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Loyalty- Chapter 1: The Beginning.

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Chapter Summary: The cracks in your sweet persona are showing. Jey wants to help you through them, and Roman wants to capitalize on them.

word count: 13,992 (ik it's long but bare with me!!! you'll get less chapters more content, trust me pls :)) warnings: manipulation, cheating, wrestling related violence.

WRESTLEMANIA BACKLASH 2020

Blue. 

Blue used to be your favorite color. The serene hue that used to beckon memories of tranquility, now seemed tainted by the complexities of the present. Your once form fitted sparkling blue gear was now blood stained and glimmering with sweat, the championship it matched no longer in your grasp. 

But now, the color made you want to throw up. The sight of you made you want to throw up.

You stared back at your reflection in your dressing room mirror, the dressing room mirror reflecting an image you hardly recognized. Your face was bruised and distorted, your eye swollen shut and lip cut and bleeding from the fight you were in just moments ago with Ronda Rousey.

And just a few minutes before that match, you were informed that you would be dropping your Smackdown Women's Championship to her, because they thought that was what was best for business. Because not telling you beforehand wasn't what was best for business.

Casting you- the nicknamed Princess of Pain of WWE because of your kind nature and killer attitude in the ring-one of the biggest babyfaces on the roster, one of the biggest merch sellers, one of the greatest on the mic and in the ring, and finally one of their champions after so many years of crawling to the top from the NXT food chain to your win against Sasha Banks in one of the most historic main events ever at Wrestlemania to hold your first main roster title- to the side after less than a month as a champion was best for business.

Making you finally have your moment on the grandest stage of them all only to have it shattered so soon at Ronda's request after she just came back from her months-long vacation was best for business. 

Sami tried to console you, he knew from the look on your face as you left the meeting before your match and ran into him that something was horribly wrong.

But you brushed off his attempts at comforting you with a solemn smile and a 'I'm fine, don't worry about me, Sami.' and took off before he could inquire any more. If he pushed any more with those brown eyes that always seemed to know what you were thinking and those warm arms that he outstretched towards you, you knew you would fall into them and cry. 

You decided instead of yelling at management, you tried to make the best of it and lead Ronda into a good match and push any animosity you had and be cordial- you could get another opportunity in the future. And maybe this would lead to one of your friends-like Liv or Rhea-taking the title off of her and getting their moment they absolutely deserved.

But all those thoughts left your brain when she stared back across the ring from you with that stupid smirk across her face and went off script and punched you square in the nose so hard that it broke and your face was trickled with blood before the bell even rang.

There would be no holding back, you thought. Even if I lose, I'ma make sure I come out the true fucking winner and make her work for it.

And work for it Ronda did. The two of you beat the holy hell out of each other. Under the bright lights, punches were not pulled, and bodies were broken.

The commentary table was destroyed when you pile-driven Ronda through it. Your face was covered in grim and blood from where Ronda attacked it, the blood getting into your eyes and making you wipe it every 5 seconds. and Ronda's shoulder was dislocated from where you rammed a chair into it, relishing in her cries of pain.

How's it feel going off script now, bitch?, you thought. 

Sami knew you weren't okay though when Ronda finally got you into a sleeper hold and your eyes fluttered shut after hanging on for so long, and instead of tapping out as planned, deciding to pass out.

Ronda clearly didn't like what you were doing, since she tightened her grip on your neck and didn't let go for a full five minutes, only pushing herself off of you when Adam Pearce and medical/security staff finally convinced her to let go of you.

"I'm what's best for business!" She screamed into your face, waving your title around with a cocky smirk on her face as she watched you glare at her, pushing away the medical staff weakly and refuse to get on the stretcher, much to their chagrin. "Not some nice weak little bitch who peaked in NXT!"

Her words hurt more than the physical pain you were in, and you kept repeating them in your mind as you wiped your face, wincing with every wipe.

You went to medical, but there was only so much they could do. They put your nose back in place, (Sami barged into the room and forced you to let him stay, and his hand almost broke under your grip when the doctor was fixing your nose), disinfected your lip, gave you some pain meds, and told you that you'd be cleared to wrestle in a couple of weeks, and instructed you to put ice on your bruised body. 

Sami was planning on getting your stuff from your locker room and bringing you to your hotel room so he could help you relax (much to your annoyance, all you wanted to do was be alone and wallow in your own self-pity), when you ran into a concerned looking Kevin in the hallway.

The scene he saw before him- Sami trying to wrap an arm around you to help you up and your stubborn ass refusing him, made him explode in anger and concern. But much like with everything Kevin says, it came out in the worst way possible.

"Just because Ronda knocked the marbles outta your head doesn't mean you get to act stupid. Let Sami help you, you dumbass!" he shouted, gesturing wildly in his frustration.

You glared at Kevin, not in the mood for him tonight.  Why he thought he had any right to speak to you like that was beyond comprehension. He was no longer your best friend, so he shouldn't be acting like he even cared. He didn't care when he cost you how many championships when you were about to win them, did he? Of course now he wants to speak with you.

Despite the pain and the swirling emotions, you managed to push Sami away, moving closer to Kevin with a fiery gaze.

"Oh, so now you wanna care about me? Very funny." you spat, your voice dripping with disdain. "And last time I checked, Ronda came out that match with a broken shoulder, and if you don't get away from me in the next 5 seconds, I'll break yours too."

Kevin huffed as if he couldn't decide between continuing the argument or stepping back, but he saw Sami rubbing your back and trying to comfort you despite your resistance, and he couldn't hold back his sharp tongue or his jealousy.

"Does that only apply to everyone or is Sami the exception as always?" Kevin shot back, his frustration evident in his tone. "For fucks sake, your bleeding and all you can care about is the fact that I'm telling you the truth, and you can't handle it like always."

Your fists clenched at your sides as Kevin's words pierced through the haze of pain and anger. You wanted to scream at him, to make him understand the turmoil raging within you, but the searing pain in your body drowned out any coherent thoughts.

Before you could retort, Sami stepped between you and Kevin, cutting Kevin with a glare that could cut through steel. "Are you seriously jealous that I'm trying to take care of her? Maybe you would have that opportunity if you actually acted like you cared about her!" Sami mocked, his voice low and seething with frustration.

Kevin knew he should've focused on your physical and mental state instead of starting the argument, but the fire was lit and Sami only added to the gasoline. "Maybe I would've had that opportunity if she didn't constantly take your side and ignore her actual best friend!"

At Sami's incredulous look at his statement, Kevin scowled and glared at him. "Don't act like I'm not right. No matter what I do, it's always Sami this, Sami that. 'Oh Y/N, we hate Kevin, we can't trust Kevin.'  Like I don't exist. Like he's the only one who gets to be there for you!" 

Sami glowered at Kevin, shaking his head in disbelief. "I do get to be the only one there for her! Because you weren't there for us when we needed you."

This time it was Kevin shaking his head in disbelief, a wry smile on his face. "Oh my god, do you not hear yourself? We, we, we? You don't care about her, you just care about trying to avenge yourself for the past! You only want her to yourself because you know that your own actions pushed her away, so you are trying to blame yourself on me!"

Your head throbbed with pain as their argument escalated, each word feeling like a dagger in your already wounded heart.  The realization that this altercation was about more than just your well-being dawned upon you. They were fighting for a place in your life, a place you were struggling to define for yourself amidst the chaos of tonight.

"Blame your actions on me! Blame your short comings in your careers on me! Blame Y/N's shitty title reign on me! Blame everything on me, because that's what you always do!  Y/N can't see past your stupid sweet smile and fake friendship to realize that you're manipulating her emotions!" Kevin retorted, his voice rising in frustration.

"Enough!" Your voice shattered through the heated exchange, cutting their argument short. Breathing heavily, you felt the pain and exhaustion wash over you, but a surge of anger and hurt fueled your words. Both men turned to you, their angry expressions faltering at the angry expression on your bruised up face. 

"This is not about you two!" You shouted, your voice a mixture of frustration and agony. "This is about me! About what happened out there!"

You gestured vaguely toward the arena, a reminder of the brutal match you just endured. "This is not about which one of you gets to be by my side or who's the better friend. This is about how I'm feeling right now, which is like absolute shit! I just got my ass handed to me in the ring, and all I want is to be left alone!"

Your voice cracked with emotion as tears welled up in your eyes, a combination of physical pain and the emotional turmoil caused by the situation. You turned to Kevin, who was taking a step forward, his expression now more concerned than combative. 

"Kevin..." You struggled to maintain your composure, wiping away a stray tear. "You want me to stop blaming you? For everything? For all your mistakes? For my 'shitty title reign'?" Kevin winced as your words hit him hard. "Well, I'm sorry if I'm not in the mood to hear about how you're such a great friend and how you care about me after everything that's happened tonight."

Your voice cracked as you fought to keep your emotions in check. "But I'll stop blaming you forever. We are done. Forever. You want to feel no more guilt? You choked on your words, a mix of anguish and frustration bubbling up inside. "Here's your freedom from the burden of my friendship, Kevin. Congratulations."

"Y/N..."

"And you!" You turned to Sami, who had been until he just now piped up quietly standing by, his face twisted with concern and guilt. "Kevin is right. You seem to think you know what's best for me, but you don't! You both think you know what's best for me, but you don't!"

Your voice trembled with emotion as you struggled to articulate the storm of feelings raging within you. "I'm tired of this, Sami. I'm tired of feeling like I owe you everything because you've been there for me. I'm tired of you expecting me to be okay with everything when I'm not! I'm tired of being pushed and pulled in every direction, as if I'm some prize to be won!"

Sami's eyes widened in shock and hurt, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch your arm, but you flinched away from his touch.  The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming, and you couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take their expectations anymore.

"So I'm done with this. I'm done with the both of you." Your voice shook  as tears streamed down your face, your body trembling from the sheer weight of the emotional turmoil. "I just want to be alone. Please, just leave me alone."

Without waiting for a response, you turned away from both of them and staggered down the hallway, pain pulsating through your body with every step. The sounds of their voices, their arguments, and the echoes of your own shattered feelings reverberated in your mind as you disappeared into the corridor, seeking solace in the solitude of your dressing room.

And now, there you sit, surrounded by the eerie silence of the empty dressing room. The chaos of emotions swirls within, echoing the bruises and wounds that adorn your body.

Eventually you showered and changed into a hoodie and shorts, but you sat right back in your seat, your mind a heavy fog you didn't know how to navigate.  Not some nice weak little bitch who peaked in NXT! Not some nice weak little bitch who peaked in NXT!

You're not sure how long you've been sitting there, lost in the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings. A knock on the door interrupts your solitary moment. Assuming it was Sami or Kevin, you rolled your eyes before realizing you didn't want to see either of them again tonight, or ever.

"I said I want to be alone! So go away!" you call out, your voice strained from the emotional outburst.

"If you're assuming it's those parasites you call best friends, you are mistaken, miss." Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the voice, and you stood up to see who it was.

The door creaked open slowly, and in stepped a figure you didn't expect to see- Paul Heyman.

"Paul? What are you doing here?" you asked, wiping away tears and trying to compose yourself in the presence of the unexpected visitor.

"I came to see you. May I have a moment of your time, please?" Paul's tone was calm and measured, and there was something in his demeanor that seemed earnest.

Despite your reluctance to engage with anyone at that moment, there was an air of sincerity in Paul's request that piqued your curiosity. You nodded silently, gesturing for him to proceed.

"I watched your match tonight," Paul began, his gaze steady as he spoke. "What happened out there was unfortunate, to say the least. But I must admit, I was impressed by your resilience, your determination to give it your all despite the circumstances."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Paul was going with this. His presence felt unusual, especially considering the two of you never directly interacted much before. 

"I know we're not directly associated, you and I being on different levels and divisions of the playing field, but I couldn't help but notice something remarkable about your performance," Paul continued, his expression thoughtful. "Your tenacity, your ability to hold your ground, even when faced with adversity, it's something that caught my attention."

You remained silent, studying Paul's demeanor. His words were unexpected, and you couldn't quite grasp his intentions behind this unexpected visit.

"Forgive me if I'm overstepping any boundaries, but I believe there's potential in you that hasn't been fully realized yet," Paul remarked, his gaze unwavering. "You have something special, something that transcends mere championship reigns or victories," Paul emphasized, his expression earnest. "You have the ability to connect with the audience on a deeper level, to evoke emotions, to tell a story. That's a rare gift, one that can't be overshadowed by a single match or a title loss."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting such words from Paul Heyman of all people. His assessment of your performance and his acknowledgement of your capabilities left you momentarily speechless. You'd never imagined receiving this level of acknowledgment from someone of his stature, especially not in the midst of your emotional turmoil.

"I... I don't know what to say," you stammered, your voice wavering slightly as you struggled to process Paul's unexpected praise.

"Take a moment, breathe," Paul offered, a reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I simply wanted to express my genuine admiration for what you showcased out there tonight. Despite the outcome, you displayed a raw emotion and resilience that's commendable. You have the fire, the determination, and a resilience that's quite admirable. But sometimes, in this business, one needs more than just talent and determination to succeed."

You frowned slightly, feeling a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Excuse me, but what exactly are you trying to say, Paul?" you inquired, your voice tinged with a hint of caution.

Paul paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.

"What I'm trying to convey is that sometimes, the most powerful narratives in this industry are born out of moments like this. Moments of struggle, of pain, of setbacks. Your journey resonates with the audience because it's real, it's relatable. You've faced challenges, setbacks, and yet you continue to fight, not just in the ring but against the odds stacked against you. And that's where true stories are born, in the depths of adversity."

You didn't know how to react to Paul's words. He was offering a perspective you hadn't considered amidst the chaos of emotions and conflicts you were dealing with, but why he was expressing this to you was still a mystery.

"I understand this might be a lot to take in, especially given the circumstances," Paul acknowledged, his tone empathetic. " But I believe that your journey doesn't end here, with this loss. It continues, it evolves, and it becomes something greater. It doesn't end with a loss, it starts with one."

You narrowed your eyes slightly, trying to discern Paul's true intentions behind his unexpected pep talk. His words were both encouraging and cryptic, leaving you with a sense of curiosity and intrigued. 

"I appreciate your perspective, Paul," you said cautiously, your voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and skepticism. "But why are you telling me this?"

Paul smiled slightly, his eyes glinting with a sense of intrigue. "Because I want to help you start your journey." He pulled out something from his pocket and handed it to you - a business card with The Bloodline's contact information.

"I understand you are old friends with Roman Reigns," Paul explained. "The Head of the Table. He's been quite impressed with your work, always has been. But tonight he would like to offer you something more than just admiration. He wants to offer you an opportunity."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. The idea of being offered an opportunity by your old friend Roman tonight was unexpected, to say the least. You glanced down at the business card in your hand, then back up at Paul, waiting for further explanation.

"Roman sees potential in you, in what you bring to the table," Paul continued, his tone measured yet confident. "And he's not just saying it as a friend-he is saying it as the Head of the Table, as the leader of The Bloodline. And I understand that the two of you have history, a friendship that predates your WWE career. Upper management might not believe in you, but Roman does, trust me. And after tonight, he sees that they need to believe in you too."

Your mind raced with a flurry of emotions and thoughts. The unexpected turn of events, the offer from Roman, the belief that someone like Paul Heyman seemed to have in your potential - it was all overwhelming, especially in the midst of your emotional turmoil and the fallout with your friends.

"I am gonna be really honest and tell you that I am bruised, I am beaten and I don't have the mental capacity to absorb all of this right now." You admitted,  your voice trembling slightly with exhaustion. 

Paul chuckled, smiling wide at you. This was going well.

"I understand. I didn't expect you to have it all figured out in one moment," Paul reassured, his tone understanding. "Take your time. Rest, recover, and if you ever want to explore possibilities beyond what's currently being presented to you, if you want to tell a story that truly reflects your spirit and resilience, give me a call." 

You stared at the business card in your hand, surprised at the turn of events.  "Think about it," Paul said, noting your contemplative expression, before nodding at you and leaving the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sank back into the chair when you were once again enveloped by the silence of the empty dressing room. You didn't know what to think, what to do, how to act. All you knew was that you wanted to go to your hotel room and sleep this day off. You sat up, grabbing your phone and checking it.

outgoing text to Seth <;3: I need you tonight. come over to my room?

read.

You sighed, but your body was not surprised and too weak for you to be angry. You could deal with your brooding boyfriends self later. You didn't have the emotional capacity to baby him on why he should care about you right now.

You grabbed your stuff, heading out of the dressing room with a heavy heart and a weary body. Your uber ride was quick, and you finally arrived at your hotel room.

The exhaustion and emotional weight of the day settled in as you entered the room, the only solace being the relative quiet and isolation. You decided to take a quick shower, hoping that the warm water might provide a momentary escape from the chaos of the day. As the water cascaded down, you felt a bit of the tension ebbing away, though the emotional turmoil lingered.

After the shower, you slipped into comfortable pajamas, feeling the heaviness of the day sinking in. Your phone dinged with a text, and you picked it up, expecting it to be Seth or one of the girls asking if you were okay.

Instead, the message was from an unknown number, which struck you as odd. Curious, you opened it to read:

"Hey, it's Jey. Paul gave me your number. I know you was expecting Roman, but unfortunately, he's occupied right now. He wanted me to reach out to you instead. If you need anything or want to talk, I'm here. Take care."

You blinked in surprise at the unexpected message from Jey Uso. Why he might be reaching out on Roman's behalf was a bit puzzling. Why any of this was happening right now was puzzling. You didn't have the energy for this. So despite the curiosity gnawing at you, you didn't respond.

Turning your phone off, you snuggled into your bed, the warm covers offering you comfort from your pain. Your eyes fluttered shut, the exhaustion taking over, and soon, you were lost in the realm of sleep with only one thought on your mind.

You were going to get your comeuppance, no matter what. 

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"Why do we even need to think of adding a new person in the Bloodline? She ain't even talk to none of us anyways." Jey sighed as he shut off his phone from where he was checking your Instagram, in anger or disappointment he didn't know.

It had been almost 2 months since you were seen in the WWE, and you never responded to his text message. Or, according to rumors, to any of the higher ups either. Apparently you told them you'd come back when you were ready, and left it at that, leaving them just as much in the dark as the fans were.

Jey just assumed that you were feeling overwhelmed or needed some personal space to get better and that's why you ain't respond to him, but after the first week he concluded you were ignoring him deliberately.

"Roman, she ain't even trying to reach out or nothing," Jey continued, frustration evident in his voice. "Paul's been trying to push her into this whole thing, but she's just ghosted everyone. What's the point of bringing her into the mix if she don't even wanna be here?"

Roman glanced up from the papers on his desk, his expression unreadable. He had his suspicions about your absence, but he chose to keep them to himself.

"Give her time, Jey," he said calmly. "If she's not responding, it means she's not ready or willing to engage. We can't force her into something she's not comfortable with. Trust me, I know how she is. She's like you; she moves at her own pace and needs space, otherwise that fire she has will simmer down."

Jey let out a frustrated sigh, tossing his phone onto the table. He understood what Roman was saying, but for whatever reason it still frustrated him not to hear from you. He never even talked to you-you shared the same circle but never crossed paths-yet when he saw your Instagram pics he felt a connection that he couldn't explain.  

"I just feel like we're all sitting here waiting for something that might never happen," Jey muttered, looking up at Roman with a mix of concern and frustration.

Roman checked his watch and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, his gaze fixed on Jey. "Trust me, we won't be waiting any longer." 

Jey raised an eyebrow, confusion written all over his face before a knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Roman gestured for Jey to open it.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing you , standing in the doorway. Your appearance was a stark contrast from the last time they saw you—determined, your gaze steady despite the tiredness in your eyes, your aura a mix of confidence and vulnerability. It was evident that the time away had changed you, but in ways they couldn't quite discern.

You glanced between Roman and Jey, a mixture of emotions playing across your face—resilience, uncertainty, and a hint of determination.

"Y/N?" Jey exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in your presence. Roman remained composed, his gaze fixed on you as he gestured for you to come in.

You hesitated for a moment but Jey closing the door behind you prompted you to step forward into the room. You were wearing a low cut black tank top, your hair pulled back into a messy bun, and loose jeans, a far cry from the glitz and glam of your WWE persona. You hadn't expected to come back just yet, but something in you told you it was time, time to face what you had been avoiding.

"Sorry I'm late-" You tried to apologize but Roman interrupted, his voice calm and composed. "No need to apologize. You're right on time. Take a seat."

You pursed your lips, sitting down as indicated, feeling the weight of the atmosphere in the room. Roman's composed demeanor didn't fail to remind you of the authority he held, even in a casual setting like this.

"I know I've been MIA, and I haven't been responsive," you began, your voice tentative as you glanced between Roman and Jey. "There's no excuse for my absence or for not responding to your messages."

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Roman held up a hand, indicating he should remain silent for now. "We understand," Roman said calmly, his gaze fixed on you. "We just wanted to ensure you were okay. We know you needed your time. Are you healing up okay?"

You nodded, the weight of their understanding and non-confrontational approach easing some of the tension in your shoulders. "Yeah, I'm getting better, but it's been a process." You admitted, lifting your shirt slightly to reveal a faint scar along your ribs that made both men wince. "As you can see."

"Damn, Ronda really fucked you up, huh?" At your glare, Jey winced and apologized, "I mean, sorry. Didn't mean to be rude. Just saying, it's good to see you back though. People here missed you."

Roman inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "Indeed. Your absence has been felt, Y/N."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Being back here, facing Roman, it was both daunting and strangely comforting. "I... I didn't plan on coming back just yet, but something made me reconsider."

Jey leaned forward, curiosity evident in his voice. "What made you change your mind?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much you wanted to disclose. You were close with Roman after all, not Jey. But something in his gaze told you that this conversation was one you could trust them with. Trust him with. 

"I needed time away, time to think, to heal. But something in me told me it was time to face things, to come back and finish the journey." 

Roman leaned back into his chair, his gaze still focused on you. "I'm glad that you're back, and I apologize that we haven't been in contact like we used to. Being the head of the ribal Chief comes with its own responsibilities, and sometimes that means we overlook things. But I assure you, you're still family to me. Which is why I sent Paul after you to make sure you were alright."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at Roman's words, the mention of Paul's involvement still puzzling you. "Yeah, about Paul?" you questioned, confusion evident in your voice. "He reached out to me a while back, but I didn't quite understand what he wanted. Something about an opportunity."

Roman nodded, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes. I told him to check up on you, see how you were doing. But most importantly, to ask you about an opprounity." He paused, leaning forward, his demeanor shifting to a more business-like tone. "And that is to be my right hand woman." 

Your breath caught in your throat at Roman's statement, and you were sure that if you were drinking water that would have been the moment you'd have spat it out in surprise. "I-I'm sorry?"

Roman, to his credit, maintained his composed demeanor, his gaze steady yet filled with a hint of amusement at your reaction as he repeated himself. “I want you by my side, as a part of the Bloodline. To be the right hand woman I need. You've got the fire and resilience that I've been looking for. You might have been gone for a bit, but it doesn't change what you bring to the table. And I want to make you start your journey and realize you bring the whole damn universe to the table."

You were speechless, your mind reeling from this entire converstation.  Being invited to be a part of the Bloodline, to serve as Roman's right hand, it was beyond anything you had imagined or anticipated. 

"I... I don't know what to say," you stammered, your mind racing with a flurry of emotions. "But.. I'm not blood like the rest of you. I'm not a part of your family, Roman. I don't know if I fit in with the Bloodline."

Roman leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he observed your reaction. "That's why I said my right hand woman, not my right hand blood. Like with  Paul, he's my wiseman and not my blood. You can be that, and so much more." Roman's words were deliberate, his tone holding a weight of certainty. 

Roman's words were deliberate, his tone holding a weight of certainty. "You can be the greatest woman's champion the WWE has ever seen. You can be the greatest asset to the Bloodline, regardless of blood relations. You can be the greatest woman to hold this position, all the power, and you don't need to be blood to achieve that." He leaned closer to you, his eyes fixated on yours, his words laden with conviction. "All you have to do is acknowledge me."

You breathed heavily,  were taken aback by Roman's sincerity and the offer itself. It was something you hadn't anticipated, especially after your absence and the confusion that surrounded your return. "But why do you want me?" You asked,  your voice a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. "I mean, I've been gone for so long. There are others who could be much better at this role, much more qualified than I am."

Roman leaned back in his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips as he regarded you. "Even after all these years you are still as modest as ever," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"I want you because you bring something to the table that others might not possess. I realized that in this group of men that I lead, I need a woman that can calm our fires and amplify our strengths, yet ignite those same fires when necessary. I need a woman that can command respect without uttering a word, someone who carries their own weight, and someone who's unafraid to respectfully challenge me when needed because I trust your judgement after years of friendship. You possess a fire that's essential for what I envision. You might not see it, but I do."

You were stunned by Roman's words. His perception of you and the role he believed you could play within the Bloodline were far beyond what you had imagined. The weight of his trust and the responsibility he was offering left you feeling both honored and overwhelmed.

"I... I need some time to think about this," you finally replied, still processing the enormity of Roman's proposition. "It's a lot to take in, Roman. I appreciate the offer, but you must understand that I need a minute to-"

"I understand," Roman interrupted, his voice gentle yet firm. "Take all the time you need. I don't expect an answer right away. Just know that the offer stands, and whenever you're ready to give me your response, I'll be here." He leaned back, giving you a reassuring nod that you delivered back. "Jey, walk her out."

Jey, who had been observing the exchange in silence, leaned forward and stood up, nodding at Roman. "Sure thing, Uce." He turned to you, offering you a small smile as he was a gentlemen, but his expression was guarded. "C'mon, I'll walk you out."

You nodded, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within you. Standing up from your seat, you cast one last glance at Roman, who nodded in acknowledgment before you followed Jey out of the room.

As you walked alongside Jey, silence enveloped both of you. It was a strange feeling—being back here, facing the unexpected turn of events, facing your own emotions, and considering the proposition Roman had offered. Jey seemed contemplative, as if he had questions but chose not to voice them until you were almost at the exit.

"Why?'

You blinked at Jey's question, taking a moment to process his words. "Why what?" you asked, slightly puzzled by his sudden inquiry.

"Why you?" Jey clarified, glancing at you with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. "I mean, I know ya'll are friends, but you've been gone for a while. You've been quiet, and suddenly, the Tribal Chief wants you back as his right hand. What's so special about you?"

You paused, considering your response. Jey had a point. Your sudden reappearance and Roman's offer might seem surprising to someone observing from the outside. Taking a breath, you decided to offer a glimpse of your perspective.

"I wish I could give you an answer, Jey." You replied, your voice measured as you walked alongside him. "But I honestly don't know. This all happened so fast. One minute I'm trying to cope with my loss, and the next, Roman's offering me a position within the Bloodline." You looked at him quizzically before continuing. "Why do you think Roman offered this to me?"

Jey furrowed his brows, contemplating your question. He wasn't expecting you to seek his input on the matter. Nobody really asked him for his opinion within the family, but there was something in your gaze that prompted him to consider your query seriously. Maybe it was because you actually desired his opinion in a time where no one else did that slightly warmed his heart, but he’d never admit it.

"I don't know," Jey replied honestly, shaking his head slightly. "But Roman sees something in you. Something that he thinks can be an asset to us. You might not see it, but he does."

He paused, glancing at you briefly before averting his gaze. "Maybe it's 'cause he trusts you. Or maybe there's something you bring that nobody else does. I ain't sure, but I know when Roman makes a move like this, he's got his reasons. He don't just do things without a reason."

You nodded thoughtfully, giving Jey a smile as you processed his words. "Well, whatever the reason, I hope it leads to me seeing you around more often,” you added with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension slightly.

Jey offered a small smile in return, though his expression remained somewhat guarded even though he wanted to be friendly. A nice pretty girl wanted to be his friend and all he was doing was analyzing her for answers on Roman. “Yeah, we'll see about that," he replied cryptically before opening the door for you. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

You gave Jey a nod of acknowledgment, appreciating his gesture. "You too, Jey. Thanks for walking me out." With a last smile, Jey watched as you left the arena, your beautiful presence disappearing as you stepped out.

‘Damn,’ Jey thought to himself, there's something more to her than meets the eye.’ Maybe he had underestimated you. Maybe it's worth paying attention to.

And maybe he wouldn’t hate getting to know you more.

You winced slightly as you changed into your gym clothes in the locker room. It had been a few months now since you got hurt, and you were now cleared, but your body still hurt like a bitch.

It had also been a few months since Roman asked you to join the Bloodline, and you gave him your answer a few weeks later: A resounding yes.

You tried to acknowledge him in the confines of his office with the Jimmy, Jey and Paul with you, but Roman told you that he'd make you acknowledge when you passed his test and he would know for sure you were loyal to the Bloodline. Roman told you in the meantime thought to get acquainted with the rest of the members, and to start training with them until you were ready to be on TV again. Which led to you going to the Bloodline's own personal gym located in the arena and training and hanging out with the twins.

Jimmy was funny, cool, and always hyped up, and quickly took a liking to you because of your shared humor and your kind spirit; the two of you were always goofing around and letting loose. But Jey was- as you found out- a tough nut to crack.

It wasn't like he was rude- he never yelled at you or treated you poorly. In fact, he was quite respectful, but  but he had a guarded demeanor around you. He was more reserved, observant, and often seemed lost in his thoughts. You found it a bit challenging to get him to open up or engage in conversations beyond the necessary exchanges during training sessions.

It was like there was an invisible barrier that kept you both at a distance. You couldn't quite pinpoint why, but there was an underlying tension whenever you were around him. You tried to engage in conversation, crack jokes, or even just ask about his day, but his responses were always short and guarded.

It was like he had his guard up around you all the time, but it didn't make things awkward or uncomfortable; rather, it made you more determined to break through that barrier.

But it wasn't your own doing that almost broke through that barrier though. It was Kevin. One day, after a particularly tough training session, you were sitting on the bench catching your breath while Jey was nearby, lost in his thoughts as usual. You glared when you saw Kevin coming over to you.

"This is a private gym, Kevin. I knew you were stupid, but I didnt think you were illiterate." You spat at him. Kevin wasn't fazed by your reaction, instead coming closer to you. 

"You're right. This is a private gym for the Bloodline. So what are you doing here?" Kevin huffed at you. This had to be a mistake, there's no way you would join the faction that tried to take him out.

"I am here as part of the Bloodline. So you need to leave." You stood up, facing Kevin with determination in your eyes. The tension in the air was palpable, and it seemed like a confrontation was inevitable.

Jey, who had been nearby, observing the interaction, raised a cautious eyebrow at Kevin's approach and your response. He had seen you and Kevin exchange words before, and it was clear there was some animosity between you two. He and everyone knew you guys were ex-best friends, and Jey wasn't one to meddle in others' business, especially when it came to personal disputes, but something about this situation made him uneasy.

Kevin glanced between you and Jey, his expression morphing into one of disbelief. "You?" He scoffed, his tone laced with incredulity. "Part of the Bloodline? That's a joke, right?"

 When you didn't respond, he chuckled sarcasatically, like he couldn't believe it. "Are you kidding me? Are you stupid? Damn, I was right when I said that Ronda knocked some marbles outta your head. You really think that joining them is a good idea? They are nothing but manipulative shitheads."

You rolled your eyes, unamused by Kevin's insults. Typical Kevin, never congratulating you on anything good you do or are a part of. "You don't know anything about what's going on, Kevin. So just leave."

But Kevin seemed undeterred, his voice rising slightly. "They're using you, Y/N. Can't you see that? You're better than this. Don't let them drag you down into their mess. They'll chew you up and spit you out like they do with everyone else."

You tried to ignore him and go back to lifting your weights, but Kevin snatched the dumbbell from your hand, causing you to stand up abruptly, a mix of frustration and anger evident on your face. "Give it back, Kevin," you demanded firmly, your tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on with you! Are you this demented that you can't see when you're being played?"

"Seems like the only demented person here is you!" You tried to grab he dumbbell back, but Kevin held onto it firmly, a stubborn look on his face. The tension in the gym escalated as your argument continued, both of you getting more heated with your words.

"They are just using you!"

"Of course you would know about using people, that's all you ever do!"

"God, you are so much like Sami! So fucking naive and stubborn!"

The mention of Sami seemed to strike a nerve with you. You clenched your jaw, your expression turning stony as you took a step closer to Kevin.

"I told you that I'm done with you and Sami," you seethed, your voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. "So give me back the dumbbell and get the fuck out of here, and the fuck out of my life."

"Im just trying to protect you, damn it!" 

"She don't need your protecting no more, she got the Bloodline." The both of you turned at the sudden interruption, and you looked up at Jey who moved in front of you and was glaring at Kevin with an intense gaze, his tone firm and commanding.

"Excuse me? This doesn't concern you, so just leave us alone." Kevin glared at Jey, not appreciating his interference. To him, Jey was just another member of the faction that he despised and that was using you. 

Jey narrowed his eyes slightly, his stance unwavering and  his voice steady as he spoke. "She's a part of the Bloodline now, Kevin. It does concern me. Give her the dumbbell, and leave us alone."

Kevin stared back at Jey for a moment, his eyes flickering between Jey's imposing stance and your determined one, and you thought that a fight would break out between them, but eventually, he dropped the dumbbell with a scoff. "

Fine. But don't think that I'm letting them take you from me." With that threat, Kevin shot one last glare at both of you before storming out of the gym.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the confrontation easing off your shoulders. Turning to Jey, who was still standing in front of you, you were taken aback by the protective stance he had taken during the argument.

"Thank you, Jey," you said softly, grateful for his intervention. "I appreciate you stepping in."

Jey shrugged slightly, his guard still up but a hint of something softer in his expression. "Didn't seem right to let him get in your face like that," he muttered, his voice gruff but underlying concern evident in his tone.

You nodded in understanding, feeling a sense of camaraderie in the way Jey had backed you up. "Yeah, he's always been like that." You chuckled slightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Always thinks he knows what's best for me."

Jey's lips twitched into a small smile, a glimmer of warmth breaking through his guarded demeanor.  "Sounds familiar,"he replied cryptically, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly.

He shifted his weight slightly, glancing around the gym before his gaze settled back on you. "You good?"

You nodded, offering Jey a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks again." There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you, before Jey cleared his throat, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he spoke up. "Listen, I know I ain't been the most welcoming or talkative. Just... didn't feel like my place to get involved with your business. But.. I gotta ask you something."

You paused, curious about what Jey wanted to ask you. "Sure, what's up?" you replied, your tone inviting despite the underlying tension from the earlier confrontation with Kevin.

Jey hesitated for a moment, his guarded expression faltering slightly as he glanced away before meeting your gaze again. "Why you ain't text me back?"

You blinked, taken aback by the unexpected question. "Why didn't I text you back?" You echoed, surprised by the sudden inquiry. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure of how to respond to Jey's question. After a beat, you offered an honest answer, wanting to address his concern no matter how embarrassing it would be.

"It wasn't intentional, Jey," you began, your voice gentle as you met his gaze. "Everything happened so suddenly, and I needed time to myself. I didn't mean to ignore you or anyone else. And Seth... you know my boyfriend, right?" Jey nodded, and you continued, "He saw it and kind of got...don't laugh... jealous about you reaching out, so he asked me not to reply to anyone outside my close circle."

You chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed admitting it. A boyfriend shouldn't have an issue with you talking to whoever you wanted, but Seth wasn't a good boyfriend, as much as you didn't want to admit it.  "I didn't want to make things worse by explaining, so I just... didn't respond to anyone. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Jey raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of understanding mixed with a hint of surprise. "Oh." Jey nodded slowly, processing your explanation, a small smile threatening to break out on his face. He aint even do anything yet your man was getting all jealous. 

You spotted the smile and groaned, holding your hand in your face in embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't laugh!" you protested, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Jey chuckled lightly, the smile finally breaking through as he shook his head at the sight of you being bashful. " "I ain't laughin', I'm just... surprised. Seth really got jealous over that?" He shook his head in disbelief before looking back at you with a more serious expression.

You let go of your face and looked up at him, shrugging and Jey felt his heart hurt slightly when your smile was replaced with a frown at the memory of your relationship. 

"It's okay, Y/N. You ain't gotta apologize. Don't worry about it. It's in the past." Jey reassured you, his tone gentle as he placed a hand on your shoulder briefly, a gesture of comfort. "I get it, you needed your space. I just wanted to know you were okay." Seth clearly wasn't a good guy if he was getting you all worked up like this, clearly not appreciating the literal goddess in his life that was you. Roman was right, Seth really was an idiot. 

You offered Jey a grateful smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his understanding. "Thanks, Jey. I appreciate that." Despite the earlier tension, you felt a certain warmth in this moment of connection with him.

Jey nodded, a small smile still playing on his lips before that guarded expression returned. "Anytime. Just... next time, let me know you're taking a break, yeah?" he said, a hint of playful teasing in his voice before his expression turned serious again. "I'll see you around."

 With that, Jey nodded at you before walking away, leaving you to contemplate the unexpected exchange.

And now, you were getting ready to have another training session with him and hopefully break through his tough demeanor. As you were lacing up your sneakers, the door opened, and in popped  in Becky Lynch. You smiled at the sight of one of your closest friends, who was also now the Raw Women's Champion- you couldn't be more proud of her.

But that smile dropped into a frown at the sight of her in near tears, and when her eyes locked onto yours, they seemed to fill with more emotion.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, concerned as you stood up and walked over to her, opening up your arms to her for a hug.

Becky rushed into your arms, her body shaking slightly as she held onto you tightly, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "I-I can't tell you."

You furrowed your brow, concern deepening as you gently rubbed her back. "You can tell me anything, you know that." You brought the both of you to the couch and sat down, waiting for Becky to calm down enough to speak. After a few moments, she took a deep breath and looked at you with teary eyes.

"You're gonna hate me. God, you're so nice and understanding, and I'm about to ruin it." Becky wiped her tears, trying to steady her voice as she spoke. 

"No, you're not." You tried to hug her again, offering reassurance. "Whatever it is, Becky, I won't hate you. Just tell me what's going on."

Becky pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto yours, a mix of guilt and pain in her gaze. "Seth and I have been sneaking behind your back."

Your heart stopped and your mind went blank. You had a million thoughts rushing through your head, but you couldn't seem to process any of them. The silence lingered between you and Becky as the weight of her confession sank in.

"What?" Your voice turned cold but was barely above a whisper as you processed the words Becky had just confessed. It felt like the ground beneath you had crumbled, leaving you suspended in a state of disbelief.

Becky winced, her gaze filled with remorse and regret. "Yes, we've been seeing each other," Becky admitted, her voice wavering with guilt. "It started a while back. We didn't mean for it to happen, it just... did."

Your throat tightened, and you felt a surge of anger and hurt swirling within you. You had always supported Becky through anything and everything. When she needed someone, you were there for her, yet she betrayed your trust in the worst way possible. And she came in here and hugged you and tried to get your comfort when she was the one who caused you such pain.

It felt like a punch to the gut. You were used. You always gave too much and received betrayal in return. You pulled away from Becky, your expression a mix of shock, hurt, and anger. 

"How long?" The question escaped your lips before you could stop it, your voice barely audible as you fought to maintain composure.

Becky  sighed, her expression pained. "Please, don't make me hurt you even mo-"

"How. Long." Any traces of the kind, caring tone had vanished from your voice, replaced by an icy coldness that mirrored the betrayal and hurt you felt. Your eyes bore into Becky's, demanding an answer despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within you.

Becky sighed heavily, looking down as if unable to meet your gaze. "A few months. I'm so sorry, Y/N. We never meant to hurt you. It just... happened."

"You never meant to hurt me." you repeated, feeling a surge of disbelief and anger rising within you. "While I was dealing with everything, you and Seth... behind my back, and you never meant to hurt me!?" You shouted , your voice cracking with the weight of betrayal and hurt. The pain cut deep, and the sense of betrayal overwhelmed you.

Becky's eyes filled with more tears, her voice shaky as she tried to explain. "It was a mistake, Y/N. Please, I never wanted this to happen. I was just confused, and I know that's not an excuse, but I never wanted to hurt you."

You shook your head in disbelief, feeling anger and heartbreak intertwine within you. "You knew what I was going through. You knew how much I was struggling, and yet, you did this." Your voice wavered as you struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the betrayal. "You came to me for comfort, you acted like nothing was wrong, and all the while... this was happening."

Becky reached out to you, her expression desperate and remorseful. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. Please, I never wanted to hurt you. You are so sweet and kind, I didn't want to tell you because I knew how much this would hurt you, so I thought keeping it to myself would solve that, but I couldn't live with the guilt." She waited for your answer, but when you didn't respond, Becky paused, her eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Please..."

You looked up at Becky, your vision clouded by a mixture of pain, anger, and betrayal. Her desperate plea for forgiveness echoed in your ears and fueled your anger. It was rare that you would get angry, because you couldn't control yourself when it happened, but this was an exception.

 How dare she act sad when she 's the one who caused this pain? How could she deceive you like this? 

You stood up from the couch, distancing yourself from Becky, your eyes red with anger. "You're right, I am sweet and kind." You got up and closed the door, making Becky's eyebrows furrow in concern.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

You ignored her and slowly made your way to her, and Becky could clearly see the anger in your usually sweet eyes. It was terrifying. She realized too late what you were about to do. "Maybe that should change. Right. Now."

Jey sucked his teeth in concern as he made his way down the hallway, checking his phone to see if you messaged him back. You were 20 minutes late, so naturally he got concerned and annoyed at the fact that you were late. Maybe you and Kevin got into another fight? The thought made him walk faster to your locker room.

As he approached the hallway it was in, he heard banging and raised voices and saw  a crowd that was surrounding something. Immediately Jey realized it was your locker room and a knot formed in his stomach.

He quickly pushed through the crowd and saw you holding Becky by the hair and slamming her against the wall, anger etched deeply into your expression, and Seth trying and failing to separate the two of you. 

"You're sorry, Becky!?" You screamed into her face, slamming her into the wall again, punching her over and over again, the anger clouding your judgement. Your nails digged into her skin, and tears streamed down Becky's face as she tried to shield herself from the blows.

Seth tried to intervene, but you grabbed him and slammed him onto the floor, hitting him low before going back to Becky. "The both of you mean nothing to me! Nothing!"

Jey's heart sank at the sight before him. He immediately rushed forward, trying to pry you away from Becky. The look on your face scared him. It was a side of you he had never seen before. "Y/N, stop! Stop it!"

You were consumed by rage, blinded by the betrayal and hurt that coursed through you. It took all of Jey's strength to pull you away from Becky, holding you back as you continued to struggle against his grip, your fists clenched, yearning to lash out again.

You tried to claw at Becky, grabbing her hair but Jey quickly grabbed your hands and restrained you, trying his best to calm you down and keep you from causing more harm. "Y/N, calm down! Please, calm down!"

Becky was visibly shaken, tears streaming down her face as she held her head, the impact against the wall still ringing in her ears. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Please, I never meant to hurt you."

Your adrenaline-fueled rage had consumed you, and you tried to fight off Jey, but he dragged the both of you away from the chaotic scene. He had to use all his strength to hold you back, your struggle showing no sign of ceasing. "Y/N, stop, it's enough! It's over!"

The commotion had attracted the attention of security, who swiftly arrived to help Jey calm the situation. They assisted in separating you from Becky and Seth, guiding each of you to different areas to diffuse the tension.

You were seething with anger and pain, your emotions swirling into a maelstrom that clouded your thoughts. Jey kept a firm grip on you, trying to talk you down. "Y/N, look at me. You need to breathe. You're not thinking straight."

You were too far gone to be responsive to Jey's words. All you could think of was Becky and Seth kissing each other, betraying your trust, and the way they had deceived you. The hurt was overwhelming, clouding any rational thought.

Jey continued to hold onto you, trying his best to calm your raging emotions. "Look at me."

You were shaking with anger and pain, your eyes blazing with an intensity that Jey had never seen before. He knew that trying to reason with you in this state would be futile, but he had to do something to snap you out of this anger-fueled haze.

He grabbed you and hauled you both into the nearest locker room and sat you down on the couch. You were shaking and tried to stand up to make a break for it, but Jey blocked the door, firmly keeping you inside. "Y/N, listen to me. You're not thinking clearly. You need to breathe and calm down."

You glared at Jey, your chest heaving with anger and hurt. "Let me go, Jey. I need to... I need to..."

"You need to calm down first," Jey interrupted, his voice firm but filled with concern. You tried to push past him, but he wouldn't budge. 

Your hands trembled with rage, and you felt an overwhelming urge to lash out again, to confront Becky and Seth, to make them understand the pain they'd caused. But Jey's presence and his calming tone managed to break through the fog of your emotions, albeit slightly.

"You ain't going nowhere, Y/N. What you gon' do is sit ya pretty ass down and some deep breaths for me, drink some water, and try to calm yourself."  Jey instructed, his voice commanding yet filled with genuine care. 

"I can't calm down!" You shouted, the pain evident in your eyes as you tried to push him one last time, until he managed to gently restrain you, forcing you to sit back down on the couch.

Jey sat beside you, maintaining a firm yet comforting grip on your shoulders. "Yes, you can. Take deep breaths with me, okay? In... and out." He demonstrated the rhythm, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, encouraging you to follow suit.

"B-but they-"

Jey gently interrupted you with a reassuring tone. "They ain't worth your peace, Y/N. Right now, you need to focus on you. I know it hurts, but you can't let them see you break. They ain't worth it. You are worth more than that."

You took in a shaky breath, trying to emulate Jey's breathing pattern. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes and attempted to regain control over your emotions. Gradually, your breathing began to steady, the adrenaline slowly subsiding.

"That's it." Jey encouraged softly, noticing your attempts to calm down. "Keep breathing. You're doing great." Whenever the anger seemed to rise again, Jey would gently remind you to focus on your breath, guiding you through the calming exercise until your breathing regulated, and the storm of emotions began to ebb away, leaving behind a heavy, lingering ache.

As the initial shock and fury lessened, tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Jey sensed the shift in your emotions and pulled you into a comforting hug. "It's okay, Y/N. Let it out. You've been through a lot."

You clung to Jey, the dam finally breaking as you sobbed, the weight of betrayal and hurt cascading out of you. Jey held you close, providing a steady presence and a comforting embrace as you allowed the flood of emotions to pour out.

"T-They fucking went behind my back," you choked out between sobs, your voice raw with pain and betrayal. "I trusted them, Jey. I trusted them with everything."

Jey rubbed your back soothingly, offering silent support as you let out the pent-up emotions as he tried to not get angry himself. He would defiantly be beating Seth's ass after this. "I know, Y/N. I know," he murmured gently, his voice filled with empathy.

After what felt like an eternity, your tears eventually subsided into soft sniffles. Jey released you from the hug but kept a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "You did good, calming down like that," he commended softly.

You nodded, feeling emotionally drained but slightly more composed. "Thank you, Jey," you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying.

 "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." You had an embarrassed expression, feeling a mix of shame and gratitude for Jey's support. "Now you know why I usually try to not get angry, cause I'm scared of what it can make me do."

Jey gently shook his head, offering a comforting smile. "Nah, don't apologize. I get it. You honestly reacted better than I would have."

At your hearty chuckle, Jey smiled warmly. "Hey, I'm being serious. If that were me, I'd probably have caused more damage." He chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension. "But seriously, you did good by calming down. Shows strength."

"Yeah right," You retorted, grabbing the drink from Jey's hand and taking a long sip, grateful for the hydration after the emotional turmoil. "I felt like I was losing it back there."

"That's not a bad thing, y'know?" At your quizzical gaze, Jey continued. "Feeling your emotions, letting 'em out, that's normal. And I know you usually like to be the sweetest person in the room, but that's also letting people walk all over you."

Jey paused, choosing his words carefully. "Jimmy is the same way, y'know? He is the kindest soul, but sometimes folks take advantage of that. You gotta find the balance, Y/N. If you wanna be in the Bloodline, you can't let nobody mess with you. You gotta let your inner rage out, otherwise ain't nobody gonna respect you or see you as an equal."

You sighed, capping the water bottle and nodding slowly at Jey's words. "Yeah, I know. It's just... it's hard to find that balance sometimes. I don't want to hurt people, you know? I try to be understanding and kind, but then things like this happen." You glanced away, still processing the whirlwind of emotions.

"I know you don't," Jey reassured, patting your shoulder gently. "But sometimes, folks need to see that you ain't to be messed with. It's about respect, and right now, you need to focus on you."

You nodded, knowing he was right. You always tried to be the peacekeeper, but it was more of a weakness than a strength. "You're right, but when I get mad I tend to lose control. That's why I try to not get angry. I don't want to hurt anyone."

Jey gave you a sympathetic and understanding look. "I get it. But you gotta stop being this goody two-shoes all the time. It's eating you up inside. You gotta learn to stand up for yourself and let people know when they cross the line. That anger? You gotta embrace it cause it's a part of you.

You sighed, feeling torn between your innate nature and the advice Jey was offering. "I'll try, Jey. But it's hard. I don't want to become someone I'm not."

"You won't. I won't let you." You blinked at the kindness and conviction in Jey's tone. "I know I haven't been the most welcoming person, but that's cause I have trouble opening up to people. But I see you, Y/N. I see how much you care, how much you try. How you are loyal to the core." Jey paused, his expression softening. "And I know you'll be loyal to the Bloodline, right?" 

You didn't hesitate to nod in response. "Of course, Jey. Always." Despite the whirlwind of emotions, your loyalty was unwavering. "I appreciate you opening up to me, and I can promise you that I won't betray that trust."

Jey smiled, satisfied with your response. "Good. I need you to be loyal, because... I really like having you around. But I can't have you 'round if you ain't loyal to the family. And I know you and K.O got some history..."

"That's in the past." You interjected, trying to dismiss any concerns Jey might have. "Kevin and I have our differences, but I am done with him and anyone else that is a problem for us. I promise you." You gently laid a hand on Jey's arm, reassuring him of your commitment.

Jey stayed silent for a moment, staring at you as if he could see inside your soul, seeing if your words held true. After a moment, he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Okay. But it ain't up to me if that's true, it's up to the chief." You gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before his phone dinged and he glanced at the notification.

"It's the Chief, he wants to see you." Jey pocketed his phone before holding out his hand to you, helping you stand up from the couch.

You nodded, accepting Jey's assistance as you stood up, feeling a little more composed than earlier.

"Thanks, Jey. Walk me to him?" You asked, feeling a bit more confident asking considering he told you he likes you now. Jey gave you an affirming nod. "Sure thing. Let's go."

As the two of you walked through the corridors, Jey kept a close eye on you, making sure you were holding up okay after the intense emotional outburst.

When you reached Roman's office, before you grabbed the door handle, Jey grabbed your hand and spoke in a hushed tone, his voice serious yet supportive. His hand felt soft and comforting as he gripped yours gently. "Y/N, I got your back. Just be honest with the Chief, alright? He can see through lies. Just tell him what happened."

You met Jey's gaze, appreciating the sincerity in his eyes. "I will, Jey. Thank you, really." With a deep breath, you nodded to signal that you were ready to face Roman. Jey gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before releasing it, standing back as you opened the door and entered Roman's office.

Roman glanced up from his desk, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern as he noticed your state. "Y/N, come in." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Care to tell me what happened?"

You internally winced at Roman's tone. You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts before speaking. "It's Becky and Seth, Chief." Your voice wavered slightly as the flood of emotions threatened to resurface. "They've been... they've been sneaking around, behind my back. And I just exploded."

Roman's brow furrowed as he observed your demeanor, his expression turning serious. "Explain."

You recounted the events that had unfolded, detailing Becky's confession and the subsequent emotional turmoil you'd experienced. Roman listened attentively, his expression unreadable as he took in every word you spoke.

"And you lost control," Roman summarized, his tone stern yet controlled.

You nodded, feeling a sense of guilt for having lost your composure. "Yes, Chief. I'm sorry, I just... I couldn't handle it."

"No, you handled it perfectly." You furrowed your brow in confusion at Roman's unexpected response.

"Look, I am sorry for the emotional turmoil you are experiencing right now, make no mistake about it." Roman clarified, his tone softer now. "But this angry, out of control, fiery and real version of you is what I wanted out of you. What I am working to get out of you. Not the meek and docile version. That version isn't strong, it's weak. I want you to be strong. I need you to be strong."

Roman leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful.  "I told you that I wanted you to join the Bloodline because I needed someone to be loyal, strong, and willing to stand their ground. You proved that today. I didn't ask you to join for a moment. I didn't ask you to join because I thought you were just going to be another face in the group. I asked you to join because I saw something in you. And what I saw today? That's what I've been waiting for."

You were taken aback by Roman's words, his perspective catching you off guard. You expected reprimand, not validation for your display of raw emotion. "Though attacking without running it by me is not the usual protocol, I appreciate the fire in you, Y/N. Loyalty and strength are the cornerstones of the Bloodline. Today is an exception."

Roman leaned forward, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. "But you won't do that again without my permission, you understand me?"

You nodded quickly, Roman's tone making the gravity of the situation clear. Yes, Chief. I won't let it happen again without your say-so."

Roman leaned back, his expression shifting to a more contemplative one. "Now, as for Becky and Seth..." He paused, his gaze piercing through you. "They've made their bed. But that doesn't mean we let this slide."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of trepidation and curiosity about what Roman might do next. "What do you want me to do?"

Roman leaned forward again, his tone low but firm. "Remember the test of loyalty, Y/N?" Roman's voice was a low rumble, filled with authority. "This is yours. I want you to observe them. Gain their trust. Make them believe everything is fine, that you've forgiven them."

Your eyes widened slightly at the magnitude of the task. It was a test of your loyalty and acting skills. "But Chief, I'm not sure I can do that. After what they did..."

Roman's gaze hardened, his voice brooking no argument. "This is a test, Y/N. You wanted to be part of the Bloodline, and this is what it entails. I need to know you're capable of playing the game when needed. You don't have to forgive them. You don't even have to mean a word of what you say to them. But you'll do it for the family. Understood?"

You nodded, albeit reluctantly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Yes, Chief. I'll do it."

Roman leaned forward again, his tone low but firm. "I want you to show them where their place is in the hierarchy of the Bloodline. They've disrespected you and the family. At Elimination Chamber, I need you to take that title from Becky. Make her think it's a non-personal rivalry, make her believe she's going up against just another challenger. But I want you to make it personal. Show her the consequence of betrayal. Show her what happens when you mess with us. Mess with you, my right hand woman."

You wanted to argue with him, but the taste of revenge was bittersweet on your tongue. However, you couldn't deny the commanding presence of Roman's orders. "I understand, Chief. I'll make sure to handle it."

"Good." Roman's tone softened slightly.  "I want that title, Y/N. That title belongs with us, with the Bloodline. Show Becky why betraying the family has consequences. Make her feel it. And remember, this is only the beginning of your test."

You shot Roman a confused look. "What do you mean, Chief?"

Roman leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady as he regarded you. "Becky and Seth crossed a line, and their actions won't go unpunished. Jey will handle Seth at Elimination Chamber as well as the other competitors- Kevin, Sami, Daniel Bryan and Cesaro."

Roman gave you a knowing look when he mentioned your two former best friends. It seemed Roman had devised a plan, a grander scheme beyond just your personal feud. "But at the end of Elimination Chamber, you will understand what I mean. You will begin to see the bigger picture. This is your initiation into the family, and it starts with showing your loyalty and strength. Do you understand?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of Roman's words and the task he had assigned you. "Yes, Chief. I'll do what needs to be done."

Roman seemed satisfied with your response. "Good. I trust you'll handle this accordingly." He leaned back in his chair, signaling the end of your conversation. "I know you have a big heart. But trust me, this isn't about revenge. This is about power and control. This is about securing our dominance in this business. There are no good guys or bad guys, there are just humans who have been betrayed and those who betrayed. And sometimes you have to hurt before you get justice."

Roman's words echoed in your mind, leaving a sense of determination mingled with the weight of the task ahead. He was right. You need to be focused on what's best for you instead of what you think is right. Morals had no high ground here, only the will to survive and dominate. And you wanted to dominate.

"Thank you, Chief. I won't let you down," you replied, steeling yourself for the challenges that lay ahead.

Roman nodded in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable yet reassuring. "You're dismissed, Y/N. Focus on what you need to do. The family comes first."

With a nod, you rose from the chair, feeling a mix of determination and apprehension about the tasks ahead. You left Roman's office, the weight of his instructions heavy on your shoulders.

As you exited Roman's office, Jey caught your eye, and you shared a brief glance. He approached you, a serious yet supportive look in his eyes. "You good?"

You nodded, albeit with a hint of uncertainty. "Yeah, I'll manage."

Jey placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, offering you a reassuring smile. "You got this, Y/N. Just remember, do what you gotta do. Roman's got a plan. He's doing this for the family. The Bloodline. For you. You have to do whatever he asked of you. You have to obey, or you'll get hurt. I can't let you get hurt." It seemed like Jey didn't plan on saying the last sentence out, but he didn't waver. Instead he paused, gauging your reaction.

You nodded, acknowledging Jey's advice, and reciprocated with a grateful expression. "Thanks, Jey. I appreciate it, appreciate you." You thought of hugging him, but decided against it, not wanting to make Jey uncomfortable.

Instead, you gave Jey a thankful nod and a small smile.

Jey patted your shoulder once more before stepping back. You're welcome. Take care of yourself, alright? I'll see you tomorrow, we can grab some food. Lord knows you need it, I haven't seen you eat any snacks at the back." Jey joked lightly, trying to lift your spirits.

You chuckled softly, grateful for Jey's attempt to lighten the mood. "I'll try not to starve, Jey. Thanks for looking out for me."

He gave you a playful nod before stepping back, letting you proceed on your path. "Of course. See you tomorrow, girl."

As walked away, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within you. The weight of Roman's orders and the task at hand lay heavy on your mind. The idea of deceiving Becky and Seth, all the while planning your revenge, felt conflicting. But you knew what was at stake - your loyalty to the Bloodline and the need to assert your place within it. Could you really act like everything was fine when, in reality, you were seething with anger and hurt?

You spotted Becky about to leave, and decided you could.

"Hey, Becky!" She looked up at her name being called, and you approached her with a composed demeanor, despite the turmoil within you. She seemed scared when you came closer to her, as if expecting you to physically lash out again. However, you maintained your calm, albeit somewhat strained, composure.

"Hey, Y/N," Becky greeted cautiously, her voice tinged with apprehension.

You took a deep breath, trying to mask the storm of emotions brewing inside you. "I just wanted to say that I appreciate your honesty earlier. It took a lot of courage to confess." The words felt hollow leaving your lips, but you knew this was part of the task Roman had assigned.

Becky looked surprised by your response, her eyes darting with uncertainty. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you. It's eating me up inside."

You gave her a small, forced smile. "I understand, Becky. I was angry earlier, but I took some time to calm down, and I realized that I appreciate you coming clean."

Your voice sounded composed, almost unnaturally so, as you forced yourself to maintain a calm façade. "Is Seth okay? I hit him when I was angry."

Becky seemed taken aback by your composed demeanor, but she nodded, trying to hide her surprise. "He's fine. Just a little shaken up, but he'll be okay." She paused, studying your face for any signs of the anger she had witnessed earlier. "Are you... okay, Y/N?"

You nodded, masking your true emotions behind a façade of calmness. "I'm fine, Becky. Just needed some time to cool off." The words felt like a lie, but you knew you had to play your part in this act.

"I am hurt, but you are one of my closest friends, and I don't want out friendship to end like this, Becks." You forced a smile, hoping it appeared genuine.

Becky's expression softened with a hint of relief. "I'm really sorry, Y/N. I hope we can work through this somehow. I hate that I hurt you."

You nodded, trying to maintain the charade of forgiveness. "I'm sure we'll figure something out. How about I ride with you to the next show tonight? We can talk more then, if you want."

Becky looked surprised at your offer, clearly not expecting this response. "Uh, yeah, sure. That would be great, actually."

You nodded, trying to hide the turmoil within you as you made plans to continue this act. "Alright then, lemme grab my stuff and we'll be on our way." You tried to keep your tone neutral, not wanting to reveal the depths of your true feelings.

Before you left, you walked closer to Becky and wrapped her in a tight but short hug, trying to appear as if everything was normal. "I'll see you outside in a bit, okay?"

Becky returned the hug tentatively, still wary after the earlier altercation. "Yeah, see you."

With that, you turned away, your façade slipping for a moment as you clenched your fists in frustration and pain. Unbeknownst to you, Paul was lurking in the shadows, reporting to Roman and making sure you weren't acting out of line.

"Everything's going to plan, my Tribal Chief."

Roman responded after a couple of seconds, smirking to himself as he laid back in his chair. 

"Good. I knew she could do it.  Becky and Seth are first, Sami is a non-variable, and mark my words, Kevin is next. 

Do you think she can follow through with our plan at Elimination Chamber, my tribal chief? Becky is one thing, Kevin is another.

A flurry of bubbles appeared on Paul's phone for a moment before Roman replied, his message filled with unwavering confidence.

"She will. Don't doubt your Tribal Chief. Y/N might have a big heart, but she knows where her loyalty lies. And soon, everyone will understand what happens when you cross the Bloodline."

And soon they will.  

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[aalyssah]

Wrong, But Feels So Right

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem!Bloodeline!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Femdom!Reader, Oral, (Sami Receiving), and Quickie. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,458

Summary: Sami knows it’s so wrong to be with you sexual, but he can’t help it when it feels so good.

A/N: First time writing for Sami and I don't know how I feel about it. Hope You Enjoy!

You grabbed a water bottle and towel as you walked to the entryway.

You stood there waiting for your brothers and cousin to come back. Roman just got done with a match against Cody with the help of the others of course.

They came through, Roman drenched in sweat. "Good job guys." You handed Roman the water bottle and wiped some sweat off his arms. "Cody was so mad." Jimmy chuckled at Cody's expression after he lost. "Yeah, Uce didn't see it coming." Jey added.

You all stood there joking and talking about the match when someone behind them caught your eye. It was Sami. Sami and Kevin were helping Cody walk backstage. He turned around and locked eyes.

You tried to hold back an expression as you two stared at each other, but you could see something in his eyes. "Y/n!" You jumped at the loud voice of Roman. "Did you hear what I said?" You finally looked at Roman seeing him and the others waiting for you to speak.

"No sorry, I zoned out. I'm just really tired from helping everyone set up the show. I might head to the hotel early tonight." The boys nodded their heads, greeting you goodbye.

You almost broke the speed limit at how fast you were driving. You could feel the anticipation buzzing through your body as the elevator went to Sami’s floor. You were smiling so hard that your cheeks were starting to hurt.

You made it to his hotel room, gently knocking on the door. It was quiet for a few seconds before the door opened.

Sami stood there with wide eyes, pulling you in before looking around the hall to smile sure no one saw you and closed the door. "Y/n, what are you doing here?!" You smiled at Sami's shocked voice.

"Calm down pretty boy, I'm just here to see you." Sami shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. "No, you can't be here. Y'know we can't be together right now." You pouted at his words. "It's okay, I made sure on one saw me come up here. The boys think I'm asleep in my room because I told them I'm tired."

You took his hand, guiding it to your chest, the low cut shirt you wore helping him. "I missed you so bad!" You moaned out, throwing your head back. "Y/n!" Sami pulled back fast, looking nervous. "C'mon Sami, touch me."

Sami shook his head no. "No I can't." You huffed out rejections. "Sami don't act like we haven't done this before. Why are you acting like this?" Sami avoided your eyes as he spoke.

"People are getting suspicious. Kevin's catching on. He's seen your white lace panties on the floor. He's smelt your perfume on my clothes, he thinks there's someone."

You only smiled at the first part. "So that's where my panties went. I was wondering why I couldn't find them."Sami's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you serious Y/n? I just told you that we couldn't possibly be caught and all you heard was panties?"

You laughed, brushing him off. "Chill baby, it's okay, and even if someone was to find out I don't care. I won't let my family hurt you. Not again."You gently rubbed up and down his thighs, palming his crotch.

He moaned, bucking his hips up. You both slowly leaned forward as your lips connected. In an instant the kiss turned sloppy as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.

You smiled as he kissed the nape of your neck, gripping at your body. "You're so pretty Y/n." You giggled at his compliment. "Only for you, baby." He kissed you once more, tugging at your clothes.

He pulled your shirt over your head, instantly grasping at your breast. He placed soft kisses on your chest, reaching his hand behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breast.

They bounced as the bra slipped off. He sucked and fondled your breast, your hand coming to his hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as you let out a relaxed sigh. It's been almost a week since you've gotten any free time to yourself, considering how protective your family is.

You grind your hips up at his body as he nibbles on your nipples. You pulled him up into a kiss, tugging at his pants. You two pulled apart giving him time to undress.

You smiled at his cock, slightly erected. You grabbed his cock, slowly jerking him. He shuddered at the feeling of your hand, moving to rest against the headboard while you sat between his legs. "Someone must've missed me." You teased, leaning down and taking him in your mouth.

You bobbed your head, his hand coming to your hair, slowly pushing your head down, making you take him deeper. You relaxed your jaw and controlled your breathing as his hips thrusted up at a comfortable pace.

You gagged, your saliva slipped from the corners of your mouth and dripped on his cock and thighs.

"God your mouth feels so good." Sami praise, pulling some hair that fell forward away from your face. You looked up at him with doe eyes, him throwing his head back with a moan. You took his cock out your mouth with a pop and you crawled up his body.

He scooted down the bed on his back, looking up at you. You looked so dominant on top of him. You squatted and guided his cock to your entrance before slowly sinking down. Sami hissed at your tightness. "Go down easy, easy- just like that." His hands were at your waist, holding you softly.

You began bouncing up and down, breathing heavy. Sami laid back, watching as you bounced up and down, your breast bouncing with every movement. You bit your lip, locking eyes with him. You both know you couldn't be loud, since you weren't the only wrestlers on the same hotel floor.

You put so much force into your bounces, wanting to milk him for all he had. Everytime you came up his cock was glistening from your juices, your cum coated around his cock in a circle.

He pulled you down slightly, so he could reach your breast. His ginger beard scraped across your body as he sucked on your nipples. He hummed as your bouncing grew fast and deeper.

He bit down, a hiss of pain slipping out your mouth. "No teeth, you can suck." Sami took your words, sucking harder, a hickey probably being around your nipple. It wasn't like anyone was gonna see.

Sami gently stopped you from bouncing, which got your attention. "Let me be in control for a second." You let him pull you down and tuck you in his neck. He planted his feet on the bed and pounded into you restlessly, the loud clapping noise being heard around the hotel room. The hotel headboard was slamming against the wall from the power of his thrust.

Your moans were mumbled as you screamed. "Oh god feels so good, you're fucking me s’good." Sami audibly whimpered under his breath at your praise, wanting to make you feel good. He snuck a hand down between your connected bodies, and rubbed at your sensitive clit. "Oh, fuck!" Sami quickly covered your mouth with his hand after hearing you scream.

You clenched down on him repeatedly, feeling close. "Shit, I'm cumming Sami!" Sami grunted as you squeezed him at a vice grip, cumming around him. Your body fell limp on his as Sami chased after his own release. He came with a groan, freezing on the spot.

It's a good thing you're on the pill.

You both laid there, with you on top of him while he rubbed soothing circles on your sweaty back. You were the first to break the silence. "You did so good tonight." You said, placing a kiss on his chest.

Sami only looked down at you with worry in his eyes. "Yeah you too, but don't you think we should stop this?" You sat up slightly, looking at him.

"Really? After what we just did you want to say this? Look Sami, I get what you're saying, but don't leave me just because of my family." Sami bit his lip, feeling bad. "I won't. I know it's wrong, but it feels so right to be with you."

He placed a kiss on your lips. "You should get going, Kevin might come back." You nodded, getting up and putting on your clothes. "I'll see you tomorrow night pretty boy." You left out, locking the door and retreating back to your room.

Sami could only shake his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

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[itjazzbicch]

Heaven

Kinktober Day: 1/31

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem reader

Kink: Coaching (Basically guiding/teaching)

Summary: As the younger sister of The Usos, the elders send her to be with her brothers and cousin Roman as a part of the Bloodline, accomplishing a new greatness and also finding a specific liking to Sami Zayn…

Theme: I decided to add songs as themes/the motivation behind the fics for Kinktober and so here it is

Warnings: SMUT (18 + ONLY)

Word Count: 2.3k

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I DO OWN THIS GIF:

“That’s what I’m talking about girl!”

Sami always gave the most support and had me smiling, hitting our handshake after winning my match.

I was on top of the world. The elders sent me to join my older brothers Jimmy and Jey, Roman, and now Sami, as a part of the Bloodline.

My second appearance, Bianca Belair had an open challenge for the Raw women’s championship and guess who won?

Me!

Raw women’s champion and much like Roman, I had my priorities set on both titles. I went to Smackdown and made my presence known, have wrestled on each show weekly. Leaving NXT to join my brothers and cousins was the best decision.

“You know no one can beat me!” I laughed, hugging Sami before we both made our exit.

Once we were backstage, I was ready to call it a night, walking along side Sami as we made our way to the locker room:

“Wanna change, pack up and head out? We’re done for the night so, what do you say?”

“Read my mind,” He smiled, getting the door for me and of course, there was Jey, glaring at Sami but saying to me:

“Good job out there, sis.”

“Thanks, bro,” I looked between the two of them and Jey was about staring a hole through Sami, so I commanded, “No bickering from the two of you. I want to enjoy the rest of the night.”

“No one’s bickering, I promise,” Sami said quickly, trying to slide in with me, but Jey put his arm out to block him after I entered:

“I got something to say.”

“Of course you do,” I groaned, pretending to the ignore them while grabbing my bag and heading to the showers, but I could still hear Jey:

“I don’t like how you’re always on her.”

“Jey, now you’re just being absurd!” Sami protested, “I was out there to watch her back and we celebrated. Nothing more, I swear.”

Gosh, this hatred Jey had for Sami was getting on my last nerve, but thankfully he left it all there with a growl:

“Good. And it better stay that way.”

After getting showered and changed, I was gathering the rest of my things, grabbing my car keys and I noticed that Jimmy and Jey were gone, so I offered to Sami:

“Ready to head out?”

“Just you and me?” Sami looked surprised, intending when I nodded:

“Jimmy and-; well more so Jey, is getting on my last nerve. And I know you don’t want to be left alone with him.”

“Got that right,” He mumbled with a huff, standing and gathering up as well, “Let’s get out of here.”

That put the brightest smile on my face, skipping out to the car, and I adored how Sami could make any moment fun, singing in the car and laughing since we had a bit of a drive and when we got to the hotel and into the elevator, Sami went to leave, till I took his hand:

“Where you going?”

“To my room?” He let me hold his hand, meeting my gaze with curiosity.

I made sure to give puppy dog eyes and asking softly:

“It’s not too late. Wanna hang out some?”

“Guess it won’t hurt,” He couldn’t say not to me, keeping his hand in mine while heading to my hotel room, but he still had things on his mind, “Y/N, I have to ask you a serious question.”

“Ask away,” I kept my eyes on him while putting up my suitcase, a bit nervous but understanding of why he asked:

“Don’t you think us being together alone is a bad idea? You know Jimmy and Jey are. Especially Jey and the last thing I want to do is make Roman angry.”

That made me giggle a little, assuring him, “I’ll admit, they are overprotective of me sometimes, but they don’t dictate me or tell me what to do with my personal life.”

“Why me?” Staring into my eyes deeply, I could see his conflicted emotions and he needed an answer, “I just don’t want-“

“Because Sami, they expect so much of me. They are my family, but when I’m with him, it feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.”

Silence fell between us while I got that truth of my chest, telling him more:

“Like when they’re out there with me during a match? I feel like if I mess up even a little, I’ll get punished and never hear the end of it, but with you? You motivate me to do better, make it a good time, and I don’t have to worry. That’s why, Sami.”

I made sure to smile at him to show that I truly meant that he made me feel that way, a smile forming on his face too.

“I’m glad that I’m that person for you,” Standing up, he came over to give me a hug that I gladly accepted, swaying back and forth softly.

“I never have fun like how I do with you. It’s why I like having you around,” Squeezing him softly and looking up, his growing smile was the cutest, squeezing me back:

“You’ll always have a fun time with me.”

“Oh, I know,” I smiled more, meanwhile my heart was pounding, something deep inside making my hand cradle the side of his face, whispering softly while bringing his head down to mine, “Lets keeping having fun then, hm?”

He sucked in a deep breath when I made a move and kissed him softly, exhaling and relaxing, kissing me back softly, pausing for a moment to assure:

“Y/N, are you sure this-“

“Sami, don’t worry,” Stroking his beard, nuzzling my nose and connecting gazes, I said softly, “What they don’t know, won’t kill them. And you work just as hard as all of us, if not harder. You deserve to relax and have a good time for yourself.”

“I appreciate that,” He whispered softly, still a bit nervous, but I took that away when I offered:

“If you want, you can be the chief tonight.”

“Me? The chief?” He giggled, having me giggle back:

“You, Chief. I’ll surely acknowledge you.”

That kept him laughing, his arms still around me and tightening when I kissed him again, whispering against his lips:

“You’ve never been to heaven, have you?”

Those words had him melting against my lips, able to sense the nervousness vanishing when he whispered back:

“I don’t think I have.”

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night,” Shifting so that his back was facing the bed, I made him sit softly, crawling back with him, “I’m the Angel who’ll escort you. You just lay back and enjoy yourself.”

Sliding my hands under his shirt and up, I had him take it off, kissing down to his chest, saying between kisses:

“The guys have put you through so much, but me? I’ll be your little slice of heaven where you’re the chief, baby.”

Just those words made his body shudder a little, locking eyes once my lips were right above the strap of his joggers, palming his hard-on softly before pulling them down, immediately taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, leaning to the side and sucking hard while he kicked his pants off.

Readjusting, I bobbed my head down softly, taking more length each time, smiling at his slight groan while deep throating his cock, noticing his hand raising then clenching it into a fist.

Picking my head up, I stroked his cock and looked up to him:

“If you want to push my head down, just do it. You’re the chief remember? You do whatever you want. Pull my hair even if you want to.”

“Whatever I want, huh?” Taking a deep breath and watching, I nodded to him, cooing softly while taking his cocky again:

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Quickly, his hand found the back of my head, pushing me down further with each bob of my head, fingertips running across my scalp and holding my head in place by my hair.

Feeling a slight shift of his hips, I made sure to lock eyes again when I tapped his side, holding his hip and motioning it upward.

“Remember, do-“ He already knew what I was going to say and instead of waiting for me to tell him, he pushed my head back down slightly, thrusting his hips upward, fucking my throat softly.

I felt proud, smiling with my eyes closed, feeling some tears forms from the air in my lungs disappearing, but didn’t mind in the slightest.

“You need a moment?” Picking my head up, I did need a breath, still smiling as I exhaled:

“I’m fine. I do have something better in mind, though.”

“And what might that be?” Licking his lower lip, I stood up and gave him something to watch while stripping out of my clothes softly, “Want it a certain way?”

Crawling back on top of him and straddling him, he was taking the time to admire me and so, I took his hands, placing them on my breasts, squeezing along with his hands:

“Feel all over. Nice and soft.”

Listening, his hands were soft against my skin, working down my hips, sliding around to my ass and taking two handfuls, he got his idea in mind:

“Think you can do it in reverse?”

“Think?” I giggled, flipping around and positing myself, leaning down to perk up my ass, rubbing against his cock so he could feel how soaked I was, winking back at him, “I know I can.”

“You’re always so confident,” Squeezing my ass again, there was a slight shake in his hands, instructing to him:

“Don’t be afraid to be a little crazy, Sami. This doesn’t have to be all vanilla if you don’t want it to be.”

His eyes were locked on the sight of me taking him softly, closing my eyes and moaning while sitting back slowly, adjusting to his girth and length, rocking back till I sat on all of it.

“Pull me back, spank me, throw your hips up. Turn all of your thoughts into reality,” Holding onto his thighs, I rolled my hips softly, waiting for him to submerge into his thoughts like he did the first time.

“You know you said you’re an Angel, but seems to me that you’re a bad girl, just full of dirty thoughts ,” He noted, giving me a spank that made a salacious moan jump out of me, both hands on my hips and rocking me back onto his cock faster.

“Maybe,” I giggled out softly, letting my head fall back with moans, leaning back some while his hands slid up my stomach and started kneading at my breasts, “But it’s just so good, Sami.”

“Like you said,” Letting out a huff, he took a grip on me, keeping me still to let his hips thrust upward, sending me into bounces, hearing the lust in his voice, “This is heaven.”

“Amen!” I whined, feeling myself drop and his tip smacking my sweet spot, rocking myself faster along with it to make the coil forming in my core tighten.

Suddenly, I felt him pushing my back down, palming the arch forming in my back, his other hand spanking me and commanding:

“Throw it back just like you were before.”

“Yes, chief!” I had to see the look on his face after saying, looking to see him biting his lip hard, hand gripping my ass even harder, my moans loud and sweet every time I threw my hips back, growing faster and faster as I began to pant, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Ooo, I sure felt that,” Mumbling under his breath, we both felt my walls beginning to spasm, having him wanting more, “Come here. I’ll get you back to it quick. I promise.”

It was hard to get up with the shake in my legs, but he found the way to make it easier for me, laying me back next to him, positioning himself on his side, picking up my leg and twisting my hip a little so he could slide back it.

My walls must’ve been clenching hard as he felt like so much more to take, keeping his promise with his hips going rapid, two fingers circling my clit and leaning down for his mouth to close around my nipple and sucking hard.

“Sure kept your promise,” I gasped hard, holding his arm tightly while my body began to tremble, breaking out in goosebumps, moans growing sharp and letting him know, “I’m about to cum! Make me cum, Sami.”

“I told you. I just wanted to see all of those sweet faces you make,” Tilting my head up to face his, he surely got his fix of if, kissing me and pushing me off the edge, “Cum, my angel.”

“I am-“ Another moan cut me off, having to pull my head away for a second and trying to register the intensity of that orgasm, huffing for air while he fed me softer thrusts, feeling him slow down and the throbbing of his cock growing stronger.

“If you want to fill me up, go right ahead,” I could tell he was close, looking back with lustful eyes that were hard to keep open, “Nice and deep.”

“Nice and deep,” He repeated, pushing up and pulling my hips down to keep us pinned, tight in his arms and shaking at the heat that flooded me, my heart about beating out of my chest and panting for air.

“My little angel didn’t go back just yet, did she?” He played, keeping me in an embrace as my body was limp, but it made me laughing, smiling against my kiss to him:

“Not just yet. Never while I’m with you.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #kinktober #kinktober fic #Kinktober smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #Sami zayn #Sami zayn x reader #Sami zayn imagine #Sami zayn fic #Sami zayn smut #read and enjoy #Spotify

[afterdarkprincess]

🌟✨ Fic Masterlist ✨🌟

Sami Zayn & Jey Uso

Aftershocks Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14,595 Summary: Sami and Jey dealing with the aftermath of Tribal Combat at SummerSlam Masterpost Pretty in Pink- Aftershocks side story Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,570 Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. Post

The Devil's in the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 33,090 (currently) Summary: Royal Rumble AU- Sami gets injured at the Rumble and never betrays Roman. Friends to Lovers through SummerSlam Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Sweet Like Justice Rating: Gen Word Count: 660 Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day Post

A Moment Backstage Rating: Gen Word Count: 1,027 Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) Post

Ruin(ed) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 729 Summary: Watching from backstage as Rhea flirts with Jey, Sami gets possessive and pulls Jey into the closest closet Post

Beauty Rating: Mature Word Count: 356 Summary: Sami Zayn reflects on the most beautiful thing he's ever seen Post

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,018 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns & Jon Moxley

tangled up with you all night (burning it down) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,720 Summary: Shield Era 2012 Seth has an encounter with 2023's Jon Moxley and Tribal Chief. Sexytimes ensue. Post

Seth Rollins & Jon Moxley

all you ever did was wreck me (yeah you wreck me) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,278 Summary: Newly returned Dean Ambrose has a press event at the WWE Performance Center and World Heavyweight Champion Seth Rollins is among those there to greet him. They find one another in a practice room long after everyone else has gone home and things escalate quickly. Post

The Bloodline- Roman & Sami

ours Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,990 Summary: After WarGames, Roman decides what Sami Zayn's place is in the bloodline, a willing hole for them to use. Post Roman's Pet Rating: Explicit Word Count: 859 Summary: Roman's pet Sami serves the Tribal Chief and earns his reward Post

Sami & Jey & Cody Rhodes

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,053 Summary: Things get a little heated in the bus after the Fastlane Press Conference, Sami facetimes his boyfriend to get in on the action. Part 1 Part 2

Jey Uso & Cody Rhodes

you can be rough, I can take it Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,108 Summary: Set after Fastlane 2023 press conference- Cody and Jey fall into bed together after winning the undisputed tag team championships. Post

Jey Uso & Sami Zayn & Cody Rhodes & Seth Rollins

all's fair in love and war Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,413 Summary: Aftermath of November 20th Monday Night Raw- Jey panics at hearing Randy Orton's name out of Cody's mouth. He's lost the advantage and feels less secure than ever in his position on their team, but Sami, Cody, and Seth are there to support and spoil him. Part 1 Part 2

LA Knight & JD McDonagh

nothing safe is worth the drive (and I will follow you home) Rating: Gen/Teen Word Count: 1,305 Summary: LA Knight waits and watches and worries as JD fights in the Wargames match and comforts him afterwards. Post

Seth Rollins & Jey Uso

dont worry, I'll be gentle Rating: Explicit Word Count: 331 Summary: Seth ties up Jey for some playtime Post

Jey Uso x Reader

can you feel how much I want you? Rating: Mature Word Count: 774 Summary: You've had one of the best nights of your life at the Royal Rumble, and you go out with the rest of the locker room to celebrate and run into your best friend Jey after a few drinks. Post

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[jeysbvck]

there's still a thread (that runs from your body to mine)

i'm back with another fic!! this one is for the absolutely wonderful & talented zaynee, who not only sent in a prompt, but its also their day today!! happy birthday bff!!🥳❤️ i hope you enjoy this fic but enjoy your day more!!🤭

[smut, 18+, read at your own risk]

taglist; @wrestlezaynia @loki69zowens @crxssjae @nightmare-viper @paigereeder @wrestlingprincess80 @southerngirl41 @alyyaanna @xtripleiiix

word count; 2.8k

summary; Kevin & Sami haven't seen - or spoke to each other for 3 months since Kevin broke it off & moved to Smackdown. That all changes when they're in the same place for the Royal Rumble, & Kevin can't take it any longer.

Sami lay on the bed, atop the sheets, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the same memory that had been on repeat in his mind for months. He didn't just see it when he closed his eyes; he saw it when he was awake too, when he wasn't occupied. Which is why he spent so much of his free time in the gym or working on ideas for his storylines, just so his brain wouldn't be free to think about Kevin. He'd even started crashing with Jey at hotels when they were booked together; the guy was always on. It never seemed quiet enough around him, and it helped Sami. Until Jey fell asleep, and Sami lay in the twin bed next to him, wide awake and his brain began to play the movie Sami hated so much.

Tonight, Sami was in his room alone, and once again, that fucking awful film started to play, and all Sami could do was watch.

"We can't do this anymore."

Kevin's words echoed around the room and into Samis’ ears, like he'd just used a blare horn to announce it. Sami thought everything was great between them. Sure, he felt Kevin pulling away slightly, but he had convinced himself he was just busy. It had been a busy time in the company, so it was a simple conclusion to draw. How hadn't Sami seen this coming? He thought he knew Kevin like the back of his hand.

“What do you mean?” Sami had asked. He'd hoped he was mistaken, that Kevin meant something else; but he knew deep down it was exactly what it sounded like. He stayed on Kevins’ chest, not wanting to move, like if he didn't move, this wouldn't happen.

“I'm going to Smackdown.” Kevin replied quietly. Now Sami was really confused. Why did Kevin going to Smackdown mean they have to break up?

“Okay, so?” Sami questioned. “We can work around that. It's only for a few weeks at the most, right?”

Kevins’ heartbeat quickened underneath Samis’ head. “No.” Kevin sighed. “I'm being traded to Smackdown because Jey came to Raw.”

“Oh.” Sami whispered. He could still feel the way his heart was splintering. “They chose you?”

“Um, they didn't exactly choose me, Sami.” Kevin told him. “I, uh- It was my idea.”

The room began to spin, Samis’ splintering heart now completely broken, he could feel the pieces stabbing him in the chest. He lifted his head off Kevin's chest and stared at the man next to him. ‘You volunteered? Why?”

Kevin stared at Sami, the glint in the red-haired man's eye that Kevin loved so much had been replaced with sadness.

“I- I need space.” Kevin replied, sighing. He knew everything would change after Wrestlemania, especially after they finally fell in bed together after hitting the highest highs of winning the tag titles on the biggest stage of the industry. Kevin had wanted this for so long and tried so hard to pretend he hadn't been in love with his best friend for years; once they had explored each other's bodies in such an intimate way, Kevin was hooked.

They never spoke about it, though. They never spoke about what it meant. They never spoke about their feelings. Both men would have a plan to do so, but whenever they were alone; it ended up in a quick make-out session, some heavy petting, and once in their shared hotel room, they couldn't hold back.

It got too much for Kevin; they seemed to be on the same page, but how could he know for sure? He was too afraid to bring it up, too afraid to vocalise that his love ran deeper than friendship. He thought this was enough, but it was weighing on him, like he was Atlas, holding up the world on his shoulders. Kevin knew Sami looked at him like he was responsible for the stars in the sky, but he also noticed that it was a running theme for Sami. He looked at everyone he cared about with so much love in his eyes that Kevin wasn't sure he was special. He needed space to breathe, and he couldn't do that around Sami. The man took his breath away every time.

“Space?” Sami repeated. He scoffed and threw the sheets off, swinging his leg off the bed. “So, you're leaving me?”

Kevin's heart fractured at those three words. It's what he was doing, right? He wanted to tell Sami that he loved him more than he could ever put into words, but that wasn't fair. He was running away, so how could he profess his love? Instead, he watched silently as Sami stood up. He took in every part of the man's naked form; if this was the way their story ended, he needed every hair, every freckle, every scar, every imperfection that made up Sami Zayn seared into his brain.

But when Sami started packing his bag and pulled the black zip-up hoodie over his shoulders, Kevin scrambled out of the bed. “Wait, Sami, what are you doing?”

Sami chuckled humourlessly. “What do you think? I can't stay here, Kev.”

“No, stop! Please!” Kevin begged, reaching out to Sami, who stepped away from the gesture. “Not like this, just one more ni-”

Sami hauled the strap of the black bag over his shoulder and shook his head. “You did this, Kev, not me.”

“I know, but-” Kevin sighed and sat back on the bed, defeated. “Where will you go?”

“I'll crash with Jey.” Sami replied, turning his back on Kevin, unaware of the tears filling his eyes. “Good luck on Smackdown.” Sami sighed. “I hope it was worth it.”

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A loud, continuous knock on the wooden door pulled Sami out of his thoughts. It wasn't Jey. He had a very specific knock to let Sami know it was him, and he wasn't expecting anyone; so he ignored it. Until it became more frantic, and Sami groaned out loud.

“Alright, alright!” He shouted, “I'm coming!”

He made the mistake of not checking through the peephole, and he froze when he answered the door, not expecting Kevin to be standing there. It was the first time in four months that he'd lay eyes on him, at least in person, and Samis’ heart raced.

Sami knew he was going to see Kevin tonight at the Royal Rumble. Kevin was on the match card, and Sami was coming back from his break as a surprise entrant. He'd even seen Kevin backstage. He pretended he hadn't, of course, but he wasn't expecting him to be standing outside his room. Sami was very aware he was half naked, in just a pair of sweatpants, his hair still drying from his shower, and as he stared at Kevin, Sami knew Kevin was trying hard not to check him out, which made Sami blush.

“Hey.” Kevin said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Hey, man.” Sami replied. “You're not room service.”

A small smile crept on Kevins' lips, and he shrugged. “I mean, I brought a protein bar?” Kevin replied, pulling it from his pocket, and Sami let out a real laugh, the sound like music to Kevins’ ears as the smile on his face turned into a grin.

The sweet moment was fleeting as Samis’ face fell slightly, as if he'd momentarily forgotten everything that had happened. “What are you doing here, Kevin?”

“Oh, um- I-” He cleared his throat, ready to say whatever came to mind. “I just wanted to say-” He sighed, chickening out and instead saying, “Welcome back.”

Sami sighed. He didn't know what he was hoping for, but he was disappointed anyway. “Well, thanks, I guess.”

He began to close the door but was stopped by Kevins’ palm slamming against it. “Wait, please?”

Sami was instantly transported back to the last time Kevin begged him to wait, and this time, he obliged. He opened the door wider and stared expectantly. Kevin felt the pressure, still feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he refused to look away. He was finally looking into the eyes of the man he loved, and he would keep doing it for as long as he was allowed.

“Well, what do you wanna sa-?”

“I miss you.” Kevin blurted out. He watched as Samis’ demeanour changed, the way his eyes softened, and his shoulders slumped slightly.

“Kev…”

“Sami.” Kevin pleaded. “I know I said we couldn't do this anymore, but I need you. Please.”

Kevin wasn't expecting Sami to fold like a deck of cards, especially not so quickly. But he didn't know how much it took for Sami not to answer the phone when Kevin drunk dialled him or when Kevin texted him at three AM at the beginning of this whole mess. Kevin had haunted Sami this whole time, and Sami wondered if Kevin felt the same way. He thought he couldn't handle opening himself up to Kevin again, only to have to say goodbye again, but now — Sami didn't care. He needed Kevin as much as Kevin needed him.

Sami threw himself at Kevin, his lips finding where they needed to be. Kevin stiffened up, shocked, but he fell into the kiss quickly, melting into Sami as his hands fell on his naked waist, pulling him closer — not that they could get any closer.

“Are you sure?” Kevin mumbled into Samis’ mouth. Sami nodded, pulling Kevin into the room, refusing to break the embrace.

Kevin kicked the door shut, his hands gripping Samis’ waist so tight, like someone was going to take him away. But he also pulled from the kiss, and when Sami whined, Kevin chuckled. “Seriously, Sami, are you sure about this? I know I hurt yo-”

“Kevin, shut up.” Sami told him, his eyes dark with lust. “I'm sure.” 

Kevins’ eyes widened, his shorts tightening at the front as he stared at Sami, his eyebrow cocked, a shit-eating smirk on his face. Kevin licked his lips and pulled Sami back into him — hands desperately clutching at one another, pulling the other closer until their bodies were almost one.

“Why am I the only one semi naked?” Sami asked, breathlessly with Kevins’ mouth on his neck, his teeth nipping at his skin. Kevin responded by untying his shorts and pulling them as far as he could without removing his mouth from Samis’ skin. Sami helped Kevin push the shorts and his boxers down his thighs, then wrapped his long fingers around Kevins’ thick cock.

Kevin gasped into Samis’ mouth, his cock twitching under the man's touch. Sami grinned as Kevin began to rock against his hand, and he gripped his length tighter.

Kevin pushed Sami backwards, right up to the bed, before pushing him down onto the mattress. Sami looked up at him, his lustful eyes so full of love. He'd been wondering if this moment would ever come again if he would ever feel this way again, and now it was happening. He wanted to savour every moment.

Kevin seemed to have the same idea. He raked his eyes over Samis’ body as he lay below him. Noting the extra scars that he had acquired over the months they'd been apart, wondering which matches they had come from, which opponent had added to the painting on Samis’ physique. He watched Sami pull at the strings at the front of his sweatpants and buck his hips as he undressed, completely enthralled by the sight of Sami undressing for him.

He dropped to his knees and took over, pulling the black pants down and over his ankles, before running the palm of his hands up Samis' legs slowly. Sami shivered as Kevins’ hands followed the path of goosebumps up his shins, his knees, right up to his thighs. The tips of his fingers grazed the inside of Samis’ thighs, making him groan at the touch, and Kevin watched as Samis’ cock twitched. He felt his own strain against his shorts, but he ignored it. Right now, it was all about Sami and his pleasure.

He ran his hands over his thighs, lifting himself up further, watching as Samis' face contorted with pleasure. His hips bucked, begging Kevin to touch him in the place he needed the most. His fingers teased the red hair around Samis’ cock, before he slowly wrapped them around the base of his cock. Sami groaned, rutting against Kevins’ hand, throwing his back as Kevin took most of Sami in his mouth.

“Fffffuck, Kevin!”

Kevins’ hands found Samis’ balls, and he massaged them as he let Sami fuck his mouth, his tongue swirling around every bit of the erection it could touch.

“Kev, oh fuck, you're gonna make me-”

Kevin pushed Samis’ cock further into his mouth, and when his thighs gripped Kevins’ head, he grasped his cock with one hand, pumping it with the same rhythm his mouth was making. “Kev, fuck, please!”

Kevin pulled his mouth off Sami, spit threading from Samis’ cock to Kevins’ lips, Sami almost orgasming at the sight alone. “Kev, I need you.”

Kevin bit his bottom lip as he hovered over Sami, the desire shared between both of them. They could see the love the other had in their eyes, and it was clear to the two of them that this was It. Even before the first time, Sami had been head over heels for Kevin. There was always something between them, an invisible red string tying them to each other. The past three months had been hell on Earth, and now it was Heaven.

Kevin inched his face towards Samis’, and Sami sat up, meeting Kevin halfway. The kiss was soft, delicate like butterfly wings, but it soon became more intense — deeper, their tongues almost battling for dominance. Kevin reluctantly pulled away, but the whine that slipped Samis’ lips was worth it. Kevin smirked as he ran his thumb over the ginger man's bottom lip, before he dragged it over his chin and down to his neck, to his collarbone, flicking his nipple before he slipped the hand in between their legs.

Kevin wrapped his hand around his own cock, pumping a couple of times before he positioned himself at Samis’ entrance. He arched his eyebrow, and Sami nodded.

“I need you.” Sami repeated, and Kevin leaned down to kiss him once again as he slowly eased himself into Sami. The redhead was tight, and Kevin moaned, forcing himself to go slow, not to cause Sami even more pain than he might already be experiencing.

“Fuck, Sami, you feel so good around me.” Kevin groaned, making Sami pull the bigger man in by the neck for a kiss. As Sami eased into the motion, he raised his hips, finding a rhythm against Kevins’ own thrusts. Soon, their moans were in sync with their actions, their kiss slow as they rocked against each other.

“Kev…” Sami breathed, his head rolling backwards as Kevin peppered his throat with kisses. “I missed you so much.”

“Sami, oh fuck, I missed you too.” Kevin replied. “So. Fucking. Much.”

Sami groaned, his nails digging into Kevins’ shoulder blades as their thrusts became quicker. “Kev, please, I'm gonna-”

“Sami, oh, fuck. Come for me.” Kevin whispered against Samis’ neck, his hand grabbing Samis’ cock. Sami bucked and moaned loudly as he came undone, Kevin following after a few more thrusts as his name spilled from Sami.

Kevin pulled out and rolled off Sami as he wiped the curls from his forehead. Sami then turned to Kevin and pushed his head under his arm.

“So…” Sami said, closing his eyes as Kevin traced patterns on his bicep. “So,” Kevin repeated.

“Does this mean you changed your mind?” Sami asked quietly.

Sami felt Kevins’ chest rise and fall under him, and he braced himself for the reply. He had always thought he knew Kevin like the back of his hand, but he'd found out the hard way that he might not.

“I changed my mind when I was…you know, breaking it off.” Kevin confessed. “I didn't want to do it, I thought I needed to do it.”

Sami inhaled, and he put his on Kevins’ chest as he pushed himself up. “I understand, sort of.” Sami replied. “I wish you'd just talked to me, though.”

“I know, and I'm so fucking sorry, Sami.” Kevin said, resting his hand atop of Samis’.

“It's okay,” Sami nodded, squeezing his hand against Kevins as he laced their fingers together. “I forgive you, Mon Coeur.”

Sami touched his lips to Kevins softly, smiling at the way Kevin held Samis’ cheek. When he pulled away, Kevin pulled Sami in, their foreheads pressed together. “Je t'aime, Sami.”

Sami smiled and placed his head back on Kevins chest, closing his eyes. He was sure he could feel his heart repairing itself, and he knew that he and Kevin could get through this.

“Je t'aime, Kevin.”

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[1-800-sinister]

i turn my asks back on so ask away i don't write for brock, stephanie, saraya/paige, ronda, nia, etc i write for shayna, rhea, zoey, sonya, kevin, sami, damian, dominik, etc

#wwe #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe smut #rhearipley #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley smut #shayna baszler x reader #shayna baszler #zoey stark #sonya deville #kevin owens x reader #kevin owens #sami zayn #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn fanfiction #sami zayn x kevin owens #sami zayn x oc #damian priest smut #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest #dominik mysterio imagine #dominik mysterio smut #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio

[daddyhausen]

Hii! I was wondering if you could write 87 & 94 (NSFW prompt list) for Sami Zayn? Nobody really writes for him and I know if you do it’ll be amazing! 😇😇

• breathless — sami zayn •

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{ masterlist } | { wwe masterlist } | { sami zayn masterlist }

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{ summary } — when you said you’d leave you breathless, sami didn’t think you’d literally mean it

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, enemies to lovers, hatefuck, choking, asphyxiation, breath play, begging, dominant x submissive dynamic, sub!reader, brat!reader, brat taming, facials facefucking, throat fucking, hair pulling oral sex { male receiving }, public sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, cumshots multiple orgasm, male + female orgasm, squirting

{ word count } — 510

{ pairing } — fem!reader x sami zayn

{ genre } — smut

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{ 87 } — show me how a good girl begs

{ 94 } — you look good with my hands around your throat

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it was an odd situation you found yourself in

never in your life you you have thought you’d be locked inside a locker room with him of all people

let alone be currently choking on his dick

sami had his hand interlocked in your hair

furiously tugging at your scalp

keeping your head still as he fucked your throat with ease

you hated each other

more or less for the simple fact you both found each other’s personalities unbearably irritating

you had no idea how you managed to let yourself get this far

or himself for that matter

despite your hatred, you could not help but love the feeling of his cock down your throat

“i hate you do fucking much, but god…you can suck cock so well”

you took it as a complement even it it was from him

completely ignoring him for the most part

deciding to annoy him further simply by biting down lightly

he hissed at the contact, annoyed but surprisingly enjoying it

“listen here you bitch, do that again and you won’t get to cum, understood?”

you rolled your eyes at his faux taunt, knowing that he would not let you leave without at least one orgasm

you took his cock deeper avoiding teeth this time just to please him

his hot seed spilling down your throat with little warning besides the tight clench of his abdomen

you gasped for air as he pulled out, some of his seed splashing upon your cheeks

while some leaked down your chin

he pressed you back up against the wall

giving you no time to recover your breath as his hand fixed itself around your throat

he admired the sight

squeezing tighter for a second before adding the other hand

“you look good with my hands around your throat”

you remained silent, simply sneering in his direction

he lined himself up with your entrance, hiking one of your legs up for leverage

he buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out with such vicious force

you gasped, thinking he was incapable of such roughness

despite him practically drestroying your throat earlier

“show me how a good girl begs”

“fuck you!” you spat, trying to bury a moan back into your throat

“ah ah, what did i say before sweet cheeks, behave yourself or else you won’t get to cum”

you scoffed reluctantly at his words

caving in to his demands, begging for his cock, even though you did not truely mean it

“mmm…i’m cumming…” you whined into his shoulder

“huh? what did you say sweetheart?”

“you heard me, you asshole!”

you sweetness gushed around his length, so much so the force made you shudder into his

walls gripping his cock

“fuck-“ he quickly pulled out of you, his seed splashing against your stomach

he stood there, amazed by the pleasure that washed over him

“wow…that was- fuck-“

shaky breaths left his lips as he set you down slowly

“that was amazing” he began, already in his own blissful little world

“you know what, maybe i don’t hate you after all”

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[crxssjae]

WRESTLING MASTERLIST

╰☆☆💐= Fluff 🌶️= Smut, 18+ 💧= Angst ☄️= Series 📕= Collection☆☆╮

『One-Shot(s)』

Wrestling Family (📕): (AO3)

『SamiJey/JeySami』

Green Tea & Honey (💐📕): (AO3) (Wattpad)

All Night (🌶️📕, 18+ only): (AO3)

Multi-Chapter Fics (☄️)

『Centon』

Drop Dead Truth (🌶️ 💧18+ only) coming soon...

『Stories』

coming soon...

『Headcanons』

Cody Rhodes: Bi!Cody Rhodes

Sami Zayn: Bi!Sami Zayn | Vampire AU (Samijey)

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[love-islike-abomb]

Renegade: part 24

Roman reigns x Scarlet (OC)

"Stand up all the night and call the fight

Let your mind go wild before the light

Here we come, the army of the night

Mater Maria!

Lined up side by side and bound to pray

Sent to die and fight the final day

Army of the night, we came to stay

Mater Maria!"

arnings: smut, sci-fi, cryptids, errors I may have missed.

Tags: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @romanreignshairdresser @undisputedjf

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Laying in bed together, wrapped in each others embrace and for the first time able to relax, the moment felt to perfect "you look deep in thought baby" he smiled.

I sighed "this moment just seems to perfect. I feel like it's gonna end soon. I'm always afraid I'm gonna lose you"

"baby girl, I'm not going anywhere!" He smiled, putting his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deep needy kiss. His deep sighs and the lust in his eyes told me everything. He rolled us over so he was on top "you're insatiable" I smiled.

"I can never get enough of you" he smiled back, sliding into my warmth "oh fuck baby! That pussy is always so wet for me!" He groaned

He flipped us so I was on top "ride my cock baby girl!" He growled.

His hands ran up my stomach to just below my breasts, helping me match his rhythm "fuck baby! That's it!" He groaned "fuck Joe! That feels good!" I groaned.

"uhn fuck baby! Bounce on my cock! Fuck just like that!" He groaned, suddenly stopping and pulling out of me "face down, ass up baby!" He smirked and I happily obeyednas he slid back inside me "oh yes!" I groaned "you like that baby? You like it when daddy pounds this pussy from behind?" He growled, reaching and grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling me up so I was in my knees. He wrapped his hand around my throat "answer me" he growled.

"yes daddy! I love it!" I groaned.

"that's my good girl!" He growled. I leaned my head back against his shoulder moving my hips against his, match his rhythm helping him hit my spot and send me over the edge "oh yeah baby! Cum on my cock! Fuck! Your gonna make me cum with the way that pussy is milking my cock!" He groaned throwing his head back as he came undone.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me giving me a chance to bounce on him some more "fuck! Your gonna make me cum again baby girl!" He growled.

"maybe that's the point!" I smiled, watching his face contort in pleasure and he grabbed my hips, pounding into me again "uhh yes!! Fuck!" He growled as his body convulsed in pleasure. He grabbed my hips to hold me still "you're amazing! I've never had that happen before he smiled, slowly pulling out of me before a loud crash rang through our apartment.

"drew if that's you , you better cover your eyes!" Joe shouted.

"actually joe it's me!" Rami said.

"Rami? What are you doing here?" Joe said.

I grabbed my robe "Rami! How are you?" I smiled.

"I brought a friend with me!" He smiled.

A figure appeared at our window "Colby!" Joe yelled.

"who's Colby?" I asked.

"we go way back! Colby's been my friend longer then mox has!" Joe smiled "Colby is the owl man!"

"why am I not shocked anymore?" I asked.

"so your scarlet?" Colby smiled at me "joe wasn't lying when he said you were beautiful!"

"anyway!" Rami said, ignoring Colby's flirting with me "Jonathon is supposed to be executed 3 days from now! I tried everything I could to stop them but the counsel won't budge! Drew has also been gathering reinforcements. An army of the night if you will!"

"a thought just crossed my mind! Hades is the god of the underworld we could ae his help! I know you don't like it joe but we don't have time for grudges right now!" I said.

"joe as much as I hate to admit it, scarlet is right! We could really use hades help!" Rami said.

He signed heavily "alright! How are we gonna get him to help us? We haven't exactly been the kindest to him!"

"leave that to me!" I smiled "I know someone who can help! And she's already made it clear that she's protecting me!"

"who?" They all said in unison.

"Hekate" I said "she can travel between luminal spaces or the shadow world and she's the only one who can safely go to the underworld without dying on the way!"

"joe, you need to wife her up!" Rami smiled.

He smiled at me "someday"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #wwe smackdown #roman reigns x you #wwe x oc #roman reigns smut #wwe #sami zayn x oc #sami zayn #seth rollins x oc #seth rollins

[kyleoreillylover]

SamiJey x Fem!Black!Reader Headcannons

Summary: What's it like being in a relationship with Main Event Jey Uso and Sami Zayn?

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @afterdarkprincess

word count: 3,563

warnings: nsfw!!

a/n: samiijey brainrot and this is the only way I can cope with it. Hope ya'll enjoy this!

gif credits: samijey on tumblr.

Jey is the most protective out of the three of you. He is a hothead and would die for the people he loves—and you and Sami being his partners means double the protection, double the fierceness. But sometimes, that protectiveness can border on possessiveness, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

If someone looks at you wrong, or if someone so much as breathes a hint of disrespect towards Sami, Jey's fists are ready to fly. It's both endearing and exhausting, his unwavering loyalty sometimes feeling like a heavy weight to bear. But you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sami is the calming presence in your relationship, the one who brings a sense of peace and stability amidst the chaos. With his gentle demeanor and soothing words, he has a way of diffusing tense situations and calming the storm within both you and Jey. Sami's strength lies not in his fists, but in his unwavering support and understanding. He's the one who listens intently to your concerns, who offers comfort in times of need, and who never fails to see the good in people, even when it's hard. And you and Jey love that about him.

You are in the middle. If Jey is the fierce protector and Sami is the calming presence, then you are the glue that holds them together. You're the one who keeps the balance, the mediator in their occasional clashes, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. Both men would do anything for you, and you feel the weight of their love and loyalty every day.

Jey and Sami go feral when you wear their merch in the ring. It doesn't even have to be anything revealing, just a simple hoodie with one of their names etched onto it, but the sight of you proudly wearing their merch ignites a fierce sense of pride and possessiveness within them, and trust that they will kiss and be all over you whenever you do, and that you should hope the locker room is empty when you walk in wearing their gear, because they're liable to forget they're in public.

Jey's grills are something you and Sami are obsessed with. Point blank period. Sami will shyly ask him to keep them on during sex or whenever you kiss, but you are more confident about asking him. Most of your conversations about them go like this.

"You better keep those grills on for tonight."

Jey looked at you with a smirk. "Why?"

You smirked back at him. "Because they make you look so damn sexy, that's why."

Jey chuckles, his smirk widening. "Oh, you like that, huh? I can definitely keep them on for you, baby."

Sami blushed furiously at Jey's cocky tone. "Um, yeah, I mean, if you're comfortable with it, I wouldn't mind… I mean, if it's not too much trouble…"

"Don't be shy, baby." Jey smirked at Sami, and you can feel the heat rising in the room as both Jey and Sami's gazes lock onto you, their desire palpable in the air.

"I'm more than comfortable, sweetheart," Jey purrs, his voice low and husky as he steps closer, the glint of his grills catching the light. "Anything to please my two favorite people."

Sami nods, still blushing but unable to hide the spark of excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, I mean… if you want to, Jey. It's… it's really hot."

With a mischievous grin, Jey leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sami's. "What else do you find hot, baby?"

And in that moment, you know tonight is going to be one for the books.

Jey loves to take on the traditional men role in taking care of his partners. Whether it's fixing things around the house, cooking hearty meals, or simply being there to provide a strong shoulder to lean on, Jey embraces his role as the provider with pride. He finds fulfillment in being able to support you and Sami in any way he can, always putting your needs and happiness above his own.

Sami, on the other hand, thrives in the role of the nurturer. He's the one who remembers birthdays and anniversaries, who surprises you with little acts of kindness and affection when you least expect it. Sami's love language is all about showing how much he cares through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, leaving sweet notes for you to find, or simply holding you and Jey close and whispering words of love and encouragement.

You are the one that ties it all together, balancing the dynamic between Jey's protectiveness and Sami's nurturing nature. While they each have their strengths, you bring your own unique qualities to the relationship. You're the one who plans the adventures, the spontaneous road trips, and the cozy nights in. You're the listener, the problem solver, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. You know just how to calm Jey's fiery temper and reassure Sami's anxious thoughts. You're the one that makes them feel like they don't even have to think when they are with you, because you understand them on a level that no one else does. You take care of the emotional needs of both Jey and Sami, offering them comfort and understanding in times of vulnerability. You're the rock they can always rely on, the constant presence in their lives that brings them stability and reassurance.

Jey is usually on top when you, him and Sami are intimate together. His dominant nature and strength make him naturally gravitate towards that position, and it's not like you or Sami are complaining. If he wants to drive you both crazy, he knows exactly how to do it, his confident demeanor and skilled hands leaving you both craving for more.

But there are times when he's willing to let go of control, to let himself be vulnerable with you and Sami, trusting you both to lead the way and guide him through moments of intimacy with tenderness and care.

Sami, on the other hand, is more fluid in his approach to intimacy. He's not afraid to explore different positions and techniques, always eager to learn and discover new ways to pleasure you and Jey. His sensitivity and empathy make him attuned to your needs and desires, and he takes great pleasure in seeing you both lost in ecstasy under his touch. He loves that you and Jey trust him with your pleasure, trust him to bring you both to new heights of ecstasy and intimacy.

You go on top only when you were in a bratty mood and wanted to tease Jey and Sami a bit. It’s rare, but when it does happen, Jey and Sami find it incredibly arousing and exhilarating. Seeing you take charge and assert your dominance ignites a primal desire within them, and they eagerly surrender to your every whim and command. If you told them to get on their knees and beg, they would do it without hesitation, eager to please you and fulfill your every desire.

"Did I say that you could take your clothes off?" you tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over your chest.

Jey and Sami exchange a glance, their eyes dark with desire as they sat on the bed, fully clothed and ready to obey your every command. They're like two eager puppies waiting for their next instruction, and you revel in the power you hold over them in this moment.

"No, you didn't," Jey replies, his voice low and husky, a hint of anticipation laced in his words.

Sami nods eagerly, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "We're sorry, baby. We'll do whatever you say."

You let out a soft chuckle, enjoying the way they hang onto your every word. "Good boys," you purr, stepping closer to them until you're within arm's reach. "Now, strip."

They waste no time in obeying your command, their movements eager and synchronized as they shed their clothes, revealing toned bodies and hungry gazes that send a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As they stand before you, completely exposed and vulnerable, you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins. It's intoxicating, the way they submit to you so willingly, their desire laid bare for you to see.

With a wicked grin, you circle around them, trailing your fingertips lightly over their skin, reveling in the way they shiver at your touch. They're putty in your hands, ready to be molded and shaped according to your every whim.

"Get on the bed," you command, your voice dripping with authority as you watch them eagerly comply, sinking onto the mattress with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. They lie there, waiting for your next move, their eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that mirrors your own.

You climb onto the bed, straddling Jey's hips while Sami watches with rapt attention, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he waits for his turn. You lean down, capturing Jey's lips in a heated kiss, your hands roaming over his chest as you feel the heat building between you.

Sami shifts beneath you, his arousal evident as he watches the two of you with a mixture of desire and longing. You break the kiss with Jey, turning your attention to Sami as you reach out to stroke his cheek, your touch gentle yet possessive.

"You're next, baby," you whisper, your voice husky with desire as you lean in to claim his lips in a passionate kiss. Sami responds eagerly, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that leaves you gasping for air.

You pulled away when you feel Jey's hands on your hips, his touch grounding you as he pulls you back towards him, his own desire evident as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in his wake.

"You," You turned to Jey, and he automatically lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of passion and longing. "Yes, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

"You're going to watch and kiss me," you continue, your tone firm but playful as you shift your position, straddling Sami's hips instead. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of it."

Jey's eyes widen with anticipation, a spark of excitement igniting in their depths as he watches you with eager anticipation. He knows exactly what you have in mind, and the thought alone sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Sami looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal, his hands trembling as they come to rest on your hips. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper as he searches your face for any sign of hesitation.

You meet his gaze with a playful smirk, your eyes alight with mischief as you lean in to press a teasing kiss to his lips. "I'm sure," you purr, your voice dripping with confidence as you reach down to guide him inside you."Now, get ready for the ride of your life."

The cheat code to making any one of you succumb to your whims was either biting or teasing. Jey couldn't resist a playful nibble on his earlobe, his neck, or his lower lip. It sent shivers down his spine and awakened a primal need to possess and protect you, to show you just how much you belonged to him.

Sami, on the other hand, melted under the gentle touch of your fingers tracing patterns along his skin, teasing him with feather-light caresses and whispered promises of pleasure. His breath hitched, his heart raced, and he surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating sensation of your touch.

You couldn’t resist when Jey would kiss at your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands would roam your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessive hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You would arch into his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he marked you as his own, leaving love bites and bruises in his wake.

And when Sami whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a soothing melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but melt into him. His hands would caress you with a gentleness that belied the fire burning beneath the surface, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin as he worshipped you with every touch. His touch was like fire and ice, alternating between scorching passion and soothing tenderness, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

Jey loved teasing Sami the most. He would playfully taunt him, knowing exactly how to push his buttons in the best way possible. Whether it was poking fun at his blushing cheeks when he would kiss you in public, or teasing him about his affectionate nature, Jey delighted in seeing Sami's reactions, his laughter ringing out like music to his ears. But it was all in good fun, and Jey made sure to shower Sami with love and affection afterwards, his teasing always followed by tender kisses and whispered words of adoration.

When Sami speaks French or Arabic, you and Jey are fucking gone. It's almost comical the way you both practically turn into puddles of goo whenever Sami switches to his native languages. When he makes love to you both, if he speaks French or Arabic, his words take on a whole new level of intensity and passion, igniting a fire within you both that burns hotter than anything you've ever known.

There's something about the way Sami's voice rolls off his tongue in those languages, the way every word drips with emotion and desire, that leaves you both weak-kneed and breathless. It's like he's weaving a spell with his words, drawing you both closer with every syllable until you're lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy. It doesn't matter if you understand French or Arabic or not; the sheer power and emotion behind Sami's words transcend language barriers, leaving you and Jey utterly captivated and completely at his mercy.

On the rare occasion that Jey speaks Samoan when he's kissing you and Sami, both of you are equally enthralled, your hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and desire as Jey's deep, rumbling voice washes over you like a tidal wave. There's something primal and intoxicating about hearing Jey speak in his native tongue, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips as he whispers sweet nothings and declarations of love in Samoan.

If someone flirts with your men, you become a jealous girlfriend, and it's comical the way your usual kind and composed demeanor completely evaporates in the face of jealousy. It's like a switch flips inside you, and suddenly, you're fiercely protective of Jey and Sami, unwilling to let anyone encroach on what's yours. Your jaw clenches, your fists tighten, and a fire ignites in your eyes as you glare daggers at anyone who dares to flirt with your men.

Jey and Sami find it both amusing and endearing, the way you puff up like an angry cat ready to defend its territory. They also get very turned on, and you can expect that you won't be able to walk the next day without feeling the repercussions of their arousal.

You have a tendency to take on too much that it leaves you feeling overwhelmed at times. You're the type who wants to make sure everything is perfect for Jey and Sami, often putting their needs above your own. Whether it's planning elaborate date nights, coordinating their schedules, or just being there for them whenever they need you, you always go above and beyond to ensure their happiness and well-being.

But in doing so, you sometimes neglect your own needs and forget to take care of yourself. You push yourself to the limit, trying to juggle too many responsibilities at once and refusing to ask for help when you need it. You're so used to being the one who holds everything together that you forget it's okay to lean on Jey and Sami for support sometimes, to let them take care of you the way you take care of them. It's something they've noticed and talked to you about, gently reminding you that they're here for you too, that you don't have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders alone. They want to be there for you, to support you and lift you up when you're feeling down. They want you to know that they love you just as much as you love them, and that they'll always be there for you, no matter what. They'll do small things like bringing you breakfast in bed, running you a hot bath after a long day, or simply holding you close and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear. They want you to know that you're not alone, that you have them by your side every step of the way.

At your best, you are a thoughtful partner that does everything before anyone can even think of it. You anticipate their needs, their desires, and their wishes, and you go above and beyond to fulfill them. At your worst, you can be stubborn and overly self-sacrificing, refusing to let anyone else bear the burden of your problems or share in your struggles. When you're in struggle mode, you shut off your brain and let Sami and Jey take the lead and make all the decisions.

You feel airy and disconnected, as if you're floating through life without any direction or purpose as Jey and Sami take care of you, make sure you're fed and rested, and gently guide you back to yourself. It's like a puppy that's lost its way, and your partners are the ones patiently leading you back home.

You constantly have to cake your neck with makeup because Sami and Jey always leave marks on it when they get too carried away. You always complain about having to cover up the love bites, but deep down, you secretly love them. They're like little reminders of the passionate moments you share with Jey and Sami, tangible evidence of the love and desire that burns between you. They may leave marks that you have to hide from the rest of the world, but they also leave marks on your heart that no amount of makeup could ever conceal.

Jey is very physically affectionate. His love language is physical touch, and he expresses his affection through hugs, kisses, and cuddles. He's the type of partner who isn't afraid to show his love openly, whether it's holding your hand in public or wrapping you up in a tight embrace when you're feeling down. His touch is warm and comforting, grounding you in the present moment and reminding you of his unwavering devotion. Jey's hugs are like a safety net, a place where you can always find solace and reassurance no matter what life throws your way. And when he kisses you, it's like fireworks exploding in the sky, igniting a spark of passion and desire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

Sami, on the other hand, expresses his affection through acts of service and quality time. He's the type of partner who shows his love through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, running errands for you when you're busy, or simply spending quality time together doing things you both enjoy. Sami's presence is like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night, enveloping you in a sense of comfort and security that makes you feel loved and cherished. And when he looks at you with those soulful eyes, you can't help but melt under his gaze, knowing that you're the center of his world.

As for you, your love language is a combination of words of affirmation and physical touch. You thrive on verbal expressions of love and appreciation, craving the reassurance that comes from hearing those three little words: "I love you." But you also find solace in physical affection, whether it's a gentle caress or a passionate kiss. You also love gift-giving, and watching your boys' eyes light up when you buy them their favorite limited edition sneakers or surprise them with tickets to their favorite band's concert brings you immense joy.

When it's those long days on the road where all you want to do is curl up into the familiar warmth of your partners' arms, you find solace in the small moments shared between the three of you. Whether it's cuddling together in bed after a long day of traveling, sharing inside jokes and laughter over dinner, driving to the next city with their hands, resting on your thigh, the windows fogged up by some adulterous activities, or simply holding hands as you walk through the bustling streets of a new city, you wouldn't trade your boys for anything for the world. And that was a fact.

And if anyone else had anything else to say about that, they should be prepared for Jey to knock some sense into them. Cause he don't play about the people he loves.

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[pr0wlerpunk]

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𖤐Prologue

𖤐Run in

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𖤐Lets Talk

𖤐Stay Away

𖤐Meet The Family

𖤐One of us

𖤐We Know

𖤐I Know

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𖤐Forever and Always

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[mostlikelythedevil]

Only Love Can Hurt (Like This) | {Part One}

Pairing(s): Kevin Owens x Fem!Zayn!Reader, Solo Sikoa x Fem!Zayn!Reader

Warning(s): Explicit Language, Angst, Explicit Sexual Content (Fem! Receiving, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, etc.)

Word Count: 3,325

Chapter Summary: The Reader gets a message from an unsaved number in the middle of the night, and she chooses to investigate against her better judgement. 

Link(s): AO3, Masterlist

Note(s): I’ve been considering doing some AU content for the Haunted Universe to show what could have been, so this is going to be a ficlet on one of many! This one is going to be two parts, so be sure to keep an eye out for part two! To be clear: this is not canon to Haunted, and it is not necessary to have read Haunted to understand what’s going on. I also feel the need to add that any grammatical errors are intention as I feel the fic reads better raw rather than polished. Let me know what you think!

Tag(s): @crowleysqueenofhell @raeluvshammett

The message comes chiming sometime after midnight.

 Solo, in his sleep, tightens his grip on the covers beside you; your brother does not stir in his bed, nor do the two twins who sleep on the pull-out couch. It still surprises you that your brother would allow you to sleep in the same bed as a man who you hardly know; yet, sleeping with him would be awkward and uncomfortable, and the twins insisted that you have a bed to sleep in rather than the pull-out. So, Solo was the logical option; besides, you liked him well enough after getting to know him for the last month — maybe a bit too much. It doesn’t matter.

 Part of you doesn’t want to know who would be messaging you at such a late hour — and yet, here you were, climbing out of bed with the gentlest of movements to cross the room. Your phone lights up on your approach, blinding you with the bright light of your background — a picture of you with Sami. In a panic, trying to turn the brightness down, you bump against the dresser it rests on. Solo stirs in bed for a moment before settling on his back, facing the ceiling; once again, the others do not move at all in the night.

 “Can we talk?” The message reads, an unknown number on your notification wall.

 In your throat, you feel an awful, nervous tightness. Who would be messaging you, this late at night, wanting to talk — especially if it was someone too insignificant to save to your phone? There were few people that would bother messaging you that weren’t already in the room with you, less that didn’t have their own numbers saved in your phone under some nickname.

 You consider deleting the message and crawling back into the comfort of the bed; tomorrow is going to be a long, eventful day, after all. Wonder, though, at the mystery person behind the message, keeps you standing in the middle of the hotel room like an idiot — and you can only hope that no-one wakes to question what the hell you’re doing out of bed at such a late hour.

 “Who is this?” Shaking are your fingers as you send the message.

 “Room 203, the floor under you. Don’t wake up your friends,” the message reads, lighting up your screen within seconds of your response. You frown. “Delete these messages for both our sake.”

 Stomach churning, you glance around the room at the men sleeping; none of them had moved in the time it had taken to read your phone, and someone — who you believe to be Sami — is snoring softly. There is no reason that you couldn’t sneak out of the room and back before anyone noticed; yet, you’re not even sure you want to go. This could be some kind of set-up, some psychopath trying to hurt you in the middle of the night with all evidence gone.

 Carefully, you unplug your phone and grab the robe that you left on the other side of the dresser. You toss it over your shoulders, pulling it in close against you; you were decent in your tank-top and shorts, but you would prefer not to be seen roaming the hotel corridors in search of someone. The more cover you had, the less likely it would be for someone to recognize you from afar — you hope.

 Once more, you find yourself looking around the room. Sami is turned away from the door, still snoring, and Solo remains comfortably on his back; the two twins cannot be seen from so close to the door, but you suppose one of them would have sat up if they were awake.

 Something about this feels so wrong.

 Yet you find yourself opening and closing the door behind you with quiet haste.

 The hotel corridor is clear of anyone else, which is of little surprise considering the hour. Still, though, it is bright — too bright, too obvious if someone were to see you. Instead of the elevator, you aim for the stairwell, walking with your shoulders hunched and as close to your head as possible. God, why did you feel as if you were betraying the people you had sworn yourself to?

 Somewhere in the distance, you hear a door opening. You dart into the stairwell, chest heaving with excitement and anxiety all bundled into one, and descend with quick, deliberate steps. It’s darker here, and the echo is a bit loud, so you do what you can both to not trip and to remain quiet at such a fast pace.

 You find yourself on the floor below your room, sticking your head precariously out of the stairwell door. No-one roams the corridor, just as no-one had above. The room number directly across from the stairwell is 215; you would need to walk down the corridor a fair amount before reaching your destination. A fresh wave of butterflies invade your stomach as you inch into the corridor, making haste toward your destination.

 “213, 211, 209, 207, 205…” Your breath hitches outside of Room 203.

 Who, or what, could be awaiting you behind the ordinary hotel door?

 Knock. Knock.

 Tense moments pass by without answer, and a wave of humiliation washes over you. This was some kind of cruel trick — or worse, a test from Roman that you failed without question. You huff, glancing around you for someone lying in wait; no-one awaits you, though, and you begin back to the stairwell. On the bright side, with the little time you had been gone, you could stop at the vending machine as an excuse to your absence had any of the boys had noticed.

 Just as you turn away from the door, it opens. You look back, seeing no-one waiting to greet you; instead, you can see the faint glow of the television in the corner of the room. Dread fills you, and you truly consider running for a moment; you don’t, though, fool that you are, and you carefully inch yourself into the hotel room.

 As you step into the room, the door is closed behind you, and you feel another wave of nauseating dread fill you as you step forward and away from the person behind you. In front of you, the television is paused on a moment from the latest Monday Night RAW; to be precise, it is paused at the exact moment that Kevin Owens walked out to address Roman Reigns — though the camera focuses on the distraught flash that crosses your expression.

 “What the fuck,” you murmur, looking around the room, but not yet behind you.

 The room itself is quite clean, save for a shirt laid across the bed. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust enough to the faint glow of the television being the only light in the room, but as soon as you’re able, you take a few steps closer to the bed to investigate the clue purposely left behind for you.

 Just Keep Fighting

 Your heart drops to your stomach.

 And, yet, part of you knew. Why else would you be so stupid?

 “I already hadn’t been sleeping well,” the deep sound of his tired voice reverberates around the room, encompassing you in the same intoxicating way that it had before. He’s somewhere behind you, and he’s all around you at once. “Re-watching Monday night, though, I saw that, on the T.V, and I haven’t been sleeping very much at all since.”

 You continue to stare down at the shirt, stomach churning. “You did that.”

 He sighs. You can hear him running his hands through his hair. “I know,” his voice is so soft it makes your heart weep, “and that’s why I asked you to come. I want to talk about it.”

 You stand in silence.

 “I know that a lot has happened in the month since,” you can hear him step closer to you as he speaks, “but I need you to know that I regret going about things the way that I did. I was scared.”

 “Scared?” The question comes naturally quite distrusting.

 He chuckles, all tired and almost loving. “Scared of fucking things up; the truth is that I started to feel something for you before you told me you had feelings for me, and I knew I couldn’t act on anything because you’re Sami’s sister,” he takes another step closer, “but hearing you admit your feelings… I didn’t think I could pretend I didn’t share those feelings. I lashed out because I didn’t know what else to do.”

 “You expect me to believe that,” his smell engulfs you, fuzzing your thoughts.

 “It’s the truth.” His hand brushes your elbow, a silent plea for you to face him. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, standing to your side, head low and shirtless. God, you’ve been staring at his shirt.

 You turn, slow and deliberate.

 The bags under Kevin’s eyes are the first thing you notice, even in the lack of light; he certainly wasn’t lying about not sleeping well for days. Next, you see just how bloodshot his eyes are — not to mention the puffy pink surrounding them. He’s been torturing himself with that video, it seems. God, you want to believe it. Believe him. How can you, though? After what he said?

 He reaches out to you experimentally, gently grabbing your elbow when you don’t move away. He pulls you to him, closer and closer, until you’re practically touching. His hand remains gentle on your elbow as he stares down at you, tired. It occurs to you that maybe he’s searching your eyes for something, but the only thing you can really focus on is the heat radiating off of his body.

 You have to get out of here.

 “I need to go,” you break your gaze, eyes settling on the floor.

 “You could stay here,” his whisper is that of a begging man, “you don’t have to go back to them. We can— we can fix things, build something here.”

 You shake your head, pulling away. “No, you went too far.”

 His grip tightens on your elbow, not allowing you to leave but not painful. “I’m sorry.”

 Tears bubble in your eyes, but you refuse to let him see that. “Why are you doing this?”

 “I don’t want to lose you.”

 You scoff.

 His free hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing your head up to look him in the eyes. He’s gentle, but firm. A tear trickles stubbornly from your eye, down your cheek, and onto the hand. His eyebrows furrow, and his gaze is so sickeningly sweet. He’s never been so sweet. God, why the fuck is this happening? You have a family now. You don’t need him.

 The warmth of his lips on your own and your eyes fluttering closed beg to differ.

 His kiss is bruising — hungry yet so very tender, and not all at once. His hand on your chin falls to your waist, pulling you closer into him. Your hands come to rest on his bare, warm chest. Warmth pools deep in your stomach — a contentedness you have craved for so long. His bare skin is so warm against you, engulfing you in the best and worst embrace you will ever have in your life.

 Your lips move in sync with his own; a beautiful, intricate dance of two souls melding. And yet, tears flow freely down your cheeks. You know you cannot stay; you will not stay, not after everything, no matter how sorry he claimed to be. But this, this is something that you can allow yourself just this once.

 “I won’t let them take you from me, not again,” he murmurs half to himself as he breaks your kiss, mouth coming down on your neck in peppering kisses. The heat of his kiss burns — a bittersweet memory for later.

 His name comes to your lips, but you cannot bring yourself to say it. You don’t want to ruin the façade that you have going; this is a dream, a bittersweet dream, and nothing more — saying his name would make it too real. Your heart can’t take that.

 A sweet, soft mewl leaves your throat when he bites down on  your neck, suckling and lapping at the skin caught between his teeth. He’s going to leave a mark. You’ll be in for a lot of trouble if someone sees it. And yet, you cry out in delight when he bites down harder, harsher. It’s a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, scorching your skin. You don’t care that it could be your downfall.

 Your hands grip at his chest, squeezing and appreciating the warm, soft muscles. He’s always been so strong, yet so soft. He was made by the gods, you’d always been convinced of it — a marble statue meant to tempt. And tempt he did as his bite turned once more to peppering kisses, littering your skin with flames of passion all the way down to your navel.

 He looks up at you, eyes holding devilish thoughts with the most angelic presentation. His chest heaves up and down, overwhelmed with you, with the situation. Your breathing matches his. You nod, granting him the silent consent he desperately needed. All at once, you were lifted and laid on his bed, shirt bunched up beneath you.

 His hands, now given permission, are greedy, kneading at your skin with such force it’s a wonder you don’t bruise on the impact. He pulls at your shorts, peppering your hips with his flames. His mouth moves to your covered mound, kissing and biting so gently — teasing. Eyes find your own as he takes your panties in his teeth, pulling, pulling, pulling. His beard scratches and tickles at your thighs the lower he goes.

 “Please,” the word slips from you, so quiet and yet a shout in the otherwise silent room.

 Slow and wet is his tongue against your skin, licking a stripe up your cunt. A moan bubbles through your throat, back arching into the air at the sensation. Fingers entangle themselves in his short hair, scratching at his scalp. He smiles against your skin, licking another stripe and another and another before he comes down hard on your clit. His tongue swirls, flattened against your skin, and your head swirls with it.

 One hand digs into your thigh, bruising the flesh beneath his fingers; the other hand snakes up your other thigh, toying with the lips of your cunt. He laughs when you groan at the lack of stimulation. Two of his fingers circle your hole as he sucks hard on your clit, and you think you’re going to come undone, but the sensation of his fingers stretching you is what sends you over the edge. He smells too good, feels too good, and you’ve dreamed of this.

 His fingers pump against your walls, scissoring and swirling and pushing. His bite is on your thigh, marking you through your orgasm. You whine, pulling at his hair. He looks up at you, eyes hooded with absolute lust. His fingers leave you. You go to whine again, but it catches in your throat when you see that he’s undressing. Slowly, his cock bounces from his shorts, landing heavy against his lower stomach.

 Is this really happening?

 He climbs on top of you, propped up by his hands. He stares down into your eyes, a soft, loving look engulfing him. You’re not quite sure what you look like now; wide-eyed, in awe, possibly upset? It could be anything. You’re not sure how to feel after all, but you know that this is something that you want.

 Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he presses his cock into you, burying himself to the hilt. It burns deliciously. He grits his teeth together as he tries to control himself. Shallow, sweet thrusts follow. He kisses you, sweet and chaste, but you do not need his sweet; you need him to fuck you, just this once, nice and hard so that you’ll never forget him.

 He seems to catch onto your need after a few seconds, thrusting harder, harder, harder until you’re nearly screaming underneath him. He’s growling, an animal above you, cursing and muttering all of the nasty things he wanted to do to you, speech so slurred you can’t quite make out anything he’s saying. His knuckles are white, hands tangled in the covers of his bed, holding on for some kind of grip. He decides your hips are more suitable, moving his bruising grip to them, using your body against his.

 Your body shakes beneath him, and you see nothing more than black and stars, gone to the world in ecstasy. He collapses down onto you, heaving, thrusting with all of the power in him. He’s so heavy, but it feels like heaven against your burning skin. He turns, pulling you with him, thrusting into your tired cunt with enough force to lift you off of him. He growls, coating your walls with his own orgasm. His body shakes beneath yours.

 His arms wrap around you, holding you down against his chest. You relish in the moment, closing your eyes, trying to catch your own breath. He kisses your hair, so very tender and sweet.

 “I love you,” and the dreaming is gone.

 You sigh, pushing yourself into a sitting position. You look down at him, and he looks up at you with his own kind of love in his eyes. Unfortunately, his love comes far, far too late.

 “You can’t mention this to anyone,” you say, climbing off of him despite his hands reaching to bring you back down to him. “If it gets out, we’re both going to be in for it.”

 “You’re leaving.” He states, the hurt in his voice palpable.

 You nod. “I told you this wouldn’t be— we can’t fix what happened. Not now, maybe not ever,” you work yourself back into your panties and shorts as you speak.

 He frowns. “You don’t believe me.”

 “I don’t— but that’s not the only reason I’m not staying,” you turn away from him, “I can’t leave them behind now. They’re family.”

 “Don’t bullshit me,” he scoffs.

 “I’m not. I care about them. They were there for me when you weren’t,” you snap, walking to the door. “Goodbye, Kevin.”

 You open and close the door before Kevin can say anything more — before you can lose your senses to him yet again. If you were to stay, to allow him to speak to you, to feel him all around you, you wouldn’t go back to your family; he was the devil, and he could persuade you to do anything he wanted, even that, even now.

 No-one is in the bright, blinding light of the corridor, and you are beyond thankful for that. Your steps are less cautious as you make your way to the stairwell, leaking the remnants of Kevin into your panties with each step; you want nothing more than to get back into your hotel room to wash the deed away, to hide your misdoings against your brothers.

 Again, your footsteps echo up the stairwell — and again, there is no-one there to hear them.

 You step out onto your floor, pleasantly surprised at the lack of life around; the guilt, for the time being, is less because there is no-one around to expose you for what you’ve done.

 When you reach the door to your hotel room, you carefully inch it open and sneak inside. No-one is awake, it seems, and no-one stirs as you enter the room. Sami snores peacefully on his back; the twins are out of sight; and Solo— where the hell is Solo?

 “You thought you was slick sneaking out, didn’t you?”

#WWE #WWE Imagine #WWE Smut #Sami Zayn #Jimmy Uso #Jey Uso #Kevin Owens #Kevin Owens Imagine #Kevin Owens Smut #Solo Sikoa #Solo Sikoa Imagine #Also on AO3 #Haunted: AU #OLCHLT: Part One #OLCHLT: Part 1

[afterdarkprincess]

Can you do 5 with Sami and Jey please 🫶

5. "Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

Thank you for the prompt!!! Sorry it took so long to fill!!!

shoutout to @feelschicken for helping a LOT with this one 💕

Pairing: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1051

ao3 link tag squad: @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @imabillyami @jeysbvck @southerngirl41

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Sami Zayn considers himself to be a very lucky man, having been able to pursue his dreams of professional wrestling, seeing the world and performing in front of millions of people. His friendship with Kevin, while tumultuous over the last few years, is still strong. And more recently, he’s found one of the greatest loves he’s ever known in the most unexpected of places.

Jey Uso stretches, wiggling in Sami’s arms to get comfortable. His eyes meet Sami’s and his face warms into a smile that still manages to take Sami’s breath away.

His crush on Jey during those early Bloodline days had seemed so hopeless, when Jey would regard him with open distrust and hatred. Sami no could see just enough of the kind soul underneath, crushed under the weight of years of hurt and abuse, that he could not give up. Even if Jey never returned his feelings, he didn’t deserve the hell that Roman put him through.

But by some divine miracle, Jey did feel the same. It had been by no means easy, navigating their feelings along with the complications of Jey’s family and keeping their relationship a secret. But Sami has no regrets when he gets to spend hours like this with Jey in his arms.

“Whatchu thinkin’ bout?” Jey looks up at him with those puppy dog brown eyes, his strong, calloused fingers catching Sami’s, twining their hands together. “Can hear your brain workin’ from here.”

“Mmm,” Sami says softly, pulling their hands to his lips to brush softly against Jey’s knuckles, hitting each one as punctuation. “Just how happy I am. How lucky I am. How I wouldn’t even have believed this was possible more than a few months ago.”

“Really?”

Sami notes the surprise in his lover’s voice. “Yeah- why?”

Jey’s eyes flick away, the way they always do when he gets self conscious. “Nothin’ I jus’- I been thinkin’ bout this for a long time. ‘Bout me n’ you.”

“Since when?” Jey shakes his head, and Sami can’t allow that. “C’mon, indulge me baby.”

“I don’ know-“

“Mania? Rumble maybe?” Sami thinks back to his own thoughts and feelings during those times, that insistent voice in his head that couldn’t allow him to move on, the way his eyes lingered on Jey’s exposed waist.

“Before that,” it’s so quiet that Sami barely hears it. “Wargames for sure, but even before that.”

“But Jey- you hated me then!”

He feels the low rumble of Jey’s soft laughter more than he hears it. “Yeah, I did. I didn’t like you at all, but…” His voice trails off. “Man, you was always so touchy! You’d touch me ’n it felt like I got burned or somethin’. And then if I’d say anything about it you’d get this sappy ass pout on your face. Drove me crazy.”

“Good crazy or bad crazy?”

“Both, and you’d finally fuck off for the night and just when I thought I’d finally get some damn peace and quiet, I’d-“ Jey looks away, like something across the room has caught his eye, but Sami knows him too well by now.

“Jey…” He touches Jey’s chin, softly turning his face back to meet him. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

Sami watches the whole story play out on Jey’s face, biting his lip and furrowing his brow in worried embarrassment. Jey moves, shifting his hips away from Sami slightly.

“Y-yeah, when Jimmy was out or uhh, in another room.”

The thought is simply too much for Sami, and he swings his leg over Jey’s body, rolling them both until he’s on top and staring down at his beloved, their hips slotted together and Jey can no longer hide his growing erection.

“What did you think about?”

Jey’s hips buck up into Sami’s, creating a delicious friction even through their boxers that had Sami’s dick heading quickly to full hardness, and Jey groans, low and deep. “Thought about shuttin’ you up, mostly. Thought you’d finally be quiet with my dick down your throat, but turns out I was wrong about that too.”

Sami couldn’t help but laugh at that as he shoves his hands between them, freeing both of their lengths to knock and glide together, sticky with precum. “What else, sweetheart?”

“For a while it was like that, jus’ physical.” He bites off a moan. “Rubbin’ one out in the shower here n’ there, that’s life on the road you know? Then-ahh… then after Wargames, I still wanted to shut you up but it was different. Wanted to jus’ kiss you stupid, and not just at night but all the time.”

Somehow it’s this admission that brings Sami to blush, grinding his hips hard against Jey’s before ducking down to bring their lips together in a bruising kiss.

“Like that?” He whispers when they part.

Jey nods laughing, “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” His hand is warm on the back of Sami’s neck, pulling him in to kiss again.

The kiss deepens, turning filthy quickly and fueling the desperate rut of their hips. Sami can’t think beyond the sensation of Jey all around him. The warmth of his skin, the scratchy feel of his beard, the sweet smell of his shampoo. It’s intoxicating for Sami, the same kind of high he gets in the ring when the crowd is cheering his name.

“Sami… ah, fuck Sami!” Jey sighs into the few inches between them, one arm wrapped around Sami’s back as the other curls into the hair at the base of his neck, keeping him close.

The pressure in his stomach builds and builds as they settle into a quick pace, both mindlessly chasing release.

“So good, so good for me Jey. F-fuck, I’m so lucky.” Sami crushes their lips together, hard and fast. “Love you so fuckin’ much aahh-“

He’s cut off by Jey’s lips biting into his lower lip just hard enough to hurt and it sends him shattering over the edge. Jey’s not far behind, his hips stuttering against Sami’s sensitive skin and moaning as he adds to the sticky mess on his stomach.

Sami rests his forehead against Jey’s, both of them breathing heavily as they recover. He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, was that everything you thought it’d be?”

Jey smiles wild, “And more, babe.”

#samijey #jey uso #sami zayn #jeysami #wwe fanfiction #my writing #asks #answered asks #smut prompts

[1800miserablethot]

𝓚𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷 𝓞𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕂𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖. 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕂𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝.

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“I think you’re a rage-a-holic.”

….

“Ah, what? What did you just call me?!” Kevin’s voice reverberates down the hallway as he abruptly turns his head towards Sami. “Kevin, you have an anger problem-“ Sami begins to say, but Kevin interrupts him “I do NOT have an anger problem!!” Sami lets out an exasperated sigh, placing the titles on one of the nearby chairs. “I make a bet with you, if you can go the rest of the night without throwing another tantrum then I’ll let this go. But if you blow up even ONCE then you have to admit something is going on.”

“You’re on,” Kevin replies, shrugging his shoulders confidently as he walks away from Sami, a smug smile playing on his lips.

…

Throughout the remainder of the day, Kevin remained true to his word. When he was asked about the bloodline he didn’t yell or scream like usual. He actually said hi to a couple of people-hell even had cold water spilt on him and shrugged it off with a simple “It’s all good.” Now Sami did thought he had Kevin’s cards checked out when Riddle started talking to them and he almost, ALMOST had Kevin but the shorter man kept it together.

It wasn’t until Imperium arrived that Kevin’s agitation resurfaced. He observed Kevin biting his fist, silently chuckling. He reminded Sami of a firework about to explode. Thankfully, a text from Cody intervened, and Sami quickly whisked Kevin away before he could unleash his anger on the IC champion.

“I got your text,” Sami said as they approached Cody. “Yeah, I wanted to ask if I could borrow Kevin for my tag match tonight.” Kevin raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Wait, me?” Cody nodded and replied, “Yes, you. Considering everything that happened today and what I’ve heard about your anger issues, I thought you could use a match.”

“Okay 1.) I don’t have an anger problem and 2.) Can I punch people?”

“That’s what a match is for, right?” Cody responded.

Both of them turned to look at Sami, who shrugged his shoulders. “Why not?” His gaze shifted to Kevin as he watched his partner walk away with Cody, excitedly ranting about finally having a match.

Now here they are now making their way to Sami’s rental car. “I’m surprised you made it through the rest of the show without throwing a tantrum,” Sami remarked, placing his bag in the car’s trunk. “I don’t throw tantrums!” Kevin snapped back, putting his bag in next to Sami’s. Sami smirked and added, “But you do.”

Kevin scowled at him and muttered, “I don’t have an anger issue.” Before hoping into the passenger side. “sure you don’t,” Sami teased as he cranked the car on. Kevin scoffed. “I don’t have any anger issues!”

Sami raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh, come on. We both know the truth.” He turns to face Kevin, seeing his lovers face starting to turn a splotchy red. “Calm down chéri I’m joking,” his hand cupping the back of Kevin’s neck. “Unless you want to admit that you do.” He whispered against Kevin’s lips, grinning when Kevin pushes him away. “Fuck you.”

“I can if you want.” He remarks, chuckling as Kevin turns to face the window. He could feel the tension in the air, and it was palpable. Seeing from the corner of his eye, Kevin’s jaw was clenched tight, and his arms were crossed. Luckily the hotel wasn’t far and in a couple of minutes they were pulling up into the drive way.

Kevin quickly opened the door and stepped out of the car, grabbing his bag and walking over to the entrance of the hotel. “Kevin!” Sami calls out, jogging to catch up with him but gets no response from the other man. As Sami entered the hotel lobby, he could see Kevin standing near the reception desk, his back facing him. He walks over to the Canadian, unexpectedly, Sami’s arm snaked around Kevin’s waist, a playful gesture meant to grab his attention. He gently gripped the inside of Kevin’s thigh, chuckling inwardly when he felt Kevin tense up before swiftly retracting his hand.

Following Kevin to the elevator, they both stand there in silence. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at Kevin, who was intently staring at him. “Still throwing that tantrum?” Sami asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he watched Kevin’s gaze shift to the ground.

When the elevator door opens Kevin’s the first one out. Sami follows quickly behind him, their footsteps echoing down the hall until the reach their room. He rest his head on Kevin’s shoulder, pressing light kisses against his neck as Kevin tried to unlock the door. “Mon joli garçon,” He whispered, his free hand pulling Kevin closer by the hips.

“I-I can’t focus Sami.” Kevin hisses out, trying to put the key card in the slot again but missing. “Désolé mon amour.” He mumbles, giving a harsh nip at Kevin’s jaw before pulling away fully. Listening to the door beep as it finally opens, he walks in after Kevin closing the door and sitting his gym bag down with ease.

He walks over to the bed, sitting down on it. Kicking off his shoes and socks before laying down on the bed, watching Kevin go straight into the bathroom. He rolls his eyes and picks up his phone going to scroll through it. He forgot how prideful Kevin could be when he came to proving points. But hell that’s one of the things he adored about him as well.

As the minutes ticked by he lets out an exasperated sigh, he powered off his phone and aimlessly gazed at the ceiling. The sound of running water echoed through the walls, holding his attention until it abruptly ceased.

His eyebrow perks up, shifting his gaze over at the door seeing it open. Out coming Kevin in nothing but boxers and a shirt, which he noticed was one of his that he couldn’t find earlier. “Your turn.” He hears Kevin mumble.

His eyes narrow as he rises from the bed and strides toward Kevin, who attempts to slip past him stealthily. But he catches Kevin’s shoulder, spinning Owen’s around to face him. Before Kevin could get any sort of complaint out, he cups both sides of Kevin’s face and kisses him deeply.

“I’m done with you tantrums,” Sami growls against Kevin’s lips, pushing Kevin backwards until he falls onto the bed. “Je veux que tu te comportes bien, maintenant.” He mumbles loud enough for Kevin to hear, crawling onto the bed and in between Kevin’s legs. Kevin swallows hard, his head tilting up as his and Sami’s lips connect again. Panting softly at Sami’s hips rocking down onto his. He could feel Sami’s clothed hard on against his, the feeling of rough denim against his thin boxers made a shudder run down his spine and his head swoon dizzily.

His lips opened slightly, a small moan slipping out. Kevin’s ears tingled as his face started to flush with heat. His fingers tangled in Sami’s shirt, pulling him closer. His gaze falling to in between their body’s watching how Sami’s hips move so perfectly against his own.

He’s broken out of his trance when Sami grips his jaw forcing Kevin to look up at him. A small smile breaking across his lips seeing Kevin’s eyes roll lazily before shutting. “Look at me,” He exclaims, slapping the side of Kevin’s jaw lightly.

Kevin’s eyes snap open, meeting Sami’s gaze. “W-What?” He asks trying to focus on Sami the best he could without his brain trying to shut down. “You remember our bet?” He nods in agreement, feeling Sami’s ruts slow down. “No, no-s'il te plaît ne t'arrête pas, Sami. I-I remember,” he stuttered breathlessly. Sami smirks, his fingers tracing circles over Kevin’s beard. “Only if you admit why you’ve been acting this way.” He murmurs, pressing his hips down roughly against Kevin’s. Listening to him let out a surprised moan, “Pourquoi ne me fais-tu pas.” Kevin replies, before a loud groan escapes him, feeling Sami’s open palm strike the side of his face.

And he’s fucking gone. He feels like he’s floating, ears ringing, his brain fuzzy and hazy. “You want to say that again?” Sami asks teasingly, following Kevin’s eyes. “Kevinn,” He tunes out, tapping the side of Kevin’s cheek again to get the Canadian to look at him.

He laughs softly seeing Kevin’s dilated pupils frantically look around the room before connecting with his gaze. He moves his hands to Kevin’s wrists, holding them firmly above his head. “S-Sami, s'il te plaît.”

“Please what? What do you want Kevin?” He asks, grinning playfully. His lips brushing against Kevin’s, as he grounds his hips down. Listening to the small hitches in Kevin’s breathing and little whimpers. “Want, want you please. Sami, I’m s-sorry please-I’ll be good, so good for you please.” He babbles, trying to buck his hips upwards to get some sort of friction because he needed it. His skin felt like it was crawling, like it was burning, he wanted more, needed more.

“Good boy, chéri.”

His head swoons at those three simple words. Fucking shithead knew exactly how to get him even more under. “Please.” He mumbles, feeling Sami’s hips rocking slowly against his again. “Please what, Kev?” His eyebrow perks up. “Need you, please. Fuck me, slap me please anything.”

Sami’s fingers tangle in Kevin’s hair cranking his neck back. “I can do both if you want.” He husks, kissing along Kevin’s jaw and down his throat. “Yes! Yes, t-that please.” He sits back a bit, staring a bit too long at the man under him. He loved Kevin like this, having him practically trembling.

“I don’t want to hurt you too badly, chéri. We have a segment tomorrow.” Sami whispers, capturing Kevin’s lips into a small kiss before it breaks again. “But I want you too, please? It’s why I-I’m always throwing tantrums, I love when you get aggressive and I just-please?” He pleads, running his tongue over his bottom lip feeling the small sting, if Sami hit him again he knew it would break the skin. “S'il vous plait, Monsieur.”

His head snaps abruptly as the back of Sami’s hand strikes his cheek and jaw again. He moans lowly, feeling himself start to leak in his briefs. He hears himself breathlessly giggle, licking his lips again tasting copper.

“Is that what you wanted, chéri?”

Sami taunts, his voice low and sensual. Kevin nods eagerly as he tries to clear the cobwebs from his head. “Please fuck me.” He whispers, gazing up at Sami seeing the awe struck look on his lovers face. His fingers fumbling with the buttons on Sami’s jeans, listening to the sound of the zipper sliding down.

“And if I don’t?” Sami snarks, slapping Kevin’s hand away. “I don’t think you deserve it, Kev. You have been pretty bad lately..” He says warningly, his hands roaming under Kevin’s shirt making it rise up slowly.

Kevin shivers, feeling Sami’s hot breath against his ear, yelping at the sharp nip Sami does to his earlobe. “Please don’t stop,” he begs softly, his fingernails digging into Sami’s hips.

Sami pulls away, pulling Kevin’s shirt off and throws it onto the floor. “Rester là.” He demands, getting off the bed and walks over to Kevin’s bag ruffling through the pocket until he finds the small bottle of lube.

Returning to the bed, he places it next to them as he plays with the band of Kevin’s underwear before pulling it off. “Sami please, please just fuck me already. I want-need it please I-I can take it, please.” He begged, hearing his voice crack with desperation. Whimpering, unable to hold eye contact with Sami for longer than a few seconds. “Shhh, I got you chéri.” Sami mutters, amusement shining behind his eyes. It wasn’t often but when Kevin was this under, Sami loved every little bit of it.

Taking off his own shirt, he pulls down his jeans and briefs just enough for his own leaking cock to spring free. Hissing through his teeth as the cold air hits it. He reaches over grabbing the abandoned bottle of lube, “How badly do you want it?” He asks, squirting the lube into his hand.

“So badly, please Sami-I..do anything you want please, use me, hurt me, please I’ll be good.”

“Yeah? You’ll be my good little boy again?” He asks lowly, stroking himself. He lets out a low groan, biting his bottom lip as he listen to Kevin’s on going babbling. “Breathe for me, Kev.” He murmurs, lining up before slowly pushing into Kevin.

He moans, burying his head into the crook of Owen’s neck. His head swirled at the warm, tight feeling of his lover around him. “So perfect like this.” He pants out, his back arching as Kevin’s nails dragged down his skin. “Yes, yes-fuck Sami, je t'aime tellement, ohh-fuck pw-please,”

Whispering into Kevin’s ear, “I love you too, Kev.” His hand finding its way in between their stomachs, wrapping around Kevin’s cock stroking it quickly. “C'est ça chéri, such a good boy..jouis pour moi,” Almost as if on command with loud shout of Sami’s name, Kevin’s spilling all over Sami’s hand. “Fuck! K-Kev,” Sami huffs, and when he feels Kevin clench around him it makes him see stars. His hips stuttering as he’s cumming deep into Kevin, watching some of it spill out onto the bed. It made his pride swell up, it was like it was marking Kevin as his, he was the one who had Kevin like this, begging and practically crying for more.

After a couple of minutes he slowly pulls out, planting small kisses on Kevin’s jaw and face until he finally catches Kevin’s attention again. “You okay?” He asks, laughing softly at the dazed goofy look he got in return. “Je vais mieux que d'accord,”

Oh he’s subbed good, “Can you let me up, baby?” When he feels Kevin’s grip loosen, he stands up pulling off the rest of his clothes before climbing back into the bed. “Bon garçon,” He whispers, pulling Kevin into his arms, smiling at how Kevin snuggled into his side.

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[1-800-sinister]

Betrayal

(Kevin Owens x Sami Zayn)

Warning: Angst, Very Sad, That's pretty much it.

Sami was sitting on his phone. He was in his and Kevin's shared house, sipping on his drink. He was also watching Smackdown, just because he liked to keep up with the stuff up there sometimes.

Sami wasn't paying much attention until he heard Kevin's theme song hit. He choked on his drink and couldn't believe his eyes. Kevin never told him he was going to be the one traded to Smackdown.

Sami felt betrayed. He and his boyfriend were going to be on separate brands now, and Kevin never told him a damn thing. 

Sami turned off the TV. He just sat in disbelief, tears rushing to his eyes. He didn't even bother waiting for Kevin to get home. Sami lay in bed with his eyes closed. 

Kevin got home, not seeing Sami like he normally did. He went up to the room, "baby." He called out for Sami. Kevin saw Sami on the bed. He sat on the bed. "You didn't wait up for me like you normally do. 

Sami opened his eyes, not bothering to look at Kevin. He gave him the silent treatment. Kevin sighed, "Is this about Smackdown, Sami? I'm sorry." Sami still didn't speak, and the betrayal settled in even more. 

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“we can’t…” sami’s breath caught in his throat, his oesophagus tightening as his tried to force his moans back down. mouth running dry as kevin’s large palm pressed against his still-clothed cock. small whimpers left sami’s lips, pursed together in a thin line, still trying to desperately cling onto whatever sanity he had left, still avoiding eye contact with his best friend

“who says we can’t?” kevin’s voice rumbled with such a delicious baritone, one that only made itself known when only sami was present, and one that definitely warmed the younger canadian’s loins. it wasn’t the most secluded of settings, the seemingly empty hallways of an arena, surrounded but sparsely placed crates and boxes, barely large enough to shield the modesty of the two men.

kevin’s hand reached into sami’s sweatpants, softly beginning to stroke his half-hard cock, adoring the way sami’s whimpers bled from his parted lips at the slightest touch. sami was still reserved, afraid someone was catch the two of them, hesitant to succumb to the urges that had plagued him for months. he could not even hold a conversation with kevin without getting hard, poor thing would have to rub one out in the bathrooms afterward.

“w-what if someone sees us…?” sami stuttered his sentence through a choked moan, kevin’s hand now firmly wrapped around the base of sami’s shaft, managing to free it from the restraints of his sweatpants, admiring the sight of sami’s leaking cock, pre-cum dripping down the tip, coating kevin’s knuckles, the appendage so sensitive to his touch.

“then let them stare.” kevin’s lips captured sami’s with feverish kisses, the loose gym shorts kevin had been wearing now felt tight as his own erection pressed up against the thin fabric. he felt sami collapse into his chest, finally letting his guard down and letting those sinful urges take over.

“please…” sami whined, kevin’s grip on sami’s cock released, the red head breathed an exhilarated sigh as kevin pressed him up against the wall, his breath ghosting against the base of sami’s neck. kevin let a glob of spit pool in his palm, slowly beggining to stroke his cock with the makeshift lubricant. the two remained silent, kevin slipped inside sami with ease, feeling the tightness of the red head around his thick cock, instantly burying himself to the hilt with a breathless moan.

“oh fuck-“ kevin gasped through gritted teeth, beginning to move with short quick thrusts, now allowing sami a second to adjust to his size. kevin’s hand reached around once more, resuming its actions beforehand, stroking sami’s length. the sensation was almost too much to bare, sami’s eyes kept darting back and forth between the two ends of the hallway, hoping and praying that no one would dare walk in on the sight, although the thought was arousing he’d rather save himself the embarrassment of explaining.

“kev…you’re so big…” sami hummed, face pressed against the wall by kevin’s large palm, feeling himself about to buckle under the weight of his own orgasm, desperate chasing down his release. kevin gave a silent smirk, simply adoring how sami seemed to collapse completely under his touch.

sami had no need to announce his orgasm, more so he did not have enough time to react as his seed dripped down kevin’s knuckles, an act of which made a heat rise to sami’s already flushed cheeks. kevin merely hummed in response, sending his own orgasm nearing. his movement became rougher, more relentless, burying his size deep inside sami with reckless intent, determined to please the red head even further.

“fuckfuckfuck-“ sami panted, cock sensitive and overstimulated from kevin’s hand. kevin have a small, primal growl upon release, filling sami to the brim with his hot seed. remaining inside him for a moment, kevin adored the way sami’s cum leaked down his tattooed knuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips in order to taste his new-found lover’s seed, shuddering with delight as the sweet taste mingled with his tastebuds. sami peered behind him for a moment, meeting kevin’s gaze, sami’s muscles twitching lightly with exhaustion

“please…again…”

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