#wwe prompt

[afterdarkprincess]

Hi can you do #8 with Jey uso X female please thank you

8. Can you feel how much I want you?

Thank you for the prompt!!! This one really pushed me out of my comfort zone, I've never written X reader before but I hope I did it justice!!

Prompt list can be found here

Pairing: Jey Uso/Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 775

tag squad: @feelschicken @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @southerngirl41 @imabillyami @jeysbvck

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It’s the night after your triumphant debut at the Royal Rumble, and you’ve been dragged out of your hotel room to a club to celebrate with the rest of the locker room.

“Come on, y/n,” Trinity had whined, “What fun are you gonna have all cooped up in here?”

You’d had a hot date planned with a bottle of rosé and the jacuzzi tub in your suite, but she didn’t need to know that.

Trinity recruited Chelsea and Maxxine to help you get ready, throwing together an outfit and helping with makeup since you really hadn’t planned on going out this weekend, not with the Rumble weighing so heavy on your shoulders. But things had gone well, your position in the company was now secured, so what harm was there in going out and having a little fun?

The harm, of course, came in the shape of drink after drink being bought and passed your way until your body was loose and the dance floor started calling your name.

You drag the girls to the floor as the music blares, holding your drink overhead as you sway your hips to the beat.

That’s when you spot him, across the room with his dark eyes locked in on you.

Jey Uso, Iron Man of the 2024 Men’s Royal Rumble, and your best friend. At least you hope so. Things have been strained between the two of you in the last few months, and as much as you’ve been trying to explain it away with how busy you’ve both been, it’s been bugging you.

Having caught him staring, you get the bright idea to wave him over, beckoning him with your fingers.

He rolls his eyes but obliges anyway, making his way through the crowd to your side.

“Hi Jey,” You wrap an arm around his neck and lean into him, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

An unreadable look crosses his face and he frowns, “C’mon, Y/N, that ain’t fair.”

“What? I miss you, that’s all.” You pull your hand back as doubt and self-consciousness creeps in, but he grabs your wrist before you can get too far away.

“Miss you too,” He looks so serious and out of place under the bright flashing lights. Normally he’s the life and soul of the party, but not tonight.

“Jey…” You breathe, just barely audible amongst the noise around you both.

The air between you is electrified with tension. His eyes, those gorgeous gorgeous eyes, look into your soul as he inches closer to you, wrapping a strong hand around your waist and pulling you to him.

“Y/n…” He whispers your name into the few inches of air between you before connecting your lips together.

You melt into his arms and even deeper into the kiss. You’ve been dreaming of this moment for years, never quite daring to believe that Jey would really want this with you.

When finally you part for breath, you open your mouth, mind full of questions, but he shushes you with a finger to your lips.

“I been wantin’ to do that for a long time, but it was never the right moment. Then with not seein’ you the last few months, I was goin’ crazy. Then seein’ you at the Rumble? And how you look tonight?” His eyes roam over your body and you feel your cheeks flush with heat. “Just couldn’t wait no more.”

Your mind races, searching for a way to reply that will convey the depth of your emotions and feelings, but words are escaping you.

You grab Jey’s shirt and pull him in again for another bruising kiss. The hand on your back clutches you even tighter, his other hand coming to cup your face. His tongue licks into your mouth, deepening the kiss and causing you to moan.

The room feels 10 degrees warmer than it did before, and your hips grind forward to brush with his and you feel heat and desire drip down your spine.

Jey’s hands go to your hips, turning you around to pull your back up against his, and what you felt before against your thigh is even more prominent now against the swell of your ass. He leans in, brushing his lips against your ear.

“Can you feel how much I want you, baby?” He grinds the heat of his dick against you and all rational thought leaves your mind.

You rock your hips to feel every inch of him, this man that you’ve loved for years, before turning back around to cup his cheek in your hand.

“Let’s get outta here.”

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[igncrxntripley]

5. “You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?” with rhea ripley would be so adorable

Nerves

synopsis (from this list of prompts): Y/N tells Rhea about how nervous she gets before her girl's matches.

tags: SFW, nerves/minor anxiety, fem!reader

A/N: this was lowkey difficult to write so i apologize if it's garbage 😭

Rhea and Y/N were truly getting the best of both worlds; not only was Y/N putting in work as Rhea’s manager when they were in front of the cameras, but when they went home they got to be their normal selves. Y/N not only knew and loved Rhea, but she knew and loved Demi. She was convinced it made her the luckiest woman in the world. However, that didn’t mean there weren’t difficult parts of their jobs. 

Y/N got a stomach ache almost every time Demi went into the ring. Both of them had seen so many of their friends and coworkers get seriously injured that Y/N was convinced Demi would be next. They’d also had some close calls which made her even more nervous when thinking about those incidents happening again. 

The two of them were getting ready for a live show where Demi was going into a pretty harsh Street Fight match. Knowing that anything goes in those matches meant so much room for something to go wrong and it had been freaking Y/N out all day. The tell-tale sign that she was nervous or anxious was when she’d begin fidgeting with her fingers, tapping them against things or cracking them to relieve some of the tension. And Demi had started to catch onto it but never asked. 

After the two of them finished getting ready and Demi finished lacing up her boots, she decided to ask Y/N what was going through her mind. She sat next to her girl on the couch in their dressing room, holding her hands so she could focus on their conversation. “You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.” She said to Y/N with a knowing look on her face, making Y/N blush and look down at their hands. “Why?” Demi asked. 

Y/N bit her lip this time and managed to look up at Demi. “I just…your job freaks me out, I guess.” She chuckled awkwardly before looking back down. Demi raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. “It’s your job too, you know?” Y/N rolled her eyes and bumped their shoulders together. “Smart ass.” 

Demi chuckled and pulled Y/N a little closer. “I’m serious, though. Why?” She asked again, letting Y/N take a deep breath before explaining herself. “It just freaks me out when I think about you getting hurt, that’s all. Especially going into these harsh matches.” Demi got it at that moment. Her face fell and she lifted Y/N face up to make eye contact with her. “You know I signed up for this, bug. Right?” She asked her girl softly. 

Y/N nodded and began fidgeting with her girlfriend’s fingers. “Yeah but that doesn’t make it easier.” She said. Demi let out a soft sigh and pulled Y/N into her side. “I just need you to trust that we know what we’re doing. If I didn’t trust myself or anyone I went into the ring with, then I wouldn’t be here.” Demi rubbed Y/N’s arm and kissed the top of her head. “And if I get hurt, then we work through it. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Even though Y/N was still nervous, she knew she needed to trust Demi more than anything. She nodded at her girlfriend’s words and squeezed her arms around her waist. “I can’t promise my nerves will ease at all.” Y/N said softly. Demi nodded and tilted her head again to give her girl a gentle kiss. “It’ll be fine. You just need to trust me.” Y/N trusted Demi with all of her heart, and even though this industry was difficult sometimes when it came to watching the person you loved get hurt, Y/N was happy she was able to do it by Demi’s side.

#wwe x reader #wwe imagine #rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #{:rhea ripley:} #{:prompts:}

[madhatterbri]

Thanksgiving Revelation | Bayley

Summary: You reveal on Thanksgiving that you two are married.

"Don't be nervous about meeting my family. They are going to love you," you repeated for the hundredth time. You locked your fingers in hers. Your thumb rubbed her hand softly. She stared at the road nervously. Her usual cool and calm demeanor now stricken with panic.

"I took away their only chance for them to see their daughter walk down the alter," she deadpanned. Although rather grim look your heart swelled. Only chance. You sometimes wondered if she was serious and this eased your worries.

"It was both of our decision. I just wanted to see you and not deal with the stress of planning and making sure people don't hate each other," you assured her. Her hand brought up to your lips as you kissed her. She nodded slowly and parked in front of the house. "Let's do this,"

Your family welcomed Bayley with open arms. She was charming and made sure to make them laugh. Your dad liked her for being an avid 49ers fan. They talked a good bit about football while watching it on the TV.

Time came for dinner to be served. You made a special plate for Bayley. You spent the night before making some of her favorite. While talking with your mom you didn't notice that your dad took the plate for her off the counter.

Once you turned to grab her plate you noticed it was gone. You grabbed your plate and rushed out to the dining room. You saw your dad place the plate down before him at the head of the table.

He talked to your cousin while unrolling the silverware from his napkin. His laughter filled the room enjoying the time with his family.

"Wait, dad, that plate is for my wife!" You announced. Your family turned to you and then to Bayley. Her cheeks blushed as she waved nervously at the crowd. She would have rather been in the most rowdy arena than here.

The silence in the room was deafening. Your father and mother looked at each other as if begging the other to speak first. Your mother smiled at the two of you.

"Well, I guess we can be thankful to have another daughter in the family,"

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[writers-wind]

GROW A PAIR ! HAVE SOME BALLS!

It's ironic how we use the above to tell someone to have guts and show some courage whereas we use 'pussy' or a 'bitch' which is synonymous to coward or a weakling nowadays.

When biology ( ah biology, the subject which tells us the great difference between men and women) states that a human is only capable of bearing 45 del of pain and during childbirth, a woman with a vagina or a 'pussy' goes through and tolerates around 57 del of pain.

As opposed to the sensitive scrotum or 'balls' which can be damaged by a simple finger flick, let alone if you kick someone in their mighty brave balls and then, well it's not a pretty situation.

So to the men who told me to have some balls and guts,

GROW A DAMN PUSSY AND THEN MAYBE YOU'LL FIND THE RIGHT AUDACITY AND KNOWLEDGE TO SPEAK.

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[theworldofotps]

Don't Change Yourself

Pairing: Finn Balor x OC Rachael Word Count: 1,358 Prompt: I need you, you idiot

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. -------- “Oh, come on now Priest, I know you can look more intimidating than that!”

Rachael smirked looking at the man stood in front of her holding out his Money In The Bank briefcase. Waiting for him to get in position she adjusted the lens on her camera and snapped a few photos.

“That’s much better thank you for your time get out of here before I make you pose for another forty minutes.”

“Take it easy there carino I got things to do, besides I’m pretty sure Finn is next.”

He grinned watching her face flush red at the name of his tag team partner and friend, when Rachael first started working for WWE as a photographer the two had created a fast friendship. It didn’t take him long to connect that she had a thing for him, and between the two men that Finn had one for her as well.

“Keep your mouth shut and take your pretty ass out of here.”

Damian laughed as he left the room making a hasty exit as Rachael flipped him off, with a shake of her head she went about switching the lens on her camera. Finn chuckled walking into the room after seeing Damian leave quickly.

“Priest giving ya trouble again love?”

“Yes, but that’s nothing new for him, alright Balor step on the taped X and I’ll finish getting this all ready.”

She smiled winking at him as she finished getting her camera set up and adjusted to a new height. He wasn’t as tall as Damian, so the stand had to be taken down just a little. Finn smiled to himself and turned so he could hide the heat rising in his face.

“Okay I’m ready for you let’s make some magic.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that statement and it not be made in the bedroom.”

He joked patting himself on the back inside when she laughed out loud and he adjusted his titles one over each shoulder.

“Well, we could always fix that.”

She teased him and lifted the camera adjusting the light and snapping a picture of the surprised look on his face. The two continued to chat as she took a few more pictures and even a short video for social media.

“Alright that’s perfect thank you so much Finn I’ll edit these and get them turned in by the end of the week. I can text you the samples when I finish them if you’d like.”

“Yeah, that would be great thanks so much.”

Finn smiled at her as he picked the titles back up from where he had them set at his feet to show off.

“I was wondering something.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask um, do you.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat Finn rubbed the back of his neck as he was trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for a drink. Rachael turned to look at him from where she was packing away her lenses.

“Do you know if you’re going to be working the next live event?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure but I should know a few weeks before hand so I will let you know then.”

“Okay thank you.”

Finn wanted to say more but the nerves and possible fear of rejection stopped him from voicing his desires.

“Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and leave you to continue your work thanks for taking the time again.”

“You’re welcome I always love when we get to hang out together.”

Rachael smiled softly at him and watched as he waved, leaving the room shaking her head in amusement as she continued to pack her stuff so she could go on her lunch break. Finn groaned once the door shut and slowly started making his way back to the club house.

“Hey how’d your photoshoot go? Did you finally ask her out?”

Damian looked up from his phone and frowned when Finn shook his head plopping into one of the chairs.

“No I chickened out I don’t know what it is I just feel like she wouldn’t go for it I mean have you seen some of the other guys here? They’re so confident and straightforward with her. I just worry that I’ll scare her off, I seen her talking to Drew the other day and they were flirting.”

“She jokingly flirts with everyone man it’s nothing to concern yourself about honestly, I think she’d say yes in a heartbeat if you asked her out.”

Finn sighed looking up at the ceiling as he listened to his friend speak maybe Damian was right, he didn’t know what it was. But when it came to Rachael, he lost almost all of his confidence, he felt as out of place as a school boy.

“Why don’t you just try and channel your Prince Devitt confidence, but you know don’t be a complete dickhead to her.”

“You know that’s not a bad idea.”

Sitting up he thought for a moment he knew that Rachael would be taking photos tonight during a house show, that would be the perfect time to show her he was just as confident as these other guys. When The Judgment Day’s music hit later that night during the house show Finn took a deep breath, he was sort of cocky when it was on tv or the live shows. Tonight, though he planned to take it up just a notch. Walking beside Damian as they slowly made their way down the ramp Finn easily slid into his Prince Devitt character. Spotting Rachael he walked in her direction and started showing off for the camera.

Rachael was more than surprised to see Finn so into the camera and did her best to get the shots that would be presentable. But when he kept getting too close, she frowned and motioned for him to back up a bit.

“I can’t get a good shot if you’re thrusting your abs into the camera Finn this is serious.”

Finn smirked and stepped back continuing to interact with the camera and mess with the fans, he couldn’t help but feel inside that this was not working. After the tag match Finn slipped away backstage and grabbed a water.

“What on earth was that out there?”

Turning when he heard Rachael’s voice Finn opened his water and took a sip raising a brow at her.

“What was what?”

“The way you kept getting too close to the camera, I can’t get good shots when you do that, and you know how important it is for me to do so. There’s nothing wrong with showing off but when it messes with my work then we have a little issue.”

“I’m sorry Rachael it’s just, I never feel confident around you no matter what I do.”

He looked at the floor before back up at her and shifted on his feet as he finally decided to just explain, sure she may laugh at him. But at least he’d finally be able to get these feelings out and maybe salvage their friendship.

“I think you’re just fine Finn you don’t need to go and change yourself for anything. I like our interactions it’s cute seeing you so nervous when we talk, we always have so much fun together.”

“Really? It’s just all these other guys are so confident when they talk to you and I well I really like you and I didn’t think you’d be interested in anything more than friendship with me. I thought if maybe I was more confident, I could get the nerve to ask you out.”

“I need you you idiot, Finn I don’t want you to change yourself for anything I like you for who you are. Maybe if you would have talked to me about this beforehand than you’d know that.”

Rachael said shaking her head as she grabbed his hand holding it in her’s.

“Ask me out for a drink Finn.”

Finn smiles looking at her then clears his throat.

“Rachael, would you like to go out with me to get drinks sometime?”

“I thought you’d never ask I would love to.”

#wwe #finn bálor #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #prompt drabble

[m0shpitpup]

hi friends, i come to you asking for prompts. please leave them in my asks 😭

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[84reedsy]

Okay but picture Scott, Roddy or whoever you think fits this best saying this to you " You know i love you right? Good, because im about to fuck you like i don't"

Yeah...I went with Scott...

Scott Hall was in one of those moods. One that told Michele to steer clear of him until he cooled down.  He would never hurt her,  but to avoid a fight or making things worse,  she kept herself busy in the bedroom, folding clothes,  organizing the bathroom and finally settling on reading a book she'd been putting off for way too long. 

A heated call with his ex, a contentious conversation with his boss, and her credit card statement arriving in the mail - all three within the matter of an hour understandably set him off. Making herself scarce was the best move. 

She could hear him stomping around,  mumbling to himself as he moved through the house as if his little tantrum would solve his problems. She smiled behind the pages as she turned them.  Scott could be such a hot head,  but he always more than made up for any cold shoulder. 

She felt bad that part of it was her doing,  but if he'd just let her get the mail, he'd have never even seen the bill. The dark stare over the top of the creased paper directed at her as she'd walked in his office made her shiver even now as she thought back to it. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” He had dangled the paper in front of him.  She'd fidgeted, knowing she'd broken her promises to watch her spending. 

“I was gonna…”she lied through her teeth.  Scott only huffed an annoyed sigh out of his nose as he stood,  nearly slapping the paper on his desk. 

“Just my fucking lucky day isn't it….” He'd growled, walking away to blow off steam. 

She could hear him now in his gym, weights being racked, music playing loudly,  and even his strained grunts echoed through the halls as he tried to burn off his frustrations. He hadn't even bothered to come to the room to change into workout clothes.  He had to have been pretty upset to work out in jeans. 

Michele tried to think of ways to make it up to him - she could get a job to work while he was gone to help pay it back. She wrinkled her nose,  rereading the same page a second time due to her own distraction. She would apologize and mean it of course…but that probably wouldn't be enough. 

“He likes a good steak…” she mused aloud, wondering if a nice dinner reservation might help.  But her trying to throw money at a problem seemed to be part of the issue,  so she scratched that idea, “Maybe a little excursion to The Landing Strip…” Scott still enjoyed a visit to a strip club or two. Michele had to admit she didn't mind him going and she loved going with him even more. 

Of course being around that many naked women turned him on. She did not feel jealously when he'd slip a few dollars in a g-string or ample cleavage, because only she was what his hands touched. They'd barely make it to the car before he was inside of her in some way. 

Michele grinned thinking about the time they only made it to the car…but not in it.  It was a miracle they weren't arrested. Perhaps there might be a private room available for her to reserve. 

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Scotts muscles bulged under the heavy weights. He pushed himself past his limits. His negative energy was coursing through him. He pressed the heavy bar upwards a few more times before racking it safely above him.  His chest was taut and sweaty,  rising and falling quickly with each labored breath. He sat up,  raking his hand through his damp hair. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he dried the sweat from his face. 

Adrenaline and testosterone were fueling him now,  the irritation he felt dictating both. He had a lot more things he'd thought of to say to his ex.  He had a few choice words for his boss that he honestly hoped the tiny man would choke on. 

And as for Michele, while she didn't purposefully push his last button - she'd sent him over the edge today. Whether or not she had so on purpose, she was here and she'd have to deal with what he wanted. 

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Michele hung up the phone,  knowing the room she'd reserved might have been a risk with the deposit she'd put down. But she seem his cares all melt away before with a good lap dance.

She was feeling proud of herself, smug as she tried to find where she left off in her book. She jumped though when the door to their room flew open and Scott stalked in, slamming it behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide-eyed and holding her breath a little. 

There was a hungry look in his eyes and it was anything but gentle. 

“Scott, I-” she started with an almost meek voice,  but he cut her off abruptly.

“I don't want to hear it,” he said bluntly. She felt her mouth grow dry as her book fell to her lap slowly. 

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer as she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes from his. Her heart hammered heavily against her chest,  knowing what he wanted and what he would do to get it. 

“Good,” he undid his belt roughly, slipping it out of the belt loops in an aggressive, swift move,  “because I'm about to fuck you like I don't,”

#reedsy answers asks #scott hall #wrestling smut prompts #wrestling #wrestling fanfiction #wwe #wcw #wwf #nwo

[visionarystoryteller]

Get Down Tonight || Roman Reigns

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Inspired by ‘Get Down Tonight’ by KC and The Sunshine Band

Warnings: Implied smut

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X Reader - You

Roman Reigns - The Tribal Chief - Leati ‘Joe’ Anoa’i

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It was one of the bigger executives idea to throw a disco themed party about 2 weeks before Summerslam. Everyone was still stressed from the last pay per view and needed some unwinding before they all snapped and caused serious injury to themselves or each other at summerslam.

You weren’t talent per say, well not athletically speaking. You were one of the few interviewers that traveled between Raw and Smackdown. It was tiring but it was a fun job to be close to different talents all the time. You had grown quite close to the smackdown talents, some say even close with the one and only Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns. You had started your job the same day he had returned from being home for the worlds shutdown of the coronavirus. He was all tall and brooding with an air of confidence and power that nearly knocked you on your ass the first time you interviewed him. His deep voice that held a small tone of sultry, god was it heaven. Then there was his facial hair that just complimented his chiseled face, the gods had taken their time with him. After the show had closed that night, he and his cousins, introduced themselves properly, totally different from some of the other talents who seemed to maintain character even after the show needed. While the twins and Solo seemed to follow him wherever he may go, you two still managed to get closer, which was a surprise to his cousins as during shutdown, he finalized his divorce and swore off looking at women and pursuing anything…boy how was he wrong when you came into the picture. Something with you just struck him and slowly over time on camera, the tension shifted and fans noticed how he was with you. He even made sure you traveled as their personal interviewer because Joe wouldn’t talk with anyone else. All noticed by their colleagues.

So here you were, meeting the bloodline at the party, dressed in a fringe silver dress that made you feel absolutely beautiful.

Joe entered the banquet hall with the twins, Jon and Josh along with Sefa. Joes eyes scanned the hall, no doubt looking for you. You were being pulled around by different people, mingling, trying to catch your own glimpse to see if Leati was here. He may have seemed liked he hated being called by his first name, as most addressed him as Joe, but when you said it he loved it. You both had caught glimpses of each other the whole night it seemed liked, never crossing paths. That was until the music finally played. That was when the real party had started.

The room filled with the guitars of Kc and the Sunshine Bands ‘Get Down Tonight’. Joe looked across the dance floor that was becoming more filled with people and caught your eyes.

“Honey-honey, me and you

And do the things, ah, do things that we like to do”

Sefa watched as his older cousin had his eyes locked on you and signaled the twins to watch. Joe, completely ignoring his family, rose his finger and called to you with the ‘come here’ motion. The two of you like moths to a flame found each other. Joe reach his hand out to you, you put it in his own, and he spun you to him, the fringes of your dress going crazy with the movement. Joe looked down at you, having your back to his chest.

“Y/N” he whispered in sultry to you.

“Leati” you reply breathlessly, before he spins you back out, arms length away.

“Baby-baby, I’ll meet you- same place, same time

Where we can get together, and ease up our mind”

You and Joe moved fluidly to the music, his hands on your waist every chance he got to help move your hips to the beat.

Everyone around you was aware of how engrossed you two looked with one another. It was as of if the rest of the world ceased to exist.

The way your body moved and rolled along with Joes was erotic on its own, but was only heightened with the looks he kept giving you.

With your back to his chest as the line of the song ‘get down tonight’ replayed you swung your hips low to the floor with your arms still touching and reaching for him behind you. Joe reached down and picked you up with ease, tossing you in the air to turn you around and caught you, right leg instinctively wrapping around his hip and thigh. Joe looked down at you to see you looking at him with hooded eyes before dipping you back to watch you roll back up to his chest, his hand caressing your back the whole time before holding you to him before repeating the process once more and keeping you a little always away from his face.

“You keep rolling your body like that and I will bend you over the closest table in front of all our colleagues “ Joe rasped quietly to you. You looked at him with doe eyes.

“Maybe I want you to Leati” you whisper as the song starts coming to a close. Joes jaw ticks as he looks at you with dark eyes. Joe brings his face to you neck and bite behind your ear, the process being covered by both of your hairs, so no one could see. You let out a moan that was almost noticeable to everyone else around as the song died down.

“You better get the pretty ass down tonight for me” Joe whispered as the song ended and kept you close. You looked into his eyes and nodded.

Everyone who watched you two dance clapped and couldn’t stop talking about the two of you, but the two of you didn’t pay attention as Joe whisked you put the banquet hall out to the suv and got you in before getting in himself.

“Oh, do a little dance, make a little love

Get down tonight”

#visionarystoryteller #storytellingg #storytellerguniverse #storytellerg writes #storyteller prompts #storytellerg #wwe #disco songs #kc and the sunshine band #roman reigns #leati anoai #tribal Chief #roman reigns x reader #x reader #imagines #wwe imagines #wrestling imagines #fanfiction #the bloodline #bloodline imagines #acknowledge me #acknowledge him #tribalchief daddy #daddy reigns

[mamirhodessxox]

Hi pookies!! <3 Here are requests I will accept for Cody 🤗‼️ (I promise i’ll write about other people soon but rn I’m hyperfixated)

Please send requests guys i’m so desperate

Cody Rhodes Headcanons

Cody Blurbs

Cody Series Ideas

Cody Imagines

Cody smut

Cody fluff

Cody oneshots

Undashing!Cody Rhodes

Dashing!Cody Rhodes

Black Hair!Cody Rhodes

Vampire!Cody

Dilf!Cody

Body Guard!Cody

Frat!Cody

Mafia!Cody

Stalker!Cody

Dark!Cody

Single Dad!Cody

FWB!Cody (Friends with benefits)

EWB!Cody (Enemies or Exes with benefits)

Neighbor!Cody

I will not write anything involving Step-cest, incest, r&p3 or abusive!!!

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#oh my fucking goooood #cody rhodes #cody rhodes x you #wwe imagine #cody rhodes fic #cody rhodes imagine #wwe smackdown #cody rhodes smut #wweedit #cody rhodes fanfic #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes edit #cody rhodes gif #wwe cody rhodes #wwe fanart #wwe fanfiction #wwe edit #writing prompts #whining about writing instead of actually writing #writing community #writing #please send requests #wwe superstars #wwe raw #wwe live event #wwe #wwe gifs #cody wwe #stardust wwe #undashing cody rhodes

[lurafita]

Malec WWE AU

Okay, so there was a time when I was a little obsessed with WWE. And for whatever reason, I just remembered that. So, can you picture the guys in a setting like this? Doesn't even have to necessarily be wrestling, maybe more mixed martial arts. But there are cameras backstage and fights and lots of "entertainment". That training fight scene with Alec and Magnus is living rent free in my head and I would just like more of that, you know?

As it always does, my brain went right to "backstory" Mode. -

So, Alec was classicly trained, in a studio, with professional trainers and wrestling and other fighting styles have been practiced in his family for generations and are highly regarded. There is a philosophy to it, a feeling of honor. Alec's parents actually weren’t happy when their son went to the WWE (or MMAE) with his talents, but Alec argued that this might be able to help get the younger generation to look at the sport as something more than bashing each other for the entertainment value of the audience. (And, well, also money. Because while there is a familial wealth to the Lightwood name, Alec would like to be a bit more independent from them. And if he gets famous enough, gets his name out there, maybe he could open up an mma studio where he can then teach kids and adults alike the real sport.)

Magnus comes from a poor background and an even poorer neighborhood. If you didn’t know how to defend yourself, you were prey. When he was old enough to not be turned away by the guards immediately, he started fighting in underground rings for money. Fighting was never anything more for him than a means to make enough money to eat and survive. One night, a fighter manager looking for new talent happens to be at one of those underground rings and sees Magnus. He gets signed almost right away. And just months later, Magnus has money and a measure of security and is rising in fame. Without the worries of his past nibbling at his heels, he lives it up. Make it grand, make it a show, have some fun! Fighting was never fun before. It was survival. But now, Magnus lives.

Alec and Magnus would probably start out as kinda enemies, at least in Alec's mind. Because Alec thinks that Magnus is only in it for the show and the fame and the glory. That he has no respect for the Art as it is. And in a way, he is right. Magnus doesn't respect the art of fighting the way others in their line of work do. He didn’t learn it because he wanted to, but because he needed to. He will never feel the things that Alec does where fighting is concerned. But that doesn’t mean he doesn't have his own version of respect for it.

Once Alec understands that, he is even more in awe of Magnus than he was.

They both grow to learn and understand each other, without having to conform to the other's view. Magnus will never be able to see fighting as something inherently good, but he respects that Alec does. Alec will never see fighting as a mere tool, be he respects that Magnus does.

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #malec prompt #mma figthers malec #mundane malec au #think wwe but not limited to wrestling #I mean technically the wwe is also not limited to wrestling #but like you know what I mean #Alec is very traditional and technical in his fighting #while Magnus is more adaptive and creative in his fighting #for alec fighting formed him and helped him and he loves it #for magnus it was a way of survival that he hated to have to need but was glad that he had it

[eradicatorhea]

Question...? - Finn Balor one-shot

Finn Balor angst that has been in my mind since Monday

I haven't wrote angst in a long time so bare with me pls :,)

set after/during the events of June 5th RAW main event, ft. demon balor

Enjoy <33

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“Why are you here?”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar question. Finn Balor had been asked it, several times in several countries and cities. He always had an answer. For work, for vacation, to watch an event nearby. And it was always a satisfactory answer.

There was no answer that the Irishman could give to wipe the look of disappointment off the face of Damian Priest. Really, he didn’t have an answer. He had no excuse for breaking Damians agreement with his opponent of no backup. Instead he just sat there, back against the barricade, hand ghosting over his throat. All he could do was watch.

His eyes were trained on the towering Puerto Rican and his opponent, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Why are you here?”

The formerly innocent question plagued his mind. He was the prince, the danger of the Judgement Day, and formerly, the Demon. He knew who he was, all of his gimmicks were created for a purpose, a persona for him to play to fit whatever situations arise. So why was he, Finn Balor, zoning out on the floor, watching his friend and stablemate get pinned for a three count, and feeling nothing?

He didn’t hear the bell ring. All he heard was that repeated question, playing like a broken record.

—

“Why are you here?”

The same terrible question was asked to him just moments later, in a dark room, staring at his reflection.

Balor knew he messed up. Truly, he did, but he was still unable to speak, to explain and apologize to Rhea and Dominik, who he’d left behind to try to help, and to beg for the forgiveness of the punishment, Damian Priest. He couldn’t look them in the eye, so he went alone, to some abandoned dressing room and shut off the lights. He made his way to the sink and mirror in one corner, furthest from the door, and splashed water on his face.

It was then that he heard it.

“Why are you here, little prince?”

Finn turned around, finding himself still alone. He muttered to himself that he’s just paranoid, and must be hearing things. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Turning back to face the sink, he realized the mirror, and the creature looking back at him.

Balor came face to face with the Demon, a part of himself he kept locked away for a long time. The two were just separated by the barrier of the mirror. Black, red and purple grinned back at the serious, pale expression on the other side.

Balor opened his mouth to speak, but the Demon beat him to it.

“They don’t need you anymore, Balor. They haven’t since… well, since before Wrestlemania.” The Demons teeth shone, pearly white daggers visible with every word.

“That's not true and you know it.” Balor spat back, crossing his arms.

“Hm. You’re correct, little prince. They don’t need you. They don’t want you.” The Demon cackled, throwing its head back in laughter. “Not even good ol’ Edge wanted you, Finn. He wanted me. You know it’s true.”

“Why are you here, Finn Balor, and why am I not?”

#send me prompts #wwe judgement day #judgement day #damian priest #rhea ripley #finn bálor #finn balor #dominik mysterio #dom mysterio #monday night raw #wwe #fics #one shot #angst ish #demon balor #demon balor mention #tjd isnt breaking up its just the demon being silly #wwe raw #the judgement day wwe

[afterdarkprincess]

Can you do 5 with Sami and Jey please 🫶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

“I don’ know-“

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

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

“But Jey- you hated me then!”

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

“Good crazy or bad crazy?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you think about?”

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

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

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

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

“Like that?” He whispers when they part.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jey smiles wild, “And more, babe.”

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

[taydaq]

SAMIJEY MATING PRESS RIGHT NOW PLEASE (FOAMING AT THE MOUTH)

I APOLOGIZE WITH HOW LATE THIS IS, BUT... I'm not a HUGE fan of the mating press angle and decided to meet you half way... LOL. I hope this works for you!

click here for the full drawing on AO3! (need an account to view)

@samijey, @pbdanni20, @imabillyami, @mahi-wayy, @darthsyd-ious, and @harmshake!

#my art #samijey #sami zayn x jey uso #requests #prompts #anon #wwe ships #ship art #again #I'm sorry if I missed anyone in the tags

[madhatterbri]

Demon of Love | F.B.

Summary: They make cheesy Valentines Day cards for each other together with their favorite candy attached.

Requested by @theworldofotps

Pure fiction.

You pulled the baked goods from the oven and closed the door with your foot before placing the hot pan on the cooling rack. Today was the day before Valentine's Day, and you were hard at work making sure the Valentine's Day party was perfect for your students. They did really well on mid-year testing, and they deserved a break.

You sat back down on the kitchen chair to continue your arts and crafts project. Different colored juice boxes sat at your table. You glued different types of arts and crafts pieces to make them look like little bugs. They were called love bug juices.

To curb the sugar intake, you decided to buy other snacks for the kiddos. Bags of chips are also laid out on the table. They had a tiny clip on them with a sign that said they were all that and a bag of chips! Bananas of all sizes laid on the table with a sticker that read I'm bananas for you.

Your boyfriend came home from the gym. He announced his return after working out at the gym. You called back to him that you were in the kitchen. He walked towards your location and stopped suddenly.

"Holy moly," Finn spoke with, his eyes widened. It was like walking into your classroom on the last day of school. The kitchen was littered with fun things for the students.

"Sorry, I promise I will clean it up," you apologized sheepishly. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

"Need any help?" He offered. You gladly accepted.

Within an hour, the rest of the treats were done. Finn helped you by loading them into the car. You cleaned up the kitchen to look presentable once more. The last little things on the table were leftover arts and crafts supplies. A cute idea popped into your head.

"Honey, I'm finished," he informed you and leaned against the doorway.

"I have some leftover candy. Want to make some cheesy Valentine's Day cards with me, my prince of love?" You asked and showed him the snack size of his favorite candy.

"Feeling festive, aren't we darling?" He asked and sat at the opposite side of you.

The kitchen was filled with laughter and talks of the memories you made together. A couple of times, the two of you caught the other sneaking candy for themselves. Before the end of the night, you were sitting on his lap. A wine bottle lay empty on the table. His finger traced random shapes on your back. Your head was laid on his shoulder.

"I must confess darling. This was so much better than the ones I made growing up," he admitted and handed you the card he made for you. He drew himself in demon form. He wrote that you bring out his inner demon of love. You couldn't help but laugh at the cheesiness.

You placed your favorite candy in your mouth and handed him the card you made him. A pizza in the shape of a heart was drawn in the middle of the card. The words "Here's your cheesy valentines Day" card were around the drawing. He tried to keep his laugh in. The alcohol put the two of you in a giggly mood.

You stood up from his lap, swaying a little from the alcohol. "I'm just honored to be in the same room as the demon of love,"

"I may be your demon of love," he smiled and grabbed your hand. He started to lead you towards the bedroom. "But I can show you how much of a demon in other things I can be,"

#wwe fanfiction #finn balor x y/n #finn balor x you #finn balor x reader #finn balor #valentines day prompts #valentines day

[bittersweetastoria]

Okay so I don’t usually do this stuff, OBVIOUSLY. But like, random sleepy idea. I had to write it out. So yeah.. enjoy I guess. Lil drabbly drab of sleepy but entirely too exhausted to sleep without a little help Rhea. Totally innocent so no warnings.

“Dems?” You began, catching notice of your girlfriend who just couldn’t seem to get situated. She kept moving. Almost tossing and turning, but she was gentler than that so not to disturb you too much. Feeling the bed shift again, you move slightly to try again. “Babe, What gives? If this bed rocks again I’m going to get sea sick.” You joke, looking over at her as she sat up a bit to match you. “Sorry baby, I just can’t seem to stay asleep. I can drift off, then BOOM.” Rhea began, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she looked at you. In that moment, any slight annoyance melted off you. Those eyes seriously had you under a spell. Shaking your head in amusement, you smiled softly as you reached for the book you’d left abandoned in your lap. “Would you like me to read you a bedtime story?” You joked, expecting some glare or retort. So when she didn’t answer at first, you looked to her again. Her face screamed torn. It was adorable actually. She was so exhausted though, being champion came with a lot of sleepless nights and long as fuck days. It was obviously taxing on her, especially after having just gone back home for a bittersweet family gathering. Unable to stop yourself, your hand raked through her dark messy locks. “Could you?” She finally spoke without looking at you yet, that came when your hand paused midway through her hair. When she did, you saw a side of her you rarely did. In fact, you’d only seen it when she’d gotten news about her grandmother. That look had you cracked open and willing to do anything to prevent her from ever looking that way again. Soundlessly, You opened your arms and let her into them. Once she was comfy against you and you’d settled comfortably as well, you pulled the book up and began reading softly without ever making any of your playful comments that you’d usually do. In your heart, you knew now wasn’t the time. After reading for a little while, you notice how her body had finally fully relaxed and her breathing was steadily even. Closing the book, you sit it aside on the nightstand carefully before pressing your lips gently to her head. “This is our little secret.” You mummer softly before moving ever so gently to lay your head down on your pillow, your arms snuggly around her as you get comfy and drift off to sleep yourself. Counting your blessings that she trusted you so much, and that you had each other for this little hidden moments of weakness that you knew the other would never exploit.

#reader x Rhea Ripley #rhea ripley fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #my writing #idk I’m a sucker for this woman and just had to go with the idea #if it sucks pls don’t tell me #anyways yeah lemme know if you got a prompt for me to try I guess?? I’m willing to try any.

[theworldofotps]

Phonecall (Drabble)

Pairing: Bayley x OC Melissa Word Count:388 Prompt: I've been thinking about you all day' 'If you just called to get off on my voice I'm hanging up.

For my dear @melissahausen (She's also Scottish so when she calls Bayley a name it's a term of endearment) --------- Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose​ @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​​ @seeingstarks​@whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ---------- Melissa groaned flopping onto her bed after a long day at work she was so tired and couldn’t be arsed to do anything at the moment. She just wanted to cozy up under her blankets, watch some true crime docs and cuddle with her girlfriend. Considering the latter was away touring she would just have to be happy with the blanket and docs. Laying still for a few minutes longer she drags herself off the bed and goes to the bathroom. Grabbing a quick shower and changing into her favorite pajamas, Melissa walked back into the bedroom.

After grabbing her phone and remote Melissa sits down leaning against her pillows, going to her contacts she decided to call Bayley.

“Please pick up.”

She mumbled listening to the phone ring a few times and just before she hung up her girlfriend answered.

“Hey gorgeous sorry I was finishing up an interview but I’m going back to my hotel now.”

“Hi baby, that’s okay I just wanted to talk to you, I’ve been thinking about you all day and I miss you a lot.”

“I miss you too babe I should be home Monday evening so only three more days.”

“Can’t wait.”

Melissa smiled as she put on a true crime but left the sound off so she could still hear.

“So, tell me about the interview.”

She smiled listening as Bayley rattled on giving the occasional yes and mhm when appropriate she couldn’t help but slightly zone out. She loved when her girlfriend got passionate about her work it made her heart warm.

“If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

“What?”

“You I asked a question and all I got was noises.”

“Sorry Bay, I just love listening to you talk about work and I kind of zoned out a little.”

“Oh, okay we’ll I’m nearly at the hotel how about after I shower, I’ll facetime you.”

“Sure you don’t wanna face time me when you’re in the shower?”

Melissa smiled as Bayley laughed, she could imagine the look on her girl’s face.

“We both know you’d be a whimpering whining mess before I even finished the shower.”

“You’re awfully cocky you silly cow.”

“I know my girlfriend now be a good girl watch a true crime doc and I’ll call you soon.”

#bayley #bayley x oc melissa #bayley fanfiction #wwe #prompt drabble