#Roman’s making his way downtown

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

Love how gay Thomas is for Nico. It's the best thing to see him have some Gay Fluster seeing Scarfie. Love these gay dorks <3

Roman: We’ll have to figure out a plan regarding Janus when he wakes up, but one thing at a time.

[axeeglitter]

Melorius's shop: Mankind History

The night started like any other for Lucas: hunched over his desk, flipping through textbooks, trying to finish the assignments that always consumed his evenings. It wasn’t a choice, really, if he didn’t focus on his studies, he knew the fraternity jocks from Alpha Sigma Sigma would make his life even more miserable than it already was. But tonight, Lucas wasn’t aware that things were about to get much worse.

At that very moment, Chad and his pack of frat brothers were making their way through an old costume shop downtown. They were looking for outfits for the big Halloween "Trick or Dick Party" they were throwing, each one of them trying to outdo the other in finding the most absurd or outrageous costume. Chad, their leader, wore his usual cocky grin as he sifted through racks of cheesy superhero outfits, typical roman warriors and inflatable dinosaur suits.

“Guys, over here,” Chad called, spotting a strange, dusty section in the back of the shop. There, hanging alone on a rusted hook, was a skimpy caveman outfit. It was nothing more than a ragged loincloth made of rough cheap fabric looking like some cheap joke. Chad's eyes gleamed with mischief. “Check it out. This would be perfect for Lucas.”

The guys gathered around, laughing at the thought of Lucas, the scrawny nerd they loved bullying, dressed in such a humiliating costume. Chad grabbed the outfit, spinning it around in his hands. “Imagine him in this, his small thin pathetic body exposed to everyone, walking around on all four. He’d make the perfect mascot for the frat!”

The other boys nodded eagerly, their imaginations already running wild. "Let’s take it. Screw paying for it. This old men over here won't notice one missing." Chad stuffed the caveman outfit into his underwear and padded it a bit. His musky dick scrubbing the loincloth of the costume. The group laughed looking at their leader hiding the costume and then decided to get out before someone could find them, not even taking the time to grab costumes for themselves and deciding they would wear their Football uniforms tonight. ___

Hours passed, and Lucas eventually gave in to exhaustion, deeply falling asleep as the next-door frat boy party was about to begin in an hour or two. He didn’t hear the creak of his bedroom door opening, nor the hushed whispers and giggles of the frat boys as they snuck inside. Chad led the way, pulling the caveman outfit from his jockstrap while the others grabbed Lucas by the arms and legs, pinning him to the bed.

Lucas stirred, eyes fluttering open, confusion spreading across his face. “What the…” he started, but before he could protest, Chad ripped the covers off him, leaving him exposed in nothing but his underwear.

“Rise and shine, nerd!” Chad sneered, pulling the waistband of Lucas’s boxers down to his knees. Lucas squirmed in panic, but the boys held him down. His heart raced with humiliation as they laughed and jeered, treating him like some plaything. His face burned with shame, and he felt powerless as Chad held the caveman loincloth in front of him.

“N-no, please,” Lucas whimpered, “Let me go! I did everything you asked for! Just… let me go, please!” Lucas was shaking his head, but Chad only grinned wider.

“Time to become a real man, Lucas,” Chad mocked as he yanked the loincloth up Lucas’s legs, forcing the scratchy musky fabric around his waist.

The moment the costume touched Lucas’s skin, he felt a strange heat radiate through his body. At first, it was just an uncomfortable warmth, but then it started to burn. His muscles twitched uncontrollably, his body jerking beneath the frat boys’ grip. All of them looked at each other in fear that Lucas was having a seizure or something. But when they saw his biceps contract and starting to grow, they all looked at each other knowing that something great could come out of this, and they would have a laugh along the go.

“W-what’s happening to me?” Lucas gasped, his eyes wide with panic.

The frat boys leaned further in, watching in fascination as Lucas’s body began to change. His once-thin arms started to swell, muscles expanding, veins bulging beneath his skin. His bones cracked and lengthened, his fingers thickening into meaty, rough hands. The pain was unbearable, and Lucas groaned in agony, trying to fight it, but his body kept transforming against his will.

“Holy shit, look at him!” one of the boys exclaimed, watching as Lucas’s chest began to push outward, thick pecs growing where his once-flat chest had been. Dark hair sprouted all over his body, thick tufts covering his chest, arms, pits and pubes. Some of the frat boys were starting to really question what was happening and if they should just let him go and maybe ask for help, but Chad, always to confident and really wanting to push the humiliation on Lucas, forced them to stay in place. Lucas was feeling the millions of hair follicles piercing his skin. It was like he was getting tattooed on his whole body and it was a pain like he never felt before. But what really triggered his fear is when he tilted his head down to see the pubes climbing up his thickening abs just before his growing pecs totally blocked his vision. He hears Chad laughed followed by the others and the next thing he felt was the pain in his nostrils as a new musk was getting more and more pungent. Something musky, manly, earthy. Chad laughed again realizing it smelt like him after a training in the locker room. “Hahaha, looks like you smell like me now bro. That’s what a real man smells like!” Lucas opened his eyes realizing that his body was now creating this manly Chady musk. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as the boys kept laughing while gripping him.

Lucas could barely think through the pain as his muscles bulged bigger and stronger. His thighs thickened, splitting his legs apart with their sheer size. His feet stretched, growing massive, hairy, and ape-like, the toes becoming thick and nimble, almost like hands looking feet. He tried to scream, to beg them to stop, but all that came out were pitiful grunts.

“Hah, look at him,” Chad taunted, slapping Lucas’s newly muscled chest. “The nerd’s turning into a goddamn caveman!”

Lucas’s cock, which had always been embarrassingly small, now swelled in size. His groin already transformed in a forest of thick, coarse hair started to pulse with a weird energy as his dick grew longer, thicker, throbbing painfully against the loincloth. The humiliation of it all was overwhelming, and yet, Lucas felt something else, something primal, rising inside him. His dick kept growing longer and longer, thicker and thicker. The outline was really visible through the loincloth and you could see his heart beat making the cloth spasm. He hated what they were doing to him, hated how they were watching him, but he couldn’t stop the arousal that built with every passing second. Out of nowhere, Lucas started to feel a new intrusive sensation on his now huge 10 inches cock. It felt like something was growing on it, something tight and kind of arousing. All of a sudden, Lucas heard the boys starting to laugh as they Chad said in a manly voice. “Looks like the ape is uncut now!” Lucas was terrified. His foreskin just grew back and he could feel his cock head become more and more sensitive as precum started to leak out of his cock and stay trapped inside his new enclosure.

Lucas felt the grip on his right arm started to loosen up. With a fast movement, he freed his arm. But instead of trying to fight, he felt the stamina rise in him and his arm started to venture to his new dick. His hand moved on its own, reaching down to touch his growing cock, loosening up the loincloth along the way. “N-no, I don’t want this!” Lucas groaned, trying to pull his hand away, but his new body had other ideas. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, and the moment he made contact, a jolt of pleasure shot through him. He gasped, his body arching off the bed as he began to stroke himself.

The frat boys roared with laughter, watching as Lucas jerked himself off right in front of them, his eyes wild with fear and confusion. “Oh my god, he’s loving it!” Chad howled. “Look at him go!”

Lucas’s mind was trapped in horror, unable to control his own actions as his body gave in to its primal urges. His strokes became faster, more desperate, and within moments, he felt his cock pulse violently. “No, no, no!” he groaned, but it was too late. His hips bucked, and he exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering across his hairy chest. The orgasm was intense, overwhelming, and left him gasping for breath, his entire body trembling.

But it didn’t stop. His cock throbbed again, and even though he had just cum, the need built up inside him once more. “Oh god,” Lucas whimpered, feeling his cock harden again almost immediately. His hand resumed its stroking, faster this time, more frantic.

“Holy shit, he’s gonna blow again!” one of the boys laughed, pointing as Lucas’s cock spasmed, another wave of cum shooting out of him. His hairy groin was slick with it, and the frat boys looked on, wide-eyed, as Lucas came a second time, his body jerking uncontrollably.

Minutes passed, but Lucas couldn’t stop. He came again. And again. His cock was so sensitive now, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His mind was reeling, horrified by what was happening, but his body craved it, needed it. Each orgasm was more intense than the last, his cum splattering everywhere, coating his chest, stomach, and the bed beneath him. With every orgasm he released, Lucas’s face was changing. Becoming manlier, more rugged. His nose broadens, his lip getting thicker. Stubble started to grow on his chicks and chin, his eyebrows turned bushier, his eyes going from a light grey to deep chocolate brown, his tongue growing thicker and longer, but most importantly, his hair started to grow longer and longer, thicker and thicker, curlier and curlier until they were touching his new muscled shoulders. He looked like a total cavemen now, his eyes were now the reflection of an animal only thinking about eating and fucking.

The frat boys stood back, letting him writhe on the bed, jerking off uncontrollably. “Jesus, he’s like an animal,” Chad muttered, watching as Lucas’s mind slipped further into primal madness.

Lucas could feel his mind slipping. The more he came, the less control he had. His brain felt foggy, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the musk, and the feral instincts that were taking over. His thoughts became simpler, his vocabulary shrinking, replaced by grunts and growls.

Chad smirked, realizing what had happened. “Well, boys, looks like we’ve got ourselves a new mascot.”

With that, they grabbed Lucas, who now moved in a mix of all four positions and standing ones, his massive feet gripping the floor like hands, and led him out of his dorm room. His body was no longer his own, and his mind was trapped, helpless to stop what was happening. He followed the frat boys without question, his cock still leaking with every scrub of the rough musky loincloth he was wearing, leaving a trail of cum behind him as they led him back to the frat house.

At the Halloween party that night, Lucas, now fully transformed into a feral caveman, was the center of attention. The frat boys paraded him around, showing him off to the guests. He walked on all fours, his huge, hairy body covered in musky cum, his cock still hard and throbbing. The girls screamed, the guys laughed, and Lucas’s mind could only watch in horror as his body followed its primal urges.

He couldn’t stop touching himself, couldn’t stop cumming. Every few minutes, he’d grunt and spasm, another load shooting out of him, covering the floor as he crawled around like an animal. His once-sharp mind was now reduced to nothing but basic instincts, driven by pleasure and the commands of the frat boys.

And as midnight arrived, Lucas came again one last time as he forgot who he was. From now on, he was their caveman, their obedient, cum-dripping mascot, his body and mind forever trapped in primal chaos.

In his shop, Mister Melorius was doing his inventory when he realized he couldn’t find one of his costumes. He looked for it everywhere but couldn’t put his hand on it. He snapped his fingers and saw in front of him an orb of sparkling light appears. In it, the vision of Chad laughing as he was put the cavemen loincloth inside his jock and scrubbing his dick before exiting his shop. “Hope you had a good laugh Chad, because now I’m coming for you …”

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Hey guys!

Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I’ll try my best to post more often in the future.

I hope you liked this story! It was inspired by a prompt from an anonymous sender:

"How about a group of jocks stealing a costume from a shop and forcing a nerd to wear it? Maybe it could be a caveman or a foreign construction worker uniform."

If you sent this to me, I hope you enjoyed it!

As always, feel free to reach out if you want to chat or send me a prompt—whether related to this event or any other stories you’d like me to write.

See you soon!

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Miller's Girl - Part One

Professor!Joel Miller x Fem!College Student!Reader Very Loosely based off of the new movie, Miller's Girl, starring Jenna Ortega and Martin Freeman

Summary - Your landlord decides to raise the rent in your studio apartment the day you are fired from your job. In need of money, you sign up for a babysitting service your friend suggested. You didn’t expect to get an offer so quickly, and you also didn’t expect to come from your professor.

Series contains - cursing, mature language, teacher x student relationship, age gap, smut, fluff, angst, non beta read chapters and everything else I forgot to mention

College, no outbreak, and modern AU

The record store in downtown Austin was filled to the brim with people excited to have their items signed by their favorite band. The crowd was a mix of teen girls with their dads and middle-aged men on their lonesome. The band in question was some underground band from the eighties that you had never heard of. 

Your co-worker, Emma, was in charge of keeping the crowd in check while you were manning the register. This wasn’t the first time you had done these signings. In the two years that you have worked here, hundreds of artists have come in and out of those doors. They attract their loyal fans to the store which can give it more publicity and customers. 

Your eyes scan the crowd. It was still pretty full, but the line had stopped trickling out of the doors and onto the sidewalk. You look over at Emma to see her standing with her weight on her left hip and her arms crossed. If you didn’t know her, you would have thought she looked like a bitch, but in all actuality, she is the nicest girl you know. 

The doors open and the bell above it rings. Your boss comes in and surveys the store. His bald head nods as he skims it. Nothing had been stolen and the customers looked happy. When his eyes land on you, your heart drops. You know that look. It was the same look he gave your other co-worker that look right before he fired him. You cross your fingers under the counter and plaster a fake smile on your face. 

Your entire world looks like it’s in slow motion. Your boss steps closer. Each step he takes makes your heart thump in your chest. The sound his thousand-dollar shoes make on the floor sounds like the bombs used on the battlefield. 

You don’t know if you either blacked out or passed out, but the next thing you knew, you were in the staff room gathering your things. This would be the last time you would ever step foot in this record store as an employee, but that should have been the least of your worries. You needed this job. Without it, you won’t be able to afford rent. Luckily, you were smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship for the university you attended, but there were still other expenses that needed to be paid. 

The hallway of your apartment building seemed colder than it usually is. The usual shushing of dogs who aren’t supposed to be in the apartment is replaced with static. The crickets weren’t even chirping. The sound of your breathing brought you out of your tiny rut. At least you were still alive.

The pink paper in front of your door made you stop in your tracks. You could read what it said from where you stood. ‘Rent will be increased to a thousand dollars a month’ was typed out in Times New Roman. Only pretentious bitches type in Times New Roman. 

You were sure that this was the work of the couple that bought the building six months ago. They promised the residents who lived there that the rent would stay the same, but the promise had just been broken. You were worried for yourself, sure, but you were also worried about the elderly people who couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. 

You wish nothing but the worst for the new landlords and make your way into your studio apartment. It’s a mess, just the way you left it this morning. Your cat, Bill, lays outstretched on your couch as if he were the one who just worked eight hours only to get fired at the end of it. 

You flop on your couch and sigh. For the first time in a while, you don’t know what to do. You just got fired and your rent got increased. If you can’t pay rent then you’ll become another homeless college student. Just another statistic to the state and a burden to the university. 

Your phone chimes and you almost cry with joy as you see your best friend’s caller ID flash across the screen. 

You pick up the phone and she begins talking immediately. She goes on and on about some boy she saw a the mall. He had icy blonde hair, but his roots were showing which meant that he wasn’t a natural blonde. This was a good distraction for about a few minutes until you realized that you wouldn’t be able to afford to go to the mall anymore. 

Your hot tears dribbled down your cheeks and fell onto your chest. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Cherry, I just got fired from my fucking job because my boss wants to buy more fucking shoes and my rent just got fucking increased because my landlords are fucking bastards!” You say through tears. “I think I just heard you say ‘fucking’ in that one sentence more times than I have heard you say it in your entire life,” Cherry laughs. 

“It’s not funny, Cherry. I'm going to be homeless!”

“Stop being dramatic. Sign up for flowers for one dot com. It’s a babysitting website where single parents find a babysitter for their children. My cousin did it for about a year and made more money than she does at her regular job.” 

For the first time in a very long time, Cherry gave you actual good advice. She gave you a solution to all of your problems. 

“Thanks, Cher, bye.” You hang up before Cherry has a chance to say goodbye. 

Your phone drops onto the couch and bounces off, falling on the floor. You suck in air through your teeth and grab your phone off the floor. You should be more gentle with it because you can’t afford to get a new one if it breaks. 

Flowers for one dot com was a simple website. It got straight to the point. No fancy explanation of ‘who are we’ or ‘why do we do this.’  You include the fact that you are certified by the Red Cross in CPR and that you are a senior at The University of Texas at Austin. You also add that you are majoring in architecture and the fact that you want to become an interior designer. 

Your profile is up and running in an hour. You look over it again and close your laptop. Your life is falling apart piece by piece, but maybe you should clean up a bit. 

The dirty clothes that were being neglected in the corner of your room are now in your hamper. You can see the hardwood floor that you’ll be paying a thousand dollars a month for. 

Your phone chimes once again, but this time it’s an email from the website. You almost drop your phone again as you read who it’s from. 

Joel Miller, Professor of Architectural Studies at The University of Texas at Austin.

I'm the pretentious bitch that writes in Times New Roman 🙋🏿‍♀️

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Clandestine.

You and Stewy know it’s wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x female Roy reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Cursing, allusions to sexual content

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - in honour of stewy's beautiful appearance in episode 2, please enjoy this!! hoping and praying we get to see a hell of a lot more of him this season <3

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You’re bored.

To the outside eye, life as a Roy is a dream. Money, cars, designer clothes, big fancy galas filled to the brim with millionaires. It sounds ideal.

It isn’t. Between family drama, backstabbing and betrayal, and directionless small talk, being the youngest Roy sibling is a stifling job. But someone has to do it. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Tonight, you find yourself at another Waystar Royco charity gala. The ballroom downtown sparkles with diamonds, champagne flowing and expensive perfume overwhelming. It’s another mandatory job on your list. Attend, smile, wave, make polite conversation, rinse rich men for their money and leave. Simple.

Or so you thought.

You arrived with Roman and Kendall, the both of them immediately separating and making their way to friends and business partners, leaving you stood alone. Fingertips brush the skin of your back that’s exposed by your dress, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smell him before he enters your eyeline. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells expensive. Not the faux, gawdy expensive like most men in the room, but genuinely luxurious. His cologne makes you dizzy. You reach out and hold onto the edge of the table in front of you before you lose your balance.

You feel him before you turn around. He’s warm, and broad, and the crisp white material of his dress shirt is pressing into you. You gasp quietly at his boldness, praying that no one sees the youngest Roy so close to a sworn enemy.

Stewy Hosseini.

Kendall’s third oldest friend. Both a rival and an asset to your family. One of the biggest assholes in New York City.

The man you’re hopelessly in love with.

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You honestly hadn’t meant for it to go this far.

Originally, it was sex. Brilliant, mind blowing, earth shattering sex.

Until it wasn’t.

Now, it’s late night phone calls and clandestine meetings and holding hands and apartment hunting and kisses on the forehead. Now, it’s real. It’s become something undeniable.

They’d kill you if they knew.

They’d murder you both. You’d be shunned. Stewy would be dropped and cut from Waystar Royco like he never meant anything in the first place. Your inheritance would be taken away, all Roy privileges revoked.

Basically, it’d be hell. So why do you keep finding yourself considering it?

You’ve never been loved like this. So total, so complete, so all consuming. So unconditional. It’s no secret that the Roy siblings are strangers to love. But not anymore.

Now, you know love. You wake up to love and kiss him on the small patch of skin on his cheek where his beard won’t grow. You dance with love in the kitchen, allowing him to spin you around in your socks, catching you when you slip. You see love across the boardroom, communicating with him silently, having full conversations with just your eyes.

They can deny it all they want, but you know the truth. This is what love is supposed to be. They’re scared of it because it’s unfamiliar. It isn’t material. They’re terrified of love because they can’t touch it, or mould it, or manipulate it. They’re petrified.

You ran into love headfirst, unwittingly. Would you have slept with Stewy that night, well over a year ago, if you’d have known this is how it’d turn out? You’re not sure, honestly. But all you know is that no matter what they say when they inevitably find out, none of it matters. Love is real. And it is astounding.

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“You with me, sweetheart?” he murmurs into your ear, warm breath raising the hairs on your neck.

“Yeah, baby,” you mutter back, attempting to keep a neutral expression on your face. “I’m here.”

“Where did you go, huh?”

His fingers journey down, brushing over your ass. He gives it a squeeze before stroking it up your hip, resting his hand on your waist.

“Just daydreaming,” you reply.

“About what?” he asks teasingly, caressing your skin in gentle motions. Back, forth. Back, forth. He’s making it hard to concentrate.

“You,” you whisper quietly. He hears you loud and clear. “Always you.”

He wants to kiss you. God, he wants to kiss you. He wants to grab your face and smash his lips to yours, consequences be damned. He wants to pick you up and twirl you around and scream “look at the woman I love!”.

Instead, his fingers tighten on your waist. He looks around carefully before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear. Then, he moves to stand in front of you. To anyone else, it looks like two old friends having a conversation.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful in that dress,” he tells you, his voice laced with sincerity and admiration. His eyes are raking up and down your frame. The heat of his gaze is making you warm.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Hosseini,” you tease. That’s an understatement. His suit fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to all of his curves. It’s all crisp edges and careful lines. He’s wearing the cufflinks you got him for his birthday, the ones engraved with the both of your initials. The letters are small, tucked away on the underside. No one knows they’re there – your little secret.

Stewy winks at you and goes to take a step forward, but a hand on his arm stops him. A gorgeous woman with flowing brown hair and a silk gown appears at his side, smiling at you politely before turning to him.

“There’s a couple of guys over there asking where you are. They want to talk about the Williams deal.”

He gives you a look drenched in apology before allowing himself to be dragged away. He takes all of the warmth with him, leaving you stood in the ballroom, cold and alone.

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You knew he was bringing a date. It’d been a point of discussion the night before.

“We have to keep up appearances, Stewy. It makes sense. I know it doesn’t mean anything, okay. I’m not worried,” you reassure him, carding your hands through his hair. He’s lying with his head in your lap on his couch, eyes closed and brows scrunched. You smooth your thumb over the crease in his forehead, before kissing the spot gently.

“I know. Fuck, I know,” he sighs defeatedly. The idea of having some random supermodel on his arm at the gala is killing him. What he wouldn’t do for it to be you.

“It’s only one night, baby,” you soothe gently. “I’ll come back here afterwards. It’ll be a couple of hours at most. You know people are going to talk if Stewy Hosseini, the most eligible bachelor of New York, turns up without a date.”

He chuckles heartily, and the vibrations settle in your bones.

“One night,” he agrees. “Just one night.”

With that, he sits up, cradling your face in his hands. He kisses you softly, carefully. He’s so tender with you. No one else in the world gets to see him like this. No one else gets to see him vulnerable. He likes it that way. You do too.

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There’s a pull between you and Stewy. It’s like a magnetic force, dragging you together no matter where you are, or what you’re doing. You feel it in the monotonous board meetings. You feel it at the family events he’s reluctantly invited to by Kendall. You feel it now, as you float around the ballroom, praying for the night to be over.

You allow your mind to drift away, dreaming of what awaits you later tonight. You can picture it perfectly. You and Stewy, curled up in bed, his penthouse bedroom illuminated by candlelight. Glasses of wine discarded on the night stand, sheets thrown across the mattress, legs tangled together. Skin pressed to skin, warmth seeping into your bones. Gentle melodies filling the room, the man underneath you humming softly into your ear. This is heaven, you’ll think. Bury us like this, please.

You can feel when his eyes are on you. Heat prickles over your skin, goosebumps rising. It’s become like a sixth sense, this silent communication between you. You catch his gaze and wink, and you swear you see him blush slightly. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and nods in the direction of the door. You get the hint, and follow him, trailingly behind subtly.

You reach the hallway and look around, but Stewy is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you feel a warm grip grab your hips, pressing you into the wall.

“Been waiting to get my hands on you all night,” he murmurs into your ear lowly.

He’s trailing his fingers up and down your sides. You can feel him, hot and hard behind you, groaning as he bites at your throat. He kisses the hinge of your jaw, and then your cheek. It’s forbidden and it’s sexy and it’s so gentle it makes your knees wobble.

“Come home with me,” he begs. “Let’s blow this off and get out of here.”

The offer is tempting. So, so tempting. But you know people would put the pieces together. Stewy leaves, you leave… suspicions arise. As easy as it would be to just say fuck it and tell everyone, you want to keep this a secret for a little longer. You want to stay in this little bubble of warmth and love and trust a little longer. You want to stay happy a little longer.

“We can’t,” you whine. “They’ll notice.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replies. “You shouldn’t either.”

You want to disagree, but the way he’s moved his hand to sit at your throat while pressing himself into you is making it hard to think.

“Live a little, baby,” he teases, nipping at your ear.

“Fine! Fuck, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

He grabs your hand, giddy smile etched on his face. He’s practically running with you to his car, dress flowing in the breeze behind you, heels clacking against the marble floors. You tumble into the backseats, his lips pressed to yours as you make your way home. Home.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

“There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

[the-west-meadow]

Heartbreaker

Roman Roy x Reader

summary: As your relationship with Roman grows more uncertain, you turn to the person who knows him best for advice.

Midway through the day, you spotted Gerri on her way out of the office and sprang up from your desk, jogging after her. 

“Hey Gerri,” you said, “Could I buy you lunch today?”

“I’m flattered. What’s the occasion?”

“I need your input on something.” 

She eyed you suspiciously.

“Is this business or personal?”

“Personal.”

“Fine. But you’re buying me a drink, too.”

Gerri took you to a high-end lunch spot downtown. You settled at a table near the window, picking up your menus. No prices. You swallowed. You had known this wouldn’t come cheap.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?”

“It’s Roman.”

Gerri let out a subtle sigh, adjusting her glasses as she scanned the menu.

“I should have known,” she murmured. 

“I’m completely at a loss.”

“Welcome to the club.”

“I mean, what can you tell me? Every time I ask him about his relationship history he starts mumbling and won’t make eye contact.” 

“I don’t know much more than you,” she said. “There were a few girls that I know of. But as far as I know they never went anywhere, if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t.”

“Do I have to say it?”

“Yes, Gerri.”

“Well, then.” She cleared her throat. “As far as I know, they never… you know. Fucked.”

You sat back with a somewhat satisfied smirk on your face.

“Okay then,” you said. 

“Don’t let that hearten you. In fact, it might be a reason for you to pack up and look elsewhere.” 

Gerri sighed and rubbed her nose lightly.

“Roman is extremely complicated,” she went on. “You think you have him figured out, then he surprises you again. He’s chaotic, he’s unpredictable, he’s highly unstable—“

“Gerri,” you said, interrupting. “You’re saying all this like it should deter me.”

“If you were a sane human being, it would.”

“Let’s say I’m not. Let’s say I’m invested in seeing where this Roman trip takes me.”

She finally looked at you with something like mingled sympathy and admiration.

“Then I might be able to give you a few pointers.”

The drinks arrived. Gerri took a long sip before considering what she would say next. 

“First, it might help if you told me what it is about Roman that interests you.”

You took a swig of your own drink before you responded. 

“Let me just say that I didn’t choose to feel this way. I fully intended not to like Roman when I came to work for this company. Everything I heard made me dread meeting him. Even in our first few meetings, I was still determined not to like him. He was weirdly twitchy, he wouldn’t stop climbing on furniture. I thought he was a self-absorbed prick.”

“You weren’t wrong.”

“Right. But we both know there’s something underneath that.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“He’s a heartbreaker, Gerri.”

“I know.”

You put your head down on the table. The waiter arrived with your entrees, unsure where to put them until Gerri nudged you beneath the table. You shot up, composing yourself. Gerri leaned towards you. 

“Listen, I know Roman. He’s tough. But I think he’ll open up to you.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Roman’s been looking in all the wrong places for love. I think his relationship with his dad shows that pretty clearly. He has an image in his mind of the kind of partner he should have. But that’s not the partner that he ultimately wants.”

“And what kind of partner does he want?”

“Maybe one who’s as broken as he is.”

You cracked a grin.

“I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not,” you said.

“It’s meant as one. I know you’ve been through some tough times, but look where it’s brought you. Sometimes the most broken people end up being the strongest.”

She looked at you with that same admiring glint in her eye.

“When I first met you, I thought I saw a lot of myself in you.”

“Sorry, but there’s no way Gerri Kellman is a broken person.”

A small smile.

“You’d be surprised.”

You ate for a while in silence, thinking over each other’s words. Gerri finally glanced at her watch.

“We should be getting back soon.”

“Tell me what to do, Gerri. I’m lost when it comes to him.”

“My advice?” She dabbed at her lips with her napkin, took a sip of ice water. “Don’t give up on Roman.”

“Give me one good reason.”

She looked you straight in the eye. “Because,” she said, “Last week, he asked me to lunch to talk about you.”

Your heart leapt in your chest.

“You’re kidding me.”

She shook her head firmly.

“I thought he didn’t like me,” you said.

“Quite the opposite.”

“Holy fuck.”

Gerri shook her head, gathering her bag with a smile on her lips.

“That’s an understatement. You’re in for a wild ride, Y/N.”

You drove back to the office with her, riding in silence up the elevators. As you walked back towards the conference room, Roman strode out of his office, hands in pockets. 

“Oh look,” he said, “It’s my two favorite people.”

He stopped in his tracks. You could see his mind backpedaling in real time. 

“Sorry, did I say that? I meant my two favorite corporate thralls. Get back to the conference room where you belong. Why aren’t you on a call right now? Fuck you. Leave me alone.”

Gerri had a smirk on her lips. Neither of you budged. Finally, Roman hurried past you, running a hand through his hair, throwing obscenities into the air.

“See?” Gerri said. “He does like you.”

[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 28 - cody rhodes x reader

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dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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if y/n didn’t dig herself a deeper hole yesterday, she certainly had breached earth’s core at this point. with her head tilted down and austin chuckling under his breath, y/n desperately tried not to make eye contact with roman who was sat at the table conveniently right behind austin and directly in her eyesight. the tension was so thick that y/n swore she was feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

“can they hurry up with the food?” she whispered, feeling scared that they were trying to listen in on her and austin’s conversation.

“how about i lean over, give you a nice kiss, and really give them something to talk about?” austin teased her, biting back a laugh when she flipped him off.

it was austin and y/n day, much like how they used to have in high school whenever they didn’t want to deal with their parents being all lovey dovey in front of them. although cody and ted wished they could have accompanied them when they invited them to join in, cody had a midterm that day and ted made plans with another friend group in between his classes. that left y/n taking austin everywhere around town, showing him all her favorite places and stopping by a few stores downtown to window shop. eventually, they grew hungry and decided to grab lunch at a quaint little hawaiian barbeque restaurant. y/n just hadn’t accounted for the fact that there was a chance that she’d end up seeing roman while she was out with austin.

“do that and i’ll actually kill you.” she grunted, locking eyes with austin and catching his playful gaze.

“i’m sure cody would get to me first.” he mused. just then, another number was called out by the workers and the two of them checked their receipt. “i’ll get it.” austin offered once he realized it was their food, quickly snatching the receipt off the table and getting up before y/n could even process that it was their number that was called out.

this also meant that the barrier between her and roman was gone, and y/n wished she had grabbed the receipt first before she checked if it was their food. she was instantly met with the sight of roman, jimmy, and jey all staring at her as if she’d grown a second head. and suddenly, jimmy was nudging roman and roman was standing up. but before roman could even take a step towards y/n, austin was quickly returning with their food.

austin sat himself back down in his chair, clearly having seen the way roman was just about to invite himself to the table and take austin’s spot. he took their food out of the bag, opening each container to check their contents before setting y/n’s food in front of her. “and your spam musubi, m’lady.” he continued, setting another smaller container in front of her along with her can of passion fruit hawaiian sun. he hummed happily as he handed her the utensils and set the bag aside so that he could open up his box. austin waited until y/n took her first bite before he did. a smile that he was unable to hide crept up on his face as he finally got food into his system, and the same smile reflected on y/n’s own features.

but the failed attempts at hushed whispers behind him were beginning to irritate him. although he had found it humorous at first, austin wasn’t a stranger to times when y/n was visibly uncomfortable. suddenly, austin set his utensils down and turned around in his seat to face the men. “can you just cool it for one day? she’ll talk to you later. but right now, i’m just trying to enjoy a nice lunch with my step-sister.” he asked them, catching a glimpse at their embarrassed expressions before turning back around and being met by y/n’s shocked one. “eat, baby. they’ll stop talking about us and assuming shit if they know what’s good for them.” he addressed her as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt as a “subtle” warning to the men.

it seemed to work, because when jey stood up to get their own food and returned with them, the other men seemed to slip back into their own conversation that wasn’t focused on who y/n was with. y/n visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders easing out against her frame as she happily began to eat. “thanks.” she muttered in between bites, and this time, austin was biting back a laugh at how she was practically inhaling her food.

he forgot she had a tendency to stress eat.

“no worries. some people just need to learn to mind their own business, you know?” austin replied, this time purposely keeping his voice low so that they couldn’t hear him. he knew that if they had heard what he said, they most certainly woulnd’t be getting out of the restaurant without a confrontration.

“i don’t even know what i’m going to say to him before our lab tomorrow. like, oh hey! yeah, it’s not you, it’s me.” she huffed out as austin handed her a napkin, quickly thanking him before wiping her mouth with the napkin.

“see, that phrase only works if it’s not you, though. i don’t make the roles, i simply enforce them.” austin said, watching as she struggled to open up can before finally reaching over and opening it for her. “god, are you this worked up over it? you’re stuffing your face like crazy and you can’t even open up a can.”

“yes!” she said, rather loudly because it earned them the stares from the other patrons in the restaurant and not just roman, jimmy, and jey. she looked around with an embarrassed expression and waited until everyone went back to their own meals. “sorry. as i was saying, it’s not exactly a comfortable and easy conversation to have.” she muttered, taking a long sip from her drink the same time that austin drank his water.

they had fallen back into their own rhythm easily. y/n was talking to austin as if the centerpiece of her worries wasn’t sitting just directly behind him. in that moment, it was just y/n and austin in the world, and although they may not be out in a random field staring up at the stars and talking about their worries in life, somehow the hawaiian barbeque restaurant seemed to transport them to that place.

austin shrugged his shoulders, setting down his cup before picking up his utensils again. “rip off the bandaid. always easiest that way. besides, it’s not like you’re hesitating about who you’re choosing. it’s pretty obvious who you’re going to pursue.” he told her, his tone bordering an ‘i told you so’ manner that had y/n wanting to reach over and smack austin.

“well, yeah but i don’t feel good about leading him on. it’s not like i meant to do it, you know? i’m just stupid.” she muttered, wiping down her hands before reaching for her spam musubi. “want a bite?” she asked, holding the food out for austin.

he leaned over, taking a bite before sitting back in his chair. he chewed his food, and watched as y/n seemed to delve deep in her own thoughts. he spoke after swallowing his food, “we’re not having this same conversation, y/n.” he went back to eating his own food, muttering lowly, “impact matters more than intention. but you can’t change anything about that either. you just have to learn from it, baby. and i know you. you’ll bounce back from this, you’ve come back from worse, and this time, you have cody.”

she smiled apologetically at austin, reminding herself that maybe she was getting a bit repetitive with her own thoughts. she was just thankful that austin didn’t seem to mind still reassuring her in the end, no matter how many times he had to hear it. the two continued to eat their food, moving on from their previous conversation and simply taking the time to catch up now that they were both sober. eventually, their food was done but neither of them moved from their seats, leaning against their crossed forearms on the table to lean towards each other and continue their conversation.

she was so enamored with her conversation with austin that she hadn’t even realized roman, jimmy, and jey had all left soon after they finished eating. jimmy and jey had tried to wave their goodbyes to her, but roman had simply tugged them away before y/n could even look in their direction.

her phone buzzing was what cut their conversation short, and one glance at her phone let her know that ted was calling her. she showed the contact to austin, who nodded his head as if letting her know to answer it, before sitting back in his seat and fishing out his own phone so he could scroll through social media while she took the call.

“hello?” she answered, pressing the phone against her ear.

“you and austin done eating?” ted asked. there was an odd tone to his voice, one that y/n hadn’t ever heard before. he sounded as though he was trying to stay calm and collected, but y/n could just tell that he was bottling up something like anger.

“yeah, we’re probably going to head back to the dorms after this and nap. i’m about 5 minutes away from a food coma. why, what’s up?” she asked, already beginning to put her trash into the plastic bag. austin followed her, his eyebrow cocked up in question at her words.

“stay away from roman.” ted warned her.

she was taken aback by ted’s sudden words. she expected this type of behavior from cody, but ted? there wasn’t a reason for ted to be telling her to stay away from roman - after all, ted wasn’t the one that was involved in their drama like that. it was as if ted could feel her confusion through the phone, and answered her next question before she could even ask him.

“cody asked randy if he said anything to him while blackout drunk. it’s pretty bad and you need to be told everything in person.” ted sighed, still trying to stay calm and collected over the phone.

“i’ll fucking kill him!” cody’s voice suddenly rang in the background, and from what y/n could only assume by the ruffling sounds over the phone, cody had pulled the phone from ted. “sweetheart, you won't believe the shit i just fucking learned. i'm going to shove my foot so far up roman's ass for thinking he can just pull this shit on you.”

her mouth hung open in shock, and before y/n could even let her confusion be known, ted was already back on the phone. “don’t worry about that for now. knock once you’re here and we’ll tell you everything. it’s cool if you bring austin along. love you.”

before she could even say bye, the call was already over and y/n was left with staring up into austin’s concerned gaze. she was so captivated by the strange phone call that she wasn’t even aware that austin had thrown out their trash for her and was standing up beside her.

“everything alright?” he asked her, holding his hand out for her to take and guiding her out of her seat once she did so.

“the boys have something to tell me. they said you could come along.” she answered.

austin simply nodded his head, making sure they didn’t leave anything on the table or their seats before he was already leading y/n out of the restaurant. “let’s go, baby. sounded pretty bad from all the yelling i heard over the phone. best we get there as soon as possible.”

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[sideysvault]

°❀⋆. Stuck in traffic with Roman Roy.ೃ࿔*

Pairing: Roman Roy x fem!reader

Friends to lovers 1,015k wc

Warnings: Foul language

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The unlikely pair had met at management training. By chance, they had been paired together for most of the projects.

The woman was the only one to treat him with some notion of humanity and respect. He immediately became aware about the fact that she was the only one who noticed his pitiful appearance in the promotional video of the company. She looked confused, but had the delicacy to be kind about it.

She acted as if she felt nothing but indifference about the strange ordeal.The woman was snappy and said exactly what she thought. Strangely enough, Roman never felt belittled. It was nice. And it was particularly nice to find someone who thought that his weird laugh was charming and wasn’t as off put by his jokes as everyone usually was. She pretended she wasn't a wealthy asshole. Just a regular asshole.

Of course, Roman being Roman, he immediately demanded that you were to be hired in some cushy position in the company. Assistant chief of staff or whatever they were calling overpaid secretaries these days. He just wanted you to be comfortable and near him as soon as possible.

You refused profusely. He was a bit offended at first, because he was sure the only way of paying back the kindness you had given him was to offer something in return. You angrily stated that it was like throwing scraps of food at a dog just for it to keep coming back. You argued that kindness didn't need to be paid back and that working for (or near) him would be like personal hell for you.

He felt reassured when he realized that you still enjoyed his company, and that besides listening and spending time with you, there wasn’t much else he could offer that you’d take.

You could see right through his act (And he saw through yours too). You’d play games and make jokes, but the show had to end sometimes. Being honest and showing vulnerability was just something that flourished whenever you two were alone. You were an outsider to his world. Someone safe. And he was a stranger to your way of living. There was no bigger comfort than a certain level of alien perspective. That’s why your friendship truly flourished. You could do both. The banter and the quiet days.

Nobody understood what the fuck was going on between the two of you, and frankly, most people were disgusted that roman was parading around a theme park employee, no matter how beautiful she was. But it worked for the two of you. And you only grew closer as time went by.

Three years later, the duo found themselves stuck in the middle of the New York traffic, inside Roman’s obnoxiously fancy Lincoln Navigator. You were getting late to a dinner reservation downtown.

Even the inside of the car made you uncomfortable. Sterile, elegant and cold. You couldn’t even hear the noise of the city inside the thing. You wondered if you were ever going to get used to it.

Suddenly, you caught sight of a sudden movement from your companion. It snapped you away from your thoughts. The woman glanced at her friend. He was biting his nails again. Hard. A habit that left the evidence of his anxiety to be barred on his hands, at everyone’s sight.

Almost instinctively, she moved her hand on top of his, and gently pushed it off his mouth. Their hands lingered together for a little more than necessary, and with that, something seemed to shift in the environment. But you weren’t sure if he felt it too. The echoes of blood pumping through your body.

“Not even three years in, and you are already trying to seduce me to get my money, huh?”

He wasn’t good with sudden acts of kindness.

So, the woman chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully

“Isn’t it funny? The way you are a literal billionaire and not even gold diggers would touch you with a ten foot pole?”

Roman left out that raucous laughter of his. You smiled at the sound of it.

“Oh, please go on. Degrade me. I haven’t been this hard since i was going through puberty”

The woman dramatically squirmed in her seat with disgust.

“Pervert”

“Bitch”

She giggled. But quickly took notice of the way Roman suddenly pretended to be interested in watching the unmoving traffic through his window. She moved closer to his seat and gently pushed his shoulder with hers.

“Oh, come on, Romey, you know that you are a great man. Any gold digging girl would be so lucky to have you”

“Ew. Stop it. It’s getting weird now. Back the fuck off.”

She chuckled loudly “Just learn to take a compliment, man”

You gave him a quick kiss on the chick. And while he was pretending to rub it away in order to clean himself from it, you could see that his face slightly reddened.

“Plus” You continued “The only time I have taken advantage of your money is when I asked you for change to buy ice cream and you handed me a hundred bill”

“Ok, dad. Literally no one knows how much it costs. Nobody gives a shit”

“Ohh, rough. Struck a nerve much?”

Roman just gave you a sincere side smile and looked out again on the tinted windows. However, the smile was sincere this time. You had mended your misstep.

The man shifted in his seat uncomfortably before mumbling under his breath “I wouldn’t mind getting goldigged by you by the way. It’s fine”

Oh God. You were pushing thirty. It was embarrassing how much hope a small comment like that would give you. But you knew Roman. And that was probably as close as you’d get to a confession of sorts.

Suddenly, the Lincoln air didn't seem as cold as before. You let your head rest on Roman’s shoulder. And he awkwardly patted it. You let out a giggle. He was trying to be soothing or something. You both had forgotten about dinner, and just enjoyed the ride through the city.

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Notes: Omg I’ve wanted to write this idea ever since I first watched the show! I’m so happy I finally got to do it. Take care everyone!

-Sidey xxxoo

[pas-de-duex]

Prinxiety Week Day 7: Music

Read it on ao3 here! It has an additional chapter with the extra prompt: Concert!

Trigger warnings: anger, jealousy

@prinxietyweek

Virgil Storm was on top of the world.

Underneath the bright lights, in front of roaring crowds, sweaty from performing his latest hit, he felt better than ever.

Right now, watching one of his biggest fans on a date, he felt like shit.

He had absolutely no right to feel this way.

It wasn’t even that Roman was a groupie or anything (gods know he had plenty of those). Roman was just a huge, huge fan. He went to every concert, every meet and greet, and every interview Virgil’s band gave in the greater Miami area. Hell, Virgil had even seen him in Atlanta, Georgia one time! Roman was a consenting adult who had every right to go on a date with whoever he so wished.

So why did Virgil feel so shitty seeing him with some guy who looked like he should have a wife and kids at home, not sitting with Virgil’s newly acquired crush in a witchy tea restaurant that had recently opened up downtown?

Virgil was supposed to be picking up some new guitar picks from Logan in five minutes. Instead he found himself marching into said restaurant, and sliding into the booth next to Roman.

“Hey Roman.”

Roman turned to him in shock.

“You-you, you- you-“

“Well hey kiddo! You must be that Virgil Storm Roman keeps telling me about.”

“Patton,”

“Let me tell ya, Roman here LOVES your music! He's got posters of you all over his room! He owns every cd, record, hell even cassette tape you’ve ever released! He’s been to a ton of your concerts! Why, he even dragged me to one in Atlanta last year-“

“Patton!!” Roman stared daggers at the other man, while Virgil gave a satisfied smirk. “Ahem, sorry, you’ll have to excuse my friend Patton here. He just moved to Miami from Atlanta and we are, um, catching up.” Roman gave Virgil a sheepish smile.

“Hey, no worries. Just thought I’d come say hi to my biggest fan. I’ll get out of your hair if-“

“No! Uh, I mean, would you, would you care to join us? I mean- you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, I’m surprised you even remember me, let alone that you know my name, I MEAN-“

Roman put his head on the table in shame.

Virgil felt his phone buzz. It was no doubt Logan wondering where the heck he was.

“Yeah, I've got some time.”

He quickly shut off his phone and took a menu from Roman.

“So, how long have you two known each other?”

“Oh Roman and I have been friends since kindergarten! I moved away to Atlanta for college, but we’re still the bestest of friends!”

Patton ended up doing most of the talking. Roman spent most of the time avoiding Virgil’s eyes, and Virgil spent most of the time staring at Roman.

“Well this was great, Roman! Now that I’m finally home we’ll have to do this more often! Oh and it was nice to meet you, Virgil!” Patton gave Roman a hug and waved to Virgil before heading

“So, just to make 100% certain, he’s not your boyfriend, right?”

“What? Patton? No! He’s just-he’s just a very good friend. I prefer guys that are,”

“Tall, dark, and mysterious?”

“Well…y-yes I suppose so.”

Virgil smiled and put his arm around Roman’s shoulders. “Wanna run an errand with me then, babe?”

Roman blushed. “Uh, sure! It’s a date! I mean, not a date, I mean-“

“It’s a date.” Virgil kissed Roman’s cheek and started walking towards Logan’s music store.

“Finally! Never have I ever had such trouble getting in contact with someone over guitar picks! Oh, hello Roman. Why do you consistently order 3,000 of them Virgil! If you wouldn’t sign them and throw them into the crowds, maybe you wouldn’t have to keep ordering so many!”

“Wait, time out, you know Roman?”

Logan looked like he was about to take off his tie and beat Virgil to death with it.

“That’s what you took from all that? Yes Virgil, yes I know Roman! I think I would know my own brother-in-law very well!l

“Brother-in-law?”

Logan was dangerously close to murdering Virgil.

“Um; how about those guitar picks, Logan? I’m sure Virgil is happy to take them off your hands-“ Roman murmured the rest of his sentence.

“What was that, babe?” Virgil asks.

“I said I’m sure you're happy to take the guitar picks and maybe-“ he murmured again.

“Logan’s not going to get them until you tell me what you want,” Virgil said coyly.

“I said you’re happy to take them off your hands thenmaybeyoullsignoneandgiveittomebecauseivebeentooverfifteenofyourconcertsandnevercaughtoneofyourguitarpicks.”

Virgil laughed. Logan rolled his eyes and went to grab the box of guitar picks.

“Of course I’ll give you one, babe. But it wouldn’t be authentic if I didn’t get to play you something first.”

He swiped a pick from Logan’s jar on the counter, and went and grabbed an acoustic guitar off the wall.

“Hey! That’s a vintage 1966 Martin 18! You’d better be careful with that!”

Virgil ignored his friend and sat on a stool Logan conveniently had near the wall. He strummed a few cords and then began to sing.

“At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song!”

Roman could’ve swooned. Virgil finished up his song, took out a sharpie, and autographed the pick. He hung the guitar back on the wall, then got down on one knee and presented the pick to Roman.

“Roman… would you do me the honor of going on a proper date with me?”

Roman took the pick with shaking hands.

“Yes, yes a thousand times yes!!”

[puzzled-pegasus]

So I've mentioned Guilty as Sin? As a song for Jercy but I really want to explain it

I'm going to start this by saying that I mostly mean it PLATONICALLY so I just wanna explain why the vibes of this song match the vibes of their relationship cus I don't think anyone sees my vision lol

So I'm gonna dissect the lyrics. Hopefully it makes sense.

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me 'Downtown Lights'

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This makes me think of Jason at one of the camps talking to Percy and picturing him as he's in the mortal world in NYC

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I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

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"This cage was once just fine/am I allowed to cry?" I think the "cage" refers to his predetermined destiny and the eyes of everyone at CJ. "Am I allowed to cry?" Refers to both his taught habit of keeping his emotions shut away and his being taught to follow orders and ask permission for anything he needs.

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I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

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"Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks" makes me think of his indecision of whether he belongs with the Romans or at Camp Half Blood by the coast (and ocean rocks also alludes to Percy as the ocean boy, of course)

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Crashing into him tonight

He's a paradox

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Percy as a paradox/character foil to Jason. Also something about how Jason can't read Percy very well sometimes and Percy bewilders him

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I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

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I do think the idea of Jason having catholic guilt for wanting affection from his friend is both sad, hilarious, and weirdly in character. This guy is laying awake at night thinking about how he wants to go to percys house and make cookies with him lmaoo hes like "...w-what if we sat together and played video games at ur apartment 😳😨🥺 and then we 😖 slept next to each other on the floor 😳😖 and stayed up talking in the dark for 3 hours 🥺🥺💕"

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One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

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Jason feeling guilty as sin can be a lot of things, which is why I love this song for him. His friendship/bromance/relationship with Percy breaks several rules. Their fathers are rivals. Their camps have battled each other. Jason has always been seen as the son of Jupiter and never been allowed to explore his mortal half, and Percy gives him the ability to learn more about what life is like in a mortal household.

Also the "touching his skin" part means that jason is super touch starved and thinks about hugging his friends 24/7 and this does not exclude Percy by any means lol

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I keep these longings locked

In lowercase inside a vault

Someone told me

There's no such thing as bad thoughts

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Jason feels so much love for his bro and wants to spend so much time with him but his Issues(TM) prevent him from conveying that because he's never really had anyone stick around or be loyal to him like Percy does. While thinking about Percy, he also thinks about how another of his friends (probably Piper or Annabeth) told him there's no such thing as thought crime and it's not wrong to think or feel things. He's at war with his past and having been taught that he must block out and hide his wants and feelings because they're dangerous and no one wants to hear them anyway.

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Only your actions talk

These fatal fantasies

Giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me

We've already done it in my head

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Uh....I don't really have a platonic explanation for this part. Lol

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If it's make believe

Why does it feel like a vow

We'll both uphold somehow?

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Jason's doubt and hope are fighting each other. He wants Percy to be friends with him and stick around forever, but it's difficult for him to believe that their friendship/bromance/relationship is serious and Percy will stick around until one of them is in the ground (which NEITHER OF THEM CURRENTLY ARE >:[)

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What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze

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Okay this is really funny because it randomly conjures Leo up for no reason. Someone use "My bedsheets are ablaze" as a title for a valgrace fic please

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I've screamed his name

Building up like waves

Crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

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CJ and Jason's father especially is never going to love Jason or see him as the perfect son of Jupiter. They will always judge him, especially since he's indecisive about what camp he belongs in. If he spends time in his mortal side with Percy, it's a much needed break from trying to be Camp Jupiter's prettiest weapon or Camp Half Blood's weird Roman freak who was raised by wolves.

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What if the way you hold me

Is actually what's holy?

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The gods don't care, Camp Jupiter doesn't care or want what's best for me. You do, Percy. With you, as your friend, I feel more powerful and important than I ever have as my father's son.

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If long suffering propriety

Is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me

So stunningly

I choose you and me

... Religiously

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I hope you can see my vision by now because I don't know if I can even articulate my feelings about all six of these lines AGGHHHAHHHGHH

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What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

He sent me 'Downtown Lights'

I hadn't heard it in a while

Am I allowed to cry?

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Do you see it now?? My vision?? I hope I didn't waste my frickin time

[harknessxo]

Chapter III ✧ A Distraction

Paring: Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea needs a distraction.

Warnings; Smut, cussing

Word Count: 4.9k

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A/n: Both me and @tonuitekan wrote this chapter. Also I’m starting a taglist so lmk if you want to be added.

After Damian left Rhea decided that he was right and that she needed to get her shit together at Crown Jewel. She was taking a shower when both Roman and Dom’s messages went through so she didn’t see them. She had also put her phone on dnd to get away from all the drama and have this day to herself. She decided to go downtown and walk around. When she was done with the shower she got dressed, put her shoes on, grabbed her phone and keys and went out the door.

She decided to go down the stairs rather than take the elevator. When she did, she was on her way to the exit when she noticed Zelina chatting with Natalya for a bit before she turned to leave and noticed her. “Oh, Rhea, you’re finally up—“

“Look, if you’re gonna ask, don’t bother.” Rhea immediately said as she began to walk past her. At that, Zelina rolled her eyes and managed to catch up to her.

“Nena por favor,” She said to her as she stood in front of her. “I’m not here to call you out on whatever shit you’re doin’.” At that, Rhea gave her an unconvinced look while the smaller woman spoke to her. “Some of us are minding our business about our own life, okay? Hell, I’m not even interested in making your life miserable or to seek beef with you. And, if I’m being honest here girl, you don’t look okay.” She told her as she gestured at the taller woman while shaking her head. “What I suggest you do is just wind down and forget aaaaaaany issues that you have going on or whatever. For a little bit, at least.”

“Hm. Yeah, you know, that’s exactly what it was going to do, Zelina.” Came out Rhea’s sarcastic remark, along with her sarcastic smirk as she looked down at her. “Which is why I’m asking you to please leave me alone—“

“No-no, wait, hold on, just hear me out.” Zelina interrupted her as she placed a hand in front of her to stop her from leaving. “… I’m not saying that you need it, but… I’m going with a group for drinks tonight.”

At that, Rhea blinked and arched an eyebrow. “And what does that have to do with…?”

Zelina rolled her eyes. “What I’m saying is that you need some booze, puta. That’s where I’m getting at.”

“Zelina, we literally work tomorrow.”

“And? Don’t tell me you’ve never woken up with a hangover before. Girl- if anyone needs it, it’s you.” Zelina pointed at her. “Listen, you do what you gotta do right now. But if you wanna tag along, text me before five-thirty so we can meet here at the lobby.”

“… you know who’s going?”

“Not sure. All I know is that a group is going. Look, Santos said that there’s a bar downtown that he went along with the other guys a few weeks ago and he told all of us that we should go. So right now we’re the ones getting people to join tonight. And right now, I’m getting you to come along, only if you want to.”

Rhea began to ponder, looking away for a few seconds before she turned to deliver her response to Zelina. “… I’ll be here at five.”

At that, Zelina perked up before she blinked, somewhat surprised by Rhea’s quick response. “Wait, for real?”

“Yeah for real, I’ll text you.” She simply said as she walked past her. “But only because I need to wind the fuck down.”

She walked away as Zelina watched her leave, blinking in surprise as she watched her go outside while she spoke to herself. “… okay girl, that’s the energy you need…”

6:00 PM

“We’re here!” Jimmy called out, a huge grin forming on his face as he parked the van near the parking area at the bar. “Also y’all, whoever is driving us back home, you better not get drunk cuz imma get fucked up!”

“Yeah yeah, Jimmy, that means you, right?” Came Finn’s comment as he snorted while Jimmy gave him a look as he sat up from the driver’s seat.

“Man come on, ya know we all need it, even me!” He opened the door as he got out first, all the while the others followed suit.

“Uh yeah, sure, y’all need it, but I’m just saying, we need to be back at the hotel cuz some of us work tomorrow, you know.” Raquel called out as she rolled her eyes, gathering some of her stuff as she followed the others outside as well.

“Well Raquel how ‘bout you keep an eye on us, eh?”

“Nah, not feeling like it.”

“… Damn.”

Disregarding the clamor, chatter and commotion around her, Rhea simply sat up from her place inside the van before she made her way out. She then looked at the bar from the outside, figuring and determining that this was the exact bar Zelina was talking about. She then looked at the time on her watch before she went and followed the group. A few drinks wouldn’t hurt even if she was scheduled to work later. After all, she needed to find some sort of distraction.

“Hey Rips,” She heard Damian’s voice as he caught up to her while they both walked in together along with the others. “Are you doing okay now?”

At the question, she wanted to shrug her shoulders and not say anything but knowing her best friend, she decided to speak. “I’ll be alright. Just need to drink for a bit.”

“Okay. I’ll be tagging along with Dom and the others, alright?” Damian nodded at her, hearing the sound of music almost competing with their voices as soon as they walked in while he opted to speak louder this time just so she could hear him. “If you need anything, we’ll be here!”

“I’ll let you know!” Rhea nodded as they both parted ways. She then sighed, going straight to the bar to order herself something to drink. As she did, Zelina was quick to interrupt her conversation with Carlito while approaching the Australian as she sat down with her.

“See? Told you it wasn’t a bad idea coming here.”

“Don’t get too comfortable. Not gonna thank you yet.” Rhea simply said as she while Zelina wanted to laugh at that.

“Nah, you’re gonna thank me later. Trust me, you will.” The bartender then approached them as Zelina ordered their drinks while Rhea looked out at the crowd of people who were drinking, eating, dancing, chatting, and literally doing anything that you would normally see at a bar.

“Hey.”

At the voice, Rhea perked up as she realized who it belonged to way too well. She turned to her side to see Dom approach her after he was speaking to both Finn and Damian from the other table. “Dom…”

“I left you a few texts. I… saw the ones you left last night.”

At this, Rhea suddenly went silent as she looked down. Zelina noticed this as she looked at the two. “I’ll… just walk away for now. Riri, if you want, imma be with Raquel. You can find us whenever you’re free.”

Rhea only nodded as the bartender served their drinks while Zelina paid for them both. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Lemme know if you’re getting refills!” The shorter woman called out as she was already walking away to Raquel’s table. Once she left, Rhea turned to Dom as she took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“Look. About last night, I…” Rhea told him as she took her drink in her hand and sat down on the stool chair near the bar while Dominik did the same. “I was intending on telling you at some point… but I wasn’t sure when. And I didn’t want to drag it any further, either.”

Dominik looked to his side for a second as he seemed to contemplate on her words. He then looked at her in the eye, with Rhea almost holding her breath and preparing for what he was about to say or do as he spoke.

“… did this all start after we went to help Roman and the Bloodline that night?”

“… yes.”

“How many times since then?”

“Four.” Rhea admitted, deciding to be truthful as a pang of guilt hit her like a tidal wave at that moment. “I wanted to stop it, I really did. But…”

“… you’re feeling something for Roman, aren’t you?” Came his sudden question which made Rhea look up at him, completely speechless.

“Dom, I—“

“Rhea, please.” Dominik sighed. “If it was a one time thing then maybe we would’ve just… you know, act like nothing happened and move on with our lives. I would’ve been fine with it. But four times?”

“But I still wanted to stop it.”

“Did you?” He asked her, almost doubting her sincerity for the first time as he looked at her. Rhea rubbed her forehead as she tried to find the words to speak and looked down.

“Look, I’m sorry, I… I don’t know what I was thinking. If I could take it all back, I would’ve done it by now. Trust me when I say this.” She looked him in the eye once again as she went and held his hand. Dominik looked at it, debating on whether he should hold it back or let go as she continued to speak. “Dom, please. I don’t want this to affect us. What we have. We both work together well, and… honestly, I can’t see myself without you. I can’t.”

He pondered on her words as he looked at her hand holding his, her thumb softly rubbing his knuckles. His gaze then softened after a while as he used his other hand to caress her hand as he spoke. “I need some time, Rhea. Just… let me think about it. And I’m sure you have a lot to think about as well. But right now, we can’t rush things after this. This doesn’t mean I’m leaving the group or anything, but… I just need some time on my own, too.”

Rhea remained silent at his words before she felt Dominik’s hand let go of hers slowly, watching him walk away. She couldn’t even find the words to stop him nor say anything as she watched him leave before she tried to compose herself by drinking. After a while, she left her chair and decided to look for Zelina and Raquel. She needed to distract herself from this shit. She had to.

What she didn’t know was that a certain Tribal Chief was watching her from a distance from where he sat along with Jimmy and Solo.

She had been looking for the two women for a while until she gave up. Sighing deeply, she decided to finish her drink and go back inside the van. Thankfully all of them within the group had access to the van since they shared the same keys, so she was able to go inside and lock the door behind her before she went to find her seat. She sat there for a while before she took a deep breath, still attempting to compose herself while she closed her eyes. She clenched her right fist while holding her phone and purse with the other one, until she could no longer maintain herself as she allowed her shoulders to drop and exhaled deeply.

She allowed a few tears to drop from her eyes, knowing that she needed to let all the pressure that she was feeling out, especially while being alone, all the while she was also quick to wipe them away.

She was going to lose Dom. All because of something she should’ve avoided herself from doing. Seeking help from Roman and the Bloodline was both a good idea and a bad idea at the same time. If only she had known this before, none of this would’ve happened. She only had herself to blame and now, things weren’t looking okay right now.

However, the damage was already done and Dom already spoke. He needed some time and space, even though he was still going to remain with the Judgement Day. Regardless, Rhea was beginning to fear that this was it. If Dom decided to end what they have, they’re done for. She’s done for.

Even though what Dom said about her needing some time to think as well was true, she refused to believe that she had her own doubts and thoughts about this whole thing. She knew she loved Dom, she really did. She’s always loved him ever since he decided to join her, Finn and Damian. He was her partner in crime, her person, her everything.

Someone just like Liv.

At that, she sighed deeply and rubbed her head. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. She’s moved on from what her and Liv had and that was it. She was different now, and she refused to go back to the way that she was way back then. That was then. Now, all she wanted was for her and Dominik to remain together.

But then, there’s also Roman.

At the simple thought of just his name, she wanted to pull her own hair out. Or better yet, she wanted to punch the window near her. Just by the thought of him she wasn’t even able to think properly to begin with. Ever since their night together, even. Or, more like ever since the second time that they slept together, which was after their match against Bianca and Bobby. At the thought of that moment, she even wanted to drown herself somehow. She didn’t want to remember anything from that moment at all.

However, it was still engrained in her brain, and there was no way to forget about it. Permanently, at least.

Sighing deeply, she went to the small bathroom inside the van as she checked on herself to make sure that it wasn’t obvious that she was crying or anything before she went out, gathering her phone and purse before she went back to the bar, acting as if nothing happened as she began to locate where Zelina and Raquel were, the music being louder this time as most people were already dancing at this rate. It was around 11:00 PM. Hopefully no one was already drunk, or else she would have to see herself dragging a few people back inside the van- one of them probably being Damian.

After a few minutes, she caught sight of Zelina as the smaller woman had left the dance floor and met up with Raquel again. When she turned around, she noticed Rhea approached. “Finally, it took you a while! Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Rhea said as she sat down with them. “I hope I’m not bothering by sitting here.”

“No, you’re good.” Raquel said quickly as she shook her head. “We’re not in the ring right now, Rips. So you’re good, for now.”

Rhea gave her a smirk of her own as she looked at her. “We’ll see about that at Crown Jewel.”

“Oh, we’ll settle that score later, trust me.”

“Oye, oye, oye, we ain’t in the ring tonight, alright? Alright.” Zelina quickly told the two as she snapped her fingers at them. “Tonight it’s all about forgetting our issues temporarily and just living the moment. Speaking of which, let me get us some drinks, be right back!” She hopped off from her seat before going to the bar. Both Raquel and Rhea saw her leave while Raquel chuckled.

“Well, she has a point.” Rhea said as she shrugged. Raquel turned to her as she shifted in her seat.

“Yeah, let’s… you know what, forget about it.” Raquel dismissed. “I sent you a few texts, just wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Yeah. For now, at least.”

“Good. Cuz we’re gonna need you prepared for Crown Jewel, and I mean it. And honestly, if I end up losing first, well… you’d do me a big favor if you end up kicking Nia’s ass.”

“Oh, that’s a promise right there, don’t worry.” Rhea said as she snorted while Raquel snickered. “I’m not gonna let that slide, trust me.”

Both women chuckled amidst the sound of music and chatter before their conversation awkwardly paused for a minute or so. Nevertheless, Raquel looked out at the crowd of people before she looked at Rhea. “You know if… if there’s a chance of speaking about… you know.”

“About what?” Rhea asked as she turned to face her. Raquel seemed hesitant to speak for a moment before she found the will to do so.

“… about the past. You, me, NXT…? And also Liv and—“

“Raquel, no offense, but I’d appreciate it if we leave that conversation in the future.” The champion interrupted her. She didn’t seem mad or upset. She only seemed neutral, which was something that concerned Raquel for a bit. “Right now, I just want to forget temporarily and… it’s been a hell of a weekend.”

“I know, I understand now.” Raquel nodded, placing both of her hands together. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll respect it. But… just whenever you’re ready to talk about it and—“

“Order up!” Zelina’s voice interrupted Raquel immediately as she arrived with three drinks. “And don’t worry, it’s on me.”

“Again? Girl, are you sure you have enough money?” Raquel asked as she turned and took her drink while Zelina sat back down with them.

“I’ll be alright.” She reassured her. “Now come on. ¡Salud!”

“¡Salud!”

“Cheers!”

The three women clinked their drinks at the same time together before they began to drink.

The night went a bit fast for the group until it was around 2 AM. The bar was beginning to close just as the group was leaving. While some of them had gotten drunk, others were still sober and somewhat sleepy as they took a small nap in the van, waiting until they arrived at the hotel. Solo, who was driving and taking Jimmy’s place after the latter had indeed gotten “fucked up” as one would say, had already announced the group that they arrived back at the hotel as they started to wake up and get out the van.

On their way back inside, Finn and Solo had to carry a drunken Jimmy while Dominik and Rhea were helping Damian back inside his room. The others also made their way back to their rooms as the hotel was a bit empty and quiet. After a while, Rhea and Dom were able to get Damian sobered up as he was now resting on his bed. Both of them left the room after Dominik made sure that the other male was okay before he turned to Rhea.

“Well, I’ll… see you tomorrow, I guess.”

“Yeah… sleep well.” Rhea nodded as she folded her hands inside her pocket. Dominik kissed her temple and gave her a small smile before he began to walk away. Rhea then began to dither before she decided to speak up.

“Dom?”

“Hm?”

“… I’m sorry.”

“…I know. Take care, Rhea. And get some rest.”

With that, Dominik looked down for a second before he went to his room. After he left, the champion herself exhaled as she leaned her back against the wall. She didn’t feel tired nor sleepy at all. There was no use of her going back inside her room just to mop and contemplate about herself and her thoughts. She needed a distraction. Something to make her forget for a bit, again.

Suddenly, she remembers that the bar at the lobby downstairs was still open and that it only closed at 4:30 AM. She looked at the time on her watch. It was 2:20 AM. She could probably still go down and give herself at least one more drink. Perhaps maybe a swim around the pool too, if it was still open.

Making her choice, instead of going to her room, she went to the elevator and down to the lobby.

The ambience within the bar inside the hotel was unlike the one in which the group went to. It was a bit quiet, hence the lack of customers inside as well as with the calming music. Rhea had sat alone as she had her first drink, trying not to contemplate on how she should’ve probably been spending some time with Dominik instead of just being there alone with her own thoughts.

She shifted in her seat, looking up at the TV that was hanging by the corner of the bar, an episode of Private Practice playing as she could only opt to bore her eyes at the show. While she wasn’t a big fan of TV series and she was more of a fan of horror, thinking about doing any of her favorite things was the last thing on her mind right now. What she needed was anything to distract her from everything in her life right now.

It was then that she suddenly realized that when she had her phone in her hand, she remembered that she had placed her phone on DND since she left her room. Quickly, she unlocked her phone and turned her notifications on. Aside from needing to check her emails, she went to her texts first.

One text from Dominik which was from this morning:

‘Can we please talk rn?’

Well, they already did. So that was done… not in the way that Rhea wanted it to, but it was already done. She then went to the next; Zelina’s texts.’

‘Hope you’re doing ok!’ - Sent after they arrived from the bar.

‘Waiting for u at the lobby, wear something nice, girl!’ - Sent to her before heading to the bar.

Next up, she went and opened Raquel’s messages- something that she found untrusting, yet again, but it still didn’t hurt to open them. Most of them, which were about six texts, were mostly asking about if she was alright + hearing what happened the other night, but other than that, nothing.

Rhea then closed every message and even made sure to reply to any that she saw that needed a response. However, once she did, she realized that she missed one. And when she realized who it was, she didn’t even want to open it.

Roman.

‘We need to talk. I’m heading to your room rn.’

Her eyes widened at that as she immediately locked her phone, wishing that she didn’t open the message. It was sent to her this morning before she left. She began to process everything in her head as she looked at the time in which the message was sent. Roman had sent the message around the same time she went downstairs. Meaning that Roman could’ve possibly taken the elevator while she went down the lobby. She rubbed her face and grumbled beneath her breath. This could only mean that Roman was still actually seeking her even after everything that went down. Hell, she even unknowingly avoided him this entire day, all because she was too focused on avoiding her issues.

The question was, why did he want to talk to her? Didn’t he blame her for continuing on with their fling?

All of the sudden she heard a deep voice beside her.

“I’ll pay for her drink and a bourbon whiskey.”

And speak of the devil…

“Roman, what are you doing here?” Rhea said with an annoyed tone.

“I could say the same thing. I just wanted one last drink for the night, what about you?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“You became my business ever since we made that deal, and ever since we fu-”

“Yes I know, I was there. No need to remind me. That still doesn’t give the right.”

“Look, I'm just trying to help.”

“Well, I don't need your help.”

“I remember saying the same thing back then before being proved wrong by you.”

“You know what, I don’t have time to listen to this nonsense,” Rhea snapped. She chugged the rest of her drink and she was about to get up but was stopped by Roman grabbing her arm like before they had their first affair except this time she didn’t struggle.

“Do you think if I truly didn’t care I would be here?” Roman asked with a soft voice. Rhea didn’t reply instead she sighed and looked away.

“Rhea?”

“...”

“Rhea, look at me.”

“No, Roman, I’ve had enough.” This time Rhea started to walk away, Roman hot on her heels.

“Ripley, wait-”

“Roman, I need some fucking time-”

“Time for what? To drown in your own self pity or the fact that no one has actually taken the time to check on you?” Rhea didn’t know if it was the alcohol in her system or what Roman said but a tear ran down her cheek but quickly wiped it off before Roman saw it. They stopped in front of the elevator doors waiting for the doors to open in silence. The doors finally opened and they went in, that's when Rhea decided to speak.

“You don’t know shit about me, Reigns. And let me make this clear, my business is not your business. Get that through your thick skull.”

“Well as of lately your business also involves me, therefore it is not just your business, it is also mine,” he said standing in front of her while the elevator doors closed behind him, “and until all those problems you got going on are solved and you start acting like yourself, I will not be stepping back.”

“You’re very irritating, you know? But do whatever you want, that’s what you do anyway-” She was cut off by Roman roughly pushing her against the wall and claiming her lips.

“You argue too much,” Roman said into her lips. Rhea just stared at him, doe eyed debating whether she really wanted to push him away or not. Right then, the elevator doors dinged open. Roman looked at Rhea as if asking ‘where do you want to go’ she just nodded but he knew exactly what she meant.

He tapped her leg twice, signaling her to jump on him. He carried her to his hotel room, closing the door with his foot all while still kissing her. He placed her on the bed and started to take his clothes off, discarding them on the floor. Rhea sat back, leaning on her elbows admiring his toned body.

“Are you going to stay there staring or are you going to take those off?” he pointed at her clothes. She smirked before taking her shirt off and throwing it at him, revealing nothing underneath. He shook his head at her antics then crawled on top of her, kissing from her stomach up to her chest. She released soft moans when he began to suck and caress her breast, she ran her fingers through his hair as he did so. Rhea closed her eyes and let herself feel for once.

Roman mentally made it his mission to make her feel good after all the pain she had been going through. He slowly took her pants and panties off, taking his time admiring her like the first time. He wasted no time in putting her legs over his shoulders and putting his mouth to work. He shamelessly lapped over her wet folds like it was his last meal. Rhea's grip on his hair got tighter as her moans got louder. Her moans a sweet melody to his ears.

“Roman- I’m close,” she slurred out. Right when she said that he stopped his movements. She whined and opened her mouth to protest but Roman didn’t let her.

“Shh, I'll be right back,” he said before disappearing through the bathroom door. Rhea could only sigh in desperation. When he came back he was putting on a condom. When he got to the edge of the bed Rhea got on her knees and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Roman was taken aback but kissed her back immediately.

“Roman, fuck me please.”

He gently laid her back on the bed and placed a pillow under her back to make sure she was comfortable. He got in between her legs and entered her dripping core. Roman gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size before he began to move. Rhea pulled him down, her nails scratching his back while he kissed and sucked her neck and collarbone. Her moans only edge him to speed up his movements.

“Please don’t stop, Roman, I'm close,” she begged into his ear.

“I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

They had gone multiple rounds throughout the night and it was now 4 am. Both Rhea and Roman were worn out. Roman got up to throw away the third used condom of the night and went into the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean Rhea up but when he got back into the room she was already asleep.

He placed the cloth back in the bathroom before getting into bed with Rhea. And right before falling into a deep slumber, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her body closer to his chest, placing a kiss on her forehead while gently caressing her lower back until sleep had finally taken over him.

[jxtina-86]

Hiding From The Daylight

The bed shifts and he stirs awake. Eyes still closed, he automatically reaches out but before he can curl his fingers around her wrist, she's gone. Instead his hand falls to the sheets and he keeps it there, soaking up the warmth that she's left behind.

Beyond his closed eyes, he knows the sun is starting to rise, but he refuses to believe it. He makes a mental note that next time he'll make the effort to pull the blinds fully closed in order to postpone her departure as much as possible.

He can hear her softly padding about the room, the whisper of clothes pulled from the chair and the floor, the soft murmur of a zip on a bag, a gentle click-clack of her searching through her make-up.

There's a slight breeze as she heads for the bathroom and before she close the door, he's there, pushing it open and cupping her head in his hands.

She lets him. For a second anway.

And then she's tugging his hands away, stepping out of reach yet again.

"I'm late."

"I don't give a fuck."

She raises an eyebrow at him.

He's not beyond begging. He's done it countless times before. But she's never waivered. Not once.

He steps towards her again but she raises a hand. "I'm not fucking around, Roman."

This is part of the thrill for her. Between dusk and dawn, she's at his mercy. And yet the second the sun peeks over the horizon, the tables turn. He's the one left pining for her and she's the one with the ice-cool demeanour, barely giving him a second glance as he tries to persuade her otherwise.

But even though he knows it's a game they play, he's not sure if he enjoys it.

At first it was fun. And to an extent it still is.

But now, he's tired of the same routine.

He wants more, he realises as he watches her warm the shower.

He wants to join her under the hot steam, pepper her shoulders with kisses, nuzzle against her neck and cover her in bubbles. He wants to eat breakfast with her, reach for hand over the table, run his fingers up her thigh under the table. He wants to drive her back to the airport, with her in the front seat next to him, reach over to kiss her goodbye.

Once the fantasy was all the ways he could fuck her, smear her make-up, make her scream.

Now, the fantasy is the life he wants with her as her equal.

The former he could make a reality. The latter, he knows, will just remain a wishful dream.

"All yours," she murmurs as she brushes back past him. "I've got a breakfast meeting downtown so make it quick."

"With who?"

She doesn't answer, but he knows.

And just before he watches her leave the room, she confirms it. When she thinks he's not looking. One, two, three rings slipped back onto her left hand, glinting at him as she ruffles her hair and then closes the door behind her.

****

Do I have time to write anymore? No.

Do I have ideas? Yes.

Will there be more? Who knows.

[snowdice]

New Couch; Old Habits (Part of the Envisage Series)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Roman & Logan, Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Patton/Logan (background)

Characters: Roman, Logan, Virgil, Patton

Summary: Virgil's parents come to visit him in his new apartment.

Notes: Leg Injury, very brief allusions to torture, Superhero AU

This takes place after Best Laid Plans and is part of the Labeled Universe.

Roman couldn’t help but fidget on the landing between the second and third floor of his new apartment building. “Are you sure you don’t want…”

 “Attempt to carry me one more time Mr. Silvia, and I will throw you out of a window,” Mr. Dr. Sanders said. His tone was without heat, but Roman was certain he was serious. His body may not have fully recovered from being captured, but his powers certainly had. Roman was not interested in having a thrown down with Bluebird even on a day where Bluebird had his leg in a cast and was wobbling on crutches. Roman would probably still lose.

He had to restrain himself from reaching for the man as he teetered dangerously on his crutches while tackling the next step.

Mr. Dr. Sanders was not used to going up stairs with his crutches. Sure, he’d been taught how to do so in physical therapy and his and Dr. Patton’s house had a staircase, but Roman doubted he every actually walked up them. Today, however, they were in a semi-public place, so the man did not want to glide up the stairs like Dracula. He also wasn’t confident in using his powers in a non-obvious way to steady himself yet, so normal plebeian stair climbing with crutches was the only option. Or at least, it was the only option Mr. Dr. Sanders’ pride would let him take.

Roman swore he had heart palpitations every time Mr. Dr. Sander’s good leg left solid ground so he could swing forward supported only by the crutches.

Roman heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind him and winced, worried he was about to awkwardly meet one of his new neighbors, but when he glanced back, it was just Dr. Patton. Dr. Patton had gone to park the car and grab something for them all to eat for dinner. It had taken him a bit as the apartment was downtown with little parking, and he’d likely had to park the car on the university campus. Two bulging plastic bags swung on his arms as he came to a stop a few steps below them.

He seemed surprised to see them still on the stairs, but then shook his head with an eyeroll. “Sweetie,” he said. “I didn’t ask Roman to meet us downstairs so you could make him watch you climb two flights of stairs yourself.”

Mr. Dr. Sanders pursed his lips. He did not turn to look at Dr. Patton as he was too focused on the next step he needed to take. “I am perfectly capable of going up stairs on my own.”

As though to demonstrate, he swung for the next step, perhaps too quickly. He made it, but it was a close thing. Dr. Patton made a sound between a tsk and a scoff but didn’t argue seeing as he was only three stairs away from the top. He and Roman lingered on the stairs below Mr. Dr. Sanders as he finished proving himself.

“Alright,” Mr. Dr. Sanders said once firmly on the third floor. “Which is your apartment?”

“This way,” Roman said, walking around the man towards his apartment with his keys in hand. Virgil always insisted that Roman lock the door behind him even if one of them was still in the apartment or he only planned to be out for a moment. (He always said stepping out for a moment can end up lasting longer than expected and Roman hated that Virgil’s dad had just proven him correct.)

It took Roman a few tries to get the key to work as the lock stuck a bit, and he wasn’t used to opening it. By the time he managed to get the door open, Mr. and Dr. Sanders were beside him.

“What kind of surprise takes you half an hour to get it from downstairs?” Virgil asked as Roman swung open the door.

“A stubborn one,” Roman replied dryly, walking into their apartment.

Virgil looked up from his place on one of their two armchairs with a confused pinch to his brow, but then he saw his parents in the doorway. He blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and Roman knew it was not directed at Dr. Patton considering Dr. Patton had been here 5 days in the past week.

“While I fully acknowledge I was incapable of helping you move in last week, I still wished to see your new apartment,” Mr. Dr. Sanders replied. “We brought dinner, and Roman suggested we could watch a movie this evening.”

“He probably just wants to make sure we didn’t put our canned vegetables in the wrong cabinet,” Roman stage whispered with an eyeroll.

“I trust Virgil to know the correct way to organize,” Mr. Dr. Sanders replied, “so, if they do happen to be in the wrong places, I will know who is to blame.”

The small bit of banter gave Virgil time to collect himself from the surprise. “Uh,” he said, getting to his feet. “Come in, please. You should, er, sit, especially you.”

Mr. Dr. Sanders didn’t argue (he had to be exhausted at this point). He allowed Virgil to lead him by the arm to their couch.

Dr. Patton, meanwhile, did not sit. He set the bags of food down on the coffee table and made a beeline to the kitchen to grab plates and silverware.

“What’s this?” Virgil asked, glancing at the bags after plopping down on the couch next to Mr. Dr. Sanders.

“It’s from that pasta place we saw just opened down the street while moving you two in. I thought we could try it out and see if it’s your new favorite,” Dr. Patton answered from the kitchen.

“Do they have chicken parmesan?” Virgil asked. He’d already leaned forward to open one of the bags.

“Yes,” Dr. Patton said, amused as he re-entered the living room. “They do have chicken parmesan. It’s in the container at the bottom of that bag.”

“I’ll get drinks,” Roman offered. “We have a 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper and the juice Dr. Patton brought. I’ll bring those and some cups.”

“Thank you, Roman,” Dr. Patton said with a smile.

Virgil was busy dishing out a plate of ravioli and breadsticks for Mr. Dr. Sanders when Roman returned. Roman could tell by Mr. Dr. Sanders’ face that he wasn’t enthused about not being trusted to make his own plate, but he was indulging Virgil by allowing this anyway.

Dr. Patton had gotten double the amount of food needed for the 4 of them even considering Roman’s need for extra calories and Virgil’s willingness to gorge himself on pasta. So, there were a lot of leftovers to be packed away into Roman’s refrigerator once they were finished. Roman and Dr. Patton handled clean-up while Virgil and Mr. Dr. Sanders argued good naturedly over the movie choice.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Dr. Patton said in a low voice that was almost drowned out by the water he was running to rinse the plates. “I think it’s doing them both some good. More than you two coming over to see us even.”

“Yeah,” Roman agreed. That’s all they spoke about it, turning to lighter subjects like Roman’s classes and Dr. Patton’s latest read.

Virgil and Mr. Dr. Sanders managed to settle on the movie Back to the Future eventually. Virgil had stacked pillows on the coffee table so Mr. Dr. Sanders could more comfortably sit with his leg elevated.

Only 10 minutes into the movie, Virgil had already fallen asleep against Mr. Dr. Sander’s shoulder. It was only 7:30pm (and Virgil usually stayed up past midnight), but it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Roman had found that man sleeping in much weirder places at much weirder times and they’d only lived together for a week.

What was surprising was when Roman glanced over near the end of the movie and found that Mr. Dr. Sanders had fallen asleep as well.

Roman and Dr. Patton discussed it in the kitchen about an hour after the movie had ended, and eventually decided to let them sleep. Dr. Patton had to go home and let Missy out but told Roman to call him if at any point Mr. Dr. Sanders woke up and needed to come home.

Before he left, he grabbed the purple blanket Virgil always favored and threw it over both of them.

Virgil and his father slept through the night like that until Dr. Patton arrived back at the apartment with breakfast and coffee the next morning.

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Breakout- N.P.R

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It's all a big misunderstanding, officer. (Inspired by the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

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Jaune was currently enjoying some leisure time with Neo while his teammates were out downtown to pick up some supplies for a mission that would seem them gone for a week.

Neo had a mischievous look in her eyes while cuddling Jaune, but before any funny business could happen...

Scroll: Breaking News from the city of Vale! The perpetrators in a recent spring of car robberies have finally been caught and are ready to confess to their crimes, but only if a news crew were present.

Jaune tilted his head, their was no perpetrators? At least not anymore. The pair of low class thieves made the dumb attempt to steal from Roman Torchwick of all people, lucky for them their still alive and breathing just... no longer in Vale as Neo sent them packing faaaaar away.

So, who in the he-

Reporter: What you are looking at is a Vale-24/7 exclusive!

Cameraman pans to Nora inside a jail cell.

Nora: Yeah, we done it!

Jaune:

Neo was on the floor in tears with silent laughter.

Nora: Word to big bird, we stole eighteen Scheexus, fifteen Jaaaaags, and a schneezirati, but Ren didn't like the upholstery so I took it back, JACK!

Ren was in the background, hitting his head agaisnt the wall.

Reporter: Do you have anything to comment young lady?

The cameraman focused on Pyrrha, who had her hands in her face before she lowered them down and cried out one name.

Pyrrha: Jaaaaaaaauneee!

Neo was still on the ground laughing as Jaune sighed and grabbed his coat before picking up his scroll and making a few calls to the actual victims of the car thiefs and proceeded his way down to the Vale police station to get his friends outta jail.

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→ the vinyl countdown stall, downtown square. april 5th - 13th 2024. closed for @kayadubois

He had just finished serving another satisfied customer without managing an eye-roll, which Roman considered a great feat, turning to tell Kaya as an example of how much he had matured since they last saw each other. However, he instead let out a snort at the way the drummer had tucked herself into the corner of the tent among the overflow of boxes yet to be hauled out. “You know lurking in the shadows like that only makes you stand out like a sore thumb more. All the mystery bullshit and that.” He commented with a wry smile. It had been nice that, despite her rather dramatic re-entry into his life, that the two managed to pick back up their teasing banter rather easily. “Also, if I have to be out here dealing with the cesspool of this crowd, the least you can do is help me. Especially since you took the last slice of toast this morning.”

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dating 101 (18+) part 15 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, reader is conflicted, cody is amazed by female anatomy, pussy slapping, reader’s a brat, cody just wants to sleep, jealous!cody in denial

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, light nsfw

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y/n had been staring at the bouquet on her desk since the moment roman had dropped her back at the dorms. they had spent majority of the day exploring the downtown area, talking, and having fun. it seemed as though it was a never ending date, as by the time roman had brought her back to the dorms, the sun had already set. as much as the two wanted to continue spending the night with each other, roman had to leave as there was a club mixer he was a participating in. coincidentally, ted’s own club was participating in the same mixer, and so the two had left with each other. this left cody and y/n alone in y/n’s room, although y/n wasn’t paying much attention to the man. and cody couldn’t figure out why he didn’t like that fact.

an odd taste was left in his mouth the moment he had seen austin’s text. this taste had turned into something that had cody wanting to throw up when he saw y/n attached to roman’s side and holding that stupid plushie bouquet roman had gotten for her. but something had churned in cody’s stomach when roman had kissed her forehead before he and ted left, and cody could not understand what he was feeling and why he was feeling something so disgusting.

“so, date went well?” cody asked, tearing y/n’s attention away from the plushie bouquet and making her turn to face him.

“yeah, we’re going to have a formal second date after midterms though.” she answered, a wide smile on her face. “until then, we’re going to be studying together so i get to see him way more often this week which is a major plus!” y/n giggled.

“ok, then what’s the label between you two right now? you dating?” cody asked, although he hated the way the word “dating” had felt on his tongue. it didn’t feel right.

“no, not dating.” y/n answered, and cody could see the way that the gears in y/n’s head were currently turning. “we talked about it. roman’s not sure if he wants a relationship right now and i’m not really sure what i want either. but, we both agree that we still want to explore whatever’s going on between us because there is something there.”

cody nodded his head, acknowledging her answer. although to him, all he heard was that y/n was still his, not roman’s and certainly not whoever the fuck austin is. “so, not exclusive then?” he pressed further, as if to confirm his own thoughts.

“no. we agreed that it’d be fine if we weren’t exclusive, because at that point we might as well be in a relationship. we’re still trying to work things out between us.” she answered with a shrug. y/n stared at cody, her expression faltering as she took in his figure.

god, that nap they took together was amazing, and y/n was sure it wasn’t because of the weed but rather because of the fact that she was in cody’s arms.

…

what?

cody watched as y/n had suddenly turned serious. she turned to look out into the hallway before getting up and shutting the door. he cocked a brow, staring right into y/n’s gaze once she turned back around to face him.

this is wrong. it has been wrong since the moment cody and y/n had first kissed after y/n had already recognized her feelings for roman. it had only become increasingly worse when y/n had let cody be the first one to bury himself in her and make her feel pleasure and pain in ways she has never previously experienced.

cody had turned into the unlikely person that y/n had come to trust the most in this world. he had helped her branch out to make connections and coax her out of her shell. he had shown support for her in ways that only cody could. he didn’t judge her or force her out of her comfort zone, and she admired the way cody attacked the world without a second to doubt himself. even though many had come to know him as just a “good fuck” whenever they needed a release, cody had proved himself to be so much more than his physical body when he would excel in his academics and be so attentive to y/n’s wants and needs. in a short amount of time, cody had carved himself a permanent fixture in y/n’s life, and y/n had no plans of evicting him any time soon.

and although roman had made her world stop with his kiss, she couldn’t figure out why she had suddenly grown so attached to cody.

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?” cody asked, tearing y/n out of her own thoughts. he motioned her to come towards him, patting at his thigh as if to tell her to take a seat.

she shouldn’t. not when she and roman had just had an amazing date. but at the same time, she had slept with cody in the literal hours before her date. it was as if her body had a mind of its own, and before y/n knew it, she was already straddling cody’s hips with her arms around his neck and her wide gaze peering into his.

y/m squeezed her eyes shut, leaning forward and burying her face into the crook of cody’s neck. she felt his arms wrap around her waist and one of his hands begin to rub circles into her back.

“sweetheart? what’s wrong i thought the date went well?” cody asked, worried by y/n’s sudden change in mood.

“no, it went amazing, cody.” she whispered. you’re not exclusive with roman, she could hear that little voice tell her in the back of her mind. that was just a way for y/n to cope with the fact that she wanted to feel cody hold her against him without feeling too guilty about it. “just wanted to be in your arms for a moment.” y/n found herself admitting. she felt cody’s chest rise and fall with the small laughs he had let out, and felt him press a kiss to the side of her head.

“my sweet girl.” cody whispered, hooking his arms under her legs and standing up. he walked over to y/n’s bed, supporting her with one arm as he pulled the blanket back before setting y/n down. he took her shoes off for her, while kicking his own slides off in the process, and scooted into the bed beside her.

cody pulled the blanket over them, laying on his side to face her and sliding his arm under her head. y/n turned to face him, scooting closer to him and pressing her face into his chest as his arm wrapped around her. she shivered at cody’s bare skin, and said, “jesus fuck, codes. have you been shirtless this whole day? you’re freezing.”

cody laughed, and answered, “it’s comfortable, and i’ve gotten used to the cold.” his hand trailed down, until it rested against the small of her back. “not too sore yet, right?” cody asked.

y/n shook her head, pulling her face away from cody’s chest to stare up at him. “no, but i’m still bleeding a little. i went to pee and when i wiped i saw blood and i was like ‘wow thanks cody’” she laughed, rolling her eyes at the cocky smile that had appeared on cody’s face. she brought a hand up, slapping his cheek gently in a teasing manner as if to tell him to stop being so cocky. “i’ll definitely feel it tomorrow though. it feels really swollen down there.”

“let me see.” cody suddenly jumped at the opportunity, much to y/n’s surprise.

“codes, what?” she breathed out, although she didn’t fight against cody when he moved out of her arms and adjusted her so she was laying on her back. cody shrugged the blanket off of him and pushed the fabric away from y/n.

“i want to see, i’m curious.” he said, pushing up the skirt of her dress and pulling down her spandex and underwear in one go.

y/n had never felt her face heat up so badly before, and she was sure she was as red as a tomato in that moment. but did she fight back? no. “this is so weird when it’s not sexual.” she said, causing cody to laugh as he spread her legs.

she jolted when she felt cody’s fingers part her lips, her eyes widening in shock. “cody what the hell are you doing down there?” she asked, lifting her head so she can look down at cody.

the man’s head was tilted downwards so he could stare at her core, and he was parting her lips as if to get a clearer view. “getting a better view.” cody answered, adjusting himself so he sat further back in the bed. cody kept one hand on y/n’s thigh to keep her legs parted, while his other hand was on her core. “are you sure you don’t feel anything right now?” he asked, worry dripping down his chin. he averted his gaze away from her core, meeting y/n’s eyes and seeing the embarrassed look on her face.

“is it that bad? it doesn’t feel like anything right now.” y/n asked, suddenly worried by cody’s own reaction.

“it just looks really raw and tender right now, a little swollen. but like in a hot way. i bet you’re extremely sensitive too.” cody said, experimentally tapping on y/n’s clit and watching the way y/n squirmed and reacted to his touch.

“no, no, mister. you are not getting me all horny when you already fucked me today.” she warned him, sitting up and pressing her hands to his chest.

“alright, alright. i hear you, miss y/n.” he laughed, flipping y/n’s dress back down and taking her wrists in his hands. cody pushed her back down to the bed gently, pinning her wrists to the mattress above her head.

“cody.” she whispered, her tone faltering.

“so, who’s austin and why do i have to pay him even though i’ve had you first?” cody questioned.

the possessive tone in cody’s voice had y/n’s eyes widening. “you know, if i didn’t know you better, i would dare say you’re jealous.” y/n whispered after a moment of the two just staring into each others eyes, although cody’s gaze had grown hostile with each passing second.

“you should also know that i love being first and the best in everything i do, and now that includes you.” cody replied, watching the way y/n had shuddered under him. “roman already pissed me off by telling me to get in the back of the line when i already have you running back to my arms after going out on a date with him. and then i learn about your little friend austin, and how he wants to bend you over and put that plan b to use. so, who is austin?” he continued to talk, venom dripping down his chin.

y/n knew she had already told cody that they would not be having round two any time soon, but the way cody was speaking in that moment had a pool of arousal dripping between her thighs. she had never taken cody to be the jealous type, and she prayed to god that he’d protect her as she played her next card. “austin’s just a friend, but he’s sort of been trying to get in my pants since forever.” she whispered, watching the way something like irritation flashed in cody’s eyes.

“well, i took your innocence, princess. so as far as i’m concerned, this guy can fuck off to the back of the line while i have my fun, and run me my money while he’s at it.” cody grumbled.

y/n giggled, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss to cody’s lips that had the man calming down slowly. it was a short kiss, one that didn’t leave y/n feeling too guilty about, but it was enough to get cody to cool his anger. “jealousy is a good look on you, codes.” she teased, feeling cody let go of her wrists and watching him roll his eyes.

“i’m not jealous.” he mumbled, falling back to his spot beside y/n and draping an arm over her. “i’d watch that mouth if i were you. you’re not wearing anything under that dress of yours anymore and although you may be too sensitive for my cock, i’m sure you’d love to have my fingers in you.” cody threatened, shutting his eyes and letting his head sink into her pillow.

y/n knew she was playing with fire at this point, and cody had even looked peaceful beside her. she turned on her side, snuggling into cody’s chest and feeling his arm tighten around her. it truly was tragic for cody that y/n loved to play with fire. “actually, with all the talk austin’s been doing since i’ve known him, i think i should invite him to visit.” y/n mused.

cody furrowed his brows, reaching his hand down between y/n’s legs. his forced her to turn so she was laying on her back once again, parted her thighs with his hand, and a wet slap was heard throughout the room. y/n yelped, her eyes darting to look at cody’s face. the man’s eyes were still closed, and his face held no emotion.

“someone’s wet.” he mumbled, slapping her pussy once again and grinning when he heard her yelp and whimper. “now shut up and quit acting out. i’ve been studying all fucking day while you were out having fun and don’t have the patience to deal with you being a brat and trying to make me mad.” cody grumbled, bringing his hand back up and wrapping his arm around her figure.

y/n nodded her head, feeling her core pulse between her legs as she turned back on to her side to face cody. “sorry” she whispered, closing her eyes and pressing her face into his chest. she didn’t even want to know what else cody would end up doing if she continued to act out, and his reaction had already been enough to satisfy her.

“it’s ok sweetheart.” cody whispered. “i’m gonna nap, all i’ve been staring at are graphs, graphs, graphs, a pie chart, and a bunch of empty cells in a stupid excel sheet this entire fucking day and i have a headache just thinking about it.” he continued, his voice increasingly getting more irritated as he spoke. cody opened his eyes and reached out for the blanket, pulling it back over the two of them.

“i’m not sleepy though.” y/n replied, pulling her head away from cody’s chest to look up at him. he met her gaze, and y/n could see the frustration and fatigue that he had been hiding since the moment she returned up until this point.

“i said i’m going to nap, not you.” he mumbled, bringing his hand around to the back of her head and pulling her back into his chest. he shut his eyes, his eyelids feeling heavy. “my phone’s in my pocket. passcode is 3829. goodnight.”

y/n blushed, nodding her head and reaching between them to grab cody’s phone out of his pocket. she adjusted herself so that she could hold the phone up to her face while still being comfortable in cody’s arms, and she began to look for something to watch with the volume on low.

eventually, the only sounds cody could hear were the soft sound of some gaming video that y/n was watching and her soft laughs that’d follow a joke that was made. he smiled to himself, his eyes still shut, and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of y/n’s head. as he drifted off to sleep, cody couldn’t help but think:

this is way better than sleeping alone.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hey, would you consider writing headcanons for Thomas Barrow if he had a teen sister reader? Similar to the being friends with one. Maybe about their home lives before Thomas was employed at Downton, their relationship, when Thomas went to war, and if (when old enough) sister reader joins her brother at works at Downton.

Also, loved the Thomas Barrow series! It was so sweet and very well written 😁

Would really appreciate it! Don’t worry if not! Xx

thomas barrow & teen!sister!reader headcanons

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a/n: thank you so much for this request!! thomas is actually my roman empire and I love writing for him. I’m currently in s2 in my rewatch and I’m in love with him all over again. anyways I’m so glad you liked my thomas series that makes me so happy and i hope you enjoy this too <3 also I don’t usually add cuts for my headcanons but these ended up being rather long so read them after the cut !! 🍒💋

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being thomas’s teen sister would include…

ok so…

thomas definitely read to you when you were to little to read on your own

he once scared you so much that you were sure you were going to get eaten by the monster in the wardrobe 

and he had to sleep with you in your room for a week after that

as you got older he became so freaking protective of you 

he would take the blame for your mistakes

and secretly pass you all his desserts

he would tell you everything that he wouldn’t tell anyone else

like how he wasn’t interested in any of the girls in your village

when he went off to work at downtown you cried for days 

and he looked away as he left so you couldn’t tell that so did he

he would write to you every week 

so much so that—

“fancy that, thomas has a sweetheart”

“well there’d be a first, no he’s writing to that sister he’s so fond of”

“oh leave off, o’brien, i can write to whoever i like”

he would try to hide his troubles from you in his letters but you could always tell that something was the matter

when you got the news that he had to go to war, you couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks not knowing what was happening to him 

and amongst his prayers to live every night he prayed you were safe at home 

when he was taken off the front lines and sent to be a medic at the hospital you were so relieved that you convinced your parents to let you go visit him

you gave him the biggest hug of his life and he didn’t let you go

when you became old enough and expressed your interest thomas got you a job at downton as a maid

he probably got some other maid fired in order to do it but we just won’t talk about that 

anyways once you got there he made it his job to teach you everything you’d need to know 

and make sure you were taken care of

all of the other servants loved you from the moment they met you

mostly because thomas is a different person when you’re around 

“i’m sure thomas’ll find some way to scheme his way out of it and make me look like the fool”

“not anymore, he’s gone soft now hasn’t he? what with that sister of his around. rubs off on him, i reckon”

you become close friends with Anna 

and, when she begins working there, Baxter, who you’ve known since you were a kid

you two definitely complain about and tease Thomas much to his dismay

he’s totally walked in on you telling a story about him from childhood and had to endure teasing for weeks 

“…and his britches just ripped right down the center.”

he always, after much pestering on your part, confides in you about everything 

(jimmy, his job, richard, guy) 

and values your ‘young, bright opinions’

you made him mittens once and he wears them whenever he can 

even though they ‘itch like the devil’

one time one of the footmen showed interest in you and thomas went full older brother mode on him 

and you assured him you you didn’t need his protection 

until he jilted you and you let thomas give him a piece of his mind and hold you while you cried 

you read the papers together and you love hearing his commentary on everything going on in the world

if something’s bothering you he’ll get it out of you one way or another 

“go on, (y/n), you can tell your brother thomas”

and he actually gives really good advice

he recognizes how he doesn’t know how he’d go on without you sometimes

and how even when no one was there for him you were 

thomas just cares for you so much 

and (even though he’d never admit it) loves you more than anyone or anything else in this world 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! have a lovely day babes <3🩰🪐