#wrestling imagines

[heart4reigns]

Could i request a roman and afab reader imagine, where she’s like a sexy badass bitch and she’s been his like valet/girlfriend ever since he returned as the tribal chief. A lot of people think she’s for looks and can’t fight, then during a promo with the judgement day she beats Rhea’s ass. It like shocks everyone, and roman’s just like hell yea that’s my girl and loves it. Lol thank you!🩷🩷🩷

TROPHY WIFE, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, blood, pet names

tags: locker room talks, everyone teases you, slight age-gap, bloodline bonding moments, dominik calling you 'papi', sexual innuendos teehee, judgement day teasing YOU non-stop

summary: you’re not useless at all

GROWING up, you were always interested in the wrestling. but you couldn't imagine being in the ring without any experiences. that led you to training on your own. to your luck, your boyfriend–roman, was the undisputed champion of the wwe. ever since his big comeback as this chief-like figure, it made you easier to be on stage without talking. you just stood by his side, staring down at the other party, trying to intimidate them for the views.

no one actually knew that you were going to debut soon as one of wwe's new wrestler, except for the bloodline. for now, you were only a 'trophy wife' for the tribal chief. everyone in the locker room teased you about being there as his silly little girlfriend, you were only there for the looks. "morning!" you greeted the twins, before sliding inside the ring. "one more show before your debut, how you feeling?" solo asked.

"i'm excited." you stretched your body, preparing for the fight with jimmy. "i'm not, i don't want to get my ass beat by you." he shook his head. "oh come on, i don't hit hard." you chuckled. "girl, you hit harder than anyone else here!" jimmy complained. "that's because she's been doing this longer than us." your boyfriend stood outside the ring, winking at you. "right, now let's go!"

and everyone in the gym knew that you were going to beat jimmy's ass in a quick sparring. "good fight, baby!" roman was pumped up. "see, i told you. jimmy's gonna be limping for the next two days." jey ruffled his twin's hair. "shut up, get inside the ring with her now." "oh, i don't want that, i have a family!" he shook his head. "GET YOUR ASS HERE!" you grinned with excitement.

work came and you were mentally preparing to face the judgement day. they were nice people but there were two people that got into your nerves; none other than dominik and rhea. they were around your age, of course they would tease you non-stop. "hey papi." he winked at you when you enter the locker room. "shut up." you rolled your eyes. "awww, you look so cute being alone." rhea chimed in the conversation. "i'll whoop your ass, rhea." she smirked at your response. "the trophy wife can fight?" "come on, that's enough." damien came in to stop the teasing.

as much as you wanted to tell them that you were going to be in the roster, you couldn't. creatives were holding you back from spilling the news. a lot of people loved you, but some thought you were useless. you were just there to look pretty. "you alright, baby?" roman noticed your annoyed expression. "dominik and rhea situation." he chuckled. "don't mind them, they're jokesters." you nodded in agreement.

before walking out, roman quickly kissed your forehead. "let's do this, baby." he muttered. the crowd roared with excitement as they heard roman's entrance song. you pulled off your usual smug facade, ready to face whatever dominik and rhea throws at you. as the four of you walked towards the ring, you heard several people calling your name. "(y/n)!" you threw a wink at them, causing them to go frantic. "god, she's so badass, i wish she was a wrestler. just imagine her in a wrestling gear." one of them said, you were trying your best not to chuckle and break character. oh, they would be very ecstatic to know what's coming, you thought.

to say the least, this was the 'feud' with the judgement day was fun. the new storyline on how you were taunted to join them was a breath of fresh air for the fans. when you first heard about it, you were also excited. they seemed like good people to work with, oh how wrong you were. knowing that you couldn't 'defend' yourself, everyone loved pranking and teasing you. "so, this is the tribal chief?" finn had the mic. "and you should be thankful that he is here in person, to see you all." the crowd cheered as they heard roman's response. "with his wiseman, his silent cousin, and his trophy wife, what a deal!" rhea yelled into the microphone.

"we're still waiting for everyone to betray you. the next time you'll see us, your little trophy wife will sign our contract. or give us your titles. loyalty doesn't exist." rhea smirked, the crowd boo-ed as she waved the papers. you had the mic and you stared down at the opposite group. "i won't be joining you, and you said loyalty doesn't exist? that's right. let's ask who created your group? is he still here?" several 'oooh's dropped as you saw rhea's eyes lit up. another strong girl in the ring, she thought.

the locker room smelt like sweat. you were used to it. "god, i'm so tired." you complained to solo, who was putting on his shoes. "can't wait for you to complain after every match." he chuckled. "you know, it's such a shame that your mic skills are being wasted, could've been an amazing wrestler, papi." dominik came inside the room, all sweating. "stop calling me 'papi', jesus." you chuckled. "i'll stop calling you 'papi' if you hang out with us soon." solo couldn't help but to laugh at dominik's sentence.

the remaining week was spent inside the gym. you were training non-stop for your debut. at one point, you had probably beat all the guys inside the gym, leaving roman last. everyone gathered around the ring, waiting for you to charge at him. "COME ON (Y/N), GIVE HIM HELL!" jey yelled. sure he was a loving boyfriend, but in the ring? another different person.

"baby, hit me with your best shot." roman was challenging you. "don't go soft on me." you warned him. "oh, i won't." your boyfriend smirked. you gritted your teeth, trying to find a spot to attack him first. before he lunged at you, you step aside to avoid him. you weren't stronger than him, but with your figure, you were obviously faster. he landed on one of the ropes, turning his back, facing you again.

but before he knew it, you attacked him with a spear. "DAMN GIRL!" jimmy shouted. you tackled roman to the ground, breathing heavily as he tried to switch places. "did you just speared me?" he asked. "i just did." roman clenched his jaw, trying to find a spot to attack you. you dodged it once again, going to the ropes. "you're going nowhere, baby!" the entire gym was pumped out.

you stood up on the ropes, ready to attack again. "FROG SPLASH HIS ASS!" you heard solo's voice. "OH WE'RE NOT GOING TO DO THAT AGAIN!" roman looked concerned. "DO IT! DO IT!" the twins chanted. "I'M SORRY, BABY!" you apologized before your attack. his entire body bounced back. "what a sell, baby." you chuckled. while being distracted on how he looked, which was very hot and sweaty, he took the chance to flip you over. "aw hell no." you muttered.

roman was on top of you, you struggled to move your body–but like usual, you were faster than him. you licked your lips, ready for another attack. "shit girl, you never run out of energy do you?" solo asked, analizing your stamina. the fight was almost done, you just had to make him tap out. with your agility, you could tell roman was getting tired. "how are you so fast?" roman was gasping for air. "you taught me that." you winked at him. the gym whistled over your answer.

"i can't believe you made me tap out." he chuckled, snuggling closer to you. the two of you were already home, chilling on the bed. "hey, you might be bigger than me, but i can definitely flip you." you rolled your eyes. "and that's what i love about you, you're fearless." he kissed your forehead. "god, i can't wait till tomorrow is over." you confessed. "nervous, are we?" he asked. "course i am." you sighed.

"i don't know, what if people don't care about me? like what if i'm only meant to just be a pretty face." his eyes softened. "baby, you know that everyone loves you right?" roman held your hand. "you'd be the brightest superstar out there, love." even in the darkest times, his words made you smile. "on the good side, we're gonna spend more time together. i look forward to it, baby." roman patted your head, trying to calm you down. "i love you, thank you for believing in me." "i'll always believe in you, baby."

you saw fans lining up outside the venue. paul thought it would be a good idea for the bloodline to go out and meet some fans. so there you were, with the other four, interacting with fans. "(y/n)!" one of them greeted you. "hi hello! thank you for coming today." you passed her a water bottle. "(y/n), god, when are you debuting? i'd love to see some ring action." one of them asked you. "i'm not a wrestler, babes." you told him, giving another bottle of water.

roman was holding your hand the entire time, not wanting you to let go. "wait i gotta take a pee." he said. "go piss girl." you chuckled at your own response. your boyfriend rolled his eyes and excused himself. you entered the locker room with your heart beating faster than usual. no one was inside, you arrived early to change to your new gear. you put on your usual black shirt, covering the gear for the surprise. "sup, papi?" dominik's voice startled you. "oh, good evening to you too." you greeted him. "got the script for today it says get ready for a special surprise attack, damn papi... are you the surprise?" he asked.

"well, let's just see."

you went over to roman's locker room, seeing him gearing up. by gearing up, he was taking off his t-shirt. you whistled your way inside. "you single?" you teased him. "depends who's asking." he teased back. "you look good." you complimented him. "i always do. let me see your gear." he winked at you. you took off the t-shirt and he returned with a whistle. "red and black is definitely your color, baby." he held your waist and kissed your lips. "it's your pick, handsome."

"damn, hope i'm not interrupting something, but we're up in 10." and that moment was ruined by none other than jimmy uso. "(y/n), your gear looks amazing!" roman glared at his cousin and closed the door. "give us 5 more minutes!" he yelled from inside the room. "now where were we?"

the crew ushered you backstage. you felt adrenaline rushing in your veins, you were no longer nervous. this is what you've always wanted and you had the privilege to pursue it. the judgement day went up first, rhea and dominik casually messing with you. "can't wait for the surprise!" dominik chuckled. "oh fuck yourself, mysterio!" you smiled at him.

"the bloodline!" smug face mode on, you thought. the 6 of you walked towards the ring, hearing the crowd go wild. you were the one holding roman's belt. he offered a hand and you gave him his belts so he could make his signature pose. as you stepped inside the ring, rhea was already holding the papers.

the promo started. "so, you're either gonna give us your trophy wife or your title, your pick, tribal chief." rhea mocked him. "your time is up, give us your trophy wife now." she continued. "we are not gonna give you anything." roman replied. "either you walk away or we walk away. leaving you standing here, embarrassed. having nothing in your hands." he was in his character and he looked so hot.

"see, there are 3 things that i love in life." the crowd chanted 'what?' as roman spoke to the mic. "first is (y/n). i wouldn't trade her for anything. second is my titles. third is seeing people like you thinking that you could get away with anything you want." he smirked. "and we're not signing your goddamn papers." he dropped the mic. it was your cue to walk away now.

as you walked hand-in-hand, rhea went over her lines. "walk away! like you always do! a useless group with an even more useless advocates!" roman looked at you, giving you the biggest smile that the camera couldn't capture. "go, babygirl." everyone was still walking back but you turned around. you caught everyone's attention.

roman's song changed to yours. "what is this? why is (y/n) running back to the ring?" the commentator said. the crowd roared as you ripped your shirt, revealing your gear. "what? that's a wrestling gear! can you believe it? the trophy wife is in a wrestling gear!" you slid inside the ring, quickly attacking the first person you saw. finn. he was practically grinning from ear-to-ear, excited.

you jumped and punched his jaw, avoiding certain spots that could damage him. the judgement day had an excited expression plastered on their faces; especially dominik and rhea. "bring it on, trophy wife!" dominik yelled. you quickly speared him outside the ring, causing him to fall on his back. "and you're fast!" damien smiled, trying to take a hit on your shoulders, only having you avoid it. "i am!" you smirked, using roman's iconic move–superman punch, against him.

rhea stood in the middle of the ring, ready to attack you. "so you're not useless at all, huh?" she stared down at you. "is she going to attack rhea? how is she going to survive her?" the commentator yelled. to your luck, you were able to dodge multiple hits. rhea tripped a bit, giving you several seconds to spare. you quickly picked her up and slammed her on her back. you looked over her, she gave you a small nod, indicating that she was okay.

your song played and there you were, in the middle of the ring–with a grin plastered on your face. "did we just witness the debut of the trophy wife?" one of the announcer said. "and there she is, the long-waited debut... what should we call her? the trophy wife? (y/n) (l/n)!" everyone cheered and stood up from their seat. you were gasping for air, raising your fist up. "(y/n)! (y/n)!" the crowd chanted.

"that's my babygirl!" roman yelled as he ran back to the ring and tackled you with a hug. roman picked you up on his shoulders, showing you off to the crowd. "i love you." you mouthed. "and i love you too." oh his expression is gonna end on a 'top 10 times roman reigns breaking character' video, you thought. nevertheless, this was only the beginning for you.

a/n: SORRY IF THIS IS QUITE LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY... HOPE YOU ENJOY IT <3 feedbacks are appreciated and requests are always open for any other wwe wrestlers!!

#roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wwe imagines #wwe #cody rhodes #the usos #paul heyman #judgement day #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #finn balór #damien priest #wwe x reader #wrestling imagines #roman reigns imagines #wrestling #jimmy uso #jey uso

[haddonfieldwhore]

remember me? - dominik mysterio

dominik mysterio x gn! reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: language, angst, blurs kayfabe and real life, readers gender isn’t specified but they face rhea in a tag match, rhea x reader a tiny bit

you were sitting on couch in your dressing room backstage, scrolling through your phone, when a notification popped up. you clicked on it, and a memory from you photos app with the caption “3 years ago today” appeared on your screen.

it was a photo your best friend… if you could still call him that, had taken on your phone. you smiled sadly, remembering how inseparable the two of you were before he joined the judgement day. you and dominik had been attached at the hip since you met when you were 5 years old, and you had always thought that nothing would ever come between you. if you hadn’t been there to see it with your own two eyes, you would have never believed it if someone told you dominik would turn on his father and join rhea, damian, and finn. you had tried to talk to him, to get him to change his mind, but it had only ended with rhea attacking you in the ring, leading to a tag match between the teams of you and rey, against dom and rhea. with help from the rest of the judgment day, your opponents had got the upper hand and scored the victory.

seeing dominik change from the sweet, gentle guy you had grown up with into what he was now hurt you more than you could bare, and you requested to be moved to smackdown instead of raw to get away from him and the judgment day. your wish had been granted, and it had been months since you talked to dominik. rey had moved to smackdown as well, and you were glad he was away from them; seeing what dom was becoming was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for rey. he was convinced that rhea was manipulating his son, and while you wanted to believe that, you worried that dominik had changed on his own. even if you could get through to him - you weren’t sure if you would recognize the man he had become.

you heard a knock at the door, and looked at the time, 8:39pm, which meant smackdown was almost over. you assumed it was zelina, who you traveled with most of the time, and if you had known who was really on the other side of the door, you wouldn’t have opened it.

dominik stood with his hands in his pockets, and you strongly considered slamming the door in his face, but you could still see the same sparkle in his eyes that had always been there as he smiled at you, and couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“hey,” he said softly. you raised an eyebrow, as if to ask what he wanted. “can i come in?” you didn’t say anything, your head and your heart fighting over how to answer. “please parajito,” he pleaded. ‘little bird’ had always been his nickname for you, and your heart ached hearing it again.

“you don’t get to call me that,” you finally spoke, standing your ground.

“i just want to talk to you,�� he said, raising his hands to plead his innocence.

“i have nothing to say to you,” you said sadly.

“you don’t have to say anything. just listen, okay?” he gave his best puppy dog eyes, and you let him speak.

“okay, let’s hear it.”

“i want you to join the judgment day,” he said, and you laughed.

“goodbye, dominik,” you said, shaking your head as you went to shut the door, but he stopped it with his hand.

“wait! please, you said you would listen,” he insisted, and you sighed.

“fine,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “you have 2 minutes.”

“think about it, y/n. you and me working together, the judgment day by our side; we would be unstoppable. i talked with the others and they agree that you would be a great addition to the group. things could go back to how they were with us. i want my best friend back.”

“dominik - this isn’t you!” you said, pointing to the judgment day logo on his hoodie. “they’re manipulating you. because if they’re not i really don’t know who you are anymore.”

“you know me better than anyone,” he argued, and you shook your head.

“what you did to your dad, your mom, aalyah-“

“don’t pretend like they didn’t have it coming, you saw first hand. my dad was never there for me growing up.”

“dominik, i’m not going to argue with you about your family-“

“judgment day is my family now,” he interjected. “and i want you by my side out there. come back to raw, and be apart of my new familia,” he begged, taking your hands softly in his. you tried to pull away, but didn’t fight very hard as he held onto you. he dropped your one hand to pull something out of his pocket, and you sighed as he tied a purple bandana around your wrist. “think about it,” he repeated, and you pulled your hands from his grip.

“your two minutes is up,” you said, closing the door in his face.

“i’ll see you monday!” he called through the door, and you sighed, sitting down on the couch and pulling your knees up under you chin. you scrolled through more memories your phone had brought up. you looked down at your wrist, and closed your eyes, leaning your head back on the back of the couch.

you weren’t really even considering it; right? you thought, running your hands over your face.

you wanted more than anything to have your best friend back, but you weren’t sure if he was still in there somewhere, or if he had been corrupted to the point where he could no longer be saved.

•••

monday had rolled around, and you paced around your hotel room, still thinking about what dominik had said. was joining the judgment day what it would take to get dominik back? was it worth it to turn your back on all of your friends on smackdown; to side with the enemy?

you looked at the time, your eyes landing on the purple bandana on the dresser, before you read 6:41 pm on the clock. raw was starting soon, and you had to make your decision now. you grabbed you stuff and headed to you car to drive to the arena, hoping that whatever you decided, you were making the right choice.

•••

all four members of the judgement day were standing in the ring, arguing with kevin, sami, and cody when your music hit, and you made your way down to the ring. you got in the ring, cody holding the rope for you to step over, and you stood face to face with dominik. he had a worried look in his eyes as you currently stood on the side of the enemy, and rhea stepped between the two of you, nose to nose with you.

“y/n…” kevin started, but rhea shot him a glare.

“shut up,” rhea snapped, before locking eyes with you again. “well, do you have an answer for us?” she asked, and you took a step back, giving you enough room to remove your ring jacket. everyone in the ring prepared for a fight. only dom noticed the purple bandana around your wrist, and cody was shocked as you turned around and knocked him to the ground; you had chosen your side.

as rhea went after the fallen cody, damian and finn locked up with sami and kevin. dominiks arms wrapped around your waist from behind, as he pulled you into his arms and into the corner of the ring away from the fight. dominik turned you to face him, his hands on your shoulders.

“you’re with us?” he asked, and you nodded.

“i’m with you,” you agreed, and he threw his arms around you, hugging you tight to his chest. you laughed, a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realized exactly how much you had missed him. the rest of judgment day had chased their opponents out of the ring, leaving just the five of you standing.

“i missed you, parajito,” he spoke into your ear, and you held onto him even tighter. you finally separated and rhea looked at you, an unreadable expression on her face. she threw an arm around dom’s shoulders, and then to your surprise, the other around yours.

“welcome to the judgement day,” she grinned, and you smiled. you had to admit, you were shocked at how welcome you felt in the group. dominik had said they all wanted you to join, but you were worried that his relationship, whatever it was, with rhea, might complicate things. but rhea could tell how much dominik meant to you, and admittedly, she had taken a liking to you almost immediately. “you’re mine now,” rhea smirked, holding you and dom close as he laughed.

“relax, mami, no one’s gonna steal them from you,” he smiled. damian and finn joined the group hug, and you realized that dom was telling the truth, they really were a family.

the judgment day music stopped as adam pearce came down the ramp, microphone in hand.

“excuse me, this is all very touching. y/n as you are a member of the smackdown roster, you cannot join a faction belonging to the raw roster without yourself moving to monday nights - is that what you want.” rhea pulled you behind her, already protective of the new member of her group.

“that’s what i want,” you confirmed, and dom wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“i will see what i can do,” adam sighed, and rhea hugged you again, and you had to admit you felt safe in her arms. you had made the decision to join the judgment day to get your best friend back, but perhaps in doing so you had gained three more. dom smiled at you, and you felt him lace his fingers with yours as rhea clung to your other side.

“what do you think, dom? can we share them?” she asked, and he laughed.

“that’s up to them,” he said, kissing the side of your head innocently. you had never imagined that after only a few minutes, you would feel such a connection to the group.

damian and finn held the ropes so you, dom, and rhea could exit the ring, and the five of you headed backstage together.

“i think mami likes you,” dom whispered in your ear, as rhea still hadn’t let go of you.

“i could get used to it,” you smiled, and she returned it.

“what do you say boys? should we show them how we celebrate in the judgment day?”

“you know it,” damian smirked, fist bumping dominik.

“welcome to the family, y/n,” finn said.

“thank you guys,” you smiled, looking at each of them before finally your eyes landed on dom.

“maybe now dom with shut up about missing you all the time,” damian teased.

“c’mon man,” he blushed, and you laughed, using your still intertwined hands to pull him into your side, and you all laughed.

“i missed you too.”

#dominik mysterio #dom mysterio #dominik mysterio fic #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio imagine #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe fic #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #judgment day #the judgment day #judgment day x reader #wrestling imagine #wrestling imagines

[visionarystoryteller]

Samoan Dessert || Jey Uso

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Part 2 to He Knows

X/Reader - YOU

Jey Uso - Joshua Fatu

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Smuttttt

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Later that night after the show had closed out, you walked the halls to find Josh. You had found him just as he and Cody were coming out of the locker room. He was freshly showered and smelled divine, you knew it wasnt Cody because he used a different product that was as potent. You looked Josh up and down and bit your lip, man was he fine as hell. He had on white joggers and a black t-shirt that accentuated his very lean and fit body, his bag slung across his shoulder. Josh was doing the same to you. Even though you were still dressed how you came, in a skirt and a blouse with heels, he still couldnt get over how well you made it look. His eyes roaming your body made you very warm and cheeks heat to a red hue. You looked over a Cody and he was smirking at the two of you. You gave him a scowl, still a little annoyed that he had told Josh about your crush on him.

“Runnels” you said with a scowl. Cody pretended to look offended, while Josh stepped up and pulled you to him.

“Damn y/n, it’s like that” Cody fakes hurt. Josh holds you to him.

“Chill ma, you got me, dont need to rip his head off,” Josh whispers in your ear. You looked up at Josh pouting a little, which only drove Josh crazy, you looked so innocent and sexy pouting to him.

“But he took something private and told” you pouted. Josh took his one and and put his thumb on your lips.

“I know ma, but look what happened, your about to go and have dinner a dessert with me, so stop your pouting, he did it out of love for his best friend, which is you” he tells you quietly and he points to your chest to emphasize that Cody was looking out for you in some weird way. Which you guess worked. You took a deep breath and nodded. You looked over at Cody and shook your head.

“Im still annoyed but i guess you where just doing it or me, in your own weird way” you say letting out a sigh. Cody smiled at you sympathetically.

“I did, i didnt mean to break your trust, honest, but i knew Josh had been always looking at you and I Knew…im sorry” he says. You look at Josh then Cody.

“Your forgiven, but your still an ass” you laughed. He stepped toward and pulled you into a hug.

“I know, Brandi tells me all the time, trust me. You two have a good night” Cody says as he pulls away and slaps up Josh. Once Cody is gone Josh looks down at you and licks his lips.

“I believe we have some food to get” Josh smirks. You look up at him and nod.

“As long as i get to have you for dessert” you wink. Josh lets out a low growl, pulling you back into him, kissing behind your ear, driving a shiver down your spine.

“Try and stop that from happening” he growls out into your ear. You let out a small giggle.

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The two of you had dinner at both of y’all favorite place, the Waffle House. When you both were walking to the car, he had his arm was around you, holding your hand. His warmth was so comforting to you. When you guys got to his rental, he opened the door for you, like he’d been doing the whole night, and smacked your ass to get in. Once you were seated you turned to him and put both of your hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. After a few minutes of kissing, Josh pulled your hands off his face and held them in his.

“Let’s get to the hotel so we can have dessert” he says almost out of breath. You nod and he straps your seatbelt, kisses your cheek, then closes the door going to his side of the truck.

While Josh was driving, he had his hand on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin every few minutes creating a delicious tingle on your skin. His other hand was gripping the steering wheel, his forearm muscles constricting and contracting with each movement. He looked sexy as fuck, all focused on driving. When Josh stopped at a red light he looked over at you and gave a sexy smirk. You took the opportunity and leaned over the console and put your lips on his. You proded your tongue in his mouth, the kiss growing slipping quick. His hand that was on your thigh squeezed your thigh but you both were broken from your kiss when a car behind yous honked. Josh focused back on the road but let out a short breath.

“Mamas, wait till we get to the hotel” Josh says straining himself. You put your hand on his, that was still on your thigh and caressed it. The drive was silent for a few before he pulled into the hotel parking lot. Josh shut off the engine and looked over at you.

“Just one thing we should talk about before we continue” Josh says. You nod a little nervous. Cody had said he had been feeling you, but was it only sexual?

“What’s up?” You ask a little hesitant. Josh looks at you and bites his lip.

“You may not think I’m the type of guy that commits to just one person or has a bunch of people…whatever the case…that’s not me. If we wanna continue this, I wanna know we gone be exclusive, just us. No one else on the side for either of us. I don’t think you’re the type of girl to have more than one man, hell I’m positive you ain’t like that…but I gotta know we gone be an us” Josh says laying it all out. You look at him a little shocked about his bluntness but relaxed that the feeling was mutual.

“So exclusive like dating?” You ask almost timidly. He looks at you and nods.

“Yea mamas, like I said earlier, if I wasn’t on smackdown so long, we woulda happened sooner” Josh says.

“I’m down with that” you say almost immediately. Josh leans over the console and puts a hand on your cheek to pull you to him. You two begin a slow kiss that turns wet and full of tongue. He still tasted of whipped cream and syrup and it made you dizzy. You unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed over the console, your lips still attached to yours. You straddled his lap, your skirt hiking up, showing a peak of your laced underwear. Josh brought his other hand up to your neck and held you close by your jaw and his other hand tangled into your hair. You wanted Josh to swallow you whole. He lips felt so good in yours. He leaned forward a little and you bent into the steering wheel, causing the horn to go off, scaring you two into pulling apart. Josh let out a sexy chuckle and moved a hand down to your waist.

“Let’s go feast on some dessert” Josh growls out. You nod. He opens his car door and lifts you off his lap and sets you on the ground, then he gets out as well. He goes to the truck to grab y’all’s bags and you two walk into the hotel. Once you two were in the elevator, you looked across at him. He quickly moved to be in front of you and took his hand to lift your head up to bring his lips to yours. You let out a tiny moan into the kiss and wrapped your leg around his thigh. Josh growled as he moved closer and pressed himself into you.

“I can’t wait to taste you” Josh growls between kisses. You moan again and he lets out a deep chuckle. He turns his head and sees that you guys are almost to his floor. He backs away and grabs your hand. Once the elevator stops, he pulls you out of elevator, quickly making it down the hall to his room. He takes out his key and unlocks the door, opening it. You’re about to walk in but he grabs you by your waist pulling you back in.

“I want you on that bed, undressed, and spread eagle for me. Got it mamas?” Josh growled out. You look back at him letting out a small squeak at his assertiveness but nodding. He lets you go with a smack on your ass and you walk into the room.

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You had undressed with your back to the door, your heart beating out of your chest. Josh stood in the doorway quietly, watching as your got naked and he nearly growled out and took a few steps to throw you on the bed. You yelped as you felt Josh turn you and throw you on the mattress. He hovered over the top of you, caressing your face with his hand.

“Mamas you where taking to long for my liking.” He says.

“I-I’m sorry” you squeak. He chuckles and plants a kiss on your lips.

“I know mamas. Now lay back and relax, papis got you” he growled. You tried to close your legs to get some relief and let out a small moan but Josh wasn’t having it. Josh kissed, licked and sucked down your body, till he got to your sensitive bud. He blew some air on your folds before bringing his fingers to them. He ran his fingers through them, collecting the wetness that had accumulated.

“Mmmm mamas your sooo wet for me, I bet you taste delicious.” He says. He immediately dives his head in and lick a long stripe through your folds with his tongue. You let out a long moan, closing your eyes in pleasure. Josh looked up and smacked your thigh before pulling away.

“Look at me mamas…wanna see your beautiful eyes watching me” he says. You nod your head weakly and open your eyes to look down at him. He dove back in, his eyes piercing yours. He moaned as he got more licks and sucks in. Your moans spurring him on, eyes trying hard to stay on his. He reach a hand up and grabbed your hand for you to hold and you squeezed his hand as he sucked your sensitive bud.

“J-Josh….fuck PAPI!” You nearly scream out. He smiles deviously as he licks through your folds again and pulls himself out. You looked up at him and he quickly shredded off his shirt, joggers and boxers. Your eyes scanned over his physique nearly drooling out.

“Mmm papi you’re so sexy” you almost sobbed out looking up and down at him. Everything about him was perfect. He chuckled and moved back closer to you. You sat up quickly and took a hold of his girthy long appendage. He moaned at your touch. You looked up at him.

“I get to taste you too remember, Samoan dessert” you pouted. He looked down at you, his hand coming to caress your cheek and jaw.

“Yes mamas” he breathes out. You take your opportunity and bring your face to his dick. You take a long lick from his head to his base and moan out at the taste. Josh also moaned, moving your hair to the back of you and holding it lightly in his hands.

You take him whole in your mouth, shoving him as far as you can and you feel Josh’s hips stutter.

“Fuck mamas” he moans out. He gently tugs your hair back and pulls you off him. You look at him and he breathes before chuckling.

“I have to feel you mamas” he says. You nod and he lays you back caressing your sides as he hovers over you, position in himself between your legs. He looks down at you and you look up at him and nod. He takes his dick in his hand puts it to your folds, running up and through them a few times. You both moaned out feeling so good. He poked his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. He held your hips tight in one hand as he pulled one of your legs up to his hip and around it. He continues to push in, your walls squeezing and sucking him in.

“Fuck mamas” he says when he’s halfway in.

“Feels so good papi, please go deeper” you moan out needily. He moans out and continues to push in again. He looks down at you and sees you looking up at him trying not to close your eyes. He takes both of your hands in both of his and pins them to the mattress. He finally pushes all the way in and you let out a small scream. He plants kisses all on your cheeks, forehead and lips.

“Mamas, fuck” Josh moaned. He pulled out a little and thrust back in a few times before he decided to take longer strokes. Your moans had grown louder as he deep dicked you.

“Papppiii faster!” You say as he hits your g spot. He throws his hips back and forward faster, hearing the squelching sound of your juices coating him, his tip always hitting your spongy spot with each fast, deep thrust. Your hands squeezed his, back arching forward so your torsos where touching. Your chest heaving and your eyes trying not to close. Josh looks at you and leans down into your neck and sucks on your neck, earning a scream of pleasure from you. You started feeling the coil within you, tighten.

“Papi!” You try not scream.

“I know mamas, I feel you squeezing, I’m close to, we gonna cum together okay mamas” Josh moans. You let out a moan in response and Josh lays his forehead on your, your eyes locking on each others. His thrusts deep and sloppy. He take one of his hands back and brings to behind your back to arch up into him more, foreheads still together. Your eyes brimming with tears of your impending orgasim.

“Josh, fuck! Papi! I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!” You sob out, tears escaping the sides of your eyes. Josh leans down and kisses your lips.

“Fuck, mamas, cum, cum all over this dick baby. Fuck, milk me mamas, I’m gonna cum” he moans on your lips. Your coil and his both snap at the same time and it’s like hell broke loose. You arch so far up into him letting out such a loud and long scream as your body shook and convulsed. You and josh both looked at each other as it happened his moan deep and loud as his dick released long strands of hot cum into you, his thighs weakening just a little. Once both of your body’s calm down from convulsing, Josh slowly pulls out of you, looking down at you, caressing your face. Your eyes flutter closed as you tried to gain your breathing back. You were still squeezing Josh’s one hand.

“Mamas…holy fuck” Josh says, giving your hand a squeeze. You reopen your eyes and let your hand slowly let go of Josh’s. He was still hovering above you, watching you come back to earth.

“I’ve never, fuck, I’ve never had an orgasim that good before Josh” you breathe out. Josh put both his hands on your face and wiped the tears that had fallen down your face.

“Me either mamas, me either. God you sounded so beautiful. Fuck mamas” Josh says leaning his forehead back on yours before going in for another kiss. It was a slow sloppy kiss but was still amazing.

“I’m gonna run us a bath and then we going to bed, okay mamas” he asks running his hands up and down your body.

“Sounds nice” you say.

“Okay I’ll come get you when it’s ready. Relax for a few” he says, getting up and walking into the hotels suite bathroom.

#visionarystoryteller #storytellingg #aew #storyteller writes #story teller g #storytellerguniverse #wrestling imagines #jey uso #jey uso imagine #Josh fatu #Joshua fatu #the samoan dynasty #smut #Jey uso smut #wwe #wwe raw #smackdown

[dirtywrestling]

Hello!

May I request an imagine please?

Randy Orton x Wife!Reader

She is a retired wrestler and she is watching her husband in the crowd at the Royal Rumble. The audience notices her and starts cheering for her!

Pairing: Randy Orton x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, Fans getting excited

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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Your heart pumped as you watched the men wrestle in the over populated ring. The grunts of the wrestlers were heard clear as day as you sat ring side, waiting for your favorite wrestler to come out.

As the clock ticked down to ten seconds once the double zeros hit the music started and you screamed to hear your husbands music. Watching Randy walk down the large ramp towards the ring, the camera man followed only to face towards you.

You smiled at the lenses only imagining that Michael Cole was giving you a shout out. 'And the Legend Killer's wife is here to support him, former wrestler Y/N Orton!"

You waved at the camera as the crowd roared even louder and longer. You couldn't help but to blush waving to the fans that were screaming.

"Sadly Y/N had to take a early retirement due to neck surgery but I'm sure we'll see her in time again." Michael Cole added.

#randy orton #wwe randy orton #wrestling blog #wwe imagines #wwe fanfic #randy orton fanfic #wrestling imagines #dirty wrestling #wrestling #18+ blog #wwe #female!reader #randy orton x you #randy orton x reader #randy orton x female!reader #f!reader #fem!reader #reblog

[daddyhausen]

can we please get a boyfriend headcannon for drew mcintyre? 🧘‍♀️

• boyfriend headcannons — drew mcintyre •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { drew mcintyre masterlist }

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{ warnings } — none

{ word count } — 205

{ pairing } — fem!reader x drew mcintyre

{ genre } — fluff

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{ taglist } — @stxrrlightwrites13 @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @baysexuality @legit9thlunaticwarrior @slut4kennyomega @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @damnnhausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @nicoleveno14 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @baybay-boom @bonehead-playz

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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there is going to be an obvious size difference because that man is gigantic!!

drew is literally a giant teddy bear 

he’s very soft and gentle with you 

he would not even hurt a fly 

unless provoked of course. 

he’s a sucker for chivalry 

he’ll do anything and everything in his power to make sure you’re taken care of 

not a day goes by where he you’re not being pampered and praised 

expect to spend entire days in bed just cuddling 

your head on his chest while he plays with your hair 

late night conversations are almost a given 

the both of you talk about your hopes and dreams, what ifs, the future for both of you 

all of which end up with you falling asleep on top of him 

not that he seems to mind 

dates are far and few in between 

simple because of your conflicting schedules 

so the very few dates you have he makes sure to go all out 

voice kink go brrrr!! his accent seems to have a hypnotic spell on you 

you best believe he uses that to his advantage 

you practically melt everytime he speaks 

drew is very much a giver when it comes to sex 

he’d much rather make you cum 100 times over 

he just gets off on seeing you squirm underneath him. 

he’ll make sure you feel safe and protected when you’re with him.

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#tahlia speaks 🤍 #drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre imagine #drew mcintyre headcannon #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre fanfiction #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe headcannon #wwe x reader #wwe fanfics #wwe fanfiction #wrestling imagines #wrestling fanfic

[aalyssah]

Gentleman

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,526

Summary: Daniel overhears you talk about him not being a gentleman so he starts to change his ways.

A/N: Sorry the story is so long! Hope You Enjoy!

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

"Your winner of this match, Y/n!"

You stood in the middle of the ring, hand raised in victory by your team member Angelo Parker, while the crowd booed. You were a part of the Jericho Appreciation Society with your boyfriend Daniel Garcia.

He wasn't able to accompany you because he had to get ready for the main event so you had Angelo out with you. You flipped off fans while Angelo yelled in the camera, saying how better you are than all the women in the roster.

Once finished, he held the ropes for you, making you blush. No one's ever done that before. He walked you backstage with a hand on the small of your back. You were met with the JAS members. "You did great out there, Y/n!" Chris praised you. "Yeah, you looked great and beautiful out there."

Angelo added with a wink, making a deeper blush form on your face. "Oh, stop being such a flirt, Angelo! You got her looking like a tomato." Anna defended, grabbing you to the locker room. "Yeah, I’m sure Daniel wouldn't like that." Tay teased, with a smirk.

You soon showered up, and sat in the catering with Anna and Tay, watching the matches. "Oh my god, girls let me tell you what Jack is gonna do for our anniversary!" You and Tay rolled your eyes in your mind, knowing it would take a long time before her to stop talking about her man.

Surprisingly, she finished up quickly, allowing Tay to start talking about Sammy. They both finished and looked at you. "What about you, Y/n? How's you and Daniel?" You shrugged your shoulders, picking at the straw in your cup. "Eh, it's alright. Just the same old rude Daniel."

Both girls didn't like the answer, sharing a look. "Is he hurting you? I swear if he is, I'm gonna-" Your eyes grew wide at their overprotective mode. "No, no! He's not hurting me." The girls let out a breath of relief after hearing you say that.

"I mean, he doesn't do all that lovey dovey things like Sammy and Jack. He's not one to show his love on TV, y'know? He's just not a gentleman like Angelo." The girls understood, before continuing to watch the match.

You thought the conversation was over, but little did you know, Daniel was standing around the corner, listening to the whole thing. It made him feel bad that you felt like he wasn't a gentleman. He didn't want you to leave him for Angelo, so he had a plan.

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You now sat in the locker room, watching Jake and Sammy play Monopoly while Tay and Anna did their nails until the door opened revealing Daniel. He grabbed his towel, meaning he was about to go out for his match.

"Babe, can I come with you?" Daniel looked at you for a second. "Yeah, I need my best girl out with me for good luck." He stated, kissing your cheek. You were kind of shocked at him showing love near everyone. "We're coming with you." Daddy Magic and Angelo began to stand up, but were stopped by Daniel. "No, I only want Y/n." The boys looked sort of surprised, but sat back down. They always accompany him.

You both walked out and did his entrance and before you got in the ring, he held the ropes for you. This was definitely new. He held your hand as he waited for Wheeler Yuta to come out. Once Wheeler was in the ring he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into a kiss. You stood there frozen while he kissed you.

He pulled back and held the ropes back for you. You stood at ringside, shocked at how he was acting. Out of the 2 years you've been dating and working by his side, he's never done this before.

He won his match after a long fight with his enemy, Wheeler. You slid in the ring and grabbed his towel before raising his arm up. He didn’t even let the ref touch him, before pulling you in a bone crushing hug.

He pulled away, kissing your forehead while pointing down at you, saying something about you being his best girl. You both walked backstage hand in hand while walking to the locker room. He took a shower while you waited in the JAS locker room on your phone scrolling through Twitter.

Daniel came through the door, dressed somewhat nicely, while smiling. “What are you all dressed up for?” Daddy Magic asked, rising his eyebrows up and down. “Me and Y/n have a dinner appointment.” You turned around looking at him. “We do?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at the new news.

He never said anything about dinner. “Yup, I planned it when I got out of the shower.” You looked down at your clothes. “I’m not dressed well enough.” Daniel shook his head, walking over to you and putting a hand under your chin, caressing your jaw.

“You look beautiful, baby. Now come on and let’s go.” He helped you up and walked out with you, his arm slung over your shoulder.

JAS members looked at each other, surprised at Daniel's show of affection. “Hey, what can I say? Our girl has the boy whipped.” Everyone shared a laugh at Sammy’s comment.

Daniel didn’t act no different as you drove to the restaurant. He held the door open and closed it for you before you got in the car, he had his hand on your thigh as he drove, he played your favorite playlist, and when you got there, he held the restaurant door open for you.

The sound of slow jazz music was heard, as well as little chatter and clinging of metal on glass plates. He pulled the chair out for you and pushed you in before sitting himself. “What would you like, babe?” You looked at the menu, eyes almost hugging out your head.

It was expensive. Like $200 per dish. “Daniel, I don’t think I can afford this! We shouldn’t be eating here!” You whispered, not wanting to mess up the vibe of the rich classy people. “Babe, you don’t have to worry. I’m paying, now choose something to eat.” You couldn’t believe him, saying that it was nothing.

He knows you hate when he ‘wastes’ money on you. “Dan, we could’ve ate Instant Ramen or Pancakes at home.” Daniel didn’t say anything until the waiter came. He ended up ordering something that was $300, but you wanted the cheapest thing on the menu.

And that was $200 worth. You sighed before ordering. Even though you ordered something small, you felt bad. Like all his money is down the drain.

You both ate and it was actually good, but for its price? Hell no. You drove back home, peacefully and the first thing you did was belly flop on the bed. The food had you full and when you get full, you start to feel sleepy.

Daniel came from behind, taking off your pants and shirt. You were about to protest, but he stopped you. “I’m just helping, Love.” He stepped down to his boxers and laid in bed with you. He held you against his chest, which you found odd, but it was very comforting.

~

The sun shines bright in the sky, as birds chipped. You woke up, with a groan, rubbing your eyes and grabbing your phone off the charger. Daniel wasn’t beside you, but you assumed he was in the bathroom due to the light being on

A notification showed Daniel posted something on his Twitter and Instagram story. You opened it, mouth agape. He posted a picture of you and him at the restaurant.

He also posted a pic of you and him kissing before his match. Something wasn’t right. He never posts you on his story that much. Daniel walked out the bathroom. You showed him your phone with the pictures. “Alright Daniel, fess up. Why are you acting so…lovey towards me?”

Daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.“Yesterday, I heard you talking to Anna and Tay, saying that I don’t show that much affection to you and how I’m not a gentleman, so I wanted to show you that I could be.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his wrist so he was closer to you. “Daniel, Baby, I love you for you. It doesn’t matter that you don’t show your affection at work because I know you love me.” Daniel avoided eye contact. “I know, it’s just, I don’t want you to leave me for Angelo. Y’know, cuz he’s a gentleman.”

You felt bad for him, for being so insecure about how he treats you. “Danny, I love you being a rude boy. It’s kinda hot and even though you might not me be sweet, you aren’t a gentleman in bed, and trust me when I say I like that.” You smirked, pulling him down in bed.

“Well good thing we don’t have work today because I’m gonna show you how much of a gentleman I can’t be.”

#daniel garcia #daniel garcia fluff #daniel garcia imagine #daniel garcia fanfic #daniel garcia x reader #aew fluff #aew imagine #wrestling imagines #aew smut #wrestling smut

[dirtywresling102]

Can I request an imagine with Jon Moxley where the reader is like a new, young talent in AEW and they’re like notoriously known amongst the other younger talents (people like Dante, Hook, MJF, that kinda age category) for having a thing for Mox and maybe he finds out and thinks it’s cute that the reader has a crush on him?

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, School girl crush

Imagines: Open

"You're kidding?" Jon asked as he was resting against the wall sitting on a bench in the locker room.

"No! You should see the way Y/N looks at you, all puppy like." Hook chuckled making Jon shake his head.

"I never seem to see it." Jon shrugged, lacing his boots up.

"Listen, just talk to her and really watch how she reacts to your voice." Hook informed making Jon think. He never thought you of all people had a crush on him, he thought it was very sweet. Something like a little school girl crush from taking how young you were and how old he was.

Jon took Hook's advice, seeing you with a group of wrestlers after the show talking about what you guys should do once the job was done. "Hey, Y/N."

You froze to hear a gruff voice calling your name, looking over to see Jon Moxley smiling down at you, your face became bright yet and stomach twisted in knots. "H-" You cleared your throat. "Hi." You gushed.

Jon grinned noticing how you were nervous by the way you spoke and how your face was red like a cherry tomato. Jon leaned down towards you, he noticed your breathing picked up at the closeness. His mouth was right next to your ear. "I know." He whispered, pulling away and standing at his full height he saw the horrified look on your face which made him laugh lowly.

#jon moxley #jon moxley imagine #jon moxley fanfic #jon moxley imagines #jon moxley smut #jon goodman #wrestling smut #wrestling blog #wrestling imagines #wrestling #wwe fanfic #dirty wrestling #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fanfics #aew smut #wwe smut

[itskybabes-blog]

The Kiss of Red Death

Daniel Garcia x fem!reader

Warning: quite innocent, just some drinking

Word count: 740 words (short but sweet)

Comments and advice is welcome.

Part one

The bass tingles the hairs on your arms and the melodies ignite your hips. The alcohol you sipped, the taste still lingers on your lips: you’re in the groove and not ashamed of it.

You twist the knobs and press the buttons with passion, dialling up the vibes, this party would be nothing without you. Selecting the perfect soundtrack to the weekend, you’re in a trance – that is until a tenner lands on the decks.

“DJ! Reload it!” They exclaim, drunkly in joy. With a sly smirk and a brief glance up, you obey their demands and wheel up whatever cult hit you were spinning. Gotta keep the client happy, right?

You’ve been on fire all night. This might be the most amount of tips you’ve ever earned. However, nearing the end of your set, you feel a light tap on your shoulders.

Startled, you cock your head to the right and raise an eyebrow, inviting your space invader to speak. They are on borrowed time.

“Hey! You’re on fire tonight!”

Is this something you don’t already know?

Quickly pumping up your plump cheeks and flashing a tender smile, you go back to blending tracks. Let’s not kill the party.

They retreat back to the VIP section behind you and dance on with their friends.

You’ve played your last song and start to collect your things when the aforementioned intruder comes back up to you.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I just wanted to say I loved your set,” they say.

You finally take your face out of your bag to look at them. You take in what you can see of their face in the dimly lit club. Your breath halts as you’re stunned by the beautiful man complimenting your skills.

His dirt-coloured eyes gaze down upon you waiting for your response. You briefly look down and feel heat in your cheeks, muttering a “Thank You”.

He softly pursed his lips into a sweet smile, “No problem!”.

Awkward glances are exchanged.

“So…"

"So…"

After a few seconds, this mystery man reignites the conversation.

“So, do you DJ all the time?”

Silly question but he’s trying, right?

“No, this is my side job,” you said before heaving your bag up off the chair you shoved it in.

You begin to walk towards the cloakroom and get your coat when your admirer tapped you softly again.

“Hey, Lemme buy you a drink!”

You try to act all coy. You don’t want him to spend his hard-earned money on you, but he insists. Giving in, he nods his head over to the bar and grasps your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

“Tequila?”

Yes, please! Tequila makes the world so much better.

You eagerly nod your head and hop up on a bar stool. You swing your feet – a luxury you don’t get much being 5’8 – and play with your hands. Your outgrown acrylics remind you of your nail appointment. You can’t miss that.

Snapping you out of your thoughts, two large glasses slam on the bar top and the bartender pours that sinful liquid into them. When they’re done, you swig back both shots and hold up your fingers authoritatively.

“Four more please”.

Chuckles evade the lips of your fan, “Woah! You’re a beast!”.

Years of going out three times a week kind of gives you an iron liver.

You gaze through your eyelashes whilst apologising, relying on that innocence.

“Wait! I’m doing shots with a stranger and don’t even know his name,” you say embarrassed by your lack of manners.

“I’m Danny,” he holds his hand out for you to shake.

You take a better interest in his appearance and you can see his muscular physique burst through the seams of his chiffon shirt. His olive skin seems flushed and adorned with a glittery sheen of sweat. His lips are pursed in that cheeky smile again. You caught the attention of a fine man tonight.

“Y/N,” you grip his big hand and he brings it up to kiss.

The familiar slam rings again as you see the four shots you requested.

You swig yours back again and look out the corner of your eye at Danny’s hungry gaze, looking at you boss two more shots.

“Drink up!” You tease. “I’m here for a good time, not a long time.”

Danny sniggers, swigging his glasses with his eyes still on you. He chose the right partner in crime tonight.

A/N: This is the start to my first wrestling story. I deffo plan to continue this story, but let’s see what we get.

#aew x reader #aew fics #daniel garcia #daniel garcia x reader #Daniel garcia imagines #wrestler x reader #wrestling imagines #wwe x reader

[b-sideof]

Samoa joe x male!reader headcanon relationship

Warning: some bad language, just fluff

Note: it's one of my first headcanon post , so if I make something wrong I can coment

Note 2 : english is not my original language and probably will have some errors

Joe is guy who loves you and always enjoy your company.

He always help with everything, he teach you some techniques of wrestling.

Some people always talk about your relationship with him. He really don't give a fuck about what people say .

When he is in home he give you so much hugs and kisses .

In bed when you sleep with him, joe put one of his arm for you like a pillow for your head

He loves to make you feel safe.

Sometimes you and Joe make something to eat in many occasions

If someone say bad thing to you joe will punch the person who made it for you.

When Joe is in tour around the country he call for you or face timing with you.

Your friends love to see you in a nice relationship with a wrestler who is a beast in ring,but a lovely boyfriend with you .

#Samoa joe #Samoa joe imagine #Samoa joe x male!reader #WWE #AEW #Wrestling imagines

[grayson-baller]

Kismet -- Wheeler Yuta --

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warnings: smut--18+, fingering, dirty talk, female orgasm, language, shower sex

word count: 4001

pairing: fem!reader & wheeler yuta

summary: one night in a bar, one spilled drink, and everything changed

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masterlist: ++

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You hadn’t planned on going out.

Penelope had asked—no begged—for you to join the group that was gathering at some local bar to celebrate another successful show. She had said it was something a handful of the roster did weekly, and as the newest signed member, it was kismet. You simply had to be there, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer. After arguing back and forth as you changed out of your ring gear in the locker room, you agreed against your better judgement. You were sore, bruised, and tired. The last place you wanted to be was a bar.

Maybe she had a point though. These were now your coworkers. Some you knew, some you didn’t. After weeks of filming matches for Dark, you were hoping for the chance to permanently join the roster. You had been booked for various shows here and there, but nothing with any kind of chance to stay on the roster. After being booked for a match on Rampage against Skye Blue, you were offered a contract.

Why the hell wouldn’t you celebrate that milestone? This is what you left home for—to wrestle. Despite the protests of your family, who wanted you to chase after something more realistic. Nothing made you feel as alive as stepping into the ring had. It was the ultimate rush. It was your happy place. This was what you wanted, and you refused to let it pass you by. Life was short, and you didn’t want to live with regrets.

So, here you were. Despite talking yourself out of it once or twice, you had decided to go. Penelope wrapped her arms around you the moment you walked in through the door, the action enough to soothe some of your nerves. You were thankful for your friend, and not just tonight. She was the kind of friend you needed. Someone that had your back, never letting you quit even when times got hard, and it looked like the dream you were chasing after wasn’t going to come true.

She promised you a good night, introducing you to a few of her friends. After a few minutes, Kip had come to talk to his wife, and you had wandered off towards the bar. The place was filling up, people all around you. Maybe after your drink would be a good time to call it. You had technically gone out, joining them at the bar. You never promised how long you were going to stay.

Holding onto the screwdriver you had ordered, you turned to find a familiar face in the crowd. Or an empty table to sit at. You weren’t really picky. Just as you started taking steps across the bar, someone had backed into you. You had stumbled into the man in front of you. His arms had caught you, making sure you didn’t fall over. That hadn’t stopped your drink from splashing into his white tee-shirt.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Shit! I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking between the glass and the orange wet spot on his shirt. Maybe this night out was a bad idea. If you had gone back to your hotel, none of this would have happened. “I can buy you another! I am so sorry!”

He chuckled, the sound warm and melodic. You glanced up at him, taking in the sight of his dark hair, beard, and warm eyes. You knew him—well of him. Not only had you just spilled your drink on someone at the bar, but he was one of your coworkers. You had seen him backstage during the show, not to mention that you were already familiar with who Wheeler Yuta was.

Great. Brand new to the company and already off to a terrible start.

He reached over to an empty table, grabbing a fistful of napkins before blotting the stain on his chest. “It’s fine,” he spoke, glancing at you. “That looked like it hurt. Are you okay?” He tossed the napkins down on the table, glancing over his shoulder to an area away from the bar where there wasn’t a crowd forming.

You frowned. “I’m…I’m okay. I really am sorry though. He came out of nowhere and I just lost my balance!” You glanced back at his shirt, noticing the napkins did nothing. “It’s probably ruined. Again, I am so—”

“It’s fine.” He repeated, his warm eyes meeting yours. The corner of his lips were turned up in a smile that lit up his eyes. “I got bleach. If that doesn’t work, I don’t give a fuck. This thing is old. I got in in a value pack with eleven other shirts years ago.” His eyes lingered on you for another moment, grin spreading across his face. “Enough about the shirt. I heard congratulations were in order. Got signed tonight, right? I only caught a few minutes of your match. Hell of a win though.”

“Oh,” you could feel heat in your cheeks at his words. It boggled your mind how he bounced from his ruined shirt to making small talk with you—hell, even congratulating you. “Thanks! And, yes, I got signed tonight.”

“Good,” he chuckled once more, and you realized how much you liked the sound. The way his eyes sparkled with his grin. “Come on, let me buy you a celebratory drink since you didn’t get to enjoy this one.” He nodded to the glass in your hands.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Let you enjoy the drink, not my shirt.” He laughed, you joining in with him. It was effortless, so natural. Something about being around him felt like muscle memory—completely natural to you. “I’m Wheeler, by the way.” He spoke, holding his hand out to you.

You placed your hand in his, shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you, Wheeler.” You spoke, grinning back at him. Completely unaware how that one moment would change everything.

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“You got this!” Wheeler called to you, grinning as he glanced over at you. You knew he was slowing down to keep at your pace, not a pace he usually kept for himself. The sun sparkled on his sweaty skin, and you could feel your own sweat pooling and damping your clothing. “Come on, angel. We’re almost done.” He cheered you on, like he always did.

He was your biggest supporter, after all. Quickly becoming your number one fan. Just like you were his.

He had convinced you to go on a run with him once again. You despised running but found it impossible to deny his request. Besides, last week you had been treated to the sight of him running without a shirt on, his tan and lean muscles glistening with sweat. The dreary weather today had forbidden that from happening again.

It kind of made you mad at mother nature.

You only went running with him once or twice a week. Most of your lives was lived in separate states, connected by late night calls and a lot of phone sex. You spent as much time as you could together, especially when traveling for work. The constant traveling to various states for shows gave you two a chance to spend time together.

Though, the idea of moving in together had been brought up a time or two. It felt too soon for such a move though, and you had dragged your feet when it was mentioned. It had only been three months since that night in the bar. The one night that changed everything for you. You had gladly admitted to Pen the next morning that she had been right about going out. One night, one spilled drink, and the moment that led you to him.

Kismet. Another thing Penelope was right about.

You often thought back on that night. How you had been so ready to go back to your hotel after one drink. You had stayed until last call, not even aware of how much time had passed. You spent your night sitting at a table with him, just talking. Before playing—and beating him—at pool.

He insisted on giving you a ride back to the hotel. You didn’t even need to consider it. It beat trying to find an uber at that hour. The ride back had been full of more chatter, the radio softly playing in the background. It fit. Like the pieces of a puzzle coming together, revealing a bigger picture.

Not that you were letting your mind wander that far. You tried to reel it in quickly, but that had been tossed out the window when he kissed you outside of your hotel room. His hand snaked up behind your neck and into your hair, warm mouth pressed against yours in kisses that faintly tasted of his gum and the beer he consumed.

The kiss made your head spin. The taste of Wheeler was intoxicating, a new favorite flavor on your tongue. You weren’t even sure how long you stood there, wrapped in his arms. Finally, he pulled away, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before promising to call you in the morning. You had leaned against the door, unable to pull your eyes from his frame as he walked away.

He kept his word. He had called you that next morning, asking to meet for breakfast before your flight. One shared meal in a diner a block from the hotel had been another starting point in your relationship.

You had fallen for him—hard and fast. You couldn’t believe this man that fit so perfectly in your life had been a stranger just three months ago. Everything was different, a whirlwind that swept you up before you ever saw it coming.

“Thank fuck that’s over.” You grunted as you finally reached the beginning of the hotel. He had chuckled, reaching for you as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “Careful, I’m all sweaty.” You warned him.

He shot you a mischievous grin—one you recognized quite well. “So am I, angel.” He pressed his lips against yours, feeling your soft gasp. “I think a shower is in order. What do you say, angel? Want to get a little dirty with me in the shower?”

You only nodded your head, the idea sounding like heaven. The idea of warm water was nice, but nothing beat what you knew would entail with getting dirty with him. You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently as you followed him through the hotel lobby to the elevator, and up to your shared hotel room.

Wheeler wasted little time. The second the door closed, he had you pressed against the wood. “You’re so sexy, angel.” He groaned into your skin, lips against your neck. “Had me hard that entire fucking run. I’m going to ruin you so beautifully, baby. Have you on my dick, babbling and pleading for more. That sound good, baby?”

Fuck. You whimpered at the sound of that—at the knowledge of how true he could make it. His mouth was sinful, but so was the rest of him. When he wanted to be, Wheeler was downright lethal. You had no choice but to take it, begging around him unsure if you ever wanted it to end.

“Get that pretty ass in the bathroom, baby.” Wheeler demanded, pressing a hard kiss against your lips that quickly had you panting for air. “Take those pants off for me.”

You shot him a grin, standing on your toes to press a quick kiss against his lips before grinning and giggling as you reached for the hem of your shirt, tossing it on the way to the bathroom. You discarded your sports bra, letting it pile on the floor. Grabbing the waistline of your leggings, you pulled those down your legs, stopping at the waistline of the teal panties you wore.

With your own mischievous grin, you met your eyes in the mirror, glancing over yourself. You could hear him through the hotel room, calling out for you. Grinning, you turned on the shower to let the water warm up some. One hotel in New York had taught you a lesson that you hadn’t forgotten.

The bathroom door opened, Wheeler standing there in just his jogging pants, shirt already discarded. You took a moment to glance at the muscles of his chest and stomach, not bothering to hide your wondering gaze. Why bother, you could feel his hot glance on your body, especially your tits.

“Panties too, angel.”

You shot him the same grin you had when glancing at yourself in the mirror. Sometimes toying with him was fun. You liked to rile your boyfriend up a little, knowing what the result would be. You were down for a few sweaty rounds of sex with him, knowing neither of you had matches scheduled for the show tomorrow. Wheeler was scheduled to be ringside for Claudio’s match, and you had a promo scheduled where you called Tay out after she attacked you  following your last match.

You glanced down at your panties, toying with the hemline for a moment before trying to give him your best innocent look, accompanied with a sassy grin. “Hey,” you taunted, feeling like you were poking a beast with a stick. All you could think about was the rough way he liked to grab you, the bites to your soft flesh. “All you said were pants. I’m following your orders.”

Wheeler grunted, the sound shooting right between your legs. That man pushed you out of your mind sometimes, leaving your brain hazy with lust. He stepped towards you, snaking his arm around your waist before running his palm over your ass. “I see,” was all he said before he slapped his hand softly against the curve of your ass, palming the sting away instantly.

He turned so you were pressed against the vanity in the bathroom, globes of your ass hitting the countertop. “Feeling a little sassy today?” He questioned, hand ducking to between your spread thighs, finger running over your clothed pussy. “Maybe I should fuck the sass right out of you.”

“Maybe you should.”

He chuckled, pressing his thumb right over your clothed clit. You mewled, head falling backwards. He took advantage of the exposed flesh, gently biting at the skin. As always, he was careful not to leave any marks. He had done that once by accident, the girls in makeup still made jokes about it to you.

He wouldn’t lie though, he liked the idea of marking you up. To see faint bruises from his rough bites peppering your soft skin.

“So beautiful,” he praised, licking at a spot he had nipped, his hand still lingered between your legs, toying with your clit through the fabric. “I’m tempted to just push aside this useless fabric and fuck you senseless. That might be a little hard to do in the shower though, angel.”

He pressed his lips against yours in a rough kiss, claiming your mouth. His spare hand moved the back of your neck, holding your head to him as his hungry mouth devoured you. He pulled back, pressing one more softer kiss against your lips.

“I can’t imagine it would make much difference. This fabric is already soaked, isn’t it, angel?”

He was going to be the death of you. You simply nodded your head, not bothering to deny how wet you knew you were for him. How much you wanted him. You only whimpered as his fingers continued to stroke over you, driving you out of your mind, hips rocking up against his touch. You need more, anything to relieve the ache between your legs.

Mercy came in the form of Wheeler grabbing the waist of your panties, tugging them down your legs. He let his hands roam over your thighs, teasing you with a touch close to where you wanted him. “Get in the shower.” He grunted, pressing one last brief kiss against your lips.

You grinned, stepping under the warm water, keeping your eyes on him through the glass door. It was a show you didn’t want to miss. He caught your glance, grinning at you before running his tongue over his bottom lip. He toyed with the waistline of his pants, eyes never leaving yours as he pulled them down his thighs, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs.

He wasn’t kidding about jogging hard. “See how hard I am for you, baby?” He taunted, grabbing himself through the black fabric. “This is what you do to me.” He gave himself a tight squeeze, groaning at the sensation. A whine left your throat, wanting to me the one to extract those sounds from him, to be gripping his cock.

“Wheeler,” you panted, eyes looking at him. Fuck. He was beautiful. He was constantly showering you with praise, but nothing compared to how beautiful he was. Especially in moments like this—stripped away from the rest of the world, tucked into your own bubble of bliss.

Moments that were meant only for you and him.

He chuckled, pulling the fabric down his thighs before kicking it off to the side. “I got you.” He whispered, stepping into the shower and pulling you into his arms. “I got you, my sweet girl.” My. Because you were his after all. He laid claim to you months ago, owning your body and heart.

You never wanted to untangle yourself from him.

His large hand cupped your face, leaning down to kiss you. It was a sweet kiss compared to the heat-filled kisses he already had given you. It was so sweet, you couldn’t resist grinning against his lips, getting lost in how sweet he was. He might have called you his sweet girl, but it was nothing compared to the sugar that pulsed through him.

He made you feel loved, protected, and wanted all at once.

Not wanting to waste the moment, you let your fingers trail down his abdomen before wrapping your fingers around his hard cock, pumping once, twice, and a third time.

He shifted so your back was pressed against the cool wall of the shower, hand pressed against the wall above your head. “Fuck,” he groaned, hips bucking into your hand. “My sweet angel has a wicked side, huh?” His low voice rasped as he laid his forehead against his extended forearm.

You licked your lips, tossing your damp hair over your shoulder. “Maybe,” you teased, shrugging your shoulders. “There is some in being bad.” You gave him a squeeze, loving the sound that left him. “It’s a lot of fun being bad.”

“I bet,” Wheeler responded, reaching down to grab your hand. He raised it up, nipping gently at your fingers. “I love when my girl is naughty.” He nipped once more at your fingers, snaking your other wrist in his grip before pinning them against the wall, over your head. “It lets me put her back in her place.” He grunted, leaning down to nip gently at your bottom lip.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he reached down with his spare hand, spreading your lips as his thumb instantly found your clit. “Fuck,” you grunted, head falling back against the shower wall. You could hear Wheeler’s chuckle, the sound bouncing off the walls around you. You stepped slightly, spreading your legs to give him better access to you.

You panted as his skilled thumb toyed with your clit. He was damn good with his fingers, that much he proved to you time and time again. Not that there was anything he did that you didn’t enjoy. Wheeler could turn you on as easily as he turned on a light switch.

He nipped your bottom lip once more, groaning against your mouth. The pad of his finger circled your entrance a few times. Unable to stop it, a whimper left you as you rocked your hips against his hand in search of more friction. He chuckled once more, keeping up the teasing moments. “You’re right, baby.” He grinned at you. “There is some fun in being bad.”

Wheeler’s mouth pressed against yours in another hot kiss, a finger sliding inside of you. You shuddered at the sensation, fighting against his hold on your wrists. All you wanted was to feel his skin under your fingers. He pumped his finger inside of you, thumb still brushing against your clit.

You whimpered against his lips, the sensation of him and his actions flooding through you. “Wheeler,” you whimpered, hips wiggling against his hand again. “More… Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely, angel.” He inserted a second finger inside of you, bending them slightly. He pressed soft kisses against your neck, listening to the sound of your moans. His skillful touches lit an inferno inside of you, bringing you closer and closer towards the edge of the cliff that you loved so much.

His speed increased as he curved his fingers again. You could feel the head of his touch everywhere. Shivers ran up and down your body, from head to toe. You could feel him in your heart, even. Three words on the tip of your tongue.

You already confessed that you loved him. In typical Wheeler fashion, he beat you to saying it first. It was during dynamite, and after your match. You had just scored a big victory, and came running backstage to find him. He had parted from Claudio, scooping you up in his warm arms as he let your feet dangle off the ground, spinning you around once.

He had pressed his lips against yours, mumbling those three words in between kisses. You had tears welling in your eyes, unable to process just how lucky you really were. Penelope’s love of kismet on your mind once more. You had cupped his face in your hands, stroking the soft hairs of his beard before confessing your own feelings.

“Feel good, baby?” His words bringing you back to the shower, back to the sensations pooling deep inside of you. He didn’t wait for a response—nor did he need one—as he deepened the kiss, tilting your head backwards. You moaned against his mouth, loving the way his tongue battle for dominance, quickly claiming you. He finally let go of your bound wrists and your hands fell to his shoulders, clawing at him as you were close to the release you were so desperately chasing.

His thumb found your clit once more, circling it a few times. “Come for me, angel. Remind me how pretty my girl is when she comes.” It was the final push you needed, tumbling off the cliff and into an orgasm that had your hips wildly bucking against him. Your fingers gripped his skin as he kissed you through your powerful orgasm, fingers keeping up a steady rhythm.

“Shit,” you groaned, head rolling on your shoulders. You pressed your head back against the cool tile, trying to get your breathing to even out. You definitely preferred this kind of workout to running. Though, if running with Wheeler ended like this every time, you’d never complain about it again. “You’re good at that.”

Wheeler laughed, licking his fingers clean. “You taste so damn sweet, baby.” He whispered, before pressing his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “Your pussy is my favorite meal.” He commented, causing you to laugh. He went from downright sexy to jokester so easily, making you come and laugh in a span of just minutes.

It was perfection.

“Come on,” Wheeler spoke, reaching for the bottle of your scented body wash he stashed in there when unpacking his bag after arriving. “Let’s get washed up,” he poured some into his hands, before running it over your skin.

He pressed one more soft kiss against your lips, that mischievous grin back on his handsome face. “That way I can take you back to bed and spend the rest of the day getting you dirty all over again.”

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Roman Reigns Request: His Warrior Queen

A/N: this is an overdue request for @queengreenarrowmia89​. i apologize for the wait as i’ve had to deal with uni and a big writer’s block. the bloodline story has been phenomenal so far and now that the Usos have left - it’s getting even juicier. the MITB match was awesome especially with Jey pinning Roman, ending his ‘invincible streak’. god, this storyline deserves an Emmy, Oscar and all other TV awards cause it’s absolutely amazing. maybe we’ll finally get a Jey vs Roman rematch for his new title at Summerslam? i would love to see that. this imagine may be shorter than usual and for that i apologize.

i apologize if its shit, i tried my best. anyway, enjoy the story :)

pov: the story of Roman Reigns and his warrior queen, Jo Wilson

Roman Reigns and his wife, Jo Wilson were considered a power couple in WWE amongst fans, staff and fellow wrestlers. Some dreamed of having a love like theirs, you could call it a ‘fairytale romance’ but those who knew the couple well knew it was nothing like that. 

It wasn’t easy with their equally busy schedules. They could be apart for months on end and only be able to speak with each other once or twice a week if that. But, they made it work. They fought hard for this relationship and made many sacrifices which helped create their unbreakable bond. 

But how did the two lovebirds meet? I’ll tell ya. 

Before Jo, Roman was with Galina Becker and had Joelle together. A year after Joelle was born, they decided to go their separate ways but remained on good terms and co-parented, raising Joelle together. It was an amicable split, their busy schedules meant they couldn’t be together often and ended up growing distant. 

It was a few months following his split from Galina that Roman met Jo Wilson. A friend of Jo had an extra ticket to RAW and asked if she wanted to come. Jo, having nothing better to do, agreed. 

Jo knew nothing about wrestling, she was going into this blind. I mean, she did a quick Google search but it barely told her anything - so she was relying on her friend to ‘educate’ her about one of their favourite things ever. 

When Jo first saw Roman, she was entraced by him. His menancing aura, the power it radiated. He was making his entrance, standing at the top of the stairs flanked by his two team-mates. Jo couldn’t take her eyes off him, everything about him captivated her. 

Everything about him just screamed power and dominance. He walked around like he owned this place, his tall statue was enough to make people tremble. Jo proceeded to ask her friend about him, she wanted to know more about this Samoan man. 

“That’s Roman Reigns. He’s part of the Shield with Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose. His nickname is the Big Dog for very obvious reasons.” Jo’s friend explained. Jo’s eyes remained fixated on Roman for the whole match, he never left her sight - she was hypnotised by him. 

The power and dominance he exuded mixed with the cheeky smirks made Jo’s heart go doki doki. They briefly made eye contact, Roman grinned at her and she swore that her face had never turned on red in her life. 

He looked like a god in her eyes - the way his long black hair stuck to his body because of his sweat made him look all the hotter. The way Roman loomed over his opponent made Jo’s thoughts turn south but she reigned herself back in. Roman won his match and glanced at Jo, he winked at her making her face redder and her heart beat even louder. 

“Well... did you enjoy it?” Jo’s friend asked once RAW had finished. She nodded, still in a daze, “I saw you oogling at Roman. You like him, don’t you?” her friend teased making Jo smack their shoulder in embarassment which made her friend laugh. 

Before exiting the arena, a staff member stopped them and handed Jo a piece of paper claiming someone backstage wanted to give it to them. She opened it to reveal a phone number from Roman Reigns, it took everything in Jo and her friend to not scream. 

“You’ve gotta text him!” her friend urged and after relentless pestering, she did. 

‘Hi, you gave me your number. I don’t know if you remember me or not but I thought I’d say that you were so cool tonight.’ 

Jo wasn’t expecting an instant reply since he’s a busy man, she wasn’t expecting a reply at all. She only did it so her friend stopped bugging her. To her utter surprise, Roman did reply a couple hours later:

‘Hi, I remember you. You wouldn’t stop staring at me during my match and I thought you looked rather cute. What’s your name?’ 

Squealing, she hugged her pillow hard and kicked her feet in the air. Jo didn’t know if it was out of embarrassment or excitement - maybe it was a bit of both. Embarrassed that he knew she stared at him the entire time, she must’ve looked dumb but excited that he remembered her and called her CUTE!

Responding, they found themselves messaging each other whenever they were free. Jo was a gynecologist, someone who specialized in female reproductive health and loved her work. 

It wasn’t until months later that Roman and Jo coincidentally met again... at the hospital. Roman was there to get checked up after getting hurt in a match. Jo had just finished her shift and recognized Roman, who was waiting to be seen. 

Mustering up enough confidence, she approached him and they began talking. They could both sense an undeniable chemistry and attraction between them, it felt like they’ve known each other for years when it’s only been a few months. Jo ended up waiting for Roman and chatted more over Waffle House. 

After months of pinning, Roman officially asked Jo out and she said yes. She met his family and they immediately accepted her. She even met Galina when Galina dropped Joelle off, they became quick friends and she bonded well with Joelle. 

Like every relationship, it had its ups and downs - times where they were near breakup but powered through. Jo had visited Roman at work a few times when she had free time and WWE was in Florida, she befriend a few people including Seth and Dean. 

Years of dating, Roman finally proposed to Jo in an intimate moment and during this time, Jo was pregnant with their first children. They got married in a gorgeous, private ceremony in Samoa with all their friends and family present. The friend who took Jo to that RAW was her maid of honour, she proudly declared that she was the reason Jo and Roman met during her speech. 

Jo gave birth a few months after the honeymoon. She gave birth to a beautiful girl named Luna. Roman was over the moon and Joelle had quickly adapted to her new role as the eldest sibling. Jo watched the two fondly, her life literally couldn’t be more perfect. 

Fast forward to now, Roman and Jo were the proud parents of 6: Joelle, Luna, twin boys named Christian Roman and Seth, another set of twin boys; Jimmy and Jey, after Roman’s cousins. Jo was also expecting twin girls and they had already decided on the names: Madison Meredith and Patricia Lexi.

With her due date fast approaching, Roman had been taking time off WWE to care for his pregnant wife and look after his children with help from their eldest children. Jo still worked as a gynecologist despite Roman earning more than enough to support the family, she loved her career and Roman would never ask her to give up something she was passionate about. 

Jo watched WWE from time to time. In all honesty, she wasn’t the biggest fan of his current gimmick - the Tribal Chief and would sometimes scold him for attacking wrestlers, especially her favourite ones. Wrestling wasn’t her thing but she always supported her husband, being his number one cheerleader and sending him good luck texts before matches. 

Roman considered it his good luck charm, without her encouraging text he would’ve lost the title a long time ago. He was lucky for many reasons but in his opinion, the luckiest thing he ever had was his amazing family. 

Roman didn’t enjoy being away from his family for so long and plans to take an extended hiatus once his twin girls were born. Sure, he enjoyed his career and wrestling in front of thousands of fans and travelling all over the world to wrestle. But nothing beats being with his family, he’d pick his family over his career any day of the week without hesitation. 

Roman had his wife to thank for this life, someone he proudly dubbed his warrior queen and his eyes - the true Tribal Chief of the family. 

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i wanted to know if i could ask for a Roman Reigns x fem reader imagine. Like based off that one tiktok sound, ‘are you in the mafia? Am i in the what?’ although he’s most definitely in the mafia lol

UNDERGROUND PROBLEMS, roman reigns.

warnings: cigarettes, alcohol, guns, violence, curse words, blood, slight age gap, pet names, creepy dude trying to flirt with you

tags: owww mafia roman in action.. i need him

summary: maybe it's okay to be suspicious of your rich boyfriend

THE sun was literally on top of your head. it was a great thing that you decided to buy an extra pair of sunscreen because the sun was going to be the death of you. the wind tingled your skin as you breathed out the fresh air. "hey, do not provoke me, i'll beat your asses in volley if i can!" you heard your boyfriend yelling at his cousins. "they're still going?" you asked. "looks like they're not stopping anytime soon." he chuckled. "a private beach, jimmy, jey, and solo. doesn't sound like a good combination to me."

yes. a private fucking beach. you told him you wanted to go to the pier for a date, but again, he just had to do something out of your reach–your boyfriend, roman, had a private beach near his house. you knew dating him was an extraordinary experience, he was very extra. at certain times you wondered about his life and why he didn't like going out to public places. "i hate crowded places." was always his answer.

you started dating him 6 months ago. the two of you met in a bar, for your best friend's brother farewell party. it was a stretch but hey, you could never decline free drinks. the two of you hit it off right away, finding similarities that you thought was kind of weird at that time. you were the polar opposite of him when you first met. he was intimidating, of course, he had the figure of a man you wouldn't mess with. but when the two of you started talking, he was a totally different person.

ever since your first meeting, your days were never filled with mundane things. sure, he was rich, but the way he treated you, it was like something that came out of the movies. he gave you the full princess treatment, even if you didn't ask for it. roman showered you with love, gifts, affection, and everything you could ask for. you were very lucky to have him in your life and he was very lucky to have you too.

"how are you enjoying this, baby?" he asked, tying his hair. "i love it, thank you, love." you looked at him with a smile. "although, you went very extra with it, i should know by now." you chuckled. roman held your head and kissed your forehead. "you deserve good things in life, baby." the warmth of his love gave you nothing but happiness. he was genuine and it showed. you couldn't help but to wonder about his daily life with you knowing only a little about his life.

you felt the sun disappear for a second. someone was standing in front of you. it was his personal assistant, paul. "sorry to bother you, but you have a call, chief." roman looked confused for a second. "i told you i'm not accepting any calls if i am with (y/n)." "it's from hunter, chief." he immediately let go of his embrace. "babygirl, how about you play with them? i have a very important call." you pouted. "okay."

"(Y/N)! FINALLY! SOLO SUCKS ASS, WE NEED ANOTHER PLAYER."

weekdays came and you were back in you class. not to study, but to teach. you were a college lecturer, teaching criminology. you loved your job and you loved your students. "good morning, as i promised after your finals, we're going to watch a movie." your class was filled with excitement. "jason suggested we watch joker, but no one voted for that movie. sorry jason." you let out a laugh. "asuka suggested the shining, with the highest votes, we are going to watch that today."

"these kids will be the death of me." the lecturer lounge was empty, leaving only your best friend and old college buddy, seth. he was practically your wingman in every scenario. he taught english literature, which was the class next to you. "looking rough, buddy." you chuckled at his distressed hair. "they beat my ass in word games. i'm devastated." he groaned, taking a seat in front of you. "where you going after this?" "home, i have to check their finals." he nodded. "well, stay safe. i think i might be sleeping here."

you checked the time, it was 11 pm. to your luck, roman was going to pick you up in 15 minutes. you pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. it was a bad habit, you knew–but a single cigarette after every lesson was something to look forward to. as you were walking outside the campus ground, you heard footsteps behind you. you felt goosebumps as you looked behind and didn't see anyone.

once again, to your luck, it was very dark. you were practically power-walking. your other hand was inside your bag, trying to look for a pepper spray–incase things went downhill. "hey, you alone?" an unfamiliar voice rang in your ears. "no, i'm waiting for my someone." your voice was laced with venom. "i don't see that someone here, how about you leave with me?" you shook your head. "sorry, he'll be here anytime soon."

"code 03." roman read the text solo sent to him. "fuck." anger boiled inside him. "paul take care of this deal, i got a code 03 from solo." paul nodded and took the paperwork inside his bag. "i don't want the fucking guns from damian, they're a rip-off. if they want to score a deal with us, tell them they shouldn't bring counterfeits in front of my fucking eyes." paul nodded.

code 03 meant that someone in the business was bothering you and he wasn't there to intervene. solo could've step up if things went to an extreme extend, but that would leave you more confused on how he got there in an instance. "dude, please leave me alone!" you yelled at him, looking for someone to help you. "i'm just being nice sweetheart, i can treat you nicely." he kept pestering you. seeing you like this broke solo's heart, he wanted to lunge on the guy but he had to wait for roman's command. the guy had a familiar tattoo on his neck, solo noticed that. the guy reached out for your arm. "come on!"

"she said no." you were relieved to see your boyfriend in front of you. "i don't give a shit about what she said." the guy said, still holding your arm. "get the fuck out of my face and let her go." your heart skipped a beat. you've never seen him like this. he was always a sweetheart to you, even with his cold facade. "just trying to give her a good time." the guy continued. "oh, you're going to have a very good time if you don't let her go now." the sentence was dripped with sarcasm. "let's go." roman slightly yanked your arm, pulling you away from the guy.

roman had to make sure that the guy wasn't following the two of you or he just might whip something out that you weren't supposed to see. he knew that guy, he was familiar with his face. "baby, are you okay?" as soon as you entered the car, he let his guard down. "i'm okay, love." you assured him that you were fine. "i'm sorry i wasn't there... baby, i'm sorry it happened." you shook your head. "love, i'm okay. now let's go back, i have to grade some papers." you gave him a reassuring smile. "let's get you ice cream first."

you passed the street that you were on earlier and the guy was nowhere to be seen. you could've sworn that you saw someone dragging the guy away, but it was probably your mind playing tricks as you were very tired.

after grading your papers and eating ice cream (which you insisted getting a cone but roman just had to buy the entire tub for you), you felt sleepy. "i'm going to bed." you announced, seeing your boyfriend slump on your couch watching football. "go to sleep baby, i'm still watching the game." you nodded and went over to give him a kiss. "i love you." "and i love you too, baby."

you were fast asleep and roman silently went outside your apartment, already thirsty for blood. you were his and no one should lay a finger on you. the drive to his warehouse went quick as he was already boiling with anger. the guy earlier was tied up to a chair, shaken up by the act. "well look who is here." his voice was deep, greeting the guy. "r- roman, i'm sorry." he stuttered. "sorry for what you did or sorry because your sorry-ass messed with the wrong person?"

jey, jimmy, and solo stood by waiting for his command. "i don't usually deal with situations like this. but you touched my girl and you're going to pay for it." roman barked, intimidating the guy. roman was in love, his cousins thought. he could't careless about other people except for his bloodline before he met you. his family business was his top priority, but now, you were always on his mind.

the first punch roman threw sent the guy on his back. all those private trainings pulled off. "who sent you?" he didn't answer. roman picked him up with force. "i said," he paused a second to throw another punch. "who sent you?" the guy cracked. "t- the judgement day! they didn't like how you insulted their shippings! they told me to get your girl to intimidate you." the fucking judgement day. roman clenched his fist, preparing for another punch.

blood splattered across the room. his fist was busted as well. "if you and your little emo band cross our path again, i'll fucking kill you. if i ever see you again, i'll fucking kill you." the guy was beaten up to an extent where he was already begging for roman to stop. "throw him somewhere in the east coast, give the judgement day some warning." jey nodded.

roman was powerful in many ways. he was feared by everyone, no one crossed his path and they knew not to mess with him. as one of the top dog for the mob business, everyone respected him. it was hard hiding things from you. he didn't want you to see him in a different light. so he told you that he was the one in charge of his family's company. there were almost slip ups along the way, but being the man he was, his secret was still safe–not for long.

his cousins; jey, jimmy, and solo all worked for him. they owe him their lives and they were ready to take a bullet for you and him any day. you were special for them, like a shining with light glimmered with hope, you were a breath of fresh air.

you woke up to the sound of his snoring. "love, get up. seth is picking me up today." he groaned in despair. "you know i can drive you or have the twins drive you there right?" you shook your head. "seth and i are going to our weekly lunch, it's a tradition since high school. you've met him countless times, i'm safe with him." roman was still on top of you, unbothered. "i'm going to kick your ass if you don't move in 5 seconds." "i'd like to see you try, babygirl."

lunch with seth was always fun. it was in his nature to make people laugh their asses off. "becky made me workout last sunday, my arms are sore." he complained. "because you never workout and your wife has her own gym." you stated the obvious. "well, you're a criminology lecturer and your boyfriend is a ceo, that doesn't add up too!" he defended himself with a chuckle following his sentence. "that's because i don't pry." you replied.

"i don't know, (y/n). it's kinda fishy." seth shrugged his shoulders. "what's kinda fishy?" you raised an eyebrow. "you've never been to his workplace, you don't know his work life. he doesn't like open places, always takes you on a private date. hell, the dude doesn't even have instagram. what if he's like a mafia or something?" his question made you laugh.

"seth, just because he's jacked doesn't mean he beats up people for a living. he's afraid of cockroaches, for fuck's sake!" you furrowed your brows. "well, i don't know. even my brother doesn't know what he's up to. but as long as you're happy, (y/n)." seth gave you a thumbs up while fixing his sunglasses. "you're thinking about it now!" he pointed his fork at you. "i am not! there's no way my boyfriend is in the mafia, he's just your regular joe!" "i've known you since we were babies, i know when you are thinking about something."

it did get to your head though. but you brushed it off, there's no way your oat milk-loving boyfriend was in the mafia. roman picked you up, exchanging goodbyes with seth. "you owe me a lighter!" seth yelled, waving at the two of you. "i don't owe you shit, rollins!" you laughed. "how was lunch?" roman asked, driving away from the cafe. "it was fun, we gossiped about you." his right arm was on the steering wheel, weirdly enough–covered by bandages, the other was holding yours. "gossiped about me? what'd you say?"

"oh we thought you were in the mafia, so like are you in the mafia?" you joked. for a second you saw him clenching his jaw and the grip on your arms tightened. "am i in the what?" he furrowed his brows. "i don't know, it all adds up." you continued your joke. "you have paul as your personal assistant, i've never been to your work and you rarely talk about it, you have random bruises on your back from 'working out'." yet again, the grip tightened.

he pulled over some random street. "baby, you know i am not in the mafia. that's just insane." roman chuckled. "right? seth is out of his mind, you know how he is!" roman had to be careful, as your best friend was picking up some clues. but he knew he couldn't hurt seth. you'd burn the entire world just to find out who laid a finger on your best friend. "paul has been working for my family since god knows when, you've never been to my work because there's nothing going on, it's just boring board meetings. i rarely talk about my work because i want to be a hearer not a talker, baby. i get bruises because i work out." he explained.

"baby, you don't really think i'm in the mafia right?" "no, that would be very stupid of me, love."

he was relieved. "okay baby, do you want to go somewhere tonight?" roman asked, starting the car again. "let's go watch a movie." he nodded. "right, i'll rent a place." "NOOOO, I DON'T WANT A PRIVATE NIGHT. LET'S JUST GO TO THE MALL NEXT TO MY PLACE." he was sure that you were going to be the death of him. "okay baby, whatever you say." roman would risk his life for yours. but little did you know, the mall was filled with his men. it was never a normal day with the mafia boss of the reigns clan.

"you do realize this is the first time we ever went to a public date?" you teased him. "yes." he was oddly wary of your presence. "are you okay? you look distracted." you furrowed your eyebrows. "baby, i'm okay." he made eye-contact, giving you a warm smile. "i just don't like going out in public places." he confessed. "i'm sorry, love. do you want to go home instead?" roman nodded, feeling very tense at the thought of being out. "okay, love. let's go home now."

the walk back to the parking lot was filled with conversations about the movie that you watched. "thank you for watching barbie with me." you chuckled as he rolled his eyes. "anything for my baby." he stole a kiss from you. "i knew you would like it." the black-haired male actually loved the movie. despite his strong persona, he was a softie. especially to you. "it was a fun date-" before you could finish your sentence, you heard screams coming from... solo? when did he get here? you thought.

there was a sudden bang outside. "GET DOWN!" solo yelled. roman immediately pushed you inside the car. "JEY, DRIVE!" roman yelled, taking off his sweater, revealing a gun strapped to his side. "WHAT THE FUCK!" you yelled in a state of panic. "I TOLD THOSE FUCKING EMO CLUB NOT TO MESS WITH ME, NOW I'M FUCKING PISSED." you've never seen roman like this. "PAUL, CLOSE THE DEAL WITH THEM. THEY FUCKING PISS ME OFF! THEY MESSED UP MY DATE NIGHT." roman yelled at the phone. the two of you almost got shot and you were only the one panicking.

"SO YOU ARE ACTUALLY IN THE MAFIA?" "YES BABY, I AM ACTUALLY IN THE MAFIA, NOW GET DOWN!"

a/n: THANKKK YOU FOR THE FIRST REQUEST <3333 i hope you enjoyed it!!! requests are always open!!

#roman reigns #wwe #wrestling #the usos #jimmy uso #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe x reader #mafia au #wrestling imagines #judgement day #finn balór #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #damien priest #bloodline imagines #bloodline

[haddonfieldwhore]

wrong - jey uso

jey uso x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k words

warnings: implied/almost smut, cheating, angst, unhealthy relationship, reader x roman, scripted violence, language, roman’s a dick, kinda blurs kayfabe and real life

october 5th 2020 - hell in a cell

you hated this. you hated everything about this. you hated watching you boyfriend and his cousin, one of your best friends, almost kill eachother in a steel cage - and for what? to win a championship belt? to win the never ending ego battle that was working with roman? officials had run into the ring, trying to stop the carnage, but backed away as roman threw a tantrum, tossing the steel steps into the ring. jey was down on the mat, flat on his back as roman stood over him, steel steps in hand as he held them high above his head, spitting more egotistical bullshit at his younger cousin. you and roman had been together for nearly two years, and to say he was a different person than the man you had fallen in love with would be an understatement. jimmy and jey had become your closest friends, which made the current state of things between the three of them difficult for you. you always had to side with roman, you had to be in his corner, even when he was in the wrong; which lately, you felt had been most of the time.

you had been so distracted by what had been happening in the ring that you hadn’t seen jimmy run past you and down to the steel cage, pleading with roman to stop. you knew it would cause more trouble, but you ran after the older twin, hearing him beg for roman to put down the steps.

“that’s josh, fool!” jimmy yelled, checking over his younger brother. “you know who we are! what is wrong with you huh?” you realized how real it had become for the twins, and you couldn’t imagine how jimmy felt watching the match. to your disbelief, tears formed in roman’s eyes, and he tossed the steps to the side. he sank down to the mat, holding his head in his hands. “whatever you’re going through man, we can fix this!”

“i don’t know who i am anymore,” roman said, his voice shaky as he cried, and your heart broke. maybe the man you loved was still in there somewhere.

“no more of this,” jimmy pleaded, reaching a hand out to roman, who took it in his, resting his forehead against jimmy’s. “i love you uce.”

“i love you too,” roman replied, before pulling jimmy over jeys nearly unconscious form and into a head lock.

“no!” you yelled; the last shred of hope you had for roman to come to his senses fizzling out like a bucket of water poured on a match. jimmy desperately tried to shake jey awake, yelling in pain as the younger uso finally stirred.

“let him go!” jey yelled once he saw what was happening, and tears fell down your face. “let him go! i quit!” he yelled, the words needed to end the match. he repeated them over and over until the bell rang, and roman finally let go of jimmy. you pushed past the officials and got in the ring, immediately checking on jey.

“that’s cute,” roman taunted, standing up, and you glared up at him. there was a fire in your eyes that would’ve scared any normal man. “aren’t you gonna check on me? you gonna ask if i’m okay, sweetheart?” he asked, holding his arms out. you stood up and pushed him backwards, your hands hitting his chest hard.

“i should ask you who you are!” you spat, “because i sure as hell don’t recognize the man standing in front of me right now.” you became even more angry when he just laughed in response, before his expression turned dark.

“i am your tribal chief, and you will acknowledge me; just like he will,” he said, kicking jeys leg hard. you brought your hand up to slap him across the face, but he caught your wrist, and looked down at jey.

“hey jey, keep your bitch in line,” his words cut like a knife, and you pulled your arm from his grasp, kneeling down beside jey who was now sitting up. he stared daggers at roman, who took his championship belt from paul heyman, and walked out of the cell.

“get.. get john,” jey breathed, asking you to check on his older twin. officials were already tending to him and had him sitting upright when you looked over, and he nodded softly at you, giving you a thumbs up.

“he’s okay,” you said, as you placed a hand on jeys chest, helping steady him as he tried to catch his breath. “are you okay?” you held the side of his face gently, checking for visible injuries and he nodded, leaning into your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him.

“i’m good,” he assured you. “i’m gonna kill him.”

“not today,” you said, helping him stand up, one of the officials helping you get him to his feet.

“when i see him-“ he said, ignoring what you had said.

“jey, slow down,” you pleaded as he tried to go after roman, who had disappeared backstage. you stood in front of him, blocking his line of sight from seeing where roman had went and making him look at you instead, your hands holding either side of his face softly. “look at me. it’s not worth it.”

“like hell i’m gonna let him talk to you like that,” he yelled in the direction your boyfriend had gone.

“and i appreciate that, but you can barely stand right now. not today.” you repeated, and he nodded, sniffling angrily. “just breathe, okay? for me?” he nodded again, and let the officials help him out of the ring. you sighed heavily, wiping the tears from your eyes as more people got jimmy to his feet.

“thank you,” you said to jimmy. “i’m scared he would have never quit if you hadn’t gotten involved. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, and jimmy nodded. he was okay to walk on his own, adjusting his neck as he walked up to you and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“we good. you a’ight?” he asked, and you took a deep breath.

“yeah, i’ll be fine. i’m more worried about jey,” you admitted. “i’m scared he’s gonna do something stupid.”

“it ain’t your job to stop him,” jimmy shrugged, walking out of the ring. he had brushed it off, but you could tell by his face that he was worried too.

•••

you were asleep in bed when you felt the bed dip behind you, followed by arms wrapping around your waist.

“i thought i told you stay away from me,” you snapped. you and roman had gotten into a huge argument when you got back to your shared hotel room, and you had told him to find somewhere else to sleep for the night; or you would. you pulled yourself free of his grasp, and sat up, only to see that it wasn’t roman; it was jey. “what are you doing here?” you asked, as more questions ran through your head, like how did he get into your room. he was silent for a few seconds, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, before he answered.

“i wanted to check on you,” he said, and while your believed him, it seemed like there was more too it than that.

“in the middle of the night? jey are you crazy? what if roman had been here?” you asked, pushing his chest lightly. he scratched the back of his head, his cropped shirt rising up to expose his abs. you looked away, playing with your fingers in your lap.

“i guess that was a chance i was willing to take,” he sighed.

“jey he would’ve killed you if you showed up and he was here.”

“then i guess it’s a good thing he ain’t here. where is he?”

“i don’t know. i told him to leave or i would.”

“are you guys still…” he trailed off.

“i don’t know. we didn’t talk about that,” you admitted, and he gave you a funny look.

“what did you talk about?” he asked, and you sighed.

“does it matter? it was a screaming match, jey, and then i told him to get out. we both said some really nasty things to eachother.”

“so why do you stay with him?” he asked, and your eyes filled with tears.

“i don’t know. when i look at him it’s like i’m staring at a stranger,” you looked down at your lap again. “we talked about you a lot,” you admitted. jey’s eyebrows went up, and he waited for you to continue. “roman thinks i care about you more than i care about him.”

“roman needs to worry about him not caring about you enough,” jey argued. “does he treat you like that all the time?” he asked, referring to the incident in the ring.

“no, but it’s not the first time it’s happened either,” you sighed.

“that ain’t right,” jey shook his head. “he ain’t get to talk to you like that.”

“you think i don’t know that?” you snapped. “what does it matter to you?”

“i think you needa stop waiting for the old roman to come back. because he ain’t coming back,” jey warned, but never raised his voice at you. you sighed, knowing that he was right even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“what are you doing here, jey?” you asked quietly.

“i told you, i came to check on you-“

“you could’ve called or texted for that, there’s something else,” you pushed.

“maybe i just needed my best friend,” he admitted, and your heart ached.

“fine,” you sighed, laying back down, facing away from him. “come here.”

“don’t do that, don’t shut me out. you’re pushing me away,” he put a hand on your shoulder. you rolled over to look at him.

“jey, i’m still with roman.”

“do you still love him?” he asked, and you stared up at the ceiling, quiet for a while before you answered.

“no.”

he didn’t say anything, but laid down, pulling your back against his chest again, and you let him. you battled with the thoughts in your head, before you rolled over, wrapping your arms around jey and burying your face in his chest.

“jey…” you warned, as his hand trailed up the side of your thigh. you looked at him, and before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply. instinctively, you kissed back, before pushing him off of you.

you stared at him with wide eyes, the kiss taking your breath away as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened. jey pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for you to say something, each second going by painfully slow. he was relieved when you kissed him back, your hands tangling in his hair as his hands slid across any part of your body he could reach. his tongue slid past your lips, moving with your as he flipped you over so you were underneath him.

you moaned as he rolled his hips against yours, and you tugged at his hair, his hands sliding down your sides, and then pulled your hips upwards to meet his. you dragged your nails down his back, before bringing your hands around to the front of his pants, palming his length through his joggers.

“fuck, do that again,” he said, kissing down your neck as you did what he said. he rutted his hips against your hand and you slipped your fingers past his boxers. your hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down, and he bit down on your collarbone, moaning softly.

“jey,” you mused as he trailed kisses up to your lips again. your free hand tangled in his chain that dangled from his neck as he stared down at you.

“you know i’d do anything for you, right?” he asked, kissing you softly. “what do you need baby?”

“i need you,” you pleaded, and he nearly shivered when you said the words, your touch still driving him crazy. you pulled him down by his chain to kiss you again, and he tugged at your bottom with his teeth before smiling at you.

“are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded.

“please just fuck me.”

“how can i say no to that?” he smirked, kissing you again as his hands started to slide off your clothes.

•••

you woke up still tangled under the sheets with jey, and you smiled to yourself, gently tracing the intricate patterns of his tattoos with your finger. there were scratch marks down his back, and you felt a little bad looking at them, but remembered the hickeys that surely covered your chest, and decided you were even. thankfully jey had been careful, and you would be able to hide them easily enough with a t-shirt. jey stirred awake a few minutes later, his pretty brown eyes fluttering open to look at you. he pulled you closer, kissing you softly, and you giggled.

“good morning,” you hummed.

“good morning,” he replied, kissing you again. “are we good?”

“we’re good,” you assured him. “but roman can’t know about this; not yet.”

“are you gonna end things with him?”

“yes. i just…. i don’t know when. right now i think it would make things worse for everyone.”

“so fucking me behind his back is better?” jey asked, a joking tone in his voice.

“jey… you know i care about you; a lot. don’t think i’m using you -“ he interrupted you with a kiss.

“i know, you’re right. but if we don’t want him to find out we should get out of here,” he said, and you laughed. you kissed him deeply again, and he held you tight, like you would disappear if he let go.

“do we tell jimmy?” he asked, as you both got up and started getting dressed.

“i think he’s gonna figure it out. do you think i could travel with you guys and trinity?” you asked, pulling on your shirt.

“of course you can. if you think i’m letting you out of my sight you-“ it was your turn to shut him up with a kiss, and his hands landed on your hips, pulling you close. you kissed him deeply, before stepping back.

“thank you. i’ll pack my bag and meet you at your room?” you asked, and he nodded, kissing you one more time before throwing his jacket on and walking out of the hotel room. you sighed, trying to wrap your head around the last twelve hours, and a smile crossed your face as your eyes landed on the bedsheets tangled at the end of the bed. you packed your bag, throwing everything of yours into your suitcase as quickly as you could; you would organize it later.

you looked around the room one last time, before walking out, leaving your key card on the dresser, and walked to the elevator to go to the usos room. your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you checked it to see a text from roman. you ignored it, not bothering to see what he had to say as you arrived at the floor you were going to. you knocked on their door, and jey let you in. he had changed into new clothes and his hair was wet like he’d just gotten out of the shower.

“hey,” he smiled, and you returned it.

“long time no see,” you joked, and he raised his eyebrows.

“hey, earth to you two, get your asses over here!” jimmy called from further in the hotel room, and you heard trinity laugh.

“thank god, i have another girl to talk to, i’m not outnumbered anymore,” she laughed, and jey pulled you into his side, tucking you under his arm.

“are you the reason he wasn’t here last night?” jimmy asked in a silly voice, wiggling his eyebrows. you laughed, and jey sighed.

“man c’mon.” you all laughed now, and you smiled, happy to be with your closest friends.

“your secret is safe with us,” trinity winked at you, and you thanked her, grateful to have her and jimmy on your side. you knew things were gonna be complicated, and they were probably gonna get ugly when roman found out about you and jey, but you could live with that if it meant you got to be with the man you truly loved.

you knew it was wrong to have cheated on roman, and a part of you felt guilty, but truthfully your relationship with him had been over for months. looking at jey, you finally felt like you had found the right person, and he had been in front of you all along.

#jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso fic #jey uso imagine #roman reigns #roman reigns fic #jimmy uso #the usos #wwe #wwe fic #wrestling #wrestling imagines

[visionarystoryteller]

He Knows || Jey Uso

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X/Reader - YOU

Jey Uso - Joshua Fatu

Warnings: adult content, honestly who knows ?

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Part 2 as requested is HERE

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You were a superstar on Raw and when you heard your long time crush, Jey Uso, had been brought in by one of your closest friends, Cody Rhodes, you nearly died. You had confided in Cody about liking Jey and he apparently liked to take things into his own hands. Cody knew he would be worth it for Raw and since he basically was exiled by his family, he knew it was the perfect opportunity, for Raw and well one of his closest friends, you.

So there you where marching down the halls in your heels, you where only there for an interview anyway for the night, making your way to find Cody.

“CODY RUNNELS! I SWEAR TO GOD” you yelled down the hall when you saw him. Cody, who was talking to, albeit, Jey or Josh, turned around and had the biggest smile on his face. Even if you called him by his real name.

“Oh hey y/n!” Cody smiles. You March up to him and pinch his pec that he had surgery on a bit ago.

“Shit the hell y/n” Cody fake exclaims.

“You’re an ass, I know what you did” you point your manicured nail at him, Josh just leaning against the wall watching you two with a smirk on his face.

“Well, it’s for the good of everything.” Cody responded. You rolled your eyes.

“I hate you.” You responded. Cody laughed and put his arm around your shoulder and turned to Josh.

“Josh, you remember one of my best friends, y/n” Cody says. Josh pushes off the wall and comes closer to you.

“Yup. Ma with the sweet ass moves that could take down a man” Josh smirks. Your cheeks heat to a dark red hue. Cody laughs.

“Hell yea, my dad taught her well” Cody praises.

“And Dusty would kick your ass for the shit you pulled on me” you scowl at him before turning back to Josh.

“Good to see you break away and be your own person again…don’t think the bloodline knew what they had with you” you shrugged. Josh smirked showing his grillz and nodded.

“‘Preciate that ma.” He smiles. Cody decided at that point decided he was gonna make a get away.

“I gotta go talk to Hunter, I’ll see you round” Cody says to you both.

“I’m still kicking your ass Runnels” you say turning your head to look at him.

“We’ll see” he shrugs as he laughs. You shake your head and pinch the bridge of her nose.

“What he do ma? I could always kick his ass for ya” Josh offered.

“Nah, it’s a little more personal I guess” you say shaking your head. He nods, and steps closer backing you into the wall, his one hand on the side of your head as he looks around to see if anyone is paying attention. When he’s satisfied, he turns his attention back to you.

“Like him bringing me to Raw and letting me know a fine ass like you has a crush on me?” He whispers, close to your face. You let out a squeak sucking in a breath. Cody was gonna pay big time. You tried to laugh it off but it sounded so embarrassing.

“I…I…uh…” you stumble. He lets out a chuckle that reverberated through you at how close he was. You turn your head to not look at him and he brings his free hand up and puts it on your cheek and turns your head to face him.

“It’s okay ma…hell if I wasn’t on smackdown so long, your ass woulda been mine sooner” Josh says as he brings his thumb to trace your lips gently. You were stunned. You looked into his eyes and they held lust with a little bit of affection. His thumb traced down your lips and you opened them to allow his thumb in your mouth, locking your lips around it. You closed your eyes and swirled your tongue slowly around his digit, Josh’s eyes glazing with a lust filled haze. He lifted your face little, his thumb still in your mouth and slowly pulled his digit to replace it with his mouth. Once you felt his lips on yours, it was on. His free hand snaked down your body to your thigh and pulled your leg around his waist, his other hand still holding him against the wall but his body close to yours. Your leg pulled him in tighter as the kiss deepened, his tongue wrestling yours. God he was so good at kissing, almost swallowing you whole. His hand curves up your thigh and kneaded your ass, receiving a moan from you, before it came to rest on the curve of your hip. Your hands gripped into his shirt, wanting nothing more than to tear it off him.

All too soon, Josh slowed the kiss down and slowly pulled away from you. Once his lips were off yours you let out a small sigh, eyes still closed. Josh looked you over, your lips kiss swollen and your eyes shut in the lightest way possible.

“Open your eyes for me ma…I need to see those beautiful eyes” Josh whispered. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him and he gave you a smile.

“God, you are so beautiful” Josh says leaning his forehead on yours.

“You’re not so bad yourself” you whisper. He lets out a small chuckle.

“Me and you, tonight, dinner okay?” He asks. You slowly nod.

“Sure…never had Samoan before” you whisper with a wink.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be dessert” he whispers back. You let out a hum and nod, putting your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

“I think you have an interview soon ma…so go get yourself fixed up, try not make it seem like I just almost ravaged you in this hall” he chuckles.

“You’re probably right…I’ll come find you after?”

“I won’t be far ma” he says leaning in to take your lips with his again. Once he’s satisfied he pulls away and taps your thigh that is still wrapped around his hip. You put your leg down and pulls your arms from him and fix your skirt. He pulls away and you are about to start walking when his hand catches yours and pulls you back to him and he kisses you again.

“Good luck with your interview ma” he whispers against your lips. You nod, not being able to form words and attempt to walk away on wobbly legs. Josh chuckles to himself seeing you on wobbly legs in heels.

“She still mad?” Cody says from behind Josh who was watching you walk away.

“Nah, I think she’ll forgive you” Josh laughs looking at Cody. Cody pats his shoulder, gives him a smile and walks away.

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[daddyhausen]

could you do nsfw headcanons for angelo parker? maybe touch more on gun play? that's very interesting to me and i would LOVE to read more for him

• nsfw headcannons — angelo parker •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }

{ word count } — 282

{ pairing } — fem!reader x angelo parker

{ genre } — smut

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he’s very vocal when it comes to your pleasure

doing anything and everything to make sure you cum every time

he loves being in control, to boss around to dominate

wouldn’t necessarily have a daddy kink per say

would prefer titles like sir and master

sex is an important part of your relationship

there is a healthy balance of intimacy and down right nasty fucking

loves to have you tied up most night so you can’t scurry away from him

would probably be into cnc, maybe have a kidnapping kink as well

he’s rough but it’s the way you like it.

he has a fascination with weaponry

mainly knives and guns

especially during a cnc scenario

he’ll drag the blade up your skin or hold a gun to your head { unloaded } while he had you pinned down on the bed

this man will breed you until you’re leaking with his cum

expect your legs to be sore bc he’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for the next couple of days

car sex is commonplace

same goes for public sex

he will fuck you anywhere and everywhere

not caring if the two of you were to get caught

he’ll always make sure to check on you periodically

whether it be silently peppering small kisses to your forehead

or outright asking if you’re alright.

he’d immediately know if you weren’t

stopping whatever he was doing to check on you

if you did not want to continue, he’d respect that

getting you cleaned up, making sure you felt safe and comfortable around him

maybe putting on your favourite movie, ordering your favourite food

other nights just simply cuddling in silence sufficed enough

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[aalyssah]

Soft

Pairing: MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff!

Word Count: 1,264

Summary: You and Max usually argue 24/7, but when he catches you crying, his emotions change fast.

A/N: First time writing for Max and I made him a big protective softie! Sorry it’s so long! Hope You Enjoy!

MJF was an asshole and everyone knew that.

It didn't matter who you were. Fans, Boss, Family, he didn't care because he was still an asshole and ever since you joined AEW he was no different to you, but worse.

Some may say it's because he is jealous that you're the top woman of the company, but it might be because you almost have the same attitude as him.

Stubborn and ignorant, so when arguing with him, it's fun.

You walked down the hall, going to your boyfriend's locker room. You're currently dating Sammy for almost a year now and you're completely in love with him. He's supported you through everything and you did the same for him.

You struggled to open the door, but once you did you called out for him. "Sammy, I'm here!" You didn't get any response which made you confused. He texted you 10 minutes before you got to the arena that he was in the locker room.

"Babe?" You walked around the corner only to see a sight that would break your heart. Sammy was fucking Tay on the couch. Your mouth was agape as you watched. You were frozen, it was like you couldn't move.

You came out of your trance when Tay noticed you, making Sammy jump off her. "B-baby, it's not what you think!" Your eyes burned as blurriness came to your vision.

The man you loved was having sex with some other girl. "Why! Why would you do this, Sammy?!" You were yelling and you didn't care who heard. You put everything into him, just for him to act like y'all were nothing. It wasn't even a week after your anniversary he did this.

Tay was in the background, rushing to get her clothes. "It's not my fault! Look, we can forget about all of this." You laughed, hearing Sammy trying to reason with you. "What do you mean forget about this? You. Fucked. Another. Women!"

Sammy rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, don't act like you haven't fucked anyone while we were dating. It was probably that MJF guy." You squint your eyes at him. Did he really think you would cheat on him after everything you've both been through.

Sammy just stood there with a smile on his face, seeing how mad you were getting."Are you serious Sammy! I've put everything into this relationship just for you to cheat on me with that bitch." Tay looked offended, but didn't say anything, scared for her own safety. "I would've never cheated on you if you gave me sex! You're always at the gym or messing around with Max, like when I need my dick wet, you're supposed to be here."

You couldn't believe this man and how he was talking about you. You were completely done with him. "Don't ever call me again, don't text me, don't look at me, don't even think about me. We're over!"

You walked away, letting sniffles out your nose and grabbing your bags. "Yeah, run away like you always do.” You heard Sammy call around the corner, following something along the lines, 'Come on Tay, let's get back to what we were doing.'and then moaning from Tay.

You didn't even want to be in the room anymore, so you walked out.

You didn't know where you were going, but you didn't care. All you knew is that you were going far away from that locker room. You sped walked, ignoring all the questions and calls from your friends and staff members. It was until you bumped into something, making you almost fall.

You caught yourself just in time. "Woah, watch where you're going, hothead." You knew exactly who that was from the voice. "Maxwell, I'm not in the mood right now." You avoided Max's eyes, holding your face down.

You tried walking around him, but Max went in the same direction. "Max, I'm not joking." Max only smiled, hearing your voice get louder. There's the fight he was looking for. "Why are you so grumpy? Are you on your period or something?" He joked, laughing.

Your head shot up fast, revealing your face. "I said leave me alone!" You pushed past him rushing out the door. The image of your face couldn't get out of Max's mind. Your bloodshot eyes, red cheeks, with clear lines streaming down your face, the way you winced when you yelled.

So many things were going through his mind. You, out of anyone, were crying? Everyone saw you as a tuff head. The best heel in the company, but friendly backstage and to fans.

Max instantly took off after you, fast as you walked to your car. "Y/n!” Hearing his voice only made you rush faster. You were fumbling with the keys in your pocket. Max actually ran to you, trapping you against your car and his body.

You only held your head down "What's going on? Why are you crying?" You took in his tone. For the first time ever Max was being nice. You waited for your response, while brushing some of your hair back to fully see your face.

You attempted to push him back, but it didn't do much considering how weak your body felt. "Why do you care? You just want to start an argument." Max started shaking his head in denial. "I'm serious, what's wrong?"

You studied his face, looking for anything else, but all you saw was true concern. "Sammy. He cheated on me and-" Max stepped back, in shock. "He cheated on you? With who?" You chuckled thinking about Tay. "Tay Conti." Max looked surprised . "Wow, he really downgraded, instead of upgrading."

You looked at Max confused as to why he was acting nice. "Why did he cheat on you?" You word tears from your face. “Because I was working too hard and messing around with you and he didn't get sex.”

Max only shook his head. “He’s a dumbass. Giving you up because you are working hard, he should be happy because you are the one bringing in all the money.” You agree with him, finally making eye contact. He was having a normal conversation with you for the first time.

“I can’t believe I wasted everything into him, just for him to cheat on me.” More tears came to vision, but before they could fall, Max grabbed you into his chest, engulfing you in a hug. Being in his arms felt so good. Strong, safe, secure, everything Sammy didn’t make you feel.

You held on tight to his jacket, while Max looked shocked. He couldn’t believe himself. He doesn't know why he did this and he doesn’t even know how to comfort you.

His hands ghosted over your body, not touching you. “W-what do I do?” You only pulled him closer to you, burying your face into his chest. “Don’t let me go.” And Max did just that. You both sat there in the parking lot holding each other.

You both heard voices coming only to reveal Dark Order. They froze in place when they saw you tucked into Max’s chest. Max whispered something, threatening them, but all they did was mouth, ‘Softie.’ Before leaving.

Max pulled you back and suggested y’all go to his hotel room for privacy.

That night you both sat in the comfort of his hotel room, talking like y’all were friends. It was almost like you were dating.

Max would never admit it, but when it comes to you, he gets a little soft.

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