#and yeah. the hole is still there. its directly next to the elevator ya know.
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goobsgoobers · 2 months ago
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Hey goob out of curiosity, if you stretched your arms out to scraps and you sister stretched her tail out to get to you.. would that result in..
Stretch hug? Probably not a good idea because you will probably unintentionally hurt eachother doing that due to you both probably coming at one another at fast speeds.
Well, your actually not that far off from what happened!
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Turns out, no matter what scraps can only pull herself twords things with her tail, and I basically acted like a boost to that!
She went really fast for a short while, too fast for me to actually tell how close she was!
Ended up knocked out and then she went face first into a wall!
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I think there's still a hole there we managed to blame on shrimpo...
Don't think anyone but us two know the truth about it! Was a very fun experiment! Even though we both had to stay in bed for a week
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hinac0lada · 5 years ago
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the wrong reasons
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RISS’ NOTE: food for .. tsum tsum fuckers <3 this is also dedicated to @agaassi​ !! ilysm mrs. miya mwa mwa big thanks to @drabblily​ for beta reading !
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CHARACTER PAIRING: fwb!atsumu miya/f!reader
WC: 5.1k
WARNING/s: nsfw/smut, vaginal sex, blowjob, riding, some cock warming, dirty talk, crying, slight crack + angst + fluff
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today was indeed a bad day for you. thoughts filled your head with the recent fight you had with a friend that left your heart broken. but the show must go on, you and your friends with benefits agreed specifically on this day, so you just can't just say no. sighing once the elevator doors open, you make small but quick strides on the way to the front door. you rung the doorbell to his apartment complex, hoping you could get your mind off of your problems for a while with him. 
it was, after all, something he accomplished without fail.
upon hearing the doorbell ring, atsumu loosely hangs a towel over his nape, hair still damp after just having taken a shower. he makes quick strides, soon opening the door with a small grin. "took ya long enough, babe," he greets, eyes watching you enter as he subtly checked you out. 
"head over to the room. i'll be there in a second," he takes the towel hung around his neck to rub his hair before he heads over back to the bathroom. you playfully punched his arm, rolling your eyes with a smile at his use of the pet name you somehow can't get used to. you discarded your shoes, hanging your coat by the rack. 
"alright, babe," you mimicked while making your way to his bedroom, plopping down on the soft mattress and lying down to release the tension while fiddling with the ends of your sleeves. distracted by your own thoughts, you failed to take notice of his presence.
after he's gone to take care of his necessities, he followed you shortly in the bedroom - only clad in loose shorts with a hand running through his half-damp, half-dry hair. 
"so, what'dya wanna do? missionary? doggy style?" 
he stated positions of names that they'd try out. he's not that picky - just a preference as long as he got his dick wet. still, he used to think of fucking you for his own pleasure. nowadays however, he's been slowly easing himself and taking his time. focusing on making it worthwhile for the both of you.
"damn, that's a first.." slightly taken aback by his sudden change of heart, you dodge the towel hurdling towards your direction with a giggle. 
"i'll go with your flow. besides, you're the one who called me over," you point out, removing your sweater, leaving you adorned in a lacy bralette and skirt, ridding your hair from the pony tail.
"what's the plan, tsumu?" you leaned on the bed with your elbows propped up. under that mask of provocation was one of despondence, but you’d rather hide that from him - he wouldn't care anyways. 
atsumu walks over to the bed, knee dipping over as his weight is added on, hand reaching behind you for support while he cups your cheek with his right. 
"ya don't mind riding my cock right? not really feelin' like doin' so much work t'day," he smirks lightly, leaning in to snag a quick kiss, tongue licking over your lip to tease you. he pulls back, moving over to your side as he awaits for your next move.
"alright you tease," you rolled your eyes for the nth time, pulling away from the kiss when you felt like you were getting too into it. what a jerk. nonetheless, your face featured a smirk - one that matches with his own. as if immediately, you straddled him, placing yourself on his lap, clothed sexes rubbing onto each other. your lips attack his soft ones hungrily, hands finding its way to his hair, fingers entangled with his fluffy locks.
a soft groan slipped past his lips, jutting his hips upwards to directly rub his bulge against your clothed heat, hands squeezing your hips - mouth pulling away to kiss your neck, repeatedly attacking and sucking everywhere his mouth got on; teeth nipping on skin, red marks forming after every trail. 
atsumu slowly dry humped you, controlling the slight pace and direction of how your hips rolled languidly against his, but never going further than that. he did say you’d do most of the work. 
"c'mon, doll. m'sure ya could do more," he murmurs against your collarbone, half-lidded eyes flickering upwards to momentarily meet with yours. a calloused hand reached over your behind, cupping your ass and squeezing softly, smirking coyly from the small pleased sigh that left your lips. you let out a sigh of satisfaction from the action - the way atsumu’s hands grabbed onto your ass felt like a puzzle meant to be complete at some point. 
in reality, your half assed humps were a result of your mind overthinking the dilemma you so desperately wanted to forget. " oh, i'll do more just you wait," you snapped back, kisses trailing down to his bulge - ridding him of his shorts and boxers, grabbing his length in your small hands as you slowly pumped it. you lock gazes with him as you took his whole length in your mouth, gag reflexes close to none from doing this countless times.
atsumu lets out a grunt, hand flying towards your hair as he slightly forces you to bob your head faster - tucking away stray hairs that got in the way of your face.
"look at ya, taking my cock like the good girl you are," he murmurs under his breath, groaning from when you started to deep-throat him. his grip soon turned even tighter, hissing ever so slightly when he felt your hands fondle his sack, making his balls tighten from your warm touch. 
"come on, babe. you can do more can't ya?"
you stopped for a second to give him a look as if you were pondering on something - right until you resumed back to sucking his cock almost immediately. your tongue swirled at the tip of his shaft, using both hands to pump his length while bobbing your head up and down. moans vibrate against his dick, the tug at your hair turning you on the slightest. and for a second, you forgot about what you were lamenting about in the first place. your only goal was to please him.
"fuck, suck it just like that," he juts his hips upwards, slowly fucking your throat as he felt your teeth graze the edge of his girth. head thrown back, he let another pleased groan leave his lips. he wasn't ashamed. you sucked his dick so well, why wouldn't he be vocal? dirty praise and sighs were mumbled each time, dick twitching every so often inside your mouth - tongue lapping up by the prominent veins over his cock. "s-so.. fuckin' hot," he sputters, cursing under his breath.
the sight of him squirming beneath your touch was something to behold as you took in his form from where you were. eyeing his expressions full of ecstasy, all the while sucking his dick like no tomorrow. you liked it when he fucked your throat - moaning at the impact of his hips connecting to your mouth; every tug at your precious strands of hair sent a powerful throb in your core. 
your moans were no comparison to his. every lick and suck on his hard cock while each of his groans and grunts grew louder - close to push him to the edge of a climax. you continue to pump his length with both of your hands, quickening the pace.
"shit- i'm close," atsumu releases a ragged breath, feeling his cock throb from the way your hot mouth felt on his sex. he now had two hands on your head, forcibly thrusting his dick in and out of your mouth while your hands still fondled his balls. 
"fuckfuckfuck- cumming- m'cummin'-!" he spurts his load directly inside your eager mouth, groaning in satisfaction with each spurt of cum that shoots from his shaft. he pulls out, a lazy grin contorting on his face. "open yer mouth, babe. let me see you swallow it all," 
the familiar sweet yet salty taste of his cum filled your mouth, leaving some to coat your luscious lips. you slowly opened your mouth enough for his entertainment, gradually swallowing the creamy white substance. 
you licked the remains of his cum that was left on your fingers, moaning in fulfillment at the taste you seemed to have favored. a perk in getting a pro athlete to be your fuck buddy was that they actually had a healthy diet. you zoned out a bit, train of thought still filled with the doubts from earlier. 
of course the fight you had recently wasn't that easy to forget. your (now) ex-friend left you feeling worthless. but there was no time to sulk, no tears left to cry - at least that's what you thought. you didn’t think atsumu would notice anyway.
he pats his thigh, eyes observing your somewhat forlorn expression. "somethin' wrong there?" 
atsumu pulls you up by the arm, easily transferring you to his lap; half-hard groin brushing against your inner thigh. he hisses lightly but still kept his focus on your face. "ya alright?" atsumu wasn't sure when he'd gotten a bit more keen on your attitude since you got here, but he could more or less tell something was bothering you. 
as much as he'd want to stuff you full and rearrange your guts, he'd rather know what the hell made you seem so dull and not happy that you’d just have sucked nearly the soul out of him.
"yeah, yeah- i'm cool.. we're cool.”
you dismiss it almost immediately, attempting to laugh it off in which you kind of regret. it was true that whenever someone asks if you were alright - in which you aren't, you could cry on sight. "nothing for you to worry about," 
you avoid his fiery gaze, eyes flickering everywhere but his eyes as you tried to blink the tears back into your system. before the male could utter another word, you position your entrance on by his erection, folds kissing the tip of his cock. you slowly bring yourself down, letting his shaft invade your velvety walls.
atsumu wasn't able to ask further upon feeling your tight hole suck in his cock. "f-fuck- so goddamn tight," his hands find its way back to your waist, rolling his hips against yours to fully sheath his length inside. he does not believe a single word that you had uttered. you were avoiding it. but how else would he focus his attention on two things at a time when your pussy took in his dick so fucking well? no matter how many times they'd fuck, your cunt was as tight as ever - fitting nicely around him; almost as if your dirty and needy pussy was made for him. 
despite his fair share of past flames, he couldn't get enough of you. even if it was a friends with benefits situation. he doesn't know what it was that drew him to you- being fuck buddies for nearly 3 months and counting has been a wild ride. the mutual agreement between you two was unspoken, but it hangs there. they weren't supposed to fall in love. 
pushing himself back to reality, he thrusts up, cursing.
you let out a shaky moan, the feeling of bliss from getting fucked overtook your senses. his dick felt so good inside; invading your tight walls which only clenched even further around him. your hips started rolling in tandem with his own. you needed this, you wanted this. and yet you couldn't bring yourself to fully enjoy it. 
you felt bad for dragging atsumu into your mess. the male was only looking forward to pleasure after all; at least, that's what you would assume. and if things couldn't get any worse, the tears start welling up right then and there. your whimpers were blended with ecstasy, yet they were full of the gloominess that slowly crept up on you. 
you didn't know if it was the pang in your heart or if it was the pleasure your pussy has indulged in. you felt so pathetic, so stupid. you thought this was the only thing you needed, but in reality, all you needed was reassurance and comfort.
he snaps his hips with a bit more ferocity, grinning when he's elicited shaky moans and whimpers from your ample lips; a vexatious smirk curving on his lips upon feeling you clamp down on his length, eyes nearly rolling back. "yeah, just like that, baby - fuck yourself on my cock- shit-" 
atsumu cuts himself off with a small growl, fingernails digging in on your flesh. he peers back down with one eye open, immediately cutting off the lust and slight ache of his cock upon seeing your eyes well up with tears. he curses under his breath, hand reaching up to wipe them away with his thumb. "hey, hey- why're ya cryin?" slight panic coursed through him. did he fuck up or something? jesus. 
"does somethin’ hurt? was my dick in too deep?" concern laced his voice heavily, even if his cock was still hard.
"n-no it's not.. it- it's just -" and there it was. the water works. tears cascaded down your cheeks endlessly, hanging your head low as your hands violently brushed away the endless waterfall of tears away - as if that could help. you were in too deep in your own misery. 
"i'm s-sorry 'tsumu," you apologize, not expecting to bring your own baggage in your supposed lustful sex. you felt guilty for ruining the mood, for ruining his mood specifically. 
crying in front of him - for the first time - was not part of the plan. at all. but here they are now, in the most awkward situation a fuck buddy could ever face - more specifically to you. you didn't even think he'd care for your well being.
"gosh, this is so fucking embarrassing.." you muttered in between hiccups, trying to hide your face from his view; paying no mind to the fact that his dick was still inside of you.
"shh, shh. s'alright, darlin," he cups your cheeks with both hands, wiping away anymore stray tears free-falling from your eyes. now, this wasn't exactly an ideal situation atsumu would've imagined himself facing. he stays still inside you, having to hold back his need to fuck your insides to calm you down and fix.. whatever the hell your problem was.
"why don't ya tell me what's wrong? we can... ah, wait it out. no needa rush," he slips in between grunts. it wasn't helping that as you cried out onto him even with his cock still inside, you were still tight as fuck. the blonde sighs, adjusting his position for you to be more comfortable, taking mental note of how you’re theoretically cock warming right now. 
"c'mon, (name). talk to me."
it took a while to calm down your sobs, but you eventually got a hold of yourself. it was.. beyond embarrassing, to cry on your fuck buddy's shoulder while he was basically cock warming. it didn't help how your cunt would occasionally clench around his dick whilst venting about the things your ex-friend said. it made you feel like absolute shit. 
you poured your whole heart out for him to see. you would've never imagined doing this with someone like miya atsumu; the guy that took your first - and will probably be your last. despite knowing the fact that you shouldn't have fallen for him, you did. 
"basically.. she made me feel like i'm the scum of the earth," you croaked out, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life. 
"i'm starting to see why.. i'm really sorry about this, atsumu - we should've just cancelled. but could you blame me? i wanted to.. try to forget about that for a while. with you." atsumu listened to every word as closely as he can. although it was something he might've considered dumb and cared less if it were anyone else, this was about you. he'd be willing to make an exception, even if his cock was still sheathed in your tightness. 
"s'fine, don't worry 'bout it. if this is something that could help you... forget, i'm always willin' to do it with ya," he murmurs, thumb slowly rubbing your cheek as his loopy, brown eyes softened by your fragile state. 
"i'm no good at comfortin'... so, if you'd let me..?" he awkwardly shifts, pushing you back a bit, still letting you keep your grip on his shoulders. sighing, he entangles a strand of [h.c] in between his fingers, bringing it up to his lips. 
"so what about her? fuck her. cut ties with that bitch for all i care. she won't be botherin' ya anymore. not if i have anythin’ to do 'bout it," his tone went down an octave, nearly a spiteful growl leaving his lips.
"don't- don't worry about her, s-she already got what she wanted out of me," you stutter, fingers running through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. your mind was still trying to comprehend that his dick was twitching from inside of your cunt. you let out a breathless moan as you switch places. 
atsumu’s toned body hovered over yours as he gently laid you down - his touch much more delicate than before. it was as if he was taking care of you; a complete contrast to those rough nights where he'd dick you down until you were in tears. your eyes locked onto each other, and for a while it was like time was non existent. as much as they didn't want to admit it, you both fell. and you fell hard. his hips started thrusting on a slower pace, following the beat of your own moans of pleasure.
"that's right, just focus on my cock," he whispers with tongue held taut in between his teeth, hand finding placement back on your hips. 
he can't get it out of his sights - the way your pussy greedily sucks in his length in one go, bottoming out once again. atsumu lowers his head down, lips sucking and nipping on your clavicle as his hips snap against yours, carving the shape of his cock inside your tight and glorious hole. the primal feeling inside him stirs; plunging in and out of you as much as you could take. his thumbs find shelter on your nipples, rolling and squeezing the erect buds as his teeth marked your neck, the fast rhythm he's set on has his balls slapping against your ass - grunts and every curse from the book spewing from his lips from the jubilant fuck. 
"fuckin' take it, baby. shit- you like that? bein' stuffed full. such a dirty girl," his thrusts turn irregular, practically drilling himself inside you; brows creasing from the brutal pace he's challenged himself under. 
he was right when he said you favored being stuffed full by his cock. every snap of his hips meeting with yours sent your body jolts at the violent impact. ecstasy was all you felt - as if you hadn't cried your eyes out a minute ago. your nails clawed at his back from the amount of pleasure your tight cunt was blessed with. your legs could only spread wider, wanting to feel more of his fat cock. "a-ah-uh! 't-tsumu - fuck!" 
you chant his name like a mantra, head being completely empty other than thoughts of the sensual fuck. the chemistry you two had was incomparable to any other. atsumu lets a loud grunt escape, fingernails digging in on your supple flesh. beads of sweat formed on his creased forehead, his left hand switched over to your ankle, stretching your legs even wider as he plunged himself even deeper in your hole - stroking your walls just right. 
the male smirks at a particular whine that left your lips, signaling him that he was pleasantly hammering your sweet spot within moments of being sheathed inside. he captures your lips back in a feverish kiss - wet and sloppy as he let out lewd whispers of how fucking tight your pussy was around him, milking his cock like the good little girl you were. the hand on your hip lowers down back to your pulsing cunt, calloused fingers flicking your slit to increase the pressure on your fucked out state; enjoying how your expression varied from tearful to a full-on rapture. 
"look at your cute lil' pussy, taking in my fat cock so well. s'too big for ya?" atsumu breathlessly chuckles, feeling his dick twitch.
your moans were incomparable to the porn stars that horny teenagers would be more than familiar with. who could blame you though? he was fucking you so damn good. if anyone had to ask you what was your favorite part, it's the way his full length invaded your tight walls - stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves. 
you were filled with overwhelming pleasure, so much to the point that his back looked like a crime scene with red marks all over - a symbolism of how well he fucked you. "fuck - yesyes! h-harder 'tsumu - shit you're so good!" you moaned out, praising his ministrations on your needy pussy; too intoxicated to even care about your foul mouth.
you felt like his kisses were your only remedy. kissing your bruises, your scars and all of your worries and doubts. maybe it was the sex or maybe it was his existence in itself that made you fall.
the scratches and marks left on his back were ones he could proudly wear as battle scars. each cry and whimper from your lips only encouraged him to slam himself in you even more. he swallows every moan, every sigh as he plowed through you like a beast. atsumu’s teeth bite down on your bare neck, littering it with hickies as his thrusts got even sloppier from his impending release. "fuckkk, baby. i'ma cum soon- shit!" he lets out a shaky groan, hips stuttering from how your needy cunt squeezed his shaft so fucking tight.
you could feel the room spinning, moans and sighs of pleasure getting louder and louder in line with the squeaking of the bed, headboard banging against the wall from the amount of pressure atsumu has put in his thrusts. 
"uh- 'tsumu - shit - i-i think i'm," you cut yourself off with a loud whimper as your hands quickly traveled to his scalp that was slightly dampened yet again with sweat. "i'm c-close!" he was pounding your sweet spot over and over again - your screams were high-pitched, lost in the euphoria of sex. but you would've never prepared yourself for the three words atsumu was about to say in the middle of your orgasm.
atsumu lost himself inside your tight walls, sloppy thrusts and loud pants echoing through the room. "fuck, i...i love you-!" his murmur of tenderness almost went by unnoticed as his dick spasmed, feeling it go numb as he cums hard and deep inside your dirty and abused little pussy. 
"shitshitfuck! take it all, baby- fuckin' that dirty hole with my cum," he growls against your neck, biting down as he slammed back inside with every ribbon of cum spurting out of his dick. the blonde lets out another shaky groan, a hiss leaving his lips as he plops his weight on you, letting out a satisfied sigh; feeling your own essence mix with his cum.
upon the release of your juices, you let out a loud cry, volume matching up to his as he felt his dick spurt a load of cum inside. thank the heavens you were on the pill. but despite the intensity of that moment, you never let those words leave your mind. was this his confession? or was it just the atmosphere of the moment? 
you glanced down at his weary expression, his body laying on top of yours. both of your hands reached for his cheeks, cupping it for them to come face to face. (e/c) irises meeting with his - both still dazed from the previous haze of lust. "was that true?.. you love me?" 
at this point, what was there to lose? certainly not the dick that was still inside your cum-filled hole. you proceed to wipe the sweat off of his forehead gently.
the male lets a shaky breath escape his lips, feeling his lungs throb - or was it his chest? he hadn't meant for it to slip out, but he can't take it back now. not ever. "...fuck." he curses, wanting to pull away because he fucking knew it wasn't right. they had a deal. they weren't supposed to fall in love. yet, here he is - the miya atsumu, spilling out his profound love after an orgasm with his fuck buddy. what a time to be alive. 
"..so what if i do?" 
his voice was low and unsure, not having it in him to pull away. not when his dick was still clamped inside your creamy walls. atsumu looks right back at your hazy eyes, not wanting to back down from what he truly felt. 
"gonna leave right after?" even as he tried to hide it, his tone had wavered. this was exactly why he didn't want to fall for anyone - especially his fuck buddy. still, he'd either go all in or not at all.
"dumbass, why would i ever leave you?" 
your eyes softened at the crack in his tone. the hands that were cupping his face slowly eased to much more fond and tender type of warmth, holding his cheek like you were holding the world - your newly found world. 
atsumu’s eyes stayed locked on yours; slightly widened, taken aback by your words. he never braced himself for what was about to come next. your connect your lips with his, seems as though there was more passion put into it. you pull away momentarily, thumbs grazing over his the skin beneath his eye.
"if it isn’t obvious enough, i love you too." you state with a small, shy smile.
"i mean, i thought you would've known by now.." mousy hues widened a fraction, heart thumping against his chest. 
"well, fuck. we had an agreement, didn't we?" he captures your mouth in a lip lock again, grinning against your lips. 
"ya got a real funny way of showin' it," he snickers as he pulls away, gazing down with a soft look, relishing in your touch. yes, he felt sticky, sweaty and overall gross, but he's not letting that ruin this moment of adoration for his newfound lover in bed. 
"i fucking love you."
"wow, i fucking love you too." 
you respond almost in a whisper, eyes never leaving the other. you both were too enamored by each other, failing to realize you were cock warming, yet again. sunset skies eventually transition to the night skies, and after another make-out session in the shower, atsumu insisted for you to stay the night. who’d say no to that? now, you both were laying in his bed; cuddling and talking about nonsense - besides the fact that you were now aware of each other's feelings. nothing was out of the ordinary. 
"nice to know that i make you cum so hard that you confessed you love me too," you chuckle, the image of his fucked out-state confessing would never leave your memory.
the male rolls his eyes as a chortle escapes his lips. atsumu wraps an arm under your waist while the other tucked away hair in the way of your eyes. "darlin', if you only knew how pretty you looked cryin' on my dick i wouldn't have stopped ya," he sighs with content, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your clavicle; tracing up to your jaw. 
"sure yer feelin' fine? ya were on the pill, right?"
"of course. wouldn't want another you running around," you replied, uttering another sigh of fulfillment, indulging the feel of his lips connecting onto your skin. you scoot closer to his side, an arm wrapped around his torso. 
"at least not yet.." you trail off, quite hesitant of his answer. this was all new to you; getting in a relationship with your friends with benefits? it sounds too good to be true - like a really good plot for a movie type of good.
atsumu perks up at this, an excited grin threatening to form on his lips. "soo.. yer sayin' ya do want another me runnin' round here?" he kisses your cheek, hugging you close to his chest. 
"mm, you takin' my last name doesn't sound too bad now, does it?" the thought of kids - hell, marriage itself wasn't a foreign thought in the pro player's mind. it was .. endearing, to say the least. he wasn't opposed to it. it would be nice, wouldn't it?
your cheeks were flushed red at his statement, the red and pink hues vivid even in the dimly lit room. "at least take me out on a proper date then i might consider," 
you teased, giggling at the evident pout on his face. "not gonna lie, miya (name) sounds nice.." you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together, imagining your fingers adorned with rings. 
"say, what would we even tell our kids about how we met?" you question, head snapping towards atsumu’s direction as you heard a snort coming from him.
"oh yeah, it'd be a real kick knowin' their mum cried on daddy's cock durin' sex," he throws his head back as he howls, eyes crinkling from his own comment. 
"don't sweat it, babe. i ain't plannin' on marriage til' the right time.. maybe," he gazes up at the ceiling, now calming down as a content sigh leaves his mouth.
your eyes were set on his face, adoring his features; taking in every single detail - his eyes, his smile, his lips, his jawline, his hair - everything. you never would've thought that you’d meet the love of your life in the form of a 'friends with benefits' situation. it definitely wasn't the ideal way of ever meeting your significant other, but that's the charm of blindly falling in love. they fell in love for the good things, despite starting off for the wrong reasons. 
"i'm starting to get hungry. and no, i am not hungry for your dick." before he could even say anything, you cut him off, knowing him and his dirty jokes.
"i jest," he moves his arms, raising them in mock surrender. the blonde pulled away, sitting up as a hand flew up to cover the yawn that left his mouth. 
"well. whaddya wanna eat? it'll be my treat." for now, he'd settle on easing himself on this. this relationship. dating you. it's certainly a sight to get used to - you, laid in his bed, clad in his shirts that were a few sizes too big on your body. 
maybe in the near future, he'd have little (name)'s running around with his jersey's too.
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alainawriteswwe · 7 years ago
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Pride and Prejudice and Wrestling- Part 8
Characters: Seth Rollins x Reader, The gang from Raw
Summary: When a superstar Hollywood actress (The Reader), interacts with WWE Superstar Seth Rollins at Monday Night Raw, sparks fly. Can Rollins overcome his pride and convince the reader to take a chance on him when she’s still recovering from a nasty scandal caused by her cheating fiancé?
Warnings: Lots of flirting, angsty longing and some bad words
Tags: @caramara3; @panda-girl1999; @easyobsession;
Chapter 8 This Is Not What It Looks Like
“I thought I heard my name,” Seth announced, glowering at Finn. “All good things I hope.”
Seth’s dark eyes raked over me in my skintight dress and then to Finn, standing way too close to me. There was ferocity in Seth’s gaze. He was a vicious lion with a gazelle in its sights.
Seth looked at my hand, still encased in Finn’s. I broke the innocent embrace and instinctively moved a step back, putting space in between myself and the Irishman.
For his part, Finn just stood there looking stoic, almost regal at the situation in front of him.
There was a hush in the room as the photographer and her crew tried to look busy, but also eavesdrop. A couple people pretended to scroll on their phones but were probably secretly videoing everything.
I could feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. How could I defuse Seth when he was seeing red? Especially when he was playing this scene all cool and detached? I didn’t want a fight to break out between him and Finn. One that would cause Seth to lose the dream career he had spent a lifetime building.
Seth continued his intimidating posture with Finn, stepping in between the Irishman and myself so that he was staring down at The Demon’s alter ego.
“Good thing I did stop by. I don’t want people getting ideas.” He looked directly at Finn. Challenging him. “Like people thinking I won’t protect what’s mine.”
“You seem to be doing a terrible job of that mate. Leavin’ her alone on her first day,” Finn taunted. “I would never do that with my girl. I’d show her a bit of respect. Make sure she was all right. Maybe even send her flowers in welcome. Let her and everyone here at the company know how I feel about her. You know, that she is protected, loved. That’s something you don’t know much about do ya Kingslayer? Ya only care about yourself now don’t cha?”
“Finn don’t. Don’t make things worse,” I pleaded in a small voice.
But I was ignored. Both men were in a pissing contest and I was just the pawn. I was clever enough to know that ultimately this fight was not about me but instead about whatever hurts Seth and Finn had dished out to each other years earlier.
“Yeah well listen up good Demon King because she is protected and cared for,” Seth spat out.
His words were a dagger to my heart. Seth said ‘cared for’ instead of ‘loved’ as Finn had mentioned. I bit my bottom lip to stop it quivering in my disappointment.
Seth continued with his tirade. His voice high pitched and yet still gravelly. “Why don’t I remind you and everyone else what’s up, man.”
Then Seth turned and hauled me into his arms and kissed me, knocking the wind out of me and causing me to be a bit wobbly in my heels. As he pressed his lips to mine his intent was quite clear. This kiss was punishing, angry, possessive.
Seth was putting on a show that he owned me when no one else did. He proved it because of my response to him which was instantaneous with the sighs that escaped my lips. The fucker.
Seth slid his arms around my waist until we were body to body. His nearness was overwhelming and my heart pounded erratically as he took control of that kiss. He stood so close I could feel the heat of his body pressed against mine. Could sense the arousal and anger that was battling for supremacy inside him.
I was so angry at myself and at the treacherous reaction of my body. There was no way I could play off my disinterest or ignore the now familiar ache of want he created inside me, even in front of an audience.
Seth tugged on my hair, forcing me to tip my head back a little and give him the access to my mouth that he demanded. The deepened kiss showed his complete mastery of the art form as our tongues engaged in a tango of dominance and power. There was a savage intensity to this kiss with Seth. I had to admit, it was hot.
Damn him, but dominant Seth was really doing it for me. I’m not going to lie, there were a lot of emotions running through me that were contrary. I felt embarrassed, even mortified by this public display of dominance but honestly if we were alone, I would secretly love every minute of this.
Despite my desire to stay strong and resist this persuasive exploration by Seth and his very sexy mouth, I still slid my arms around his neck like a smitten teenager. Damn, but I couldn’t resist him. All he had to do was touch me and I was a goner and he knew it. He was so sure of it, he put my very weakness on display for everyone to see.
To make his point even clearer to Finn and the entire photography crew (my God they saw everything), Seth settled his large hands on my ass and gave it a bit of a squeeze and then a pat which made me jump. He couldn’t have been more blatant than if he were yelling ‘mine’ and wielding a cave man’s club.
“Had enough?” he asked me once he broke the kiss, cruelly taking away the magic he had enveloped me in when his lips touched mine. Even worse, he seemed barely affected by the kiss.
I couldn’t answer Seth’s question. My thoughts were a jumble. Somewhere deep in my brain, I knew I should be angry at him for saying that and for what he just did but all I could do was touch my thoroughly, deliciously ravished lips in wonder.
Then Seth stepped back from me and let his eyes do another long sweep of my body. He took in the bandage dress that hugged every curve again. He was making an appraisal but also another overly dramatic declaration.
“I approve. Wear that tonight after the show,” he announced as if it was normal for him to issue me commands. “It will be fun to zip you out of it later,” he announced a little too loudly. I wanted to smack him across that chiseled, handsome, sexily scruffily bearded face of his my anger was so elevated. How dare he talk to me as if he were some king and I was a consort begging for his attention and approval by dressing for his distinct pleasure.
It seemed Finn had had enough as well. “You always have to prove you’re the biggest jerk around here don’t ya Seth.” Then he turned and left.
The photographer cleared her throat to signal that we should continue with the shoot. I was mortified. If the ground had opened up and swallowed me, I could not have been happier.
I gave Seth a death glare, not caring who saw it. In response he just grinned at me, winked and walked away. The nerve of him with his fake hit-and-run declarations! I was oh so very angry.
Focus on that, I told myself. Focus on the anger coursing through my very blood right now and not how hot he was just a moment ago, standing there kissing me until my toes curled.
The rest of the photoshoot was fine. I calmed down and actually enjoyed it. After we finished, I changed into jeans and a cute top with the shoulders cut out. I just wanted to relax before the show.
I met up with Sasha and got a bite to eat right before the show started. I told her about the incident at the photoshoot. She laughed it off and noted that I should just laugh it off too. Seth could be extremely insecure, she noted.
But she did think that Seth was very clever to defuse the situation with that kiss, even if it sacrificed some of my dignity. As Sasha reminded me, it was better that than a career ending fight for him and Finn.
At catering, we ran into the man in question. The Kingslayer himself. Despite the annoyed sighs I gave him, Seth still sat down next to me at the table. He was eating one of the specially prepped meals he carried with him.
The moment he sat down I felt everyone’s eyes on us. Obviously word of what happened at the photoshoot had spread quickly, like all office gossip. Where the hell was that hole I could fall into and disappear?
Seth didn’t waste a moment to get into it with me while Sasha looked on with interest.
“Look, I know you’re mad at me right now, babe, but Finn needed to understand he doesn’t have a chance with you.”
Still silent, I rolled my eyes at Seth. I turned away from him and focused on my caprese salad. I hadn’t decided if I wanted to be on speaking terms with him again. Asshole.
Sexy asshole though. He was wearing his fitted Kingslayer shirt and ring pants. The tight, shiny black and dark silver ring pants that showed off all the hard work he did in the gym on leg day. Emphasis on tight! The pants I always fantasized about peeling off him if we were alone and he didn’t hate me.
“Look babe, I know you despise me right now and are liable to do the opposite of anything I say, but don’t mess around with Finn. Even showing him friendship could be misconstrued as something else around here.”
The anger in me kept building like a kettle that was about to blow. Damn but Seth was exasperating sometimes.
I couldn’t help expressing to him how I felt. “Don’t tell me, Seth. You’re afraid you will look like a fool if your girlfriend is seen talking to Finn, is that it? So I’m not allowed to talk to any other guys here? This is all about your stupid male ego.” I pushed my plate away.
Seth swore low under his breath. “This has nothing to do with me, okay. Besides, Finn was doing more than just talking to you when I came in. He was macking you.”
“Macking me? What is this, the 1990’s?” I crossed my arms over my chest. Wasn’t this the universal sign for anger? Why didn’t Seth heed that visual warning?
“Finn wants you. Don’t think this isn’t all a game to him. You give him too much credit for being the nice guy. You think this is about me being an ass but its about you. Protecting you.”
He leaned in. “I am always going to protect you.”
“I doubt that considering how much you hate me,” I whispered. I shook my head and a spoke a bit louder this time. “This has everything to do with you Seth. This is about you and your ego. I’m not going to argue with you about it here. And you’re not going to do more of this claiming me like property in public.”
Sasha cheered me on, interested in the drama as she ate her steamed vegetables. “You tell him girl!”
Seth threw his hands up at his friend. “Come on Sasha. Who’s side are you on?”
“I’m only here for the drama,” she replied and took a sip of her coconut water. “I told Bayley I would tell her what happened.”
Seth ignored that and instead whispered to me. His breath warm and sweet against the shell of my ear. It seemed a very intimate gesture in the middle of so public a space and in the middle of an argument for that matter.
“I don’t think people are going to buy that we are only having a lover’s spat right now if you glare like that at me forever.”
He returned his voice to its regular volume. It was lined with arrogance and smug satisfaction. “So kiss me. Right now.”
I turned sharply to look at him as if he was crazy. “Are you daring me?”
He waggled his brows at me. “Oh yeah.”
“I don’t want to kiss you in what is essentially a concrete cafeteria. I don’t want to kiss you at all Seth Rollins.” That was actually a lie, especially when he was being silly and kind of adorable but I said it anyway.
“Afraid huh.” He patted his pecs with the palms of his hands, smoothing them down his chest. “Too much sexy for you? Afraid you will lose your cool? It’s okay. Happens a lot to women when they are around me.”
“Asshole,” I whispered roughly. Even though I was a grown adult I thought about braining him with a bread roll.
Instead I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Quickly. But as always, the moment my lips touched his there was that now familiar alchemy or magic.
“Good,” he said. Then he whispered in my ear again. “People saw that. They will think we made up.”
“Ahh, is this your first lovers quarrel?” Sasha inquired nosily. “I know what that means.” She grinned. “Makeup sex. Am I right?”
My face fell. “Oh no. That’s not happening.”
Seth laughed and hugged me. “Come on, that’s the best part of the argument, the make up sex. It’s so hot, man. We got to try it. If we don’t, I will just keep picking fights with you until we do.”
Somehow his enthusiasm made me laugh.
Sasha got up. “Maybe Cesaro should find another ride tonight? You two might want to pull over on the side of the road and get busy working on that make up sex tonight. It’s a long way to the next town. Three hours. I don’t think Seth is going to be able to hold out that long,” she said with a knowing wink before leaving to get ready for the show.
Once she was out of earshot I turned on Seth. “I thought we were riding alone, Seth. You invited Cesaro? Why did you do that?” I was hurt.
Seth seemed sheepish. “I thought it best to have a buffer.”
My heart broke all over again. My God, he couldn’t even tolerate being in a car with me alone for three hours. He hated me that much.
Still I tried to play off my hurt. “Don’t tell me Seth. You’re afraid to drive with me alone? Afraid you won’t be able to control yourself in my presence?”
I tugged at my top, exposing more shoulder. “Is my sexiness too much for you, Kingslayer?”
Seth was silent and that silence stretched out to envelop both of us. Awkward. I dropped my head down. I felt terribly self conscious suddenly. I wanted to cry. I could feel the tears begin to breach the corners of my eyes so I got up, taking my food tray with me. I’d be damned if I let Seth see me cry over his slight.
In a low voice that only he could hear I said,“You know, you can be a real jerk sometimes, Seth. I thought we had at least reached some level of civility. Especially since we are going to be on the road together, but I guess I was wrong.”
Suddenly I felt like there was a huge weight on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. I needed to get away from him. As I left, I heard Seth call after me but I ignored him.
The rest of the night passed without incident. I stayed backstage and watched the show from the wings avoiding Seth as best I could. He seemed to get the non verbal message as well and just hung out with Dean.
Once I caught Seth looking at me from across the gorilla. He seemed concerned when he saw me, and then when he saw I was looking his demeanor changed. He was suddenly smug, cocky. I turned away and made a point right there that I would not speak to him again until I had to at the end of the evening.
Later I caught up with Bayley as we sat and watched the matches on a monitor backstage. She was watching Cesaro and Sheamus’ match with Seth and Dean. And I mean watching it with great interest. Too much interest. Especially when the Swiss Superman took a bump that looked a little too real.
“I know your secret,” I said in a sing song voice to Bayley. She looked panicked a moment. Her mouth was open but she didn’t know what to say.
“About Cesaro?” I pointed at the monitor. “Your crush on Cesaro. I noticed it at karaoke when I first met you.”
Suddenly Bayley went from panic to relief to blushing. That was a odd reaction.
“He is just so, amazing. And he is such a great athlete. And funny. Oh and he is a real gentleman. That’s hard to find these days.”
“So ask him out.”
She shook her head, panicked again. Her one sided ponytail bobbing wildly.
“How could I? I’m just a regular girl from San Jose. He’s so sophisticated and European. It would never work.”
“Oh I think it would.”
“Why?”
“That man did a medley of karaoke songs with you.”
“And?”
“Bayley, honey, I hate to say it but you are a terrible singer. Yet Cesaro was desperate to get you to sing with him.”
She shook her head. “He was just taking pity on me. Wanting me to participate.”
“No. I think he is interested in some hugging with you. Some intimate, full body hugging.” I did a little body roll while saying it. “Horizontal, full body hugging.”
We both laughed. Bayley said she would think about what I said. As I left, I patted myself on the shoulder about my matchmaking efforts.
Finally the end of the night came. Somehow I was exhausted even though I didn’t wrestle like every one else. Once we were all cleared to leave, I realized that Seth and I still had a three hour car drive together. Alone.
Because despite Seth’s trickery, I engaged in some trickery of my own. I worked with Sasha to get Cesaro to drive with her and Bayley to the next town.
I didn’t tell Sasha about my matchmaking efforts. I had a feeling this crush Bayley had on the Swiss Superman was not something she told her bestie Sasha. Otherwise Sasha would have had them walking down the aisle by now.
The look on Seth’s face when Sasha told him Cesaro was riding with her and Bayley was priceless. Freshly showered after his match, he still looked tired, but now he just looked puzzled, blinking, and trying not to show that The Architect had been outmaneuvered by two clever women.
Seth shook his head and huffed. “Well come on,” he said gruffly as he signaled to me. He wheeled out his luggage. I wheeled out my own carry-on.
I turned to Sasha and looked over to Seth who was silently stewing. “If I don’t turn up in the next town, check for my body along the highway.”
“It’s more likely she will do me in first,” Seth replied over the top of the rental, a roomy SUV. “I swear she will be the death of me, man.”
The moment we got in the car alone, the tension ratcheted up. We were still sat in the arena parking lot as Seth started a tirade.
“Okay, Seth’s rules of the car. Number 1, seatbelts on at all times. That’s non negotiable. Number 2, the driver always chooses the music. Number 3, I am always the driver. Number 4….”
“Whoa whoa whoa, what’s with the rules? Who are you, John Cena?”
Seth ignored my jibe. “Number 4, no feet on the dash while the car is in motion. Number 5, passengers can’t use their phone if the driver can’t, so while the car is in motion no scrolling.”
I threw my hands up in the air in total exasperation. Seth was crazy. I was in love with a crazy person.
“That’s insane. Why should I be punished? You have decided to be the driver at all times. It’s not my problem that you’re a control freak who is obviously addicted to your phone. Surprise surprise.”
Just to piss him off I took out my phone and started looking through my social media accounts.
“I’m serious about my car rules, man. I’m not moving until you put your phone away, and your seatbelt on.”
He leaned back in his seat and took a sip from his disgusting, brown, mushy protein recovery drink, looking all smug and self-satisfied as we had our stand off.
In response, I put my feet up on the dash.
After about fifteen minutes of stalemate and Superstars honking at us, I thought Seth would cave. He didn’t. I had honestly finished looking through my gram but I kept my phone out anyway just to piss him off.
After another ten minutes there was a knock on the window. Seth hit the button to lower it.
Dean popped his head in the car. “What are you two kids doing in here parked for so long? The windows are all steamy steamy like in high school.”
He grinned as he looked from Seth to me. “You kids ought to be in a comfortable hotel bed and not trying to make the confines of this car fit whatever action is steaming up these windows. Trust me. I know the limitations of these cars when it comes to that. And I am very creative.”
He drew a heart in the condensation, and chuckled which made Seth hit the button to raise the window without a word.
I let out a groan. “All right, Seth. You win. Let’s go.” I took my feet off the dash, put my phone in my bag and fastened my seat belt.
“Finally,” Seth huffed and put his own seatbelt on. He hooked his phone up to the car’s internal speakers. Soon some pop/punk music was coming through.
“Ugh,” I grumbled. “This noise is going to give me a headache.” I rubbed my temples.
Nothing from Seth. He just focused on getting us out of the arena and onto the highway.
I turned to him. “You know your music is criminal right?”
“Okay. So I’ll bite. What do you consider proper music? What do you listen to? Britney?”
“Well I like a lot of classic rock for your information.” I paused. “And there is nothing wrong with Britney,” I declared. “You’re just mad that her Womanizer song perfectly describes you.”
Seth snorted. “Uh huh.”
After that we sat in silence again. I just looked at the road, trying not to think about the confined space and being so close to Seth. Having his heady masculine scent surround me. It was heavenly torture.
About an hour into the ride, Seth finally asked what had been on his mind.
He looked at me a moment. “Why did you pull that stunt with Cesaro and make him ride with the girls?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I was just doing a little matchmaking.”
He turned and looked at me. “What?”
“Bayley and Cesaro.”
He took his eyes off the road a moment. He looked at me like I had sprouted alien antennae on my head.
So I filled in the blanks. “She likes him. Cesaro.”
Seth shook his head. “No. Nope. Bayley would tell me. She tells me everything. She’s like a little sister to me.”
“And that’s why she didn’t tell you. Sometimes a little sister doesn’t want her big brother butting into her love life and definitely not her sex life.”
Seth gave a shudder. He didn’t answer that though. He just looked puzzled.
“Bayley and Cesaro?” He said the words together as if they really didn’t match.
Seth said it again. “Bayley and Cesaro.” This time he said it as if it was an idea that was slowly taking hold. “Together.”
“Yup.”
“Wow. So what would their celeb couple mash up name be?”
I turned in my seat towards him, fully engaged in the conversation now.
“Ooh ooh. I thought about this for awhile actually. What about ‘Baysaro’ for the couple name?”
Seth ignored my cleverness. He was still trying to wrap his head around what I was telling him.
“Bayley and Cesaro. Damn. I did not see that coming.”
I sighed to myself. Men. Sometimes they couldn’t see what was right in front of their eyes.
The silence stretched on a number of miles after that until I had to say what was eating at me.
“So I asked Finn about the black roses. He didn’t send them.”
Seth was not happy with my subject topic. “Why are you bringing up that man’s name while I’m driving? Do you want me to run into a ditch?”
“While I personally don’t care if you harm yourself by falling into a roadside ditch I do love myself enough that I don’t want to share the same fate with you and we do happen to be in the same car.”
I played with the slim gold bracelet that was on my wrist.
“I just thought you should know.”
“Ok. So how do you know he is not lying to you.”
“Why would he lie about not sending flowers. That’s crazy.”
“Ahh. You don’t think he’s capable of lying to you.”
“Well, all human beings can lie but Finn seemed genuinely surprised about it so I do believe him.”
“But you won’t believe me when I tell you he is dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why is he dangerous? You never give me the specifics.”
Seth sighed. “Look, I can’t tell you.”
“Okay. So why should I believe you?”
“Why indeed. Let’s look at this logically. You trust Finn, a stranger, more than you trust me, a man you have actually slept with. You trusted me with your body but you won’t trust me where that damned Irishman is concerned.”
He had me there. I couldn’t argue that line of logic.
“So I will try and not be offended by that,” he continued. There was no gloating with that statement. Just a sad truth that maybe Seth did not really intend to share. Silence reigned over the car again.
We continued on our journey. Seth allowed a stop at Chipotle for food and that caused another argument with him. This time about the best shape for tortilla chips and that went on for over an hour in the car. It was completely maddening.
Other than that the ride was uneventful. We listened to Seth’s terrible music and I pretended to sleep. This is what I signed on for I reminded myself.
When we finally got to the hotel I was silently grateful for the opportunity to sleep in my own bed. With the charade going on I knew it was too much to ask that we be able to book separate rooms for us both. That would never fly in the press or to the other Superstars. People always talked. Especially hotel staff, for the right price.
Seth took charge of checking us in while I hung out with the luggage. Sasha, Bayley and Cesaro arrived too and they all seemed in good spirits. I watched from across the Lobby as Cesaro and Bayley enjoyed a joke, their heads bent together with laughter. Awww. My good deed for the day was proving successful.
The universe did not reciprocate in kind though. Because when Seth came back, the next horror of the day unfurled before me. Our room only had one bed. -
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Bonded - Part 10
finally an update, as promised. read it on ao3 here.
Rhys absentmindedly scratched at the back of his neck as he sat in yet another meeting, the scarring-over wound itching like a giant bug bite. He was nearing the two month mark since what they’d taken to calling the Incident, meaning this hell was more than halfway over. The constant itching had only recently started, and he figured it meant that the bond was finally starting to break-- which, in his opinion, was a pretty fine trade-off for this thing to finally go away.
The bond had made the last few days of his heat the month before... interesting, to say the least. In addition to the typical mood swings and underlying horniness, he was plagued by intense unease and anxiety. When he and Jack weren't fucking, he stayed as far away from the alpha as possible. The space seemed to dilute his restlessness, although he still found himself pacing through the halls of the apartment as Jack looked on in concern. He could smell the omega's discomfort mingling with his usual pheromones, and the realization that he may be the cause of said unease dredged up hatred toward not only the other alpha but also toward himself.
On the few occasions that Rhys felt more like himself, he dedicated his time to covering Jack in kisses and reassurances (as long as he wasn't sleeping or hunched over the toilet). Jack was quite receptive to his boyfriend's advances, but he could tell that the omega was trying to overcompensate for his noticeable distance. He'd asked Rhys multiple times if he was feeling okay, if he needed Jack to do anything for him.
Rhys' response, of course, was to guide Jack's hand toward his crotch and whisper how there was definitely something Jack could do to help him, but the alpha knew that Rhys was hiding from the problem at hand.
The omega was still attempting to avoid the subject of the bond, and he was grateful that the bond would (hypothetically) be gone by the time his next heat came around. He knew Jack was worried about him, but he also knew that Jack was under immense pressure at work, which he didn't want to add onto.
"So, tell me again why the security hole I asked you to patch weeks ago is still letting in viruses?"
The Hyperion employees at the front of the conference room shifted where they stood, practically cowering under Rhys' disappointed gaze.
"We thought we fixed it!" one of them squeaked out, clearly not wanting to have gotten her boss' attention in such a negative manner.
Rhys sighed. "Show me what program you used."
The two programmers quickly nodded, scrambling to project their work onto the large screen behind them while Rhys continued to scratch at his neck. Damn, he just wanted to go home and sleep for the next week.
Although he'd never admit it for the sake of professionalism, his attention began to wander as the programmers' rambling continued-- which was embarrassing, really, because he used to be able to understand entire lectures centered solely around computer binary translation. Maybe it was the fact that the meeting room was stuffy as hell, or maybe it was that he'd overslept and hadn't had time for breakfast, but Rhys began bouncing his leg in annoyance, glancing at the clock every moment or so. 
Why was he still in this stupid room? Seriously, they needed to get that air conditioner fixed, because he couldn't really breathe, and his neck hurt but he couldn't stop himself from practically clawing at it, and his skin felt hot, too hot, and why was this meeting so long, and goddamnit why were these idiots still talking?
On his next breath, it was like something within just snapped.
"What the hell am I paying you people for?" he said, planting his hands on the table and shooting up to stand. Any residual traces of panic were gone, replaced instead by an unadulterated rage.  
"S-sir?" one of them asked unsurely, readjusting his glasses.
"You did go to college, right?" Rhys said with a scowl, standing straight and using his height as further intimidation.
"O-of course," he stammered, glancing from his blonde coworker back to Rhys. "Top of my class on Eden-6."
"Then why don't you start acting like it?" Rhys snapped, taking far too much pleasure in the way blondie was hiding behind her work partner, as if her buddy could somehow absorb Rhys' anger and shield her from his fury.
"We're trying our best, sir," he said, shifting uncomfortably where he stood.
"Does it look like I care?" Rhys snarled. "You could be spending every fucking hour working on this shit and still not do it right!"
"Th-that's uncalled for, sir," blondie piped back up, her bravery undermined by her obvious fear.
"Did I ask you?" he growled, narrowing his eyes.
Before either trembling employee could respond, the door to the room opened and Janey entered. "Sorry for interruptin', boss, but the CEO's here to see you."
Janey was the only one at work that Rhys allowed to address him so casually, and his fury slightly softened, especially at the fact that Jack had come to see him.
"Thanks," he said, nodding to dismiss her.
Janey grinned, turning to duck out before pausing to take a deep inhale.
"Ooh, kudos on the new air freshener, Mr. M," she said appreciatively. "Oranges-- or are they tangerines, I can never tell the difference-- were a good call."
If Janey noticed the way Rhys suddenly stiffened, she didn't show it, the spring in her step as she left at complete odds with Rhys' newfound anxiety.
His fear, however, soon gave way to anger once again, and he turned to glare once again at his incompetent employees. "Well?" he snapped. "What are you waiting for? Go fix this mess before I fire you!"
The two quickly nodded, scurrying out the door without so much as a backwards glance. Blondie brushed against his arm as she hurried past, and Rhys couldn't help but let out a low growl. Rage once again pulsed through him, and a small (large) part of him felt an itching to send this dumb bitch on a one-way trip out of an airlock. 
His anger didn't relent as he exited the meeting room, jabbing the button on the elevator with way more force than necessary. He'd learned his lesson about taking the stairs when he'd accidentally locked himself inside the stairwell for half an hour, and that was an experience he had no intention of repeating.
"Stupid fucking idiots," he muttered to himself, ignoring the somewhat surprised look on Janey's face as he stalked past her into his office. "Can't fucking do anything right."
"Who are ya talking about, Rhysie?"
Rhys' head snapped up at the sound of Jack's velvety voice, his irritation flaring as he watched the alpha lazily spin around in the desk chair. In Rhys' desk chair.
"Boring meeting?" Jack asked, smirking as he raised his eyebrows. "Same here, kitten. That's why I came down to visit."
Rhys nodded mechanically, although he wasn't putting in any effort to actually comprehend the words being spoken to him. He'd started to pace, his non-metal fingers twitching slightly at his side.
“I’m going to fucking kill them,” Rhys muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“Oh, kitten, you sure know how to get me all hot and bothered,” Jack said with a smirk.
Rhys was thoroughly unamused by Jack’s comment (which was saying something, since he scoffed at the majority of what Jack considered to be humor). “It’s not funny.”
“Really?” Jack asked, hoping to goad Rhys out of whatever sour mood he was in. “Because I don’t think you even know how to hold a gun.”
The omega simply glared at him. “I don’t have time for this crap, Jack. I have work to do.”
“But that’s boring!” Jack complained, the spitting image of any overly spoiled child.
Rhys shrugged, his fingers still twitching at his sides. “And how is that my problem?”
Rhys’ continued annoyance and downright pissy attitude was beginning to finally cut through Jack’s good humor. Seriously, what was up with him? Yeah, he’d never expressed any praise about his teasing, but the alpha was pretty sure that the usual blush Rhys failed to hide sent the message out pretty clearly.
Jack frowned, watching quietly as Rhys stopped pacing to flip through the stacks of paperwork on his desk. He seemed to be looking for something, his irritation growing as he continued to fumble through the piles of folders. When he accidentally knocked one of the folders off the countertop, sending its contents in a flurry across the room, Jack barely had time to move out of the way before Rhys slammed his cybernetic fist onto the mahogany.
“What the hell are you doing, Rhys?” Jack said, his eyes wide.
Rhys was panting, his hand still resting on the desk. He was staring down at the now-clear surface, considering he’d inadvertently caused the rest of the papers to fly off as well. He flinched as Jack’s hands landed lightly on his shoulders, pulling him back upright.
“Let me see your hand,” he said softly, reaching for the cybernetic as Rhys didn’t react.
The metal, as Jack had suspected, was dented, and the yellow paint was chipped in a few areas. At least now maybe Rhys would agree to upgrading to the newer model instead of clinging to this piece of shit, Jack thought dryly.
“I’m sorry,” Rhys said, so quietly that Jack didn’t think he’d actually heard anything at first. “I don’t-- I don’t know why I did that. I was just so… angry.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Babe, you know I’m the king of anger management issues.”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Rhys said, bitterly over-accentuating each word.
It was blatantly obvious how un-funny Rhys truly found the situation to be, and Jack stepped closer so that he was staring directly at Rhys. “Really, it’s okay.”
The omega bit his lip, looking down at his shoes. His gaze only flicked up when he felt Jack wrap his arms around him, pulling him close. He kissed Rhys’ forehead, rubbing Rhys’ back with his right hand. Rhys practically melted in his arms, feeling exhausted now that the way-too-intense anger had passed.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
Jack was quick to shush him, moving to card his fingers through Rhys’ hair. He pulled back with a gasp, however, and Rhys looked at him in confusion.
“Umm… Jack?”
“Your neck,” Jack said, clutching at his hand. “It fucking burned me.”
“What?” Rhys asked, confused.
“Look at this shit,” Jack said, displaying his now reddened fingers.
Rhys frowned, tentatively touching the back of his neck as Jack watched nervously. Sure, the skin felt a bit warm-- but nothing that would burn him. If anything, the pressure on it just made it begin to itch again. “It feels normal.”
“No way,” Jack said, maneuvering Rhys so that he could more closely inspect the area that had so rudely scalded him.
He froze when he saw the scarlet outlines of the bite marks on Rhys’ neck. The wounds had matured into scars in the past few months, and once the bond broke, they would supposedly fade away completely (if Tim’s research was to be trusted). However, his bonding site was currently flushed with blood, tinged with scarlet as darkly as it had been in the first few days after the Incident.
“Rhysie,” he breathed, Rhys shuddering slightly as the exhale raised goosebumps on the sensitive skin. “Your neck.”
“What’s-- what’s wrong with it?” the omega asked, fidgeting with his hands.
“It’s all red.”
Rhys swallowed. “Oh. Is it-- how bad is it?”
Jack paused for a moment. “It’s not pretty.”
“Wonderful,” Rhys said with a sigh. “Let’s just-- let’s not talk about this anymore.”
Jack groaned. “You can’t keep avoiding this, cupcake.”
Rhys snorted, turning around so that he was facing the alpha again. “The hell I can’t.”
“You’ve been acting weird,” Jack said, deciding that now was as good of a time as any to finally broach the topic. “You’re quiet, and moody, and distant--”
Rhys huffed, cutting him off. “You’re exaggerating.”
“You just punched a fucking table!” Jack said, gesturing to the mess that was Rhys’ desk.
Rhys held his tongue, because yeah, he had just punched a fucking table. But that wasn’t his fault, was it? He was just pissed off at his stupid employees and the constant inundation of stupid paperwork and the stupid prickling feeling on his neck…
Rhys froze. “Jack.”
“Yeah, kitten?” He was regarding Rhys cautiously, like some sort of specimen.
“Do you think it’s-- do you think it’s because of the bond? The-- the table-punching, I mean,” he said, flushing.
Now it was Jack’s turn to bite his lip. He hadn’t wanted to be the one to suggest it, but now that Rhys had said it himself… “Maybe. I don’t know, though; do you have a vandalism kink you haven’t told me about?”
Rhys groaned. “Great. This is just great. That asshole is still fucking with me.”
Jack offered a sympathetic smile, but even he knew it looked hollow.
“Wish I’d killed him when I had the chance,” he said under his breath, drawing a real smirk from Jack.
“We’re almost there, babe,” he said, taking Rhys’ flesh hand and pressing a kiss on his knuckles. “Just gotta hold on a bit longer.”
“I don’t want him to make me feel things,” Rhys said, his voice small. “I don’t-- I’m not a bad person, am I?”
“Of course not, pumpkin,” Jack replied. “It’s not your fault this jackass doesn’t know how to keep himself in check.”
Rhys chuckled at that. “Says you.”
“Says me,” Jack said, giving Rhys a peck on the lips. “Now get back to work, I can’t have you air-locking any employees. These nerds are hard to come by.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, giving Rhys what felt like the first genuine smile in weeks. “But I’m your nerd.”
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Mage- Chapter 33: Break Out (Part 3)
Written By 50Funny
Part 1- On The Ground Floor 
As the prisoners climbed their way up the facility through to the second floor, complete silence fell over the ground floor and the adjacent arena. The few prisoners remaining on the ground floor quietly prowled around looking for more guards to wrecking their vengeance on.  The Anvil laid sprawled out unconscious on the arena floor, surrounded by other bodies. His eyes began to slowly blink open as he regained his consciousness. He raised his hand to his face, covering his eyes from the blinding light shining down onto him.
“What the hell’s going on here?” he growled as he pulled himself up off the ground. 
As he looked around the broken, collapsing facility around him, The Anvil suddenly became aware of a dull heat against his side. He turned to see a small vigorous fire burning in the corner of the arena.
“Oh yeah… I was knocked out.”
The Anvil clenched his fist tightly as gritted his teeth. His attention was suddenly drawn behind him by the sound of someone approaching. He turned around to see a small man in a prison jumpsuit with bandages wrapped around his torso. He clutched a small knife tightly in his hands. The man smiled a cocky grin at The Anvil as he let out a slight cackle.
“Ha… well, look who it is. You probably don’t even remember me,” the man said before pointing down to the bandages. “But you were the one who did this to me. Looks like it’s time for my revenge. I saw your fight against that newbie… you’re not so tuff, so come on, come at me, unless your scared.”
The man continued to smile as he prepared for his long awaited revenge. The Anvil looked down at the man for a moment before quickly shifting his gaze and beginning to walk towards the door.
“Guess I’m gonna have ta search this entire damn place. What a pain,” The Anvil huffed, ignoring the man’s threats.
“Huh? What the hell, don’t ignore me! I will have my vengeance!” yelled the man as he launched himself towards The Anvil.
As the man grew closer to his opponent, he raised his knife into the air. The Anvil quickly turned around and reached out his hand grabbing the man by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks. The man let out a series of high pitched squeaks of fear as he realised how outclassed he was. 
“Now listen here. You’re right I don’t remember ya, and I don’t care what your beef is with me. So if ya want to live through this I suggest you answer this one question!” The Anvil threatened.
The Anvil reached out his other hand, grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him up into the air. The unfortunate prisoner could practically feel the unbridled anger and fury exploding out of The Anvil. 
“Where the hell is that bastard Alex!” The Anvil shouted directly into the man’s ear.
The man continued to let out pathetic fearful squeaks as The Anvil’s fury became even more intense, before suddenly disappearing entirely as a loud snap echoed out throughout the arena.  The Anvil released his grasp around the man’s neck sending his limp body dropping to the ground. He turned around and walked off towards the exit, not giving a another moment’s thought  to his opponent. 
“Shame. Guess I’ll just have to find him myself.”
Part 2 – A New Contestant 
Liz made eye contact with Alex as he turned the corner. Alex shifted his gaze across to Mr Morhan. Charles let out a short low pitched grunt.
“You…” Mr Morhan grunted under his breath before turning to face Thucho. “You know what to do.”
“Yes sir,” Thucho nodded as he approached Alex.
The pair stared each other down as they prepared for battle. Their attention was drawn away from each other as the stomping of loud footsteps began to grow closer and closer. Alex turned around to see The Anvil barreling down the hallway at an unbelievable speed.
“Bastard!” 
The Anvil lunged towards Alex. Without a chance to dodge the oncoming attack, Alex was tackled to the ground and completely immobilised. Liz, Thucho and Mr Morhan looked on, unsure of what to make of what was happening in front of them. 
“Argh… good to see you too,” Alex grunted sarcastically.
“Don’t interfere, this doesn’t concern you,” Thucho commanded The Anvil.
“No, you don’t interfere! Whatever your beef is, I got first dibs. So unless you wanna die I suggest you back off,” The Anvil threatened back. returned the threat
Thucho clenched his fist tightly as he prepared to take on The Anvil. He felt a hand touch him on his shoulder. He turned around to see Mr Morhan standing behind him. 
“That’s enough Mr Thucho,” Mr Morhan instructed. 
Thucho gritted his teeth and clenched his fist even tighter before relaxing his hand. 
“Yes, sir, as you order.”
The Anvil smiled at the group as he stood up.
“Good choice.”
The Anvil grabbed Alex by the leg. He picked Alex up and using all his might, swung him around his head and launched him into the wall.  The already damaged wall caved in as Alex slammed into it, sending him flying through into the next room.  Without saying a word, The Anvil walked through the hole in the wall and out of sight.
“Well now, that’s sorted. Let's get back to the office,” Mr Thucho said.
“Crap. I need to do something to keep them here while Alex deals with that monster… and fast,” Liz’s mind panicked.
She looked up to Mr Morhan as he turned around and began to walk down the hallway.
“I gotta do something, even if it means breaking my cover.”
Liz swiftly moved towards Mr Morhan, reaching out her arm in an attempt to restrain him. Mr Morhan looked confused at Liz as she came at him with fury burning in her eyes. Liz felt a small prick on the side of her neck. She stopped in her tracks and turned her head to see Thucho with his hand outstretched aimed towards her. Liz raised her hand to her neck and pulled out a small pin. She suddenly became incredibly dizzy, unable to maintain her balance as she began to stumble around the room. Her legs quickly gave out under her as her body stopped responding to her commands.
“Wh… what did you do to me?” Liz struggled to push the words through her lips. I like that description!
“Red Fang. It’s a paralysing poison with the useful side effect of making it impossible to use magic,” said Thucho, an evil smile stretching across his face.
“Thucho, what the hell is going on,” Mr Morhan demanded.
“Elizabeth was trying to take you out. She’s been working against us and helping that friend of hers this entire time.” 
Mr Morhan looked away from Thucho and down to Liz. Liz looked back up to Mr Morhan, a mix of panic and anger burning in her eyes. Charles clenched his fist tightly as his frustration and anger threatened to boil over. He began to storm off towards the elevator with loud stomps.
“Bring her to my office, I’ll make her suffer for what she’s done,”  Mr Morhan ordered.
Thucho’s smile grew even broader as he knelt over to pick up Liz.
“Certainly, sir.”
Part 3 – Fail Safe 
Liz’s limp body was chucked carelessly onto a chair in Mr Morhan’s office. She continued to struggle, to no avail, against the poison running through her veins.
“You’re not gonna get away with this. Once Alex gets here you guys are through!” Liz said, as menacingly as she could manage.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” replied Thucho.
“It doesn’t matter now… even if Alex can defeat that beast, this place will still be his tomb,” Mr Morhan chimed in.
He looked across the room to Thucho. Thucho returned his gaze with an understanding nod before turning and walking towards the door. Liz felt something ominous as she followed Thucho with her eyes. He turned to face Liz with an evil smile as he reached the door. He began to slowly close the door.  He turned to face Liz with an evil smile as he reached the door and slowly began to close it.
The deep thud of the closing door filled Liz with inexplicable dread.
Liz shifted her eyes to look at Mr Morhan as he turned around in his chair to face his desk. He reached under his desk until his hands met a small button. Immediately as he pressed it the room was filled with a loud blaring siren. Red lights began to flash through the room.
“Attention, self-destruct activated. 20 minutes until self-destruct,” blared out a loud mechanical female voice, repeating every few seconds.
“Self-destruct, what did you just do?” asked Liz.
“It’s our back up plan In case of situations just like this. I’d hoped I would never have to use it,” Mr Morhan replied.
“Are you crazy? If this place blows up it’ll take you out with it.”
“This room will be protected from the blast, as long as it stays completely sealed,” Mr Morhan said, before letting out a slight ominous grin. “Don’t worry… you’ll be safe in here as well. After all, we’ll need new contestants when we rebuild this place.”
Liz’s eyes filled with panic as she realised the gravity of her situation.
Part 4 – Rematch
Alex slammed against the back wall, falling limply against it, a long pained groan escaping his lips. He looked up to the hole in the wall that he had just broken through as The Anvil stepped his way through into the room.
“Haha. That looked like it hurt. If ya wanna try and beg for mercy I wouldn’t mind, not that it’s gonna do much,” The Anvil taunted.
Alex began to pull his aching body up off the ground as The Anvil reached his position. Alex cocked his fist back before slowly launching it towards his opponent. The Anvil easily grabbed Alex fist, stopping it in its tracks.
“Ya serious?... That was pathetic.”
The Anvil knelt down and grabbed Alex. He stood back up, lifting Alex limp body up over his head, preparing to once again launch him through the wall.
“You’re gonna have ta try harder than that.”
Alex let out a cocky smile as his blade began to apparat in his hand. He swiftly stabbed the blade down lodging it deep in the Anvils right arm. The Anvil let out a loud agonised scream of pain as he dropped Alex to the ground. Alex quickly stood back up and dashed to the other side of the room. The Anvil continued to scream as he pulled out the blade from his arm and threw it across the room. He turned to face Alex.
“You bastard!” he yelled as he raised his foot off the ground.
The Anvil slammed his foot back down to the ground. Alex was sent off balance as the ground began to shake around him. He looked up to see a large chunk of the roof fall off. Without the chance to dodge, the concrete from the roof crashed down onto Alex completely immobilising him. The Anvil walked menacingly towards Alex’s limp body, knelt down and grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air.
“Looks like this is the end for ya, punk.”
Maybe some more description of Alex’s physical reation? Blood pounding, vision darkening, ringin in his ears. the crush of his windpipe kinda stuff maybe, as well as his mind panicing
Alex mind began to panic as he struggled against The Anvil’s grip around him. 
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