody else. not that shithead babyface wrestler... i love you. no more messing around this time, i'm serious." you smiled at his sentence. solo sikoa finally cracked. "i love you too, baby. you have nothing to worry about from now on. i'm yours."

a/n: not my best bc i'm trying to get out of my writing slump but i hope u enjoyed it!!! requests are open like usual <3

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[raenizza]

"I'm Right Here."

Summary: Jey Uso quickly comforts Reader after experiencing a panic attack.

Word Count: 1,208

Trigger Warnings: This work contains content that includes symptoms of panic attacks/disorders.

Author’s Note: Hi Loves, so I’ve decided to switch it up a bit and write a Jey comfort oneshot. I feel like it is well-needed during this time around. Please Enjoy and Leave feedback (I love reading y’all’s comments btw <3)

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Bills. Bills. Bills. Work. Work. Work. 

That’s all you’ve been thinking about for the past month. The number of things that need to get done, the time it takes for said things, and most importantly how it all will affect you and your future. 

It’s already bad enough that the house needs renovating once again and that the entire process alone is physically draining you. From hiring contractors to getting in contact with the city for a permit, shit is getting more and more difficult by the day. Let’s not forget your academic plan on getting your master's degree, adding more pressure to the plate.

All this circles your mind as you sit in your bedroom deep in thought. The worst part about it is that you’re not even sure if it's going to be worth it in the end. 

 Everything sounds so good in theory but to put the actual work in seems so overwhelming. You start to think about your marriage and how that will play a part in your future. You want to do what makes you happy but what kind of sacrifices will that make? And how will affect the way your husband may feel? Or most importantly, how you will feel?

All this worrying started to cave in on you as you looked outside your window, watching Jey mow the lawn and gather materials in the garden. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of nausea and chills as you overlook the things going on in your life. The very thought of you losing the love of your life triggered something in you. Losing Jey was the very last thing on your mind because you know how much he loves you. 

You start thinking of yourself as useless as they come comparing the things you do for him and vice versa. Your breathing heavied and your hands started to tremble at the very thought. You quickly shift your body around, back against the wall facing the side of the bed. You then heard the back door opening from downstairs, you pulled down onto the floor in shame.

Jey had decided to take a 15-minute break after doing some garden work and wanted to check in and see how you were doing.

“BABE!!” Jey screams from downstairs. He looked around in the kitchen for you and then the living room. It was pure silence. He walked up to the bottom of the staircase.

“BABY!! YOU UPSTAIRS??!!” Once again. Met with silence. Jey figured something wasn’t right. 

He walked into the bedroom and heard something in the far left corner. As he walked in closer, he sees you on the floor hyperventilating by the window.

Jey comes sprinting to you, coddling you as quickly as possible. “BABY??” he screamed out to you as he knelt down to your level.

“Baby take a deep breath.” You couldn’t believe what was happening to your body. Everything just happened so fast. One moment you’re standing up and now you’re on the floor. You couldn’t even hear anything, just Jey’s voice muffled in the background as you looked around the space near you.

“Baby!! Y/N/!”

“I- … I-..I-” you gasped out. Unable to get a single word in.

“Baby, look just Breathe.”

“Breathe in!!” Jey says to you. You can finally hear him a bit more clearly. So you quickly breathed in for a second.

“Now Breathe Out!!” Following suit you did just as. Jey looks into your eyes as he repeats it to you a couple more times. 

“One more time.” 

“That’s it, you got it, baby girl,” Jey reassures you every which way he can. 

“Just mimic me alright?” as he placed your hand on his chest. 

Then Jey starts to ground you a bit, this is not his first rodeo, so he begins to get tangible . You, on the other hand, still looking around the room instead of him, scared and not knowing what to even do at this point. Your hands are trembling so bad he decided to take them into his and massaged them slowly.

“Baby look here.” Jey points to one of his tattoos on his left arm.

“You see this tattoo right here?  You see how this one curves up?” Your eyes dart straight to his brown skin.

Jey knows you love his tattoos, especially the ones on his arms and chest. You lay on his chest every single night before bed caressing, tracing, and admiring them with each and every single detail. This is what calms you down. This is what brings you back.

“ Look at this one right up here.” He then points to the one above it. 

“This one…this one means peace baby. You bring peace to me.” Hands still trembling, your fingers hovered over his tattoo, making contact. 

“Now this one” he points to another. Your index finger just slightly grazing on it. The sounds of your pounding heart lower.

“This one right here, I got for you. This one means that you are everything to me and so much more.” He says to you in a soft and gentle manner. 

“It symbolizes my love for you.” From fingertips, to now full hand placed on the tattoo. It was the only one on his arm that was colored in,  your favorite color to be exact.

Jey watched you work your way up his arm, as your breathing slowed and posture relaxed. Even your face softened. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting a tear drop fall as you slid your hand up and down his tatted arm.

“I’m so sorry.” you whispered to him.

“It’s okay baby. Don’t apologize.” He says to you as he held your arms.

“I’m all here.” Jey reassures once more. Causing the chills that took over your body once upon a time to disappear, feeling warmth and comfort to his words. After a moment of breathing and quietness, you opened your eyes darting right back on his tattoos.

“It’s okay baby, you can look up at me.” Jey places his index on underneath your chin guiding your face to align with his.

“What’s troubling you?”

“Every…thing” you said lowly. 

“Baby I understand that shit may seem a bit overwhelming, especially with the renovations and everything in between-”

“It’s not just that. I just…I just don’t feel like I am enough.” you pleaded to him.

“Like…like I’m not enough for you-” 

“No. no baby, you are always enough for me. Don’t ever say no shit like that, okay.” 

“I love you for who you are and the kind of love that you give is out of this world and I am forever grateful. Do you understand?” Jey, not breaking eye contact, kisses you deeply and passionately. 

“Mmmkay? I Love you baby, and I ain’t going anywhere. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.” 

“I will always be yours, no matter what.” Jey hugs you tight and then proceeds to kiss your forehead. He picked you up off the ground and headed to the bed. Laying on his back with your head placed right on his chest. With his exposed chest and through his sweaty white tank top, you traced more of his tattoos on his right breast.

“You promise?’

“I promise.”

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[casinoroyale]

Hi everyone!! Theseus cquackity viceduo zombur revivebur here.

This blog has seen several hiatuses (my bad seriously my bad), and bouts of irregular posting. So I'm sure people who regularly check it have noticed that we (Fiona @quackbur and I) haven't been posting daily anymore and haven't for a bit now. So below the cut I'm gonna talk more about that, and our plans for this blog going forward

For starters, I love roleplaying on this blog so much, as does my cohost Fiona @quackbur. Fiona has done so, so much writing for this and I feel kind of bad for taking her credit over the past two or so years, so props to her for being such a good sport and for everything she's done. This blog wouldn't exist without the shared passion she had for it.

To get sappy, I love the friends I've made in bedrockverse, they remain some of my best and closest companions. I would not trade the times I've spent with them for the world. Beau, Holly & co, Met & Co, and Thunderbottles are some of the loveliest, most supportive, and insanely talented people I have ever had the pleasure of writing with and meeting.

This includes people who aren't part of the bedrockverse that I've written with!! Shoutout to Javi anonymous-jey casino-duckling, TGM the-g-m duckofthelaw, and AD anonymous-dentist therealnoodleman. It was so much fun bringing all the quackverses together, and I respect all of you so much as writers.

AND that also includes EVERYONE who has interacted with her!!!!!!!!!! Everyone who has sent asks (thank you so much, sorry we're terrible at replying), reblogged threads, commented, posted/liveblogged, DREW FAN ART (BLOWS OUR MINDS. THERE'S BEEN SO MUCH INCREDIBLE ART CREATED, WE CANNOT THANK ALL OF YOU ENOUGH), even just liked a thread, thank you. Seriously, it has meant a lot to us to be part of this community, and have so many people enjoy this blog. Insert Pitbull image happy you enjoyed.

So, going forward it would make us really happy if you all pictured casinoroyale as happy. He has songbird-sunrise, goofygoop, and a nation full of citizens that she loves. She babysits for tubbolul and latenightmining, and terrorizes rp!emduo not infrequently. All we really wanted was to bring c!quackity to a happy place and I feel we've done that. Of course he still has shit days, as a ptsd baddie, but the good days are more common. And if we never get to it (though I hope someday we do, maybe in the form of a collaborative one-shot or fic) know that casinoroyale and songbird-sunrise DO eventually get [REDACTED]. And one of them DOES get [REDACTED]. That was always the plan! Yay! [REDACTED]!

Not to say that we don't have more arcs planned for this blog, because we do! I just don't know when/if/how they'll ever get written, especially because a lot of my friends have moved on from their rp blogs as well. But I really do still feel happy with where he's at and happy with everything I've done. This is a project I'm really, really proud of and I will always look back on fondly.

None of this means that I'm not interested in c!Quackity or DSMP as a whole anymore, either. Actually that couldn't be further from the truth. But now I'd like to be able to focus on fics, and other forms of writing, which I've been doing more recently :D actually, you can read a short one shot I posted for exile's anniversary HERE

If you've made it this far into this long, sappy post, THANKS!!!!!! The TLDR; this blog is on an indefinite hiatus, and won't be returning to its formal glory, and that's okay. We had a really good run. Now, off we go to other things

[saintmagx]

✨ Cruel Summer ✨

Part 2

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso × reader (briefly)

AN: If you’d like tagged, let me know 💖

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity (if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn't follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ Said I’m fine but it wasn’t true, I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you ✨

The match was going off without a hitch, I had Charlotte in a headlock ready to execute my finisher when I’m taken down from behind by Rhea, the plan was for her to beat me down then escape through the crowd laughing and holding her title up high, I sold the beat down like a pro and the heat she was getting was phenomenal. Corey Graves and Michael Cole were doing their part on commentary making this look like a sickening attack, though as per his character Corey was doing his best to be a little shit that he is and side with the heel superstar. Smackdown ended with me out cold in the middle of the ring. What a way to kick off this rivalry.

Backstage, Gorilla

Back in the gorilla I’m met with hunter.

“Amazing job out there yn!”

“I’m afraid that was all Demi, I just followed her lead.”

A thick Aussie accent fills the gorilla.

“Nah, don’t sell yourself short yn, I wouldn’t have been able to look half as good if your selling of the beat down wasn’t as great.”

I’ve finally come face to face with demi, her aura radiates confidence and raw sex appeal.

“Okay ladies, you both did good.” Hunter states “but now, we have to incorporate the Uso’s into this, so next week on Smackdown the Judgement Day will meet the Uso’s.”

There is a real buzz backstage about this upcoming Smackdown. I just hope it’s something that the fans can really sink their teeth into.

Yn interview (TD segment)

“I always try and look at social media after a match, everyone things I’m crazy but honestly I need to know how it’s coming across to the fans.”

“If something isn’t working or isn’t believable you best believe the WWE universe will make their opinions known.”

Yn picks up her phone and goes into twitter.

“See, look at these comments.”

Mami vs yn????? TAKE MY MONEY NOW #smackdown #wwe

Mami stepping all over yn, me next jkjkjk unless👀 @RheaRipley_WWE #smackdown

Rhea why????? What did yn do to you :( #wwesmackdown

My two favourite woman beefing ���� this will go down as the greatest rivalry ever!!!!!!!!!! #wwe #smackdown

“Okay, yeah some are a bit more extreme than others, but it shows that what we are doing, the story we are trying to tell is getting over with the fans. I just hope the Uso’s and Judgement Day can pull it out the bag too.”

The next day after I’m on television, I always wake up to messages from family and friends congratulating, consoling or just trying to get details out of me about what’s happening next, but my lips are sealed.

If I don’t see Jon, Trin or Josh before leaving the arena I always have multiple messages from them too, and today was no different.

J 💖

Get yo ass ready, we going for breakfast

Or we could stay in and I’ll have breakfast 👀

Did you get message?

You better be getting ready!!!!

I’m leaving now

Yn?

*10 missed calls J 💖*

Shit.

As I’m getting up, I hear banging from the other side of my hotel room, I don’t have to guess what, or who is making that noise. Opening the door, I’m greeted with an unamused Josh.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls or texts? I thought something had happened to you!”

“Well as you can see, I’m fine, so if you don’t mind, I need to get ready for breakfast.”

As I turn to walk away, I’m pulled into the familiar arms of his, my forbidden safe place. If Josh knew I was harbouring these feelings for him, this would all stop, and I could potentially lose him and I’m not ready for that.

Whispering into my ear he says the one thing I’ve been desperate to hear:

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for yesterday and the way I acted when you were talking with Orton, I know he’s just a friend but fuck, I hate when other men talk to my girl.”

“Your girl? So, are you mine then too?” I say sarcastically, knowing his answer.

He smirks “You know all this can’t be tied down.”

As much as we have had this conversation before, and I already knew his answer - it hurt but I couldn’t let him see that.

“Exactly Josh, so how about we cut the bullshit and call this for what it is? Two friends having fun.”

He spins me around and lifts my chin so I’m looking at him, his eyes dark and fiery – he was pissed.

“Okay, lets call it for what it is, you are mine.”

His large soft lips engulf my own, filling my body with the same euphoric feeling I always get with him.

“Now go get ready, Trin and Jon are waiting for us.”

At Breakfast (TD Segment)

“Hey girl, you took your time.”

“Ay did my brother try keep you from us AGAIN?”

“Trin, I overslept and Jon no one can keep me from you guys.” I say sitting next to Trin.

No matter what I’m going through, being with my family always makes me feel better. My happy place.

“Ya’ll mind if I sit?”

Joseph Fatu. As much as we run in the same circles, I’ve only ever met him once and that was in Hunters office. From what Trin and the boys have told me he’s quiet at first, but when he warms up, he is truly a special soul.

“Sit yo ass down, you aint gotta ask uce.”

I can see the Fatu resemblance. The dark mysterious eyes, the infectious smile and in contrast the brooding stare. These boys have good genes. My eyes start to wonder to the ink across his arms, studying each piece as if I was an art enthusiast. Looking back up I see his eyes are already on me with the signature Fatu stare, I smile and return to my conversation with Trin, hoping he hadn’t realised how long id been staring.

Unbeknownst to me, the waitress that had been serving us had been making heart eyes at Josh the entire time, and he had noticed this. Whether it was to get back at me for speaking up earlier or Josh being Josh, he started flirting with her at the table, she was over exaggerating her laugh and he was pulling out all the usual material that worked on these types of women. Watching him flirting wasn’t something knew and normally I wouldn’t bother much, however they exchanged numbers and arranged to meet up tonight. My stomach became heavy, and I felt like I was going to throw up, my heart was breaking once again and the cause? Josh Fatu.

Trin and Jon interview (TD segment)

“I love my brother deeply, but he is such an idiot.”

“Flirting with another girl right when yn is sitting at the table? That’s messed up.”

“Yeah Jon, your right your brother is an idiot. How could he do that to her?”

My eyes begin to sting as I excuse myself. This behaviour is nothing knew but each time it happened it took a little piece of me. Why did I have to fall in love with him of all people?!

tagged: @southerngirl41 @christinabae @raya-hunter01

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[zillasvilla]

Beyond the lights

Chapter Six: Non-disclosure Agreement

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black!Original Character.

Summary: Let’s just say Soraya’s day started out fine, got better only for shit to hit the fan.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors DNI : use of foul language.

A/N: I use the same tag-list for all of my works.

Song: Megan Stallion x NDA

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since the release of Conceited. Soraya had sent the rap industry in an uproar over her debut to the hip-hop industry. It had also been a month since she last saw her man. She knew with the Royal Rumble coming up, he would be busier than normal. Although the recent praise she has been receiving comes to a standstill. 

Soraya sat with her manager and lawyer in a meeting room. A Death Row Records conference area to be exact. Their counselors were present, along with them, and someone she was hoping she would never see again.

“My artist here is prepared to sign a non-disclosure agreement to never speak of her or their relationship in a negative light if she agrees to produce and compose his music.”

She lets out a surprised chuckle, confusing not only her team, but the men across from her. 

“What’s so funny?”

She waves her hand amid her laugh. They were seeking to negotiate his career, and she thought it was laughable. He honestly thought she was going to write his music, let alone produce for him again? He has another thing coming. Soraya quieted herself down, wiping the lone tear that dripped down her face.

“Whew,” she exhales out with a smile. She turns to him, showing him an ounce of attention he’d been wanting since the minute she arrived. “Need I remind you? We signed an NDA two years ago.” 

  At the mention of the NDA, her manager pulled out several of the original documents they both signed, including the signatures of the advocates present at the time as witnesses.

“NDAs carry a statute of limitations them.” His attorney indicates, skimming through the various pages.

“That is correct. However, this one does not.” Naraya, her manager, speaks. Before his counselors could object, his mush mouth looking self spoke. 

“You think you're the shit, huh bitch?” He stares her down, trying to intimidate her. She wasn’t budging, she turns to her advocate, while he whispers in her ear. She nods and rises up, collecting her things. Dame watches with a sneer. Soraya pulled out her phone, a slight grin forming on her face.

Jey 💙: Flight lands in a few hours.

Naraya continues, emphasizing the critical sections. “If you read section four, subsection b, it states that the business arrangement is void if he belittles or refuses to clear her name. If I can recall, two years ago, she received backlash from his fans and several others when he referred to her as a mistress.”

My place or yours.

Dame frowns, seeing the smile on her face. The same smile she gave him when they first got together. “No one belittled this bitch name. She did that herself by taking down my catalogue.”

”What my client is trying to express…“

It had turned into a battle of the counselors, everybody speaking over each other, until Naraya stood up and replayed his interview with Roxanne Wethers on the conference television. They fixate on the screen as he calls Soraya a deranged fan who took his act of kindness too far. Stamping her as the mistress. Soraya tunes out the rest of the conversation. Bouncing on her legs lightly, watching the three messages dance across her screen.

Jey 💙: surprise. Be ready at 8.

Soraya could feel him walking towards her: something she learned out of fear while being with him. He pauses a few feet away. A slight scowl etched on his face. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore; it was all behind her, and it was going to stay that way. Soraya needed to cut all connections with him. 

“Weak ass bitch.” He initiates. Her eyes roll, glancing down into her purse, cutting him off while clutching object in her fist.

“We’re not doing this back and forth. I have shit to do, and you’re not fuckin’ my day up.”

“Tough shit.” He sizes her up, knowing the minute he called her out ther name, she would get riled up, and act out. Soraya was unfazed by his intimidation tactics.

“Dame, I think you forgot about the real reason we signed those NDAs.” Everybody is confused, but the way Dame’s face sank had her eyebrows arched into a knowing smirk. She brings the object between her fingers, a black, and red USB drive. 

Dame was glaring her down, knowing what was on the thumb drive. He gets a step closer. She kisses her teeth and takes a step back. “We go our separate ways, and you still have a chance at a career.”

Dame, with a tilt of his head, let out a threatening chuckle, his fingers pressing against his bottom lip. “You trying to extort me?”

Soraya, with a shrug of her shoulders, drops the USB drive back in her purse and crosses her arms. “You keep my name out of your mouth and I keep yours out of mine, simple as that.”

Their parties are watching the interaction go down, hoping it didn’t escalate. They didn’t have time to deal with assault charges. His team was only worried about reviving his career. She just wanted this to be finished. A slow lick of his lips, and a nod of his head. He stares at her, seeing the icy stare in her eyes. 

“Okay.”

She claps her hands together. “Excellent, we're done here.”

He watches her and her team leave. He was starting to think she was bluffing. However, he wasn’t about to test that theory just yet.

Soraya rushed into her home, tossing her shoes in the closet next to her door. She frowned at the messiness of her living area. She didn’t have time to clean like she wanted to. Soraya settled for putting everything back in place. The knock on the door had her anxious. Glancing at the time on the clock above her fireplace read three-thirty. She realized it wasn’t Jey.  The hammer was relentless. Taking slow steps to the door, she opened it.

A look of annoyance plaster on her face. She leaves the door open and steps away to finish cleaning.

“Oi! Is that any way to treat your siblings?” Her oldest brother, Zyaire, expresses, leading the pack of them in the home. 

“You could’ve called.” Soraya states, finally turning to peer at them. 

“Oh, so you can send it to voicemail again. We gotta pop up.” Zyaire wanders up to her, tugging her into a tight hug. She softens in his embrace, hugging him back. Growing up, he always gave the best hug, and knew when to give them. 

“I’m busy.” She mutters, pushing him back. He snickers and pats his chest. He takes a seat on her couch.

“You’re constantly busy.” Shiloh, her older sister, tells her, sitting next to her Zyaire. The two of them were well into their late thirties and looked amazing for their age. She had hoped to look just as good as them when she aged. It didn’t make it any easier when her twin brothers were born, well into their early thirties and looking like they were teenagers. 

“She is a platinum recording artist.” Duke, one twin, speaks, his head stuffed in her fridge. 

“Don’t forget, she’s a dancer, writer, and producer.” Dennis adds, in the kitchen right along with his twin, raiding her pantry. She had hoped they would leave Jey’s snacks that hid in the back alone. She bought them for him.

” Baby sis, stay busy.” Zyaire stares at her. “So who is he?”

Soraya glances at him, confused. “Huh?”

“Huh.” He mocks. “Who is he, Raya?” Zyaire had noted the men’s shoes in a bin next to her couch, the random bottles of cologne on her kitchen island. His sister was seeing someone. 

“There is no he..” She starts, unsure if he was serious or just joking. 

“She must think we dumb.” Zyaire cuts her off, laughing with the twins. Soraya tucks a lip between her teeth, feeling small under her brother's presence. She loathed communicating to him. He was constantly trying to be somebody’s daddy. Their own dad didn’t speak to them this way.

“Is it Dame?” He frowns at her now. He had hoped it wasn’t him. Zyaire couldn’t stand the nigga, and would rather lay hands on him for how he treated his little sister. Shiloh smacks his shoulder, seeing the overprotective part of him coming out. A part of him she knew all too well.

“What, she let this nigga bitch her out?” The amount of yelling that occurred gave Soraya a headache. She didn’t hear what they said as she raced up the stairs to her room. They could let themselves out, she thought. She goes in her bathroom and shuts the door behind her, locking it before sitting on the wall to clear her mind for a minute.

Soraya cared for her siblings, but sometimes, they could be too much. Especially with the large age difference between them. They were fun, but by the time she was old enough, they were already out of the house and experiencing life. They treated her like a baby. Gentle knocks on the door breaks her trance. 

“Raya.”

She frowns, hearing her sister’s voice. “The boys left. Just me.” She stands, opening the door, she turns the light on to her closet. Shiloh watches her walk through the rack of clothes. Soraya was always a perfectionist, and it trailed into her everyday life. Her wardrobe was color-coded and by the season. The blue and white WWE gear stood out like a sore thumb. A small smirk forms on Shiloh’s face. 

“It’s Joshua, isn’t it?” 

Soraya wondered what gave it away, but it didn’t surprise her, she guessed, without asking questions. After all, she was engaged to his cousin, Joe. She smiles at the thought of the couple's dates with her sister and cousin Trinity. She grabs a dress from a hanger, letting it rest on her body. 

“You think this is too much for a date?” She turns to Shiloh, glancing at her. Shiloh has a small smile on her face.

 “Yeah, did he say where he was taking you?” 

“Nope.” She sighs, tossing the gown somewhere, shocking her sister, as Soraya hated clothes on the floor. “He just said to be ready at 8.”

Shiloh had spent the better part of the day helping her younger sister get ready. Soraya had told her about how they've been together officially for a month now, and it had happened recently. 

“So, are you guys going public?” 

Soraya, putting on her heels, shakes her head. “No.” She stands up, running her hands through her hair, fluffing out the tight curls.

” Did he agree to that?”

A soft knock came at her door. Looking at the clock, it was eight on the dot. “I’m not ready to tell anyone.” She grabs her phone and purse, leaving her sister to watch her leave. The long trek down the stairs had her anxious. Her hand grasps the doorknob, twisting it open. On the other side, he stood dressed in a white shirt and light-washed distressed jeans. In his hands, he carried a vase of flowers. 

“Hi.” she whispers, feeling giddy under his affectionate gaze. She walks closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. His lips press delicately to her cheek, inhaling her expensive scent. 

“Hey pretty girl. Are you ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

“Hi Jey.” They glanced back, and her sister was standing behind her. “Don't worry. The secret is safe with me.” She lifts her fingers in scout's of honor. “Have her back home in a reasonable hour, yeah?”

Jey laughs lowly with a nod, holding Soraya’s hand in his own. “I got chu.” He leads Soraya out to his truck. Opening the passenger side for, he leans down. “You look sexy tonight, mamas.”

Soraya appreciated her deeper complexion, any brighter, and you would see the warm flush of her cheeks turning red. He plants a brief peck on her lips. The door slamming shut as he went to his side.

The ride was short, but agonizing. His large hand resting on her thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into her skin. The powerful scent of wood and musk filled her nose, making her eyes roll at how the smell suited him. His new mullet hairstyle shaped his head perfectly, stopping at the base of his collar. The black strands of hair curling wildly away from his neck

“Where are you taking me?” She eventually breaks the comfortable silence. 

“A surprise.” He keeps it short. He shivers at her nails grazing the skin on his nape. He briefly closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. He puts his focus on the road. 

“I don’t do surprises.” 

His eyebrow arches in amusement, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. “You’ll love this one.”

Soraya loved the surprise. His hands were placed on her waist as he guided her to a restaurant that had to be reserved months in advance. She had complained to him about being on the waitlist for just a reservation. 

“How do you-How did you do?” She turns to stare at him. A triumphant smirk appeared on his face.

“I pulled a few strings.”

Their table wasn’t ready, so they remained in a secluded section, soothing music playing in the background. Soraya pressed her back against his chest, letting him hug her from behind, pressing tender kisses along the side of her face.

“Missed you so much.” He grumbles, swaying them side to side.

“I missed you more.” Soraya murmurs, turning in his arms. She wraps his arms around his neck, wishing to be buried in his skin, but this would have to do.

” We have to talk about it.” 

“About what?” Soraya knew what, she had hoped he would forget about it.

”Us and the privacy of our relationship.”

She struggles to step back, but his grip on her was firm. He dreaded this conversation just as much as she did. They were living on the high of being together, and have yet communicated to each other about what they wanted from each other.

“I don’t want everyone to know.” She mumbles. “At least, not yet.”

He had a hint on why she remained private, and he was okay with that, or he thought he was. “We can at least tell our folks yea?”

The silence between them was thick. On one hand, her sister already knew, and she was bound to spill it to her family, more so because she wasn’t doing it the traditional way. Her Samoan culture refused to let her keep it from family, and she hated she was deep-rooted in her heritage, but embraced the gentle gestures that came with it. She realized it wasn’t fair to force him keep it from his family. 

A sharp breath leaves her lips, his coarse hand smoothing up and down her back. Jey’s eyes never left her face, watching the subtle crease in her eyebrows when she took out out her phone. The vivid red lettering caught his eyes.

XL Artist, Dame has released several documents. In those documents, he implicates recording artist Soraya as an associate in his endeavors. 

She places her phone back in her bag, not wanting to spoil the night. He could tell her mood was sour. He shifts her to his other side, guiding her to a chair, making her sit. She watches him, confused. Jey, with a slight tug of his jeans to adjust them, sits at one of the many pianos. 

His finger glides smoothly over the keys, piecing together a melody of notes, using his skills as a way of distracting her. A soft smile on her face at the hidden talent. She uses her phone to sneak a quick picture before they were seated. Refusing to put any distance between them, He squishes her in the booth, making her giggle.

“No space, huh?” 

“Nope. I haven’t seen or touched you for a month.” He leans down next to her ear. “I also can’t do this if I’m on the other side.”

Before she could ask what he meant, his hand closest to her found its way up the white dress she was wearing, fingers treading carefully in uncharted territory. The pads of his fingers teasing along the band of her underwear. 

“Jey.” she warns, breathing hitching in her throat at the contact of his fingers drawing back the band to slip his fingers inside her soaked underwear.

He presses his lips to her ear, leaving delicate kisses along the shell. “Are you wet for me?” He murmurs, his tone dangerously deep. An appreciative sigh leaves her own, with a nod. He works her up gradually, moving his fingers in tight circles until her thighs crush his hand. 

“So fuckin’ wet, princess.” He sighs, pulling his hand back. She watches him aroused at the way he sucked his fingers clean, wanting his mouth where his fingers were.

The meal was fairly nice. He splurged on the tasting menu, knowing she would have a hard time picking what she wanted to try first. They ate in a comfortable silence, bringing up their likes and dislikes, reminiscing about the moment they almost got together. So into each other, they hadn’t noticed the lack of people in the restaurant. 

“What do you want from me?” He asks the question that was burning in the back of his head. He had hoped she could see a future with him. She was it for him and god willing, she would be his wife one day. Soraya, knowing what he was asking, shuffled into her seat. Her hands reached down to grab his own, intertwining their fingers together. “Long-term, short -term, or what do you want?” He questions.

She was surprised by the question. She figured they were together, and in an actual relationship. “I thought we made it official?”

Jey flexes his shoulders back, taking a small sip of the now watered-down coke. “We did.” He shifts around in the booth to lean back and look at her. Her soft brown eyes staring up at him. “We just need to set some expectations.”

She groans. “It’s that conversation.”

“Yes, it’s that conversation.” He chuckles, moving the arm that was holding her hand to rest around her back. His large hand rubbing circles on the bare flesh of her thigh. “I’ll start.” His legs instinctively spread on, allowing her own to drape over his thighs. “I want honest and open communication between us. I just want you to know you can trust and feel protected with me.”

She does. The moment he saved her three years ago, she knew he was a safe space. He was her safe space. He continues on about trust, and honestly, he rambles on making sure he forgot nothing. She places a tender smooch on his mouth, shutting him up. His lips moving against hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on his chest before pushing him back when he tried to deepen the kiss. She needed a a minute to breathe. Just kissing him made her dizzy in the best way possible. 

“You’re it for me Joshua.” It was entirely true. If this didn’t work out with him, she was going to stay single for life. She wasn’t going to find anyone like him. He disregards her calling him by his government, liking how it sounds when she said it.

“Good.” He whispers before kissing her again, distracting her from his movement and digging his hand in his pocket. A soft thud hitting the table pulls her back. “I have something for you.” 

Soraya peeks at the small brown leather-skin box in his hand. A small smile forms on her face when she grabs it. The box wasn’t new, just new to her. The same box his cousin Joe had given her sister before they made it official. Her fingers smoothed over the flat corners, tracing the patterns of the ridged leather. He watches in anticipation as she opens the box. A surprised gasp leaving her lips. 

“Joshua.” She whines.

”Mhm, open it.” He urges with a smile.

Lifting the piece of fabric in the box, her look of surprise turns into a small pout. She runs her fingers along the small white pearls that were woven around the band. It feathered down to the center where a white flower rested on a leather cut-out. In its center was a small blue-lavender moonstone. She realized he must have talked to Joe. He was the only person who knew about her family’s love of pearls and birthstones. A soft sigh leaves her mouth, leaning up to kiss him. He welcomes the kiss. Though, the present may be pointless to some. It was something they shared, being of Samoan culture. The gifting of jewelry to represent the new relationship. Usually, the present from the guy to the girl. There were countless other rules they were skipping. They would deal with the consequences later.

The constant buzzing of their phones frustrated them as they left the restaurant. Hand in hand, they both pull out their phones. His brows arched, confused. He felt her tense, and he didn’t have to look at her to know she was fuming. 

Recording artist Soraya, mentioned in a recent court case against the mother of Dame’s child. She says Soraya knew the nature of her relationship with Dame and continued to pursue him. She then retaliated against him when he came out about the true nature of their affair. Hence, her name Fatal, Attraction. It is also said she was the one who fed his addiction, then sent him to rehab as a way of controlling him.

Rap artist Dame has confirmed these allegations with an interview at the breakfast club.” Yeah man, I met her in the studio, told her I had a girl. She didn’t care. I finally broke away from her crazy ass, and she pulled strings to get my catalog removed. Bitch is insane. I pray for anyone who’s tapping that.”

He thought she was bluffing and called her bluff. Don’t worry, she had a surprise for him.

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(a/n): ill be honest, i never intended to write anything on this blog. as a college student with a job, a bitch be tired asf. but, writing is my happiness. so is delusion ;). complete inspiration comes from @itjazzbicch and their “Cheiftess” series.

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Parings: Dom!Roman Reigns x Black!Female Interviewer

Warnings: enemies to lovers????maybe still enemies. Smut. Lots of Smut. Swearing. Don’t interact if you’re under 18. ion like prison.

*NOT EDITED. SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSE OF PRESENT/PAST TENSE*

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*takes place in 2021, feud between Roman Reigns vs Kevin Owens.*

It was Friday; Another boring ass Friday. The only difference was that he was here. And today, Jesus was he mad. But that’s just him nowadays anyway. Maybe it was due to the fact of Kevin Owens calling him out repeatedly. If there was one thing Roman Reigns refused to tolerate, it was disrespect. Disrespect to him meant disrespect to his family, his bloodline. Everyone in the arena already knew what he was capable of when he felt his heritage was disrespected. And best believe nobody wanted to engage with those consequences.

Over the last few months, since Roman’s return, he’s had a complete fucking identity change. He came back with a badass attitude, ready to take on anyone who was a threat to him and his family. His ego boost was on 100, with no sight of it coming back down to earth. But between you and your late-night thoughts? His persona, the “Tribal Chief,” had you imaging shit you didn’t even know could be possible. You knew that man could turn and twist you in ways that could be so pleasurable you could forget your name by only thinking about it.

As a backstage interviewer covering for Renee, while she enjoyed the beauty of her pregnancy with her husband, Jon, and you were temporary for now. Still, rumors swirled backstage on whether you’d stay. Stephanie and the other backstage crew mentioned more than once before how they loved how you can get into the superstars' minds during their interview. You gave a talk, unlike other interviewers—who were playing around the bush and being corny. You asked questions that could make them shiver or test their confidence. Or both.

You were on your way to your interview point, to interview Roman. Which you already knew was going to be dreadful. With how he treated Kayla during her interview, you knew he already had multiple insults ready for your questions. Little did he know you had something for his ass had he decided to pull it.

“You’re late.” He growls, readjusting his championship, Paul and Jey behind him

“I’m right on time. I said at 8:30, and it’s currently 8:30.” You smartly answer, taking your mic from one of the production members

“You’re supposed to be here when I’m here. I don’t give a damn about what time it is.” He snarls in your direction, “You have a once in a lifetime opportunity, don’t blow it.”

“I’ll assure you I won’t, Tribal Chief.” You give him a challenging smile

You clear your throat and smooth out the wrinkles in your skirt under his intense gaze at you before looking at the camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am currently here right now with our Smackdown WWE Champi—”

You were cut off as Roman placed his hand over the mic stopping the sound, “No, no, no, baby girl. If you want to introduce me, you’re going to do it right. Paul.” He calls for as he stepped aside for the short stubby man to speak

You roll your eyes as you lean your mic over to Paul—who held a grin on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, myself, and your lovely interviewer y/n are currently grateful to be in the presence of Head of the table, Smackdown WWE Champion, and ‘your’ Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns.” Paul giddily recites into the mic

“Okay, so Roman, last week you unleashed a brutal attack on Kevin Owens. You believe that you have to make him fear you, but are you starting to think his words are getting into your head?”

Roman lets out a chuckle before turning to Paul and Jey, “You see what I mean now? We give people like her chances in a million, and they blow it on stupid questions. Kevin Owens is irrelevant, just like you’re about to be. Find a better question. Next.”

You kiss your teeth before, letting out an aggravated sigh. With Roman’s new ego boost, you and practically everyone else in the arena wanted to sucker punch him in his face. And you planned to do so on your last day here.

“Do you feel as though, by using Jey as a pawn, you’re allowing yourself to get too comfortable? By using Jey as a backup, you make yourself an easy target to attack. Maybe other superstars think It’ll be easy to use him to make you riled up?” You question with a slight smirk

“Another dumb question. Ever since I took Jey under my wing, he’s been the main event three times in a row. I love my cousin. I’m a provider. I get riled up when I sense disrespect. Disrespect to me is disrespect to my family, my bloodline. Everything my family worked for will only be recognized with respect and decency, not in a silly conversation or this interview. If anybody would like to test that theory of me as a target, they can try; they won’t get too far.” He responds in a healthy, confident tone

“Jey, would you agree? Those people who disrespect your family will be dealt with? Perhaps in the same fashion, he’s dealt with you?”

Strikeout.

You knew that was the easiest way to get to Roman; Through Jey’s head. He also made his blood boil by mentioning the gruesome beating Roman gave to Jey in their matches.

Roman stated multiple times that the beatings Jey endured were well deserved in all aspects. He also hated when Jey answered any questions about it. He knew that by Jey telling his story of their bond, it would be dangerous to take it and misuse the information, making Roman vulnerable.

Roman gave Jey a side glare—silently telling him to choose his words carefully—before turning to Paul with an impatient expression.

“No...you know….” Jey stammers in nervousness, “It takes a lot to understand the pressure my cousin has on his back. He’s a provider to our family. He does what he has to do to take care of the people who matter most to him. People like Kevin Owens, Drew Mcintyre...they threatened that position he has at the table—”

“Do you agree? Roman feels threatened by Kevin Owens and WWE Universal Champion Drew Mcintyre?”

You could see Jey start to shift, meaning he was immensely trying to pick his words before saying anything that could cause Roman’s anger to be retaliated. Again.

“That’s enough for this interview. The Tribal Chief is needed elsewhere.” Paul inserts before moving his hand back and forth over his throat—signaling the production team to cut the cameras

You pop your lips before looking up at Roman’s frustrated brown filled eyes. You notice how his expression softens for almost a second the longer you look at him, “You have some strong confidence, I see. That attitude can get you in some trouble, babygirl.”

“My attitude is wonderful. I’m doing my job, just like you’re doing yours, Roman. The only thing is that I’m not a little bitch, with the urge to belittle everyone because I’m insecure about my potential and qualities.”

Roman gave you a sly smirk that almost makes you want to kick him in his face, “Insecure?” He chuckles devilishly, “That mouth of yours is dangerous. You should close it before I show you how to use it properly.”

He whispers the last part, leaning down to your ear, so Jey and Paul are out of shot, leaving your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Your shift on your feet, shaking your head in amazement.

You were sick of his shit.

You stuck your tongue in the side of your cheek and turned on your heel to walk over to the monitors. You continue watching the rest of the show, occasionally engaging with other superstars who walked by. Your mind continued to lose focus as you thought back to your interview with Roman.

You thought about his body language against you. He consistently sized up and was rigid towards everyone he talked to backstage as if with one wrong move, he’d be ready to bodyslam anybody. But around you, he wasn’t as tense. He was in his natural element; himself. You could see small smirks appearing on his face suggesting he was enjoying getting under your skin.

Roman ended up winning his match against Kevin through Jey handcuffing Kevin to the steel cage. You crack your neck and relax your shoulders. Roman could win a match without Jey or Paul by his side. Of course, that was just his character now. Still, something about seeing how much his dominance shows through his performance and his interactions with everyone else was secretly intriguing to you, how he ditched his vest and began to wrestle shirtless.

He should've been doing this shit when he got out of The Shield with Jon and Colby.

After Smackdown ended, everyone started to clean up. The long drive to the next city was crucial. You’d be driving all night long practically, inside of a small rental car. You could already feel the back cramps, the charlie horses, and the arm strains. You wanted to get your body at least some kind of relaxation before you began the midnight journey, so you head straight to the locker room showers for a hot shower to calm your nerves.

On the way towards the locker rooms, you heard yelling. You turn your head for your eyes to come in direct contact with Roman’s brown ones, completely tensed and filled with rage. You could feel the tension sweating off his muscular body throughout the atmosphere. He was yelling at Jey for interrupting his match when he had it under control. Jey being his current lapdog, he had no choice but to listen to the 6’3 ‘Tribal Chief’.

You swallow harshly under his intense gaze and continue your path to the showers with your luggage in your hand.

You were met with complete silence—thank god.—when you enter the showers. You lock the door behind you and turn the knob to a blazing hot setting. What? Hot showers are good, but blazing hot showers? Even better. Just the feel of your skin under the water steaming off you made your body instantly settle.

You quickly undress from head to toe, cracking your neck to the side. Before you could lift your feet to walk into the shower, you felt a large hand on your lower back shoving you inside, causing you to let out a screech.

The person roughly turns your body to face them, and you come face to face with none other than the Samoan. Nude as the day he was born, with his cock standing at attention against his muscled stomach.

“Ah!” You squeak under his large hand, covering your mouth, with the under holding the arch of your back close to his hard-built and sweaty frame.

“You’ve enjoyed this, haven't you. Were you running around all damn day provoking me? Getting in Jeys head, asking bullshit questions, smart ass remarks, and this tight fucking dress squeezing your body in all the right places? Do you enjoy playing games with me? Why would you play games with me? With your Chief?” He growled close to your face; the showers were now steaming around both your naked bodies.

“Do you enjoy being a little bitch boy? Fucking thinking everyone falls at your beck and call to please you?” His hand on your mouth was lowering as you struggled to get out of his hold on you.

“I don’t think, babygirl. Everyone falls because of who the hell I am! I am the Tribal Chief. I am your Tribal Chief. I am the face of this company, holding it on my back every day. You have no clue what that will ever feel like because you’re too busy running that pretty little smart-ass mouth of yours. Maybe it’s time for me to give you some discipline? For you to acknowledge me?” He pants in a cautious tone

You stop struggling for a moment, letting him pull you closer. You lean up closer to his lips, a mere centimeters away from your lips touching, “Like hell would I ever acknowledge you as anything other than a whiny fucking brat.” You sultrily respond

He lets out a humorless chuckle before responding, “It’s your punishment, babygirl.” With that simple response, he smacks his lips onto yours with force ending any further communication. You kiss him back with just as much roughness.

Your hand slides up to tangle themselves into his long dark black hair, pulling softly. You moan softly as Roman bit down on your lip, gaining entry to your mouth, both your tongues fighting for control.

The control you desperately desired to have.

He let you win for a moment to lower his hands under your ass to lift you around his waist. He takes a handful of your ass, pressing your body into the wall.

“Fuck!” You whine out as he takes a large hand to deliver a smack to your ass.

“You will acknowledge me. Do you understand me? You will fucking respect your Tribal Chiff, or I’m going to make you respect me. Am I clear?” He moans in your ear as your lips latch onto his neck, leaving love bites.

You were so caught up in the clouds of your head, with the thought of him fucking you that you didn’t even think twice about what he said, “Am. I. Clear?” He reiterates each word with a smack to your ass

“You’re such a jackass!” You mewl loudly, feeling him rub his long thick cock between your wet folds; lifting your legs to wrap around his muscular torso

“What was that?”

“I said you’re such a—Fuck, Roman!” You scream as the feeling of him stretching out your pussy to accommodate his cock overtook you to places you haven’t visited in a long time. You were anything but a virgin. But working at WWE had its downsides to finding good dick. Deciding to focus on your career, you decide to pause on sex for a while

Roman gave you a second to get used to the feeling of you being so painfully stretched out around his cock. “You wanna finish that sentence, babygirl?”

You could barely pay attention with his cock slamming in and out of you, already fucking at a furious and rough pace so quickly. Breathing in harshly as he pulls out to split you open on his cock again.

“Don’t stop! Roman, please don’t stop!” You moan, gripping onto his stiff shoulders

“Fuck! Look at you moaning my name like the slut you are. What happened to all that shit you were saying a moment ago?” Roman pants deeply in your ear

“I—Ah!” You squeal as Romans hands grip your thighs, bouncing you up and down his thick cock

“Shit, where am I, baby? Do you feel me in those guts? Deep inside that pretty little pussy? It’s my pussy now. The Tribal Chiefs pussy.” He deeply chuckles into your ear, his cock rubbing over your g-spot at every thrust, letting silent screams come out your mouth “All that bratty ass attitude...talking to me like you’re above me. Giving me nothing but fucking sass. The whole time you’re nothing but a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in the showers? You’re gonna give me this pussy anytime I fucking want it.”

You let out a loud salacious whine as Roman slowly pulls out. He sets you down on your feet, flipping your body around letting your hard nipples collide with the cold and wet glass wall. He uses his foot to spread your legs apart. Roman slides a hand into your hair, yanking while simultaneously sliding his cock back into you.

“Fuck! You’re so fuck–“ You swallow a silent gasp as you felt him bite down on your shoulder. “You’re so fucking aggravating!”

“I'm aggravating, but who's taking this dick right now? Who’s dripping more than a faucet?” His confidence booms into your ear in a grunt

“Good dick doesn’t stop you from being an asshole.”

“But it makes you satisfied, doesn’t it?” He responds breathlessly before speeding up, cutting off your next reply

You place both your hands on the glass attempting to throw your ass back on him.If he thought he was controlling the situation, you were definity about to show him otherwise, by making him cum first. As breathless pant’s begin to leave his mouth, you feel him lean forward pressing his front against your back. You work hard at the thought of not cumming. Roman’s left hand comes down to rub your clit at a fast pace making that thought…just a thought. You bite down on your lip until the blood drains from it to stop yourself from relishing in the euphoric bliss you knew Roman was about to grant you.

“I can feel you clenching around me. Look at you. Fighting the urge to cum right now. Come on, babygirl. I know you’re good for it, let go. Acknowledge me as your chief. Let me see how fucked out you turn for me.” His voice sends shocks through your spine that leads to your core.

You gasp as your leg turns inwards, you throw your head back mewling to the ceiling for mercy as you finally let your orgasm crest. Not too far behind you; Roman allows his orgasm to follow through deep into your pussy. Primal roar’s coming deep from his chest bounce off the walls.

If anyone else was showering, they're certainly gone now.

With Roman holding your body in a death grip tight to his chest, you allow yourself to take a moment to let the following events settle in your mind. Having sex with Roman wasn’t the problem; it was the what if’s that clouded your already fucked out brain. Sex didn’t change how you felt about him. He was still an entitled brat with no sympathy for anyone. And he was definitely the last person you’d fall in love with.

“I think you should get going. I’m sure your entourage is going to come looking for you soon.” You choke out, attempting to break from his hold.

“They’re fine wherever they're at. They don’t do anything unless I give them the ok for it.” He sighs into your neck leaving kisses behind

Before falling too deep into his trap, you muster up enough strength to remove his arms from your body, “Okay, stop it.”

“Oh c'mon. Are you seriously about to ruin an amazing time here?” He snaps leaning onto the shower wall

“Did you think fucking me was going to make us best friends forever?” You question turning off the shower

“I see it didn’t work too well. You’re still the same old Y/N. Don’t act like this wasn’t the best thing to disturb your night.” He says returning back into his asshole self

“Oh no, trust me. That was amazing. Maybe you can get permission from your Daddy again to come and play again.” You laugh grabbing your body towel to dry yourself off

“Oh we’ll have to see about that. The next time you’re in need of me to make you forget your own name, just call me. I’ll always come running, baby.”

You drop your towel as you bend over with hysteric laughs coming out your mouth, “Oh fucking please. Me? Beg you? I wouldn’t hold my breath on that.”

“We’ll see. You know where to find me.”

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His Strange Addiction (Pt 2)

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Milena Reyz)

His Strange Addiction (Pt 1)

Desc: Cody & Melina have had years worth of chemistry, Literally since 2010 up to Today, Cody & Melina had split off their relationship in 2015 due to him being on the road almost constantly & barely got to see her, but it wasn’t very affective for Melina like he thought it would be, because of the issue they had with their relationship she didn’t think there would be a future between them but she still had love for him. Melina has had a history with wrestling as much as Cody has & recently got signed in with WWE & barely paid any attention to Cody half of the time but Cody had been fixated on her since she stepped foot into the company.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, oral sex (fem receiving) Cody getting pleasure from giving pleasure.

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It had been a year since that afternoon in the beach where Milena was officially engaged to Cody, Their wedding was being next next week but this year was NOT easy fir them, in-fact it was a shit show, Milena had problems communicating certain things to Cody that upset her so instead she would run her mouth or either ball it up and keep it to herself, she was also very jealous sometimes, okay thats a lie ALL the time.

Milena had to resign from being a wrestler for WWE to give her body a break before her wedding so she became script manager & Head of scheduling events like Summer-slam and all of the good shit, Well today Cody & Milena showed up to the Las Vegas Nevada arena where WWE Monday night raw was being held & immediately she was set off, Cody is very patient with Milena because he understands that she needs to get adjusted to being with him 24/7, he liked the fact she was emotionally attached to him but he didn’t like when she wouldn’t communicate, he would have to beg on his knees for her to open up and that would take at least a 3 month process.

Milena walked around backstage looking for Cody & even checking his dressing room “Cody??” She walked over to Jey & smile “Hey Jey have you seen Cody??” He smiled back and pointed towards the locker room “He should be in there.” She nodded and started making her way towards there, and then she saw Bianca standing in-front of him laughing & giggling over a joke he made where he barely laughed, What really set her off was when she saw Bianca run her hand down Cody’s arm so she made her way in the locker room making her presence known, Cody turned and kissed Milena’s cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist “Milena sweetheart this is Bia-“ She nodded & cut him off “I know who she is Cody.” She scowled while Bianca just smiled and tried shaking her hand, Cody cracked another joke to cut the tension which made Bianca laugh a little to hard.

“He isn’t that funny.” She scoffed making Cody turn his head to face Milena & give her a ‘Knock it off’ look, She glared back at him before shoving herself away from him “I’m gonna start scheduling things now, It was nice meeting you Bianca.” She smiled condescendingly while Bianca waved “Bye girl!” The moment Milena walked out of the locker room and started hauling ass to her office Cody followed behind her “What the hell is your problem Milena?” she scoffed ignoring him but the moment they got to the office Cody pressed her against the door and crossed his arms “Don’t ignore me you know I don’t like that sweetheart.” Milena rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips “You can’t possibly not know what pissed me off Cody! She was giving you the fuck me eyes & really? Laughing that hard? No offense baby but you’re not that funny you’re not Dave Chapelle so why is she cackling and giggling like that? And the ARM?? She STROKED your arm!!” She immediately ran her mouth while Cody smiled amusingly “Sweetheart she was not giving me the fuck me ey-“ she shut him up “No! You’re not doing this! You’re not going to dismiss everything I said to debunk her and give her the benefit of the doubt because I swear to god if you do I will go fucking insane, men who do that ALWAYS end up screwing the woman they gave the benefit of the doubt!” Milena cried out

Cody stared at her before cupping her face into his hands “Sweetheart you realize I’m literally in love with you right? I begged for you to give me another chance on my KNEES at that, I proposed to you on the beach with your favorite goddamn burrito, we get married next fucking week and you think I’d betray you like that? Absolutely not and if I ever do you better publicly behead me.” He kissed the top of her head while she frowned at him “Cody I don’t feel comfortable with her around you! I do not fucking trust her.” He sighed and wrapped her into a hug while rubbing her back “Sweetheart she’s married.” She didn’t care “So? Never stopped a woman from having an affair with another man before.” He shook his head and pulled away making her look up at him “Baby you’re being ridiculous.” That exact sentence set Milena off, she backed up and raised a brow, ridiculous? Oh she’ll show him ridiculous.

She scoffed and walked out of her office leaving Cody alone and went back to the locker rooms and saw Bianca “You want him so fucking bad FINE! Have him, I couldn’t care less.” Cody chased after her but Milena immediately walked off and left the Arena while Bianca stood in shock, Cody apologized on Milenas behalf and left the Arena looking for her “God damnit mills!” He sighed realizing she took the rental car back to Their hotel

An hour later he got to the hotel after taking an uber & rushed into the suite you both shared and watched her pack her bags while she was in a hysterical mood, “What the hell do you think your doing?” Milena looked over glaring “I’m leaving!” He shook his head & walked over to her “No you’re not, I worked to hard to get us where we are today, and I swear to god if you leave me i’ll sell my goddamn left nut to get you back if I have to.”

Milena frowned and practically broke down and flopped her forehead into his chest, she was an emotional wreck, and he just held her, he understood that sometimes Milena would have certain emotional outbursts since they had rekindled their relationship, he also understood that the split up between them did in-fact affect her but she didn’t have the time or mindset to process that pain so everything crashed into her like a tsunami. She sighed and wiped off her face while Cody rubbed her back “You know I love you right?” He mumbled and made her look up at him, She nodded her head a little bit and sniffled “That’s not the answer I want Milena, I want to hear you say it.” He spoke to her in a stern tone while running his fingers through her hair while she stood in silence “Say it before I start showing you.” He raised a brow at her not following directions so he sighed covering the blinds & taking off his suit jacket & removing his tie and shoving any packed bags on the ground “Cody what the hell are you doing?” She spoke out while he started unbuttoning his shirt & look over at her

“Y’know sweetheart you’d think the ring sitting on your finger right now would prove how much I love you & only want you but I guess I have to physically prove it to you.” He scoffed and pointed at her “Take off your clothes.” Milena raised her eyebrows & let out a light laugh “Are you serious? I thought we were waiting until after the wedding?” He shook his head “You really don’t follow directions do you?” He sighed and practically ripped off her top & lifted her pencil skirt & took off her panties before pushing her on the bed and kneeling in between her legs and holding up one of them kissing the side of your ankle “I mean Jesus Mills you know you have me wrapped around your finger, begged on my knees for you, cried over you for 9 years straight but that’s not enough for you to believe me is it?”

She whined looking up at him while he put her leg down, Cody had her sit up for a second while he unclipped her bra and pressed a kiss against her lips “You okay with this angel?” She nodded her head placing her hand against his cheek but he held her wrist shaking his head and kissing the palm of her head “That won’t do sweetheart I meed you to start using your words, try again baby.” She frowned and let out a sigh “I’m okay with this Codes.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head “Good girl.”

He fondled her breasts before sitting up on his knees and unzipping his pants & taking off his belt throwing it got knows where. He leaned back down and kissed her again while dragging his hand down her thighs smirking before crawling beneath her & burying his face in-between her thighs causing her to hitch her breath & let out a whine before he flicked his tongue against her clit making her let out a strained cry “Cody! Po-Point proven asshole!!.” He chuckled and moved his eyes up at her before dipping his tongue into her entrance & starting to eat her out.

Milena cried & withered into the bed nearly ripping the sheets and tried sitting up but he was absolutely not having it, He pulled away & plunged his fingers inside of her and laid her back down “Stop being a brat & sit still for once in your goddamn life please?” She whined and followed his directions while he moved the pace of his hand 10x faster which caused her to tear up from such overwhelming pleasure she was receiving “Gonna cum!!” She clawed at his forearm which made him let out a chuckle and wipe off her face before she hit her climax & came.

Cody smiled before pulling away & grabbing a wash cloth from the bathroom & cleaning her up “You believe me yet?” Milena let out a sigh following with a chuckle & nodded her head, “fine yes I believe you.” He grinned and kissed her head “Good, as you should sweetheart.” She smiled and wrapped herself into the blankets.

The next day Milena was walking around the Arena backstage to check up on the wrestlers and go over schedules & saw her fiancée walking around with Jey so she tried running towards him in heels “CODY SLOW THE FUCK DOWN I CAN’T RUN IN HEELS!” The two turned around and he smiled in amusement “Well nice to see you too pretty girl, to what do i owe you the pleasure of seeing me?” She hummed and pointed at the clipboard “Summerslam July, Miami, I need you to work on when you want to hold your matches.” He nodded “Anyone ever tell you that you’re very sexy when you speak about business?” Milena glared and smacked him in the chest “Cody focus!” He laughed nodding “Yes sweetheart I already started working on my schedules.” Jey noticed as Bianca walked by eying Cody & raised a brow “What’s up with her?” Milena turned around watching Bianca walk off & looked at Cody “Fuck me eyes. I told you.” Jey choked on his drink “What the fuck are Fuck me eyes?” Cody sighed running a hand down his face “Milena says Bianca is into me and gives me eyes that beg for me to fuck her.” Jey looked at Milena & Nodded “She’s not to far off then. Do I have fuck me eyes??” Jey joked before standing infront of cody swaying back and forth batting his eyes making Milena cross her arms while Cody laughed pushing Jey away. “I don’t care Bianca can stare as much as she wants but she better not act shocked when i start talking about how Cody fin-“ Jey screeched & Cody covered her mouth “Hey sweetheart? I love you but some things need to stay in that little noggin of yours got it?”

For now all was well, Milena just hoped nothing would get in the way of her wedding with Cody. Hopefully, right?

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