"You’re making a big deal out of nothing." / cora & jay 👿
jay stops his words, stops the motion of his hand too. he is. he’s making a big deal of it because to him it is – to him, knowing cora was hanging out with another dude, is a big deal. it’s a big deal because crap … how much longer could he do it ? how much longer could he pretend without the words slipping ? how much longer can jay act like all the fucking and fighting is just fucking and fighting and not fucking and a silent scream for attention ?
❛ nothing. of course it’s fuckin’ nothing when you hang out with moxley at a show i invited you to. ❜ he huffs. hurt. but looks away – keeps that part isolated from her. she wouldn’t get it anyway because … in truth, he doesn’t think they get each other at all. jay doesn’t get her. perhaps he would never get why this … they – why it’s not enough for her. ❛ i’m taking the guest room. ❜ said bitterly as he pushes back from the table they’d shared take out at after a long flight from whatever city back to orlando – a place that isn’t home in a house that, maybe, isn’t his.
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maybe he’s dumb for it. naive. gullible enough to give cody a second chance after … getting burned once before. but – was he going to send him off when he’d hoped there’s a second chance for them ? would that have made him feel any better ? better than laying wrapped up in him in a bed that isn’t his … ❛ i’m okay. ❜ he mumbles. nods. turns in the embrace of strong arms to change a spooning position into facing each other. dark eyes looking back at light blue ones, a hand finds the back of cody’s head, fingertips pressing against his skull gently. he wishes they could be like this always. that there’d be no messy past, no broken hearts. no doubt. his forehead falls against his. eyes closed. nerve wracking but … comforting at the same time. ❛ do you have to go soon ? ❜ at which he pulls himself just that much closer as if he fears it might all slip from his hands again.
for a romantic starter . kota @sickfcks
an arm drapes around kota’s body, pulling him in close to his own with a gentle kiss pressed against his cheek on that pretty face. he’s being extra gentle for once, fingers constantly brushing up and down along bare skin to keep him reassured that he’s not going anywhere — definitely not leaving like the way he used to all those months ago. this feels different. both in a scary and a good way but he tries not to focus on that side of things. “ are you feeling okay? ”
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"You’re making a big deal out of nothing." [Mox -> Roman]
he chuckles – knows the other isn’t as much of a fan of his birthday as roman is. he never asked about it but … assumed it might be because jon never really got to celebrate his birthday when he was younger. things are different now. their life is different. and roman, even if his boyfriend complains, is going to make a big deal of his birthday every years. ❛ uh-hu. ❜ as he walks to the fridge to get the tray of birthday muffins. ❛ maybe you’ll change your mind after breakfast, huh ? ❜ t he baked goods with the ‘ happy birthday ‘ picks are sat before him and roman looks at him with warm eyes when he reaches out to run a hand over a the stubble on his head, then leans forward to leave a kiss there too. ❛ i’ll look away so you can stop pretending you hate this. ❜
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he feels … surprised mostly. willow doubting him was a surprise, yeah. orange pushes hands deeper into the pockets of his jeans jacket, shrugs and draws his gaze away where he hides behind sunglasses. would it really be that out of pocket if yet another friend stopped believing him ? stopped believing in him ? probably not. yet … wouldn’t sting any less if it were true. ❛ i didn’t. ❜ he said certainly. ❛ i wouldn’t have brought it up if i wasn’t sure. ❜
@sickfcks continued from here.
There were a lot of things she could say about him, however him being a liar wasn’t one of those things. Out of everyone she was friends with, he had been the one to step up most for her — so why would he lie about what he had heard? Better yet why couldn’t she bring herself to believe it just yet?? “I didn’t mean it like that.” She quickly replied, apologetic eyes lingered. “I just meant, maybe you misheard her.” Of course deep down she knew it was true, after all it wouldn’t be the first time someone she thought was a close friend was talking trash behind her back.
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there was a time when he could count the grays on his head and in his beard on one hand. these days ? he woke up with a couple of new ones every days. this – stuff like this, was partially to blame for it. a large hand comes up, palm running down his face, fingertips pinching his eyes ; not because of the sight, not because of the blood. perhaps, because of the lack of need to cut the guy open ( and yet he can’t even argue about it with her, prone to violence more often than not too … ) – ❛ babygirl if you think i’m lookin’ anywhere but you when you’re playing with a knife like that … ❜ but he trails off at the groaning of the wounded guy. ❛ so what’s the next question, huh ? gonna ask him if he wants to call his momma ? ❜
♡ ( 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 ' accepting ) 💐 roman / @sickfcks
❛ i slipped ❜ shoulders shrug. shimmer of delicate gold blade dancing around her fingertips, sharp point pressing against the smooth fleshy pad of one, not enough to draw blood, yet a sharp pinch of contact, enough to remind her that she was tragically still alive and bored. ❛ he was in the way of my aim ❜ the second lie she's told in a matter of seconds. she's got a picture perfect aim and they both know it. doesn't matter anyway, nothing but a small flesh wound that a few stitches wouldn't fix. ❛ next question, because you're obviously looking at me like that for a REASON ❜
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❛ if only traffic would do that … ❜ liv sighs – dramatically. the suspense though … it is part of the game, part of the thrill. part of why she shifts her weight and presses her ass a little closer to him, in a small motion rubbing against him through his suit. truly, traffic and a crammed car wouldn’t be as bad as they were if they all left the venue earlier. by now the streets were blocked with people who left the stadium around the same time as they did and now ? now she’s leaning her head to the side to lean against his. ❛ i hope you got some … stamina left. your match tonight was so brutal. ugh. ❜
he’s avoiding the gaze of anyone else in the car right now, eyes watching out the window while a smirk slowly tugs onto his lips at the sound of that voice so close to his ear. “ i like the sound of that ” words are just barely above a whisper, only enough for her to hear. his hand squeezes at her lower-back again, slowly moving down as much as he can without any lingering eyes catching on — this is a lot harder with a whole group around them but he doesn’t mind the tension one bit “ we need to hurry up then ”
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he is a lightweight. no matter how often he tried to prove that he isn’t … he is. so he gave up on trying to prove and accepted it as what it is. the excessive drinking, the wild parties – they aren’t really for him anyway. those first few months in tokyo, when he had moved to london … all moments when the rush of a new home, a big city had gotten to him and ended in embarrassing short nights with his stomach turning after one too many beers and even more embarrassing hangovers the next day. perhaps, at heart, he’d always just be that guy from a small town on an island with many small towns. a tranquil life between sheep and mountains, beaches and storms. and if so … then by now he’d grown out of trying to be anything else.
a corona and one tequila shot that he’d let juice talk him into and he’s done with it. the thought of a second beer dry his mouth, causing his stomach to bubble. nah. this is enough. the slight buzz that’d fade before leaving this party … more than enough. jay doesn’t like the feeling of drunkenness, doesn’t like the lack of control. doesn’t like losing touch with himself like that. so, he reaches for water – cooled and refreshing, hopefully. before he can reach it, fingertips brush against somebody else’s hand and when he turns his head ( apologetic smile ready on his lips ) feels even more out of place than he does half the time amongst his colleagues.
❛ yeah. and you’re … lottie, right ? ❜ as if he had forgotten, huh ? he hadn’t. their introduction brief but … the depth of her eyes something like a deep breath taken and released after a hoke to the top of a mountain. relieving in the most primal way. the type of comfort he forgets to feel in the rush that his life became since signing with aew. jay reaches for the water bottle to undo the lid, then for a plastic cup. fills it. offers it to her before pouring himself some too. ❛ not a fan of beer ? ❜
a hand comes up to brush back a few strands that came loose from his half up, half down hairstyle. in a room full of people ( drunk and drunker people ) he feels warm in the suit even though he got rid of the jacket already, rolled up sleeves of a white button down. or perhaps … his skin feels hot and damp when they look back at each other because he doesn’t really want to head back to the table where the lads go for another round of shots.
a halfway plotted starter for @sickfcks
it isn't her scene – after work parties had always felt like showing up for a group project she'd not really contributed to; but there'd been an insistence she come tonight, pleading faces of a few of the girls that she couldn't quite say no to. so lottie had come, changed out of her scrubs and into the comfort of an old pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, and settled herself against a wall – a pretty little wallflower, doing her best to stave off any further interest in herself with her silence.
she'd perfected the idea of it – that she was pretty but uninteresting, little more than the hired nurse their boss kept around to make sure they weren't harming themselves more than they should have been. easier to not explain that she'd gotten the job in the first place due to a familial connection that'd stemmed back a few decades, that nepotism was alive and well – even if she was good at her job. it kept things calm, ensured her peace; ensured she didn't ever wake up to a litany of messages from her parents telling her she'd further embarrassed their good name.
but she could only pretend to be sipping on the beer that'd been given to her for so long – before thirst actually kicked in, and she found herself lingering away from her post and closer to the drinks table. fingers wrapping around a bottle of cooled water at the same time a much larger hand sought to seek its claim upon the same bottle, delicate fingertips grazing against unknown hand in a soft movement before her wrist retracts and large blue eyes are raising to find the man attached to it.
“ sorry, go ahead. ” spoken with a smile, expecting to see someone she knows – expecting for it to be anyone she's moderately more familiar with than the reality. “ . . . jay, right? ” a hastily given introduction earlier on in the night, but lottie was certain that'd been the name he'd offered.
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Roman Reigns is everything they say he is. He is everything he is cracked up to be.
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he isn’t looking at himself – has seen black curls gone wild and loose from where they were tied to a bun at the nape of his neck earlier and has seen enough with that. this … it’s about her. about watching the tension with which she clings to control day by day slip and fall one by one, thrust by thrust. if not for the secure grip on her, perhaps boston’s shaking thighs would have given out by now – an arm across her torso, large palm covering one half of her chest.
roman feels it, feels his cock getting clenched around each time that he drives forward even though he barely pulled out … making sure she feels all of him now that she’s riding so close to the edge. grunts, groans, shamelessly, so close to her ear and keeps dark, possessive eyes on her through the mirror before them. he’s not done with her. they’re not done with each other.
♡ ( 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 ' accepting ) 💐 roman / @sickfcks
circle of condensation, hot exhale of breath had previously met glass with her own dishevelled reflection little more than a blur. might have even been a smudge of lipstick against the sheen surface. it's sordid, dirty, the accumulation of him once again thinking her words fell with a nagging tone. lust and tension was the nature of the beast.
words failed to leave the gap between parted lips, lungs fighting for air between pants, gasps, sweet nothings of pure sin. arms locked with his, tugged backwards each time her back DARED to lull forwards from the sweat glazed expanse of his tattooed chest. ❛ i ... ❜ exclamation of oncoming orgasm little more than an angelic squeal by the time it reached the tip of her tongue, body alight, limbs aching, wave of please like an oncoming tidal wave.
[ mirror ] our muses have sex in front of a mirror
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he feels out of place when he is here. even though he understands more now, understands most of what people say around him in a language that isn't his mother tongue … he still feels out of place. knows he doesn’t belong here, doesn’t go here. it’s not like many made an effort to make him feel differently but – kota is trying to be okay with it for the sake of cody. he could suck up a night of quietness in a place full of people every now and then. could bear coming back here years after the few times he wrestled in a wwe ring. the grief of failing to set foot here had passed so long ago … it’s a small price to pay now that he’s holding his boyfriend closely to his chest, a hand running over stubbly bleached hair, tip of his nose pressed against his temple. ❛ all okay ? ❜ kota lowers his voice, not letting go regardless of eyes on them.
summerslam based starter for @sickfcks ( kota )
beaten and bruised after the match, cody quickly makes his way for kota, a little more eager than usual to find him for support. tonight feels a little bit different than usual. like there’s a weight on his shoulders or something stupid like that. he’s not all that good when it comes to talking about things out loud and instead he just wraps his arms around kota the moment he finds him. he’s cody’s support system in a way like no other, years and years after all of that trouble they’d been through and now he was able to be a little more real infront of him rather than playing pretend
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he holds him there for a moment. close to his chest. a silent reminder that, regardless of what happened, roman has not given up on him. hopes he never will … there is a brief moment when he wants to argue about brushing teeth but – he lets it go. enough has happened for a night. jon trots to the bed, sleeps so soon that he probably doesn’t notice roman helping him out of boots, helping him out of denim which would feel stiff against his skin in the morning. maybe he doesn’t notice a blanket being pulled over him. doesn’t feel the touch of lips to the side of his head. but it is all there. it is all there before roman goes to ready himself for sleep.
he wakes with traces of a headache – blames it on dehydration and dreams that kept his sleep light. bones feel heavy, so heavy that for a moment ( before clarity gets him ) he doesn’t remember the shattered lamp and the not hopefully not so drunk boyfriend next to him. instead, under the fabric of a blanket that isn’t theirs, feels for jon’s hand. intertwines their fingers. perhaps a couple of more minutes of this before facing the day … he misses him. fuck. roman misses his man and feels himself slipping into consciousness further the more he wonder what it would take to rescue him …
This wasn't suppose to be how things go when they finally get time together between opposite schedules. He let the demons of his divorce and talks of getting custody possibly taken away if he didn't get the drinking under control. Thing is, Renee helped get him sober as well as Nora- but to get hit with a divorce afterwards really through him for a loop. One that Joe had to be included in unfortunately. He's one lucky son of a bitch and sooner or later this man would see what a lost cause he is.
A small squeeze to his knee made tired, wet and glazed over blues meet his lovers handsome face. Soft, unlike a little while ago and he nodded. Mox didn't know how to apologize without hurting himself or others in the process. Usually bad with words in general if it didn't have anything to do with wrestling. When Joe told him to get rest, he held onto the Samoan before standing and wobbly making it to their bed. Course he's right- tonight was way past over. Hours ago, honestly. As soon as Jon's face hit the pillow he's out like a light with exhaustion. One leg hanging off the bed in the process, hand too. Tomorrow would be a new day of making it up to the slightly older stud.
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when cody enters her personal space, she is all instinct and no thinking. her arms find their way around his neck, renee pulls herself flush against him – chest to chest, belly to belly. eyes flutter close when his lips touch hers. renee can hear her own heartbeat in her ears, her chest so full, head light and … and she melts right into him as if they have done this a million times before. as if she’s been caught between a locker room door and cody a million times before and right then and there wishes, hopes even ; that she’ll find herself here another million times. a curious tongue rolls forward, tries to taste him where she presses against lips first, then another tongue. fingertips in the blonde of his hair– holding on and perhaps … pulling on the strands just a little.
he finds it nearly impossible to resist her. one look is all that it takes to get him weak in the knees, taking her hand without question and eagerly following along into the free lockerroom. there isn’t much guilt behind it, he’s so blind to it, completely devoted to her for the moment that it is whether it’s a one time thing or permanent .
once they actually made it inside he’s staring at her with a different look in his eyes, breath hitching in his throat at how utterly beautiful he finds her. “ all you had to do was ask ” there’s a rush behind the thrill that he never thought he’d feel before. the subtle glances in the hallway did that for him every other week but this ? this was a different kind of risk that made it so much more addicting. with one long stride he’s stepping in-front of renee, hands moving down to her waist with a gentle push against the door. his lips are against her own in seconds with a heated, needy kiss, one he’d wanted to do for days.
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it’s pathetic in a way that he picks a fight with a twenty something year old chick for the sake of … what ? getting her attention ? her attention to piss of another man– right ? or … perhaps her attention because cora is hot and between the teasing and the insulting and the bickering and the fighting– she’s got a way to make his stomach feel heavy with desire. not just erotically, nah. as intriguing as it is … seth thinks about it. thinks about owning her, about possessing her. obsessive thoughts ; boiling and cooking. a fool he is for having thought he grew out of that phase, grew out of the violent desire he feels when he sees what he likes.
perhaps he is lucky nobody saw them slipping away ( nobody would expect them to slip away together probably ) and perhaps he is lucky when he falls back onto bed sheets of an expensive hotel room with a hot emo chick ( no need to remind him of his age for that name he chose ) grinding against his cock, tits on full display. lucky, huh ? had he not thought about this once too often since the last time it happened …
❛ you want a piece – got to play your cards right. ❜ though there was no deck to play at all ; a large hand long tangled in black and purple strands to yank on her mob of hair to force her head back into her neck some. ❛ sit on my face then, we’ll see just how much you hate this mouth. ❜
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.
@sickfcks said : [ PUSH ] sender pushes receiver onto bed + reverse , for cora and seth .
his very presence grates at her being, the way he carries himself an affront to her – a sickening display, considering just how very much so he's her type. considering just how much so with every action she should want to find herself running for the hills for only draws her in deeper. red flags were many on both sides, and yet here they were again, seth pushing and prodding at her until the levee broke, and black nails curl around his wrist, digging stiletto points into the flesh as she steadies him with a gaze.
“enough.”
all fun and games until cora got her feelings a little too hurt, a little too much like punk to allow the game to go on for too long before she was tired of his antics and more interested in his actions. warn brown eyes flicker over his shoulder to the large bed, untouched and made pristine – a devilish curl of lips as she loosens her hold on his wrist to plant a rough, forceful shove to his shoulders to send him wheeling back to the mattress. once, twice, three times. until he's flush against the comforter, and cora can toe out of her converse just quick enough to slink on top of him and pin his wrists to either side of his head, pressing her ass down to his groin.
“i'm tired of hearing you talk. do something more productive with your mouth.”
no option given, she releases one of his wrists to curl her own hand underneath the scraps of fabric she calls a shirt, peeling it from her frame to toss to the floor, leaning down to press heaving chest closer to him as her hips set a gentle rolling pace against him through their clothes.
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— YOUR AFFECTION.
Gestures of affection starters. Can be platonic and romantic. Send me...
(Send 🔄 + any emoji to reverse the outcome.)
💓 to listen to my muse's heartbeat.
💏 to softly kiss my muse's forehead.
💋 to kiss my muse on the lips.
🤭 to caress my muse's cheek.
🌸 to offer my muse a flower.
💅 to paint my muse's nails.
💗 to lean against my muse.
💝 to wrap an arm around my muse.
🤗 to hug my muse from behind.
🫂 to pick my muse up and twirl them around.
👰 to hold my muse bridal style.
🤝 to hold my muse's hand.
🥞 to bring my muse breakfast in bed.
🤜 to give my muse a noogie.
🤏 to tickle my muse.
😋 to give my muse their favorite snack.
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