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[wonysugar]

🧸 ANON TURN ANON ASKS ON YOUR PROFILE SO I CAN SPAM?!?3!2?214!1!¥341!?

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this is fucking hilarioussofksm

[sapphicflower-ao3]

IDK THIS IS LATE BUT I JUST SAW THE WRITING ASKS AND I NEED TO KNOW: 4, 23, 35

MY BAABBYYY DARLINGGG 🥰🥰🧸🥰🥰 ty for asking <333

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

there are so many how am i supposed to pick!! i love the word ‘yearn’ and the implications of it, it feels very intense!!! i also really like viola, slumber, annihilation, teal, rust and llama! i’ll probably come back to this one and add new ones lmfao. annihilation is probably the best tho. AND CATACLYSMIC!!!! i used to be obsessed w this word at one point lmfao

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

it’s me sitting in bed with my laptop propped up on my big teddy plushie, back cushioned by two pillows, my soft golden study lamp on next to me, writing from 11pm-2am with my fic playlist blasting thru my headphones and the heater in my room probably quietly thrumming away <3

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

EM DASH. HYPHEN. EM DASH. HYPHEN. EM DASHES— EVERYWHERE! THROW EM IN WHEREVER AND WHENEVER!! HYPHENHYPHENHYPHEN. THIS SENTENCE GETS A HYPHEN AND SO DOES THIS ONE AND SO DOES THAT ONE. EVERYONE LOOK UNDER YOUR SEATS!! THATS RIGHT— ANOTHER EM DASH!

the ask !!!

[seo-changbinnies]

omg marie!!! i hope you have so much fun at the concert tonight <333 ~ @strayklds

THANK YOU EM!!! i’m so excited 😵‍💫💞🥹

[anhonest-puck]

NEILLL HEELLOOOO!!!! :DD

how are youu mll?? how is everything!! <333

(went for a walk and it was so autumny today and it reminded me of your blog :’)) )

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS IM SO SORRY LOVE ☹️

BUT HEELLOOOO!!!!!!! i’ve been alright!! had a pretty chill day today to be honest, sat at a marketing thing for like three hours and then went shopping! just finished my diamond painting and watched house and that was a very fun time :)

the diamond painting in question!!!! milky way :D

HOW HAVE U BEEN LOVE?? :00

[muppetyluv]

I don't think he'd understand wtf my deal/issue is, but I tthjiink he'd try to be normal to me about it. Because I'm his funnyman or whatever I dunno

[cowcowwow]

Hewwo! Good to see you!

HIII ILLY!! How are ye?? :D

[killuintense]

olá!, gostaria de fazer um pedido, onde leon e o leitor estão em um momento íntimo +18 e o leitor acaba esguichando nele 👉👈(se puder, pois o leitor é mais novo que o leon) ♡🧸

❝ delicious ❞

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: Leon didn't let you forget how skilled he was with his fingers.

content: 1.4k words smut, p in v, unprotected sex, age gap, fem squirt, degradation kink, worship, also sweet Leon, little fluff, needy dom Leon.

note: it is the first time that i write about squirts and i found it very fun and interesting to do it! i hope i have described it as accurately as possible, it really is a difficult feeling to explain, haha. anyway, i hope you liked it, sweetheart, thanks for trusting me ♡

It was supposed to be a quiet and cozy evening, you spoiling Leon and relaxing with him in bed while you watched movies and pampered each other. That's what you thought it would be but now you were writhing on the bed with tears in your eyes threatening to come out as Leon rubbed your swollen clit over and over again with his fingers wet with your fluids, while his cock moved lazily inside you, as if he wanted to stimulate you little by little but with the struggle of not wanting to come inside you. He had cum in you seconds before and you joined him, leaving his back completely red from the scratches. And you didn't know if it was because of the distance that had passed during those weeks where he had had to attend to work matters, but he refused to come out of you claiming that he needed to feel you until he got tired.

And he was getting what he wanted, getting rock hard inside you again as the seconds ticked by. Wasn't he content to give you an orgasm so strong it left you in a feverish state, almost fainting? Apparently not, and now the wet sounds were a little more intense, needing to move a little deeper but not ramming you with the force of a few minutes before. "Leon, f-for God's sake stop" your voice sounded broken and shaky, and your eyes were wet and watery, whimpering as best you could when he brought one of his large hands to your sensitive neck, squeezing firmly but not quite suffocating you.

"Sh..." he hissed, licking his lips as his fingers made increasingly frantic movements on your swollen core. He was too self-absorbed watching you squirm and squeezing it so hard that he felt privileged to have your walls smothering his cock with such vigor. He loved how, in desperation of not knowing what to do with so much pleasure, you brought your hands to your tits and squeezed them, mistreating your hard, red nipples from so much groping. "Why are you asking me to stop, fuck" he gave a loud lunge, almost growling, opening you wider "You're moaning like a fucking bitch in heat and you want me to stop, damn it, you punish me" the growl turned to a laugh when he felt you shaking harder than usual.

And is that... you could feel the tip of his cock hit you in that very specific spot with such precision, feeling your juices mixing with his cum still inside you. Fuck, you felt it still hot, dripping and leaking out of you every time he gently pulled out and pushed back in. Leon took his hand off your neck to grab one of your thighs and place it on his shoulder, pulling out completely and back in again; almost feeling addicted to watching his cum dripping out of your pussy and helping the thick sound become more constant.

"Leon!" you sobbed, begging him for mercy "Fuck, stop!" you curved your back throwing your head back, soon you felt your gaze cloud over. It was... different. Different in so many ways that you were scared, almost as if you wanted to stop everything and go to the bathroom to see what the fuck was going on, because that wasn't an orgasm like any other. And, while Leon had made you cum in so many ways you lost count, the tingling sensation and total tightness in your belly was different, as if something more was coming out than just that clear liquid you denoted every time you cum around Leon. Each time Leon came and came harder and harder, more liquid came out of you. "Love, this is different..." your cheeks were hot like never before and totally stained by your tears "It feels weird, please..." your dry mouth and chest rising and falling from your irregular breathing.

"Let it go, princess" he kissed your thigh, biting it gently and sucking without any kindness "Trust me, it will feel good..." he gasped, his pelvis moving harder, moving out and in, his fingers now defiling not only your clitoris but your pussy completely, running his fingers along your lower lips, going up and down. However, that last movement spelled your doom, as he pulled out of you and without much effort, slipped back in, causing a weeping, dripping head to impact your sweet spot.

Your legs trembled, your voice went away for a few seconds and you let yourself go without thinking that you would completely wet the sheets with that deep orgasm that felt like a beating in your whole organism. Everything was spinning around you, making it hard for you to regain consciousness and yet, despite everything, you did not stop feeling that sensation of fullness that having Leon inside you gave you... you'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasized about having him inside you forever, and at times like that you could almost be sure you recognized every protruding vein on his fucking cock.

It took you a few minutes to come back to yourself, and when you did you lifted your body, propping yourself up as best you could on your elbows, seeing the large wet spot on the sheets. Leon's thighs were wet and so were yours. What the fuck had happened and how did you manage to come so far with your orgasm...?

"Feeling better?" the sweet voice of Leon woke you from your little dream, making you look at him pitifully, stammering apologies not knowing what else to say. You had soaked him completely "I had to stop because I was going to cum so much that it was going to be twice as hard for you to clean yourself afterwards" he confessed, kissing your thigh still on his shoulder as he caressed it. You hadn't realized how scarred he had left it with his wet bites and hickeys, you couldn't even feel your legs in fact. "Don't apologize, love. I'm flattered to have provoked your first squirt in fact" he mentioned with that arrogant but deep tone, typical of him. You hadn't even understood what he meant, because your head was still spinning. You almost felt sorry when it came out, still hard as if all that hadn't been enough. You thought the weirdness of the situation would make the excitement disappear from his body immediately, but he seemed just as hard as before, if not harder.

"Damn..." you threw yourself back on the bed, closing your eyes "I'm all yours, Leon, please do whatever you want. You deserve it" you laughed, still feeling your mouth dry and your cheeks dripping. He seemed to laugh, almost like an excited child about to use his favorite toy.

"You have no idea how hot your pussy makes me, you are delicious. If I wasn't so tired I swear I'd eat you out" a mischievous chuckle broke out, and you chuckled to yourself. You would never have thought that this man ten years older than you would have so much energy in bed, much more than you -just entering the young-adult world- would have. But when it came to your body he seemed to go completely out of control, almost animalistic.

Soon he gathered your wet thighs together and wedged his member between them, beginning to masturbate between them, smothering his red, weeping cock with precum as the wetness of your cum helped him slide better between them "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he moaned, and the thought of him getting so aroused using you as his plaything, you totally pounded by the orgasm, produced your body to heat up again. You had no rest "Always wanting me to use you, to fuck you so hard, don't you?" he gave two more thrusts and strips and strips of dripping, hot cum trickled down to your belly and, most of all, completely stained your thighs. Leon melted into his orgasm and allowed himself to fall on top of you, blessing you with his 70 pounds of muscle and heat crushing you sweetly.

"I'm all dirty and yet you want to kiss me" he laughed along with you when he heard that, kissing your neck as soon as he could and moving with soft caresses from his mouth to your lips, sucking them with devotion.

"This is the part I like the most" he declared, watching you raise an eyebrow; he had literally ground you up and fucked the shit out of you with the previous fuck like an animal and that was his favorite moment. Crazy fucker. But... that was what you liked most about him, after all "Let me know when you're better, love, and I'll run you a warm bath" he left a soft kiss on your cheek and sunk his face into the beginning of your breasts, making you laugh.

Truly Leon Kennedy was a basket case when it came to having you all to himself.

[honeytonedhottie]

I’M ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY 😭 😭 😭. I’M NOT PLAYING I FINALLY FIGURED OUT MANIFESTATION. SO I HAVE TWO STORIES TO TELL, THE FIRST ONE IS A MONEY MANIFESTATION AND THE OTHER ONE WAS DONE WITHIN SECONDS!! MY MOM WAS REALLY STRUGGLING WITH HER NEW RESTAURANT AND SHE ASK ME TO PRY FOR HER, SO I WAS THINKING LET ME DO YOU ONE BETTER MAMA . SO AFTER THAT CALL I STARTED LISTENING TO MONEY SUBS AND I KEPT AFFIRMING THAT “THERE ARE SO MANY CUSTOMERS AT MY MOM’S FOOD TRUCK RIGHT NOW”

“I MANIFEST FAST” “WITHIN HOURS I NOTICES THAT I ALREADY ALL MY DESIRES” “I ALREADY HAVE IT ALL.” “I AM ALREADY EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED TO BE.”

“IT’S ALREADY DONE.” “CREATION IS FINISHED.” “I FULFILL MYSELF IN MY IMAGINATION AND I KNOW THE 3D WILL INSTANTLY REFLECT.” “ALL OF MY DESIRES HAVE ALREADY MANIFESTED.”“I AM ALREADY EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED TO BE.” “THERE IS NO MORE WORK THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE IT ALL.” THEN I JUST ACCEPTED THAT IT HAS HAPPENED, WHEN ON WITH MY NIGHT AND ANYTIME I HAD A LIMITLESS/WAVERING BELIEF I JUST REPEATED THOSE AFFIRMATIONS AND YESTERDAY MY DAD LITERALLY TOLD ME THAT THE REASON THAT THEY CAME HOME SO LATE LAST NIGHT WAS BECAUSE SUDDENLY GOT SO MANY CUSTOMERS OUT OF NOWHERE HE SAID AROUND 6:00PM WHICH WAS WHEN I STARTED MY SATURATION SESSION🤩🤯 AND THE SECOND ONE WAS YESTERDAY TOO AND IT WAS IN SECONDS , SO MY DAD TOOK ME TO PANDA EXPRESS TO HAVE LUNCH, AND WHEN WE WERE DRIVING HOME THE CAR WASN’T STARTING SO I DECIDED TO JUST ROBOTIC AFFIRM AND AFTER JUST 5 MINUTES I STARTED WORKING….. LIKE WHAT!!! I’VE BEEN STUDYING MANIFESTATION FOR THIS WHOLE YEAR AND I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT.

JUST: affirm (or any other method) — persist— detach. And if all else fails ROBOTIC AFFIRM😉 THANK YOU LOA🎀🛍️🧸🍦

OH EM GEE IM SO PROUD OF YOU GIRL U RLY DID THAT!!! UR A MASTER MANIFESTOR CONGRATULATIONS 👏🏽💓🍬

[lovingyoulovinme]

part 3 of childhood best friends!charles&y/n

part 1 part 2

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N today in Monaco!

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user1 so good to see her again 🥹 it's feels like it's been years since she deleted her socials

ylnleclerc she's home in monaco 🥰

user4 hey this is my pic haha she was super nice when i talked to her and she said she's doing really well after i asked how she was! she was with joris and another one of her friends

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user7 JORIS? AS IN CHARLES' JORIS????

September 14, 2023

joris_trouche

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joris_trouche Princess of Monaco has returned

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user3 moving back to monaco..hanging with joris...charles liking this post...i could cry

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user6 i need pictures of them together now im so serious joris open up that camera roll or i'll fight

ylnleclerc MY ANGEL

ynstan tell her to come back to instagram please please

user8 charles liked this so fast oh wow 😭😭

September 19, 2023

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram the past 2 months at home 🧸

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ylnleclerc CHARLESFJDBSJENEKRNRIRBSIENDI

user1 WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SOOOOOOOO BACK

ynstan wife is back on instagram 🥹🥹🥹🥹

user4 not them lowkey getting exposed by that guy on twitter that met charles a few days ago jdbdnssn

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user12 why are we not talking about how he said they were so close that it seemed like they were dating...

charles_leclerc Can you follow me back now?

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yourinstagram i should block you again for locking me out of the house

charles_leclerc It was an accident 🏃‍♀️

ynstan are these bitches living together 😧

user11 the world is healing global warming has ended birds are chirping flowers are blooming

charlesfan i literally cant believe this is real i keep thinking im dreaming

user5 she was back in monaco for two months and no one knew until recently 😭

arthur_leclerc 🥰🥰

September 25, 2023

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Good Saturday. Now let's push for a good Sunday 🙃

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yourinstagram superstar 🫶

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user2 still the most supportive ever :( <3

charles_leclerc if i win will you follow me back?

yourinstagram maybe 😋

user3 bravo amore ❤️

f1 🙌

joris_trouche You better win for that y/n follow 🤣

charlesfan YOU GOT THIS KING

ynleclerc y/n still not following him is the funniest thing ever when you consider the fact that they are 100% dating

October 1, 2023

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram forever boy turns 26 today 🥹 i've loved you three (eleven*) summers!!!! and i want em all!!!!!

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pascale.leclerc.355 Enfin 🫶 (finally)

user4 soulmates 😭😭😭😭😭

landonorris #HappyCharlesDay

charles_leclerc Je t'aimerai à jamais. (i will love you forever)

charles_leclerc Thank you for the follow back

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yourinstagram anything for my fans ❤️

danielricciardo Happy birthday Charlie

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yourinstagram only i can call him that back off 😒

user2 "forever boy" i'm sobbing my eyes out

arthur_leclerc Last picture 🤣

charlesfan ELEVEN SUMMERS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

October 16, 2023

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[schlattsdoll]

schlatt getting sad nd insecure after a skinny guy (think lc schlatt) flirted with you (one sided but his insecurities ignored that) and you walk in on him crying in his biggest sweater

yall talk and

"ya deserve a pretty boy toots..."

"🤨🤨🤨 why would i want less kissing area??? i like em sturdy 🧱 and cuddly 🧸 jack can keep him beanstalks, i want YOU (bitch)"

🍓🦷

omg i wanna comfort my big guy so bad :((((

i can also just see him getting insecure about how he used to look, seeing all the edits on tiktok & how we reminisce about the lc days, and wondering if people really did like him more when he was a 'twink'.

walking into his room, seeing him sitting with his knees to chest, an extremely oversized sweater on, doomscrolling. as you approach the bed, he's too engrossed in the comments and edits of him.

"jay, you good?" you asked, lightly tapping his shoulder. it takes a few shakes and calls of his name to snap him out of his trance. "hm? sorry doll, jus' thinking.." a stray tear rolls down his cheek.

sitting down on the large bed, you crawl up next to him, "what's up bubs?" you rub his arm gently, comforting your beloved.

"ya deserve a pretty boy toots... like how i used to be."

you pull him close to you, letting his head fall on your chest. "jay, baby... would i have dated you back then? absolutely, but that doesn't change the fact that you now is the man i fell in love with. i like 'em big. more to cuddle and you can protect me."

he sighs and nuzzles into your chest, mumbling something about being too much. "ya sure doll? 'm alot to deal with... 'm not exactly prince charming." his hands drifting down to his stomach, an attempt to pull his hoodie down further.

as you press a kiss to the crown of his head you smile down at him, "if i wanted prince charming, i'd go out and get him. i wanted you. i adore you jay.." you began, pulling his hands up away from the fabric. "especially how you are now."

"thanks doll.." he smiles up at you, "what would i do without you?"

"be a sad sack forever?" you joke, leaning down to kiss him. the rest of the day is spent cuddling in bed, comforting him (with the help of jambo & [redacted] of course.)

sorry if the ending sucks, i'm always so bad at endings! inbox is open!

[zibiscusloon]

Feeling sappy today for no in particular reasons and I wanted to make one of these for the hell of it so feel free to use if you’d like! ^^

(When asking please be specific on the ship!)

~OC / Self-Insert x Canon Ask Game~

🤝: How did they meet in the first place? What was there first impression of each other?

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

🫣: Who stumbled the most with their feelings around the other? How much did the other person notice?

🦅: How good are their friends at being wingmen? Do they even help at all or just sit back watching the pining with a bag of popcorn?

💕: Who confessed first and how? Did it go as planned or did shenanigans ensue?

🦋: How long did it take them to get out of the awkward early relationship stage? Have they gotten more confident around each other?

❤️‍🔥: Who tends to take the lead with showing affection?

💔: Do they have any previous relationship experience from past partners? How does it reflect on how they handle their current one?

😑: How easily do they get jealous and how do they handle it?

🐱: Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name?

🌙: Who has to force the other into having healthy sleeping habits? How well does that go for em?

🗣️: Who’s the one that will ramble on about their highly specific interest while the other just sits back and nods along?

🐕: Do they have any pets together? If one of them had a pet from before their relationship how well does the pet get along with their partner? Do they have the pets approval or does said pet sit in between them and their partner any time they try to make a move?

✏️: How canon compliant are you with them? Do you stick pretty close or just have fun cause it’s your ship so no one can tell you what to do other wise?

💀: If the canon character is canonically dead, how did your OC handle their death? (Or did you completely omit their death cause fuck canon?)

💧: How well do they comfort each other when they’re upset?

🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?

👁️: What exactly do they want with their future with each other? Is that something they think of often or do they just stay in the moment?

🕊️: Give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff)

Edit: as a result of the blocking spree I had to go on I would like to state for the record pr*shippers this is not for you!!!

[carmenberzattosgf]

Thinking about the scene in the Fishes ep when Tiff isn’t feeling good and wants a sprite but there isn’t any and Carmy just casually offers to make it?? Bless his mf soul.

Reader is really craving brownies or cookies or ice cream or something (prob bc of period/pregnancy/stress cravings). They’re rummaging through the fridge and pantry but can’t find any. Carmy walks in to see they’re looking for something and in true Italian fashion he puts his hand on their back, ushering them to bed saying “baby go lay down you don’t feel good, yeah? What’re ya looking for? I woulda got it for ya, c’mon.” Reader is like on the brink of tears “I wanted some ____ but we don’t have any” and Carmen’s like “go lay down sweetheart and I’ll make you some. We’ve got all the ingredients, just gimme like 20 minutes.” Then reader just starts bawling lmao.

-🧸

Oh gosh I think about this so often. Even my friend that doesn’t simp for Carmy but has watched the bear has brought up to me that he literally MADE sprite just bc tiff had a craving. Like if he’s doing that for his “cousin’s” wife can you imagine what he’d do for his partner????

Carmy does anything you ask while you’re pregnant. He just wants to serve you in every way possible. It’s his acts of service love language.

You’re in the kitchen desperately looking for something sweet. Anything sweet. Carmy walks in to see you balancing on your tip toes rummaging through the top of the pantry.

“Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing, baby?” His hand rests on your back to steady you. “You’re suppose to be resting, sweetheart. I would’ve gotten what you needed if you called me.”

“I just wanted something sweet—like chocolate or something. We don’t have anything, though.” You start to sniffle. The pregnancy hormones have not been kind to your emotions.

“Baby,” Carmy replies with a soft voice. His hands cup your face to wipe away the few tears that escaped from your eyes. “How ‘bout I make you some brownies? I’ve already got all the ingredients I need. I can get ‘em in the oven in twenty minutes. That sound good?”

“You’re always doing so much for me, Carm. I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that, okay? You’re never a burden. You’re carrying my kid in there,” he says, cupping your bump. “I’d do anything for you, and I’m more than happy to do whatever you need me to do.” His words only encourage the waterworks currently falling down your cheeks.

“Thank you, Bear. I love you so much,” you whisper in between sniffles.

“I love you more. Now, let’s get you to bed, yeah? I’ll come join you once I get the brownies in the oven.”

[seo-changbinnies]

happy birthday marie !!! 💞💞

thank you em!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕

[chrissdollie]

ik it’s not father’s day yet but shhhh

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“happy father’s day baby..” you mutter, kissing and licking your boyfriend’s lips. chris grunts, pushing hair out of his face. he’s still on top of you after a long three rounds, keeping his arms straight while he looks down at you. he grins at your joke. you two have this thing where you act like he’s breeding you because it really turns you guys on—

“what’s funny? im so serious!” you giggle with this glint in your eyes that tell chris you’re not lying. his smile drops, looking down in between you both. he watches some his cum ooze out of your puckered hole while the rest was previously shoved deep inside by him. he lifts his glance back towards you, raising an eyebrow with a slightly opened mouth. “ya didn’t take the pill this mornin’?” he asks, dryly chucking after, like he doesn’t believe you’d do that without telling him.

but he’s wrong. you meekly nod your head, pursing your lips innocently as you wait for his reaction. the room fills with silence while chris’ head fills with loud, noisy thoughts. after moments, you chime in to the silence. “i already have a whole pinterest board and everyth—“

“holy shit i’m gonna be a dad.” chris bends his arms, dropping his head onto your chest. you lazily twirl a piece of his oily hair, humming a light “mhmm”. the only reason why you didn’t bring it up to him was because he’d persuade you to wait like he always does. saying, “you should finish college first and get a steady job”. and you’d always respond with the same words, “i don’t need a steady job! you and your brothers make a great amount of money and my parents wouldn’t mind helping out at all!” and thus the small argument would start.

so today you decided to take matters into your own hands. it’s not like chris didn’t want a baby, you weren’t forcing him to have a child he would disregard. he adores babies and you two have had countless conversations about the names you’d give ‘em, how many you want, what’d they look like. in all honesty, you think he’s just a little scared. but his ego’s too big for him to admit it, so he instead turns it around to you, yapping about college and money.

he stares at you for a while, taking in this part of you that will never be the same again. he chuckles to himself lowly. smiling, you look down. “what?”

“nothin’, it’s just funny that you picked today to do this. almost like you’ve been planning it for a while.” he wiggles his eyebrows even though you can’t see him well. you rub his shoulder, slightly wrapping your legs around his calves. “wow. you’re gunna be a mommy and i’m gunna be a daddy.” he exhales, really taking it in. you nod with an excited grin on your glistening face.

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[bucknastysbabe]

Hi I got an ask about subby Criston and I’m here to fill it but I accidentally deleted the ask itself. So I hope you see this😭😭I kinda went cuckoo bonkers word to Wyn but anyways! Pookie bear cries and nuts like 40 times🧸🧸

Knock ‘em out - C.Cole

Rating: Explicit

WC: 3k

Tags: Boxer!Criston, Manager!Reader, Criss priss prob needed to be in an institution but now gets paid for beating ass, a little bit of manipulation from reader, marathon sex, overstimulation, sub space, soft domme, 🚨CRISTON BIG ASS PRAISE KINK🚨, he’s puppy your honor, Dom/sub, sub drop, aftercare, pnv!sex, multiple orgasms, intercrural sex, cumming in pants, lil bit of background story but mainly P O R N

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Thanks @tumblin-theworldaway for helping my mind crank up heheheheeh

Criston knew he was off— something never wired right in his brain. Most people would interview him and see the rags-to-riches story. He came from trash, really, his dad was the janitor at the big boxing gym in the city. Coach Dondarrion told people they let Criston train for free as his father worked so tirelessly.

In reality, he couldn’t stop getting into fights at school. It was unchecked anger growing out of control. Criston’s mother and father begged Dondarrion to take him on and help channel that aggression. It likely saved his life. He was only 10 and beating kids’ faces in over slights— imagined or real. He was horribly possessive, jealous, and lost. Boxing seemed to put a lid on that.

Occasionally he’d have to be ripped off an opponent. Whispers of Criston Cole being a psycho were rampant. He was twenty-three when he got his current manager. She worked miracles. His everything— Criston loved the woman so much that sometimes it hurt his head, thoughts too intense to siphon through.

He’d known her from the Blackhaven gym, she was a daughter of Coach Swann and knew the realm of boxing pretty well. Coach Dondarrion brought her into the picture when Criston almost killed a man in the ring.

She didn’t bat an eye when Criston snarled and tried to intimidate her— only cocking her head and snorting like he was an unruly animal. He’ll never forget the words she said after. It was a shift for the boxer.

“Do that again and you won’t fight this week. I’m in charge now. You’re my prize pet. If you want to keep being a prize pet then you’ll listen to me,” she stated, manicured nail poking his chest.

The bigger man still had no clue what came over him, but her words were like a balm. This was what Criston needed— firm orders and guidance. He hoped at the time she could help him with all the mess in his head. Criston nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy. Let’s come up with some rules. You like rules don’t you?”

No unnecessary jabs, no yelling, work on riding the bike and going through footwork, and no cumming until he had won.

Those were the rules before a fight. Criston abided by them religiously. Even if he was like a caged animal towards the lead-up to the big event. He would feel himself grow more and more agitated— actively restraining from ripping his opponent's jaw off. Cole probably looked psycho, with dark eyes intense, jaw clenching. But his expression remained eerily placid. His manager liked that and said she could smell the fear off the other guy.

Criston remained undefeated, she must be right he thought. Coach Dondarrion said Swann was a goddamn genius. She was perfect like that. He hated she wouldn’t go public with their relationship, Criston would wind himself up into an obsessive tizzy over it.

But when he won again, and again, she was there to take care of him. They’d get through the usual press, Criston would shower, and they’d ride back to the hotel together. The air was charged in the back seat. She’d slapped his wandering hands away the first couple of times.

Now he knew to stay put and she’d tend to his face or scratch his hair, careful of any knots and bruising. It felt so fucking good the first time she touched him, he had cum in his sweats before even reaching the hotel. Whining and writhing as she cooed and put ice on his black eye or taped a busted nose— he couldn’t remember exactly.

His manager had cooed in surprise when he seized up and gasped, wetting the inside of his briefs, “Oh, baby? You came? Needed that, didn’t you? Criston Cole, my prized pet, big bad man, didn’t know you liked being loved on. You deserve it, baby, I’m here for you, always.”

Her words had simultaneously embarrassed and made Criston want to kneel at her feet, awaiting her next command. He remained quiet, cheeks flushing heavily, worried internally his nose would start bleeding. Swann curled at his side and stroked his messy curls.

“Don’t be ashamed, you deserve to feel good. ‘Sides I know you have more to go, gotta be pretty full from going a week. You want me to take care of that, empty you out?”

Criston gritted his teeth and whined. He wanted it so bad. The demon in his head teased and prodded him, spitting lies. “She thinks you’re a weak little bitch, you really gonna spread your legs and bare your neck like a slut?” the voice said. He moaned softly, pained from the dissonance.

His manager whispered gently, a small hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

“Criston, baby, stop thinking so much, and let me do it for you.”

He melted into her warm embrace, the proposition flicking on a switch he didn’t know existed. She smiled as he slurred out a ‘yes’ and went lax under her palms. Criston didn’t know at the time— that submitting completely to another made his mind stop for a bit.

He was euphoric, eyes focused on her as they entered the hotel. She waved off any reporters and led him by the hand. Criston clung to her like a needy child in the elevator, his cock swelled up again. The manager let him rut a bit on her tight skirt and giggled at his desperation.

When they finally, finally gotten to the room— she stripped Criston down and made him cum until he cried, all the adrenaline sapped out of his body. He lost count of how many times her mouth and hand brought him to completion. He got to float in his head, tongue too thick and limbs too heavy to do anything but whine and be coddled.

Criston woke up later as a new man. He felt he could breathe. Then the games began as his record kept going up, Cole escalating to the fucking top. He didn’t know what to do with all the money except buy his family a house and Swann anything she desired.

He’d won again. Shaking his fist and snarling obscenities at Strong on the ground. He’d get another fuck-ton of money and go home happy. He’d picked up the belt and grinned, elated at his thirtieth win. On the top of the world.

Criston’s mind began to whirl as he stalked down the hallway. He briskly showered and answered a couple of questions to the press. She waited to the side, sinful red lips curled upwards. Swann was wearing the red bottoms he bought her, pretty legs shown off in her little dress and blazer.

When she nodded toward the exit he followed, agitated at the annoying reporter still asking questions. Criston didn’t want to upset her, so he kept his mouth shut and followed along, pulling his hoodie up. His balls fucking throbbed. He wanted to fuck his angel so bad, maybe she’d let him on a special occasion like this.

He got into the dark luxury vehicle, inhaling her sweet scent. Criston was close to getting feral, mouth watering at the possibilities. Still, he remained mute. Until she shifted, facing him in the dark, eyes full of affection. Criston couldn’t help the thin whine that burst from his chest at her attention.

“Look’it you. Took down Breakbones, got thirty wins, fucking hell baby,” she drew closer to him, “Criston Cole, you’re the real deal! You wanna fuck me, baby boy? I think you’ve earned it.”

“Pleaseplease, yes, fucking yes,” he pled.

A stagnant pause fell over the back of the car.

“Thank you,” he moaned, “Thank you.”

“Good boy, don’t forget your manners.”

She placed a warm hand high on his thigh, massaging the sore muscle. Her other palm caressed Criston’s patched-up cheek. She hummed “A kiss?” He nodded eagerly, vibrating in place, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. But Criston knew he had to be her good boy.

The woman softly pecked his lips, pulling back to watch Criston chase with a sad noise. She smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. He eagerly opened his mouth for her, shivering as her nimble tongue playfully lapped at his own. Criston’s hands balled up in his sweats— no touching, no touching unless given permission.

Their lips wetly smacked in the dark car, her hand moving up to rub maddeningly at his straining cock. Criston cried out into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly. She laughed and nibbled on his shapely lower lip, hand squeezing his manhood.

“S’all mine isn’t it? My cock, just for me.”

He nodded in misery, his body wanted to let go, but it was a bit of a process to get Criston in the headspace he wanted. She knew how to get him there. Like her lips against his ear, tits pressed against his chest as she purred, “Easy love, relax, I’ve got you honey.”

“Mmm- gods, need it,” he gritted out, dark eyes lolling.

As her firm hand jerked him over the sweats, Criston’s manager nipped and kissed at his clean-shaven cheeks and neck. She whispered, “Sweet boy, I know you are s’hard, relax, relax, you’re gonna get to cum all night baby. As much as you want, just gotta let go okay?”

She praised and played with him some more, Criston began to pant hoarsely, thighs shaking as he neared the precipice. She tutted when the car stopped, “Get yourself together baby, we’re here now.” He blinked, a tear falling down his cheek, bewildered by the way she left him.

He was so fucking close! The boxer sulked and groaned at his denied orgasm, eyes watery from how intense his balls were throbbing now. He wiped his eyes and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up again, keeping his head low. He hoped the half-assed tucking of his hard-on worked.

They walked in sync to the elevators. He sulked, “M’so hard it hurts.” Criston’s girl pouted her lips, patting his cheek, “I know, I know sweet boy, but we can’t keep the driver waiting. Almost there, don’t be so needy.”

Criston wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his face into her neck. He would be good, he wouldn’t hump or bite. He merely wanted to hold her for a second before the elevator dinged. Swann hummed and nuzzled back into his hair.

Onward they went, Criston’s mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier as his body thrummed with need. Upon entering the penthouse suite— her entire demeanor changed. She snapped, “Go get undressed and kneel for me by the bed.”

He nodded in little jerks, undressing and folding them neatly, just how his mistress liked. Criston shuddered as the cool air hit his cock, swallowing heavily as he knelt before the foot of the bed. His hands shook with need, his adrenaline still thrashing and pumping underneath the skin.

He was downright panting by the time she came out of the bathroom, naked as he was. Criston bit on his lip, eyes watering again. The angel laughed, “You sure are worked up tonight.” She padded behind Criston, winding a hand into his hair, eliciting another agonized noise from the boxer.

“You are so damn talented, the Warrior smiles on you. I’m proud.”

“Thank you, thank you ma'am,” he whispered.

“I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to fuck all that energy and cum out okay?”

“Yes ma’am- ohmygods.”

Criston’s brows pulled together as she laid before him, legs crooked and spread, her cunt shining with slick. He growled, digging his nails into the skin of his thigh. She crooked her fingers playfully, “C’mon baby, you’re allowed to touch. Use me, my special pet earned it.”

He almost felt bad in the way he roughly had pulled her ass flush to his hips, the flesh smacking loudly. Criston had eagerly gotten on his knees in the center of the soft bed, slotting his swollen cock against her slick pussy. “F-fuck, fuck, gonna use you baby, ’m sorry,” he gritted out. She smiled and shrugged, moaning as he rutted against her a couple more times.

Criston’s dark eyes rolled up as he entered her velvet cunt, warm and sososo tight. He snarled as he snapped his hips into his baby. She was crying out and digging sharp nails into his shoulders. Cole knew he was lost in the feeling, rasping and groaning possessive, ugly things he would never say out loud.

But when legs were wrapped around his waist and she was mewling his name? Criston had lost his firm barriers. He rumbled into her ear between kisses and bites, “My godsdamn pussy, mine, you’re mine, I’ll f-fucking kill anyone who touches you, looks at you, gods I’ll do anything!”

He groaned, balls drawing up quicker than expected. She was crying out “Yes! yes! All yours!” Criston sucked in a wet breath at her neck, hips driving into her at a breakneck pace, hands bruising her pretty skin. He choked on his drool, unable to warn her— Criston’s orgasm was that intense.

She tightened around him when his cock flooded, absolutely flooded her pussy. Criston moaned and clenched his jaw, fucking through the oversensitivity. His girl dug her heels into his ass to spur him on. The boxer swallowed down a little mewl. Everything was still so swollen, he had to keep fucking, keep cumming.

“Mmm, yes! Don’t stop baby, oh Criston!”

“I-I am, fuuuck, g’nna fill you up again!"

He drove his hips upward, lifting her hips so that Criston could get at her g-spot. She raked a bloody mark across his back, gasping in delight. He rambled while thumbing desperately at her clit, “Yeah, yeah, feel s’good, cum on me baby, need to feel you, m’close again!”

Criston wasn’t sure if it was her gorgeous wail or her pussy gushing on his cock or both but he came again. She chose to mouth at his lips, shaky legs clenching around him, hand pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. Meanwhile, he whined Swann’s name, the quickness of his second orgasm turning Criston’s brain into jello.

The slick noises between them were loud and sloppy, he was stuttering and whining. She threw her pretty head back and moaned. Criston was finding words hard. He kept fucking and fucking. She felt too good and he had so much cum for her.

“That’s it, keep it up,” she grunted.

Criston slurred, “Ca-can’t stop, can’t, can't!”

He felt his eyes grow wet as his overstimulated cock was gripped and milked by her cunt. The angel, his angel, wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck, his hips forcing little 'uhs' out of her plush lips. Criston blabbered uselessly, words bordering on sobs now. It felt too good, the pain and pleasure were ecstasy to him. He bottomed out inside her, stopping to mewl long and high before returning to feverishly thrusting again.

“Oh, oh, angel- hurts- s’good ohmygods your pussy, gotta cum again, m’sorry m’so sorry!”

She nuzzled at his jaw, moaning, “It’s okay, doing so good for me, needy baby. You needed this, poor baby’s balls are so full.”

“S’full,” he agreed, mindless and shivering.

Criston’s thighs began to twitch as he felt another wave cresting. He practically wailed as the third peak licked up his spine— white hot and mean. She gasped, nails digging into his flanks, pussy pulsing around another load of Criston’s molten cum.

He was a mess, wordless and drooling. Criston began to move again, gaze unfocused and mouth agape. He whimpered, all overstimulated and still fucking frantic. Criston felt like he’d die if he didn’t stop, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks.

Her hands held his face now, her lips saying something. Criston slowly cocked his head, attempting to understand his manager’s words. She said it again, this time louder with a smack to his cheek. Criston stopped his movements, protesting with a weak noise.

“Babydoll, you gotta fuck my thighs, I'm starting to hurt. I’m going to turn over, okay precious? Got that?”

His lips trembled— Criston didn’t want to do that. He wanted her pussy. He slid out anyway, a torrent of white spend flooding out of her well-used entrance, seeping onto the bed. She marveled "Oh Criston, you still have anything left?" The woman hissed under her breath as she flipped onto her stomach. She tucked a pillow under her hips, giving him access to her thighs, slicked with their release.

Criston stared— unsure how to proceed. His cock was so flushed it purpled, aching horribly. He whined, frustrated with his stupidity, the man just wanted familiar tightness again. She sighed and reached back, ushering his knees and thighs to cage her legs in, forcing Criston forward.

He gasped in delight when his cock slid between her soft thighs, warm and wet. His depleted brain decided this would do. Criston’s thrusts were jerky and uncoordinated, he was growing too sensitive to go on much further. He kept at it, crying and sniffling like a babe.

“Awe baby, you’re hurting huh?”

“Mhm!” he replied, scrunching his face up tight. He had to cum one more time, he had to! Even if it was excruciating, the pleasure ramped up into nerves prickling all over his worn body. She watched him with lidded eyes, lips in a smirk. Criston exhaled again, throwing his head back to sob.

“Gotta- I gotta,” he mewled.

“I know sweetheart, so close, let it all out, you’ll feel so much better. You’re so pretty like this— all fucked out and still want more. Knocked your whore brain sideways. My cute slutty puppy, I love youuu.”

Criston folded under the praise, his body contracting once more, stomach cramping as he devolved into cries. His abused cock managed to dribble one little last bit. He couldn’t stop crying, falling back onto his haunches. Swann guided him down to shush and pet his hair. She murmured, "You're okay, all done now, I'm here, not going anywhere. Just breathe."

Criston’s muscles were all loose but the adrenaline had been sapped quickly. He was gutted— in a good way. Just couldn’t help the reaction, he knew it would happen after an intense romp like this. His baby curled into his heaving side, laying feathery kisses on his jaw, a relaxing hand at his diaphragm.

“That’s it, let it out, poor baby. Couldn’t help yourself hm?”

Criston nodded through the incessant tears, his shaky hand threading through her hair. He rasped, “I love you so much. You’re perfect.” He was growing more sleepy, settled by her kisses and glowing smile. He could float easy and enjoy the win, curled up with his lifesaver. Well, after she got him water and wiped down the mess. He realized with a smile— she had laid a towel underneath them.

She’d have to help him function tomorrow, Criston knew he’d be scrambled eggs, sore, and a bit grumpy. But that’s why they kept a suite for three days. After the kick off he would rest up and replenish. They would fuck sensually, cuddle, and watch a in some order of that fashion.

His addled mind conjured up a big diamond ring he’d buy for her.

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Make You Proud ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) surprises her man in California, where he wins his first ever singles championship.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"You're all set," the tall man at TSA exclaims, sliding over a tiny bin with my phone and Apple watch.

"Thank you!" I respond cheerfully, re-pack my things and proceed to walk over to my gate.

I find a corner seat and place my luggage down, get comfy against the wall, and pull out my phone.

After about 10-15 minutes of scrolling on Instagram and Tiktok, I get a message that immediately makes me smile.

Joshua 🧸🩵: Safe travels my love. Text me when you land okay? I love you.

My Lady ❤️: I will baby. I love you more. 🤍

For context, WWE is headed to California for Monday Night Raw.

And while my boyfriend thinks that I'm spending our time apart visiting my parents back home in New York, I'm actually headed to surprise him for the show.

There's been lots of buzz on social media about him finally getting another title opportunity tonight and I wanna be there for, what I believe will be, his big win.

Actually, it's not even just for his big win, it's more so just the thought of us being together.

While I adore and will forever be committed to Joshua, our relationship is by no means perfect.

He's been in the business for about 14 years now, and we've been together for about 3 of them.

Whether it's for a PLE or just weekly live tapings, he's on the road for 5 sometimes 6 days out of the week.

Wrestling is his passion and brings out the best in him so, while I miss him a lot — and I mean a lot — of the time, I would and could never bring myself to ask him to put it aside for us.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when an announcement echoes through the airport speakers.

"Flight #389 to Ontario, California is now boarding."

I take a deep breath, gather all my things, and board.

See you soon my love. <3

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** Josh's POV **

As I'm in the hallway doing a mini warmup for my match, a familiar face walks up with a tiny smirk on his face.

I turn to him and smile. "What's up, uce?"

One of my closest friends in the business, Sami Zayn, nods. "Big night for you, dawg."

"Yeet," I reply, nodding.

Big night is an understatement.

I want my own title more than anything.

And I'm gonna get it.

"Ya know," he begins, breaking the comfortable silence. "That Intercontinental Championship meant the world to me."

I nod understandably.

"And tonight," he continues, tapping me on the chest. "You make that Intercontinental Championship yours!"

I continue nodding, except this time with a smile.

"You hear me?!" he asks, holding out his hand for our handshake.

"Thank you uce," I reply, slapping our hands together. "Thank you, my dawg. Thank you, man. Love you!"

"You've got this! Go get it!" he continues, hyping me up.

"Yeet!" I call out as he walks out of frame, and continue my warmup.

Moments later, the camera man signals that our segment is done.

"Aaaand cut!" he calls, turning off the red light on his camera. "Awesome job guys!"

Shortly after, Rami's music hits.

"I'll see you later man," he exclaims, pulling me into a hug. "Good luck tonight."

"Thank you uce," I reply, patting his back and letting him go. "Go get em!"

As he walks into gorilla and out of sight, I head to my dressing room to change.

By the time I'm dressed and ready to go, it's about ten minutes until the main event - me and Bron Breakker for the IC title.

I take a deep breath and decide to shoot my lady a last minute text before heading out.

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** Gianna's POV **

Josh's close friend Rami just finished his segment with a man named Gunther, and the crowd is still buzzing.

I feel my phone vibrate in my purse and automatically take it out, smiling when I see a text from my man.

Joshua 🧸🩵: About to go out there. Gonna do this shit and make you proud baby. 🩵

My Lady ❤️: You always do, my love. I'll be watching. 🫶🏽

Little does he know, I'll have the perfect view.

I smile and place my phone back in my purse before taking a deep breath.

About a minute or two later, Josh's entrance music hits and the crowd goes insane.

As he enters from the crowd, I automatically take notice to his gear.

It's my favorite one that he wears: baby blue and white colored with "YEET" and palm trees embroidered in bright pink, white air forces, and pink glasses to match.

I smile as he enters the ring, dancing to his theme, while the crowd never stops hyping him up.

As the music switches and his opponent enters, I'm unable to keep my eyes off of my man.

The way he paces back and forth, licking his lips, and delivering mean mugs.

Fuck, I'm so lucky.

As the match rolls on, Josh eventually spears Bron through the barricade.

My heart drops as he lays there, visibly exhausted but still pushing.

I don't know how he does it. He's so incredible.

As he looks up at the crowd, our eyes meet and the world stops.

His jaw practically drops at the sight of me and a gorgeous smile appears on his face.

I smile back and blow a kiss his way.

After taking a second to process what's happening, he puckers his lips and sends one back, before focusing back on the match.

As he drags Bron back into the ring and follows up with another spear, the crowd gets somehow louder.

He climbs up onto the top rope and takes a deep breath before delivering his finisher: the Uso splash.

My heart stops and I cover my mouth while the crowd counts along with the referee.

Once the count hits three, he lays back and the crowd goes from loud to deafening.

I jump up and cheer, tears streaming down my face.

He did it! He fucking did it! My boy is a champ!

"HERE IS YOUR WINNER!" Samantha Irvin announces from ringside, tons of emotion in her voice. "AAAAND NEEEEEWWWW! INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! MAAAAIIIIN EVENT JEY UUUUSSOOOOOO!"

I cheer even louder, clapping my hands, still sobbing.

He lays there with the belt for a while before being helped up by the referee and having his arm lifted above his head while holding the championship in his other.

As he exits the ring, he runs over to me and grabs my face, pulling me into a kiss.

I kiss back, smiling against his lips, before pulling away and wrapping my arms around him.

He hugs me back, panting into my neck and giving me kisses there too.

"I'm so happy you're here," he says just below my ear so that I can hear him above all the cheering. "I love you."

"I love you," I reply, more happy tears strolling down my face.

Smiling, he pulls away and grabs my face for another quick kiss before heading up the stairs in the crowd to celebrate with fans.

Nothing could top this feeling.

I'm so beyond proud of my baby! <3

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** Josh's POV **

As I step into the gorilla, an eruption of claps and cheers for me by Paul and other staff begins.

I smile breathlessly and immediately hug him.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, patting my back.

"On top of the world," I reply, still trying to catch my breath.

Everyone laughs, including me, as he pulls me into another hug.

We pull away and take a classic pointing picture in front of the WWE logo.

On my way back to my locker room, I run into even more co-workers and get lots of congratulations.

But when I open the door, I'm brought with my favorite sight of the night: my girl.

Without a word, she runs into my arms and we share the tightest hug in the world.

"I'm so proud of you," she coos into my neck, tons of emotion in her voice.

I smile and kiss her cheek. "Thank you, baby."

She pulls away and cups my face, tears streaming down hers. "You're a champion. You're my champion."

"Always and forever ma," I reply and pull her in by her waist, pressing our lips together.

She automatically kisses back and wraps her arms around my neck.

Deepening the kiss, I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, earning a tiny moan from her.

About a minute more of this goes by and we pull away, pressing our foreheads together.

"What do you say we get out of here and go celebrate properly after my shower?" I ask, caressing her ass.

She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Sounds perfect."

I smirk and kiss her temple. "Stay here and look pretty. I'll be back."

She giggles and we share another quick kiss before I leave her with my title and head to the bathroom with fresh clothes.

The hot water feels unreal on my body, especially after damn near killing myself during the match.

Once I finish, I towel dry myself and change into a white Nike sweatsuit, my air forces, and my silver chain.

I clean up after myself and head back into my dressing room, where my girl is sat with the title against her waist and scrolling on her phone.

"Shiii you look better with that thing then I do," I exclaim, making her look up.

She chuckles, stands up, and puts it around my waist. "There's no better looking champ than you, baby."

I smirk as she leans in and presses our lips together once more. "Mmm thank you, my love."

Hand in hand, we gather my stuff and exit the arena, earning a couple more congratulations from people as we leave.

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** Gianna's POV **

Tonight has been magical.

After Josh and I left the arena, we went and grabbed dinner at Waffle House and drove back to my hotel room.

Thankfully, he has another live event here tomorrow so we didn't have to end our night in an airport.

Right now, he's currently downstairs grabbing a spare key for the room, and I'm working on making this night end perfectly.

I quickly run into the bathroom and strip out of my outfit from tonight, then change into his favorite lingerie set of mine: black, lace, and see thru.

I doll myself up and fix my hair, before throwing on my silk robe and heading back into the room.

A few moments later, I hear footsteps and my man steps back into the room.

"I got the key," Josh exclaims, holding it up and shutting the door behind him.

I nod and pat the empty spot on his bed next to me. "Come, love."

He raises an eyebrow suspiciously but walks over anyway, getting into bed next to me.

"Whatchu doin girl?" he asks, throwing an arm around me and rubbing my thigh with his free hand.

I turn to face him and climb onto his lap, straddling him. "Just helping you relax."

"Oooo," he coos, smirking and sliding his hands onto my waist.

I giggle and lean in, pressing our lips together.

He automatically kisses back, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing it through the silky fabric.

** smut warning! **

I quietly moan at the feeling and begin to grind on him, swaying my hips up and down his crotch.

He moans in the kiss and we slowly pull away, me tugging at his bottom lip.

I climb off of him and stand between his legs, untying the robe and peeling it off my skin.

He watches my every move and practically drools at the sight of my body, reaching out to caress every inch that's revealed.

I continue the show by unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor, as well as slowly sliding down my panties and stepping out of them.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, caressing and toying with one of my nipples.

"I believe you're a little overdressed sir," I exclaim, taking a few steps closer and pressing my now naked body against his.

He smirks as I pull his hoodie over his head.

"Look at this body," I coo, running my hands up his abs, to his chest, and onto his shoulders. "The body of a champion. Of my champion."

I lean in and run my tongue up his collarbone and neck, sucking and kissing his gorgeously tanned skin on the way.

He lets out a sexy moan, holding me close.

After a few moments of this, I give him one last kiss on the corner of his mouth and pull away to remove the clothes from his bottom half as well.

His dick immediately springs out when I remove his boxers, to which I respond with stroking and showering light kisses onto his tip.

"Shit," he whispers, cupping my face with one hand.

"That feels good, hm?" I ask, continuing my kisses down his length.

"Mmm fuck," he utters between moans. "So fuckin good. I need to be inside you, baby."

I smirk, lightly push him back against the headboard, and straddle him once more.

Except this time, I line his dick up with my pussy and lower myself onto it.

I gasp at the feeling of his full length practically in my stomach and, after a few seconds, start moving.

"Oh yes," I moan, holding onto his thighs for balance with my head thrown back as he takes one of my breasts into his mouth.

Soon enough, he starts moving as well, his thrusts pulsating into my body.

The sound of our skin slapping mixed with combined moans echoes throughout the room.

"Fuck baby you're so tight," he groans in my ear, a firm grasp on my ass cheeks. "This my shit?"

"U-uh huh!" I reply, unable to speak a word.

He slaps my ass. Hard.

I whine at the feeling.

"Don't make me ask again ma," he demands, his voice low and sexy. "Use your words."

"Y-yes da-addy," I reply between moans. "T-th-this pussy is all yours."

He frees one of his hands and brings it to the cheeks on my face, squeezes them, pulls my face in, and crashes our lips together.

"Mmm!" I moan against his lips, still on cloud nine from the way he's fucking me.

A few moments go by until I feel absolutely weak.

"J-Joshua! D-daddy!" I call out.

"Yes baby?" he replies, applying kisses below my ear.

I pant breathlessly, attempting to speak but the words just won't come.

"Talk to daddy my love," he coos, taking a strand of hair away from my eyes and helping me relax. "Tell me what you need."

"I-I'm gon-I'm gonna cum," I practically scream out, holding onto his neck for dear life.

"Mmm good girl," he praises as I let loose, slowing down his thrusts as his climax fills me up as well.

** smut over! **

"Fuck," I say just above a whisper, rolling off of him and laying flat on my back on the bedsheets.

He chuckles breathlessly, turning over and wrapping a protective arm around my waist. "You feel good, baby?"

I nod, my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open.

He smiles and kisses my bottom lip. "I'll get a bath started for us, yeah?"

I nod again, laying my head down on the plush pillow.

I feel him get up and open my eyes just the tiniest bit to watch his fat ass walk off.

Fuck, he's so fine.

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** Josh's POV **

Gi and I just finished up our bath.

It felt like heaven, despite me putting my body on the line twice in one night.

I'm now carrying her to bed.

Between me practically fucking her to sleep and jet lag, she's exhausted.

I lay her down on the plush sheets and tuck her in so she's comfortable.

"Mmm thank you baby," she exclaims quietly, half asleep with her eyes closed.

I chuckle and stroke her cheek with my knuckle. "Anytime my love."

I hop into bed with her and shut the bedside lamp, then wrap her into my arms.

She kisses my chest and leans into the crook of my neck.

It's not long before I hear light snores pouring out of her.

"Goodnight my baby," I coo, before kissing her temple and drifting off to sleep myself.

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