#i miss triple h so much

[sassy-tripleh]

Happy Birthday to my first love forever and ever💚

[runninriot]

Caramel

for @vecnuthy 💜

also written as fill for the @steddiebingo prompt: alternate first meeting

rated: T | wc: 1.903 | tags: best friends eddie & jeff, pre steddie, (chaotic) flirting, Eddie Munson has a crush, confident Steve Harrington, sexual innuendo, Scoops Ahoy, no upside down au | also on ao3

Eddie is going to kill Jeff.

He'll make it slow and painful and even that won't rectify the betrayal.

   “Oh, come on! I've been listening to you whine about your stupid crush forever now, and I'm sick of it. So, do something about it while we're here.”

He does not whine, just to be clear. If anything, he's simply stating the tragic facts of hopeless love and never-to-be requited feelings.

Excuse him for thinking his best friend would actually support him and offer some consolation in these trying times. But no, Jeff's being a dick. Using Eddie's misery for his own amusement by dragging him in here.

They were about to grab lunch, but then Jeff pulled him through the doors of Scoops Ahoy without so much as a warning, under the pretence of a sudden craving for ice cream.

Eddie would've much rather stepped through the gates of hell than set foot in here but he couldn't fight it, not without catching other people's attention. And that's the least of what he wanted, having eyes on him. Especially those hazel ones, dark bright and warm, with green and gold speckles whenever the light hits them right.

   “I'm so going to murder you,” Eddie grits through his teeth, trying his best not to alert the group of girls standing in front of them. He feels hot from- anger, but Jeff has the audacity to laugh.

   “I mean it, man. You can't force me to-”

   “Welcome to Scoops, what can I get ya?”

    Fuck.

He hadn’t even noticed they were next in line but it’s definitely too late now to run and hide. Eddie's heart stops for a moment but contrary to the silent prayer he sends to no one in particular, he doesn't drop dead.

Instead, he's tripping all over his own tongue, swallowing nothing because his mouth's suddenly so fucking dry.

   “I, uh, we, uh-”

    Jesus H. Christ.

He's never been known for being very cool. Or a smooth talker for that matter. Especially when it comes to- well. Doesn't matter. He's obviously not going to try to flirt with the guy that's been haunting his every waking hour and his dreams ever since he started working in the record store across from Scoops. But making a fool of himself wasn't really the plan either.

   “I'll have the triple choc. Oh, and add one scoop of strawberry cheesecake, please." Jeff's palm comes down on his shoulder, patting him appreciatively. "My friend Eddie here is being generous today."

If he turned to look at him, he could see the shit-eating grin on his friend’s face, but all Eddie can do is stare at the pretty-smiling guy in front of him.

Steve, the name tag says.

Steve, wearing his stupid hat and his stupid uniform with the stupid red neckerchief hanging from the far too revealing collar that offers a dangerously delicious glimpse at the brush of dark hair peaking out from the low-cut neckline.

And speaking of neck- fuck!

In all the times Eddie stole secret glances at the man in question, he’s never been this close to him, always just yearning from a distance. But now that they’re standing merely a few inches away from each other, there’s no chance of missing the beauty spots scattered across his neck and face. So close, Eddie can count them individually, wants to remember each of their placements so he can dream about mapping them out with his fingertips, and maybe name them like stars.

   “So, Eddie,” someone says and it's then he realises he’s been caught staring. “Now that your friend's all set, what can I do to make you happy?”

Eddie’s heart does a weird little flip at his words, feels blood rushing into his face, hot-red bashfulness creeping into his cheeks and ears. He could swear he saw the other man wink at him. Could swear the way he said his name had a special kind of tone to it. But that doesn’t mean shit, right? He's probably just charming to all the customers, perfectly selling his happy little sailor act. And it's working, is the worst part. Makes Eddie blush even more than he already had, standing there absently twirling a strand of hair around his finger like an idiot, god.

    Brain to Eddie! Asking permission to reboot.

   “I, uh, I’m not sure.”

Heaven help him. This is embarrassing.

   “Want me to help you decide?”

Eddie is sure Jeff will tease him later for swallowing his tongue, but making up words is hard with your brain on overdrive. So he nods dumbly, eyes wide like those of a deer staring into the headlights of a truck – surely looking as stupid as he feels.

   “Hmm, let's see.”

Steve places both hands on top of the counter and leans forward, deliberately letting his eyes rake over Eddie in a way that makes him break out in cold sweat, giving him the horny-shivers. Making him feel like he's caught in a suffocating heatwave, all heavy-breathing and sweating just from having Steve's eyes on him.

   "You don't seem like the vanilla kind of guy. Maybe something a little more... fruity?"

Eddie's pretty sure he's stopped breathing, feels dizzy and disoriented, can focus on nothing but Steve's lips forming words he must be imagining.

He nods again, doesn’t really know what he’s agreeing to because his brain is on complete shutdown now, incapable of processing any of the words he’s heard.

   “What about this?”

Before he realises what’s happening, he feels the smooth surface of a plastic spoon pushing against his bottom lip. Gently, almost as if asking for permission – not going further than that, just waiting for him to take what he’s being offered.

Eddie’s eyes fall shut when he wraps his lips around the spoonful of ice cream, savouring the tangy-fresh flavour of lemon or lime, he’s not sure.

When he opens his eyes again, he catches Steve looking at his lips, licking his own like he is the one that’s been offered a taste. Like maybe he’d want a taste. Of ice cream. Of Eddie’s lips?

   “Did you like that?”

Like?

    Huh.

What a weird way to describe this earth-shattering experience.

Like doesn’t even come close to what Eddie feels right now. It’s overwhelming, heart stopping, mind-blowing.

It’s-

    Oh, wait.

Steve’s not talking about-

    Oh, God.

   “Yeah, I- I like it. The, uh, the ice cream,” Eddie stutters, feels hot all over from the embarrassment of letting himself get lost in an illusion of Steve flirting with him. Of Steve asking if Eddie liked being spoon-fed by the man of his dreams.

    Fuck!

How he is able to come back from whatever insane idea had possessed him, will forever remain a mystery to him, but he finds his voice despite everything, straightens himself to bring some much needed distance between him and the other man.

    “A little too sour for my taste, though.”

Steve scrunches his nose, and it’s as dorky as it is adorable, which- doesn’t help at all to stop Eddie’s heart from drumming a happy-sappy beat at the sight, makes his stomach swoop the way it does on a roller coaster drop.

   “Should’ve guessed a guy like you likes it sweet.”

Sweet like Steve’s smile.

Sweet like Eddie imagines Steve’s lips must taste like.

Sweet like the kisses he’d place onto every inch of Steve’s caramel skin, if ever given the chance.

   “Caramel!” Steve exclaims like he’s just heard Eddie’s thoughts aloud, “That’s your flavour.”

Without asking if he’s right, Steve takes his scooper out from the pouch hanging from his hip, twirls it around in his hand – show-off! – and drags it through the tub of creamy goodness to his left.

Eddie doesn’t protest, can’t take his eyes off the large, veiny hand wrapped around the metal spoon. The hand he’d give everything to see wrapped around something else. It's not his fault; he’s not in control of his thoughts. Can’t stop his dirty mind from filing every single movement of Steve’s working hands for later use because if that is all he’ll ever get, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest.

   “Try it. I know you’ll love it.”

Steve offers him the cone topped with a giant scoop of the toffee treat, looking at him expectantly with his brows raised high and a teasing glint in his eyes.

And you see, Eddie would never claim he’s the smartest person he knows. He’s definitely a dreamer and bad at reading social cues sometimes, but despite all that, there is just no way he’s imagining this.

Steve is flirting with him.

Has been flirting with him all this time.

Maybe it’s time to give something back.

Eddie brings the ice cream closer to his mouth and starts to lick. Draws it out by turning the cone in his hand, twirls his tongue around once, twice, in a way he hopes doesn’t make him look like a lapping dog, but comes off as seductive as it feels.

Rich caramel bursts on his taste buds and Eddie moans a little louder than necessary around the melting mouthful of flavour. It must sound obscene to the ears of any innocent bystander but he doesn’t care. Puts on a show for Steve who hasn’t taken his eyes off him the entire time.

  “Mmm, fuck! That’s so good,” Eddie groans, watching Steve’s Adam’s apple bob when he swallows roughly at his words. “You really know how to satisfy your customers.”

Eddie isn't the best at flirting, he can admit that. But somehow Steve doesn't seem to mind, smiles even wider now that Eddie gave him something to work with.

   “Yeah?” Steve asks as he leans closer, elbows propped up on the counter that separates them, chin resting on his hands. Looking up at him through his long lashes, his hazel eyes suddenly darker than Eddie remembers them. “Love to hear that. Wanna know what else I know?”

His question throws Eddie off, because it’s not quite how he expected the other man to continue their little game. But it’s too late to turn back from what he started, and he’s curious, so he nods and waits for Steve to continue.

   “I know that you’ve been looking me up and down every day for the past three weeks from your little music store over there.” He points over Eddie’s shoulder to the glass front revealing an open view to the other side of the passage way between Scoops and the equally visible interior of the store.

Eddie gulps, feels caught, but Steve doesn’t give him a chance to come up with an excuse.

   “I know that you take your lunch break every day at the same time and I know that it lasts for another-“ he turns to look at the clock on the wall before locking eyes with Eddie again, “25 minutes. Mine starts in 5.”

Eddie will kiss Jeff on the mouth. Or, you know, maybe not – depending on whether this goes the way he thinks, hopes, Steve’s very unsubtle invitation might imply.

But he’ll thank him one way or another, for dragging him in here.

For being the best friend a stupid man with a stupid crush can have.

And if the caramel ice cream goes to waste, melting away in a soggy cone, forgotten on top of the staff’s bathroom sink- it doesn’t really matter.

Because Steve’s lips taste even sweeter.

[destinationtrekk]

domestic wesker headcanons (afab!reader)

a/n: i’m obsessed with the idea of him being vulnerable and finally trusting someone. I also did not mean for this to be so long LOL I might do a part two without smut nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

afab!reader, descriptions of choking, breeding, penetration, dacryphilia, finishing inside, probably more i’m missing, not beta read

masterlist

sfw:

After the whole ‘Spencer/Wesker Project debacle’ (as you had dubbed it in your head) ended, Albert opened up to you a lot….like surprisingly a lot.

you had noticed a lot on your own too though. the first being that he was a smoker

you could smell it faintly on his coat after a long day at the labs, and on his breath when he woke you to kiss you goodbye in the early mornings

you finally brought it up one day, casually asking if you should pick up a pack for him on the way back from running errands

you’ll never forget the way his face lit up red and how he sputtered like a fish out of water

he ignored you for a few hours, and then finally asked if it bothered you, avoiding your gaze

you laughed and told him you didn’t really mind, and over time you found out more

he was a chain smoker at the peak of Umbrella, right before they had perfected the T-virus (it was the ‘80s after all) but he had stopped when he joined the Army.

Then while he was in S.T.A.R.S. the stress of being a double, then triple agent got to him. He didn’t smoke nearly as much, but he couldn’t help a cig or two after a hard day

something else you’ve noticed is that he’s a perfect driver. You don’t think he even speeds, or rolls through stop signs when he’s in a hurry.

You think those are perfectly normal things, but he is very adamant that you should not be reckless in his nice cars, which, okay yeah

but he explains that he was mainly escorted during his Umbrella days, rarely having time or need to go somewhere alone until the end of it all

then he had been reprimanded for cruising a liiiittle too much in his S.T.A.R.S. cruiser, and that had been that

you do appreciate his driving when he’s taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks though

nsfw:

despite everyone thinking he’s a sadistic machine, I think he is very much the opposite

growing up women were the last thing on his scientific mind, and then he was much too busy for anything other than a one night stand every other now and then

now though, he comes home so tired he can barely keep his eyes open

It’s not like you two never sleep together. Quite the opposite in fact. Albert is a very generous lover, going as many rounds as you ask until he’s either too tired or you’re spent.

he’s got amazing stamina, even when he’s mentally drained. he prefers to take his time with you, making you finish at least once before he even touches himself

looooves to just grind against your pussy and get himself slick with your juices before he thrusts inside, adores the way his cockhead catches on your clit and how you twitch and gasp beneath him

he also loves to push in as slow as he can, making you feel every inch of him stretching your hole

this man whimpers! he moans and whines and pants in your ear like he’s been starved of touch and it turns you on just as much as his calloused hands do.

he doesn’t actually talk all that much, except to encourage you with that’s it, fuck, I’m close, let go, honey, or he’ll ask what you want him to do - unless he’s feeling fuck nasty (love that phrase)

sometimes he just needs a release, to expel all the pent up frustration, and you’re the perfect solution

he won’t even say hello when he gets home, just finds you and paws at your body like an animal until you tell him yes or no

if you say no, he respects you. completely, one hundred percent. you’re the most important thing in his life, and it’s not even enjoyable to him if you aren’t eager and willing

if you say yes though, he will be all over you. Clothes are flying off and somehow you’ve made it across the house into bed without his mouth leaving your lips and skin

he loves to take you face down when he’s like this, your ass in the air so he can lean over you and pin you down with his weight, groaning and panting in your ear while he fucks you so hard you can barely even make a sound

even when he’s tearing apart your insides, he still likes to intertwine your fingers where you’re gripping the sheets. he just covers it up as needing to hold you still

this is when he really talks, he actually won’t shut up, not that you’re complaining. he’s telling you how tight you are, how you squeeze him like a vice and he can barely pull out. the slick sounds of your hole are driving him crazy, he can’t wait to see your pretty tears when you cum around him, love your sweet wet little hole, pet

sometimes he likes to be rough, pulling your hair, wrapping his long thick fingers around your throat to tug you up into a sloppy kiss, gripping your hips and waist in a bruising hold, so tight you can’t even meet his pounding thrusts

always asks to finish inside you. he’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out

surprisingly good at aftercare, cleans you up and holds you until you decide to get up or eventually just fall asleep on top of him. he secretly loves this part just as much as the sex, but he won’t admit it

but that’s a whole other post

[trulyumai]

Being Away From Thou

Pairing: Messmer x Reader

Request: hiii! could i request maybe protective messmer or like someone went too far with his wife? Love ur works have a grt day!!

Warnings: Blood, Violence

Synopsis: While Messmer is away, an intruder invades his keep.

A/N: Hello everyone! I apologize for no updates last week, I was so sick, but my updates shall be coming regularly now. Thank you so much for the support, comments, re-blogs!

Enjoy!

The woodlands burned with fervor and ashen contempt. On and on, Messmers flames bit against the wind, carrying it further and more desperately towards civilization; towards innocent people led by the golden vows. 

The man himself did nothing but watch as the orange twists of flame embedded itself against his orbs, made home in the reddened iris’. 

With a slumped form the man held a crease between his brow. It was getting late, he couldn’t imagine how worried his little wife would be. 

So, with long pale fingers wrapped around his dutiful spear, he followed the muddy roads home. 

His back lit up against the blinking sky; the stars were swallowed whole with blackened ash and gray bubbles of smoke.

Fall was coming to an end and the cold weather made his legs stiff. It was much harder to leave a bed nestled in furs— with his darling girl molded against his form shivering pathetically. 

His arms would lay about her waist, rubbing soothingly to ease out each shiver that was let out. 

He could imagine now— her little frame draping across his. 

So soft, so desperate, so—

“Gods.” He cursed. 

His devotion held no bounds, even miles away the red knight could be so enamored with her. 

To want her. 

To need her. 

Messmer picked up his pace, it was getting too uncomfortable being so far away from such a woman. 

His woman. 

-

The girl hummed, her fingers found themselves busy amongst the kitchen. 

She chopped, she seasoned, she boiled. 

Lost in her tune, the weather was ceaselessly beating against the window pane. Droplets of water cascaded down upon the glass, blocking her line of sight towards the back of the house. 

Dusting her fingers across the cooked meat she tusked. 

“Not yet,” with a quick move of the hand the meat was placed back upon the rack; cooking slowly across the stove. 

All of a sudden, a bang sounded. It echoed through the little house and made the girl drop a wooden bowl that laid upon her delicate hands. 

Letting out a shriek the bowl rolled past her ankle, bumping into the lower cabinets where it splayed carelessly out. 

“H-hello?” She breathed quick— too nervous to let out a deep and guttural one. 

Turning towards the living space she was met with silence. The fire had burnt out, little sizzles could be heard from its desperate attempt to stay lit. 

The rain pelted against the walls— loud and harsh. 

Gulping, she made sure the bolt upon the door was in place, remembering Messmers words before his departure. 

“The door, darling. You mustn’t forget the latch. Double, triple check its placement upon the—“

She did nothing but stare up at him with lost, scared eyes. 

She hated to see him leave, especially so soon after his last mission. Little hands gripped harder onto the man’s forearm, nearly doubling the size and width of her own. 

“Wife,” the knight chastised.

“Is thou even listening?” 

“Yes,” her eyes rolled back playfully. 

“Check the door. I heard you, dear husband.” 

Two fingers found their way below her chin, tilting it upwards with a careful pressure. 

“I will be back in two days time, the capital has asked for reinforcements; thou will remain here. Safe.” His nails traced across her jawline, a shiver ran across the girl's spine. 

“I’ll miss you,” leaning into the man’s embrace she allowed her eyes to close. Her lashes fluttered with how warm the man’s palm laid. 

Messmer chuckled, it was deep— comforting. 

“I know, sweet girl.” Ignoring how the strings of his heart pulled at such an image, he removed his hand. 

If he stayed any longer— there would be no going to the useless capital. His mother would have his head, surely.

He could have said how much he’d miss her, how he loathes to leave her presence. 

Mention that he needed to kiss her frame every couple minutes or an itch would invade his mind. 

But he didn’t. 

He simply turned away, faced towards the erdflowers displayed upon their walkway. 

“Lock the door.” His armor clattered with each step he took, swaying with good measure. Not tearing her eyes off the tall knight she smiled.

“I love you!” She called out 

The man’s steps faltered. His head dipped with shame before he decided to look over one last time. 

“And I you,” turning his head one yellow iris glanced upon her form, before disappearing into the trees. 

- 

That was two nights ago. She had been so anxious waiting, it nearly slipped her mind. 

She found little jobs here and there to occupy the time. 

Clean the floors, dust the walkway, water the plants that littered about the garden. 

Her hands kept busy so her mind could rest. It hadn’t even occurred that Messmer was late. 

Backing up from the door, her back bumped into an object- a person? 

Dirtied hands rose to cover her mouth, a muffled cry pressed against the trespasser. 

“Shhh, shh girl.” The man bent down, saffron colored teeth grazed her ear and the smell of something rotten hit her senses. 

“The man of the keep. Where is he?” The voice was gruff, she tried to place it- to remember who could hold such a hostile tone but nothing came. Her form shook as the grip tightened around her face, squeezing at her cheeks. After nothing but silence, one hand came around to press itself onto her stomach. 

“Oi love, don’t make me hurt you,” the barbarian teased, his lips still on the shell of her ear. 

“Mmmh- mm!”

“What was- oh… my apologies lovely,” laughing to himself the hand was removed from the womans mouth, a gasp of air was taken almost immediately. 

“He's, he’s not here.” Grabbing at her cheeks she rubbed them, soothingly trying to ease the sore red spots easing their way onto her skin. 

“You're lying.” He spat, already flexing his other hand that leered against the wall. 

“I'm not!”

The hand tightened around her stomach, with an unexpected shove the girl crashed onto the wood beneath her. Skin blisters around each knee in response, and her chin bled lightly against the scratchy surface.

The barbarian lay on top of her now, with an arm holding each of hers. The other hand began flexing in the hair of her head, pulling it back with a smug grin. 

“Lie again.”

Scowling against the pressure her eyes squeezed shut. 

Think, think, think!

Don't let him take you, don't let him- 

A jingle rang out. All heads snapped towards the front door, where the knob jiggled and wobbled against a strength. 

Not liking the newfound company, the tyrant stood quick, and with a pull began to drag the woman towards the back garden.

Blood from her chin seeped out imminently, it left a trail of maroon to be displayed against the surrounding brown.

“Stop!” Her nails dug into the ground, cracking against the material roughly. 

“Shut it!” Tugging harder he kicked the woman who began to resist, she cried out in response.

Loud, too loud.

The man glanced up, his eyes widened with fear and static crawled up his legs and arms. 

The lock lay busted, hanging on by a thread. It swung loudly, creaked with each shift it took. 

Reddened armor bursted across his vision, and he noticed, with much disappointment, that the man of the keep was a knight. 

The Flame Knight. 

“I-I,

“An intruder?” Messmer questioned, although it sounded more so like a statement.  His head tilted slightly towards the opposing man's direction. His gaze lowered, to see his little woman stare back at him. 

The blood was noticed first, then the marks. 

Until finally, his eyes squinted at the filthy hands lying about her like a casual occurrence. 

Messmers hands gripped tightly upon his spear, until blue veins popped out in rage, until the jagged metal dug into his skin. 

“Wife,” The flame called out. 

The girl in response looked upon him, shame embedded into her features. 

“Look away.”

And so she did. Her arms covered her ears pathetically to drown out the screaming, the crying that only seemed to get louder with each gushing blow. 

She heard the blood hit the ground, like spilling a mug of honeydew, it was heavy, unpleasant. 

Until finally, silence. 

It was only moments later that a light touch skirted across her back. Craning her head up, she saw her husband; on his knees in front of her. He looked angry, hateful even.  

Her bottom lip wobbled as tears spewed from her lashes, lazily adorning her cheeks and plopping onto her already ruined nightgown. 

The knight did not hesitate to lean over and grab her, shoving the woman onto his lap carefully before bumping his nose on her neck. 

Inhaling, the man could once again feel himself coming down for the second time that night. The anger slowly dissipated with each breath of honey and flowers that clung to his wifes skin.

“Welcome home, my love,” she whispered, voice weak and tired from the prior endeavors. Already she wanted bed, to rest until her husband kissed each bruise away. 

Messmer hummed and stood with the smaller woman in his grasp, already on his way to rest for the night. 

Not bothering to step over the body littering his living room his boot collided with a limb, it squelched with the action. 

With now bloody strides, Messmer took his time up the stairs, with each step closer to the bedroom his head ducked down, laying a kiss upon the girl's forehead. 

Already, she began to forget about the trespasser, the blood that lay staining the floorboards. 

For each kiss was so warm- so loving, it was hard to think of anything else.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Nothing To Prove ~ LF

WORD COUNT:3.4K

GENRE: idol au, reading pushing herself too much, angst with a soft ending, mentions of hate, rude comments toward reading being a little older than felix,

PAIRING: Felix Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

Your life had become a revolving door of some sort, no matter what you just kept spinning and spinning around in the same thing over and over again. Every day started and ended the same way, it was as if you were a sim and someone was playing the most boring game that they could think of with you. And you loved your idol life, you loved that you were getting to do what you loved for a living but when your days were blurring together as one big mess and you were constantly doing the same thing it was getting exhausting.

Sighing to yourself you rolled over in your bed, picking up your phone and looking at the comments of your latest TikTok video you'd done. It was one with your boyfriend - Felix - and it was safe to say it was blowing up online but you weren't even bothered by that. You instantly went to the comments, as you did every time you and Felix filmed a video together. As usual, you looked through the comments and ignored the positives only seeing the negatives that were displayed for you.

It was like they were the only ones that stood out to you as if someone had highlighted them for you to see specifically and beat yourself up over them again and again.

User9800078: Why does she think she's better than all of us just because she gets to film with him?

Chanslefttoenail: I think she's using him for views, maybe they're only dating so she can get popular. Let's face it, she can't dance or sing.

JumboMeatyboy: She sucks. Why does JYPE even have her?!

YourmumsSkzoo: Isn't she too old for him? He's basically a baby and she's taking advantage of him.

None of them thought you were "too old" for him when they were shipping you together for the last year or so, the two of you had been together for two years and it was finally revealed a few months ago which had led to this whole ordeal with fans. Some of them accused you of using Felix while others were being downright mean about the age gap between you, despite it not even being that high of a gap. You knew people in worse age-gap relationships than you two yet none of that seemed to register anymore, you only seemed to agree with the haters and beat yourself up about everything. Somewhere along the lines, you'd decided that you were going to prove them all wrong, pushing yourself more and more every day to try and be better so they'd have something else to talk about. Trying to be a better girlfriend to Felix, playing the part of a dotting girlfriend and doing everything you could to gain their approval.

You figured if you trained harder and did more lives they'd realise how much you were trying, how important that this was to you and that you weren't using Felix in the slightest. So you took in a deep breath, shoved your phone into your pocket and made your way through your dorm to go and make some food for Felix.

It had become a slight routine for you now, every morning you'd get up and make some food for Felix and bring it to him at work, that was something good girlfriends did, right? You missed him a lot and making him food every day made you feel closer to him even when you couldn't be together. The two of you were dating but that didn't mean you got to live together like most couples, you were still an up-and-coming artist at JYP which meant you had to work triple the amount of Felix but you still wanted to see him and bring him things to make his day better.

"She looks like she'll give up at any minute, she's too old to do any of this now. Who even wanted her to be an idol?!"

"I heard she's with Felix to gain popularity, as soon as her second album drops I bet they break up. She's basically using him for views because she'll never get them on her own."

Words of people floated around in your head as you walked the halls of the JYP building toward your studio, it was dead when it was this early in the morning. Not many people wanted to come to work at 5 am but it wasn't as if you had much of a choice, you'd made yourself a schedule and you were sticking to it.

"Yn? You okay?" You jumped a little in surprise, snapping out of your daydream when you heard someone shouting your name, a hand touching your shoulder softly as you turned to see Chan smiling down at you.

Besides Felix, Chan had been one of the first people you'd made friends with when you joined JYP and you were quite close with one another in the sense that he was like a brother to you.

"I've been shouting your name for a while, I thought we could walk together..." Chan eyed you up as he stood by your side, you'd been acting off for a few weeks now and it was beginning to worry him and Felix.

"Sorry, I'm a million miles away," You laughed softly trying to play off the fact you hadn't heard him, you'd been so in your head and tired that you'd blanked everything out but Chan saw straight through it. He recognised the look you had on your face, the dullness in your eyes and he knew you'd barely slept and were overthinking something.

He was the leader of seven boys, and he knew that look better than anyone else you'd probably been reading too much of your comments section,

"Weren't you in rather late last night? Your manager should have given you the morning off." After extensive meetings with a few higher-ups Chan and a group of idols had managed to get it into the board members' heads that regular breaks were great instead of overworking their workers. The two of you began to walk down the hallway together and you prayed you could hold off this conversation before disappearing,

"I could say the same for you." You teased, trying to push off the conversation piece and get on with your day but Chan was like a dog with a bone. He could tell there was something biting away at you and he wasn't going to stop until he got to the bottom of it.

"I can't sleep, what's your excuse?" He stopped at your door and you opened it with your pin, reaching into your bag and getting out your schedule for the day that you'd made yourself checking to make sure you were on time for what you had planned.

"I have a comeback to prepare for. I'm not good enough yet," You told him before going into the room and locking it so that he could no longer pester you.

You knew Chan was only looking out for you but right now you didn't need that, you needed to practice, practice practice if you were ever going to make this comeback worthy of people's time.

She can't dance, she can't sing. She's basically there as a token girl so JYP could be the first to have an up-and-coming star from abroad.

 The words grew louder as you dropped your bag in the corner of the room and made your way over to the computer. There was going to be one way to drown them out and that was by blasting your song through the giant speakers on the wall and dancing your way out of your own head. 

Chan stood on the opposite side of the door until he heard your song playing and he shook his head, he needed to let Felix know what was going on with you. 

"Hey! I missed you this morning," Felix whined as you walked over to the canteen table where he was sitting, you smiled warmly at him and swallowed the lump that was in your throat. You needed to try and play it off as normal, you were supposed to have breakfast at 7 am in the canteen with him but you'd been doing vocal practice on your own and you'd run over on your time.

"Sorry, I had extra practice this morning and then some vocal training." It was a blatant lie, all of your training had finished two weeks ago but you were still in your studio every single day trying to hit the notes perfectly so that no one had a bad thing to say about you. 

"It's okay, tonight we can go out for food. Hyunjin found a really nice cafe-" Felix tried to talk but you were quick to cut him off with another excuse.

"I can't tonight, I promised to do a live stream," It was true, you'd put on Twitter that you'd be doing a dancing stream and people seemed excited about it. Felix eyed you up and looked over at Minho who could see straight through you as well, it was obvious that you were overworking yourself and after his talk with Chan that morning he was getting more and more worried.

For weeks now he'd been trying to get you to relax with him, taking you out more and offering you to stay at the dorms but you were shooting down all of his ideas and leaving him in the dark on it this time he wasn't going to let you off on it.

"You've been dancing all morning though, maybe you need to have a break." He reached his hand out and rubbed your arm softly but you stepped away from his touch, shrugging him off and shaking your head.

You were sick and tired of people telling you what you needed to do and not do when all you wanted was to get this routine done and perfect.

"I didn't come here to be told what to do." You snapped out, earning a stare from Minho who seemed shocked to hear you snap. It wasn't like you at all, you rarely got angry at anyone even when Seungmin stole your last slice of birthday cake.

"Yn, he's just looking out for you." Minho tried to defend Felxi who was still staring at you completely taken aback by the way you'd angrily spoken to him.

"I don't need anyone looking out for me, I'm fine." You bit out, dropping the lunch box onto the table in a huff, shaking your head as you turned to leave the table.

"Babe! You need to have lunch!" Felix called out, not caring about the way people were staring in his direction, all of them witnessing the small "fight" the two of you just had.

"I'll eat in the studio. I'll see you tomorrow." You shot him down by walking away and Felix sighed, how was he supposed to get you to relax when you were shutting him out every chance you got.

"What did she make for you?" Minho nodded at the lunch box and Felix sighed shaking his head, he hated that you weren't feeding yourself and instead choosing to go out of your way to feed him. He lifted the lid open and froze in place, 

"I think we need to talk to someone about her..." He admitted, turning the box to face Minho as four slices of bread lay in the box with nothing else on them. Clearly, you'd been too tired to even realise what you were doing while making the food for him,

"One last one and I think we'll call it a day," You breathed out heavily with a laugh as you looked into the phone camera that was aimed at you. You'd been dancing for the last two hours live and your fans were loving every second of it, though, of course, you'd been more focused on the hate comments that claimed you weren't working hard enough on the dances.

"Which do you guys want to see?" Your eyes went across the comments as you read them through as if you were some kind of circus monkeys for them to poke and do whatever they wanted you to.

"Catch me by WJSN." You whispered before finding the song on your phone and getting the song ready, you'd done the choreography before and the lift was easy enough for you to do that you felt pretty confident. It had been your audition song so it was no wonder people were excited to see you performing it again for them. 

As the song played you focused on dancing but comments you'd seen were playing over and over in your head.

She dancing to other groups so we'll spread them around and get more views.

Anything for attention

Is she wearing a skirt for more clicks from guys? What a slut.

You heard the crack before you felt it and you hit the floor with a thud, your whole head spinning as you stared up at the ceiling, you'd been about to do the flip was all you remembered as you lay there. A low pounding in your head as you whimpered a little, completely forgetting the camera that was trained on you. Shakey breaths left your throat as you lay there completely still, scared to move as the world around you began to grow quieter. The words inside of your head finally dull down and drown away as you just let yourself relax for the first time in weeks.

"Yn!?" The door crashed open, the hinges flying somewhere in the room as Felix rushed over to you. He'd been watching the Live from his studio with the boys when they saw it all happen. They'd been trying to get the door open for two minutes now, all while keeping an eye on you through the live to make sure you hadn't passed out yet,

"I'll cut the live." Minho called out as he ran for your phone, the live cutting as you shook your head, sitting up. Everything came crashing back to you as you realised what you were supposed to be doing, there was no time to sit on the floor and rest when you had something to prove to everyone.

"N-No! No, I need to keep going," You yelled out, attempting to move but Felix had his hands on your shoulders refusing to let you go, staring at you as he shook his head. It was as if you didn't even feel your leg pain which worried him more as he waited for Changbin and Seungmin to come back with the first aiders on sight, Chan was already calling an ambulance.

"Your leg is broken, you're not moving and you might even have a concussion," Felix couldn't help the shake in his voice as he let out a worried whimper, he should have come to get you after lunch and refused to let you do anything else for the rest of the day. 

"I need to keep going, they need to see I can do this, that I'm good at what I do." You whispered, your head starting to spin as you held onto Felix trying to steady yourself a little.

"Yn, you don't need to prove yourself to anyone." He whispered as you stared back at him, at least the one that you thought was him since there were three of him staring back at you right now.

"I'm...I'm tired," You finally admitted, your eyes getting far too heavy for you to keep open anymore,

"Don't. Don't sleep. Baby, you need to stay awake until the paramedics get here," Felix's voice was getting further and further away as your eyes shut and you could no longer hear anything going on around you.

Beeping. That was all you heard as you let out a low grunt rolling over in search of your phone but you couldn't find it, your eyes slowly peeled open to see that you weren't even in your bedroom.

"Don't move, I'll call for the nurse." A voice spoke from the left of your bed, you slowly turned over with a whimper and stared at Felix who looked worried sick and you took in the appearance of the room. 

"What happened?" You slowly sat up in the bed, hissing as you felt something sharp in your arm and you stared down at the IV that was pumping fluids into you.

"You broke your leg and not to mention you've been working yourself to the point of exhaustion," Felix whined, moving closer to the bed and holding your hand in his, you stared down at your leg that was in a cast. Worries began to fill your mind as you wondered how you were going to do your comeback with a cast attached to your leg. You still had parts to film for your music video and there was no way you could dance with your cast like this.

"How am I going to perform? My comeback is in less than a month." Felix knew you were going to react like this which was why he'd already made sure you weren't going to worry about work for a while.

"They've postponed it, given the circumstances-" He tried to speak but your head shot around to him and you shook your head,

"No...No, Felix, I have to do-" Felix smirked as he cut you off this time, 

"You're doing nothing but rest." He ordered, his authoritative tone taking you back a little as you stared at him.

"You've taken time off and so have I, we're not going to do anything until you're rested up." He smiled weakly as he noticed you pouting a little.

"Easy for you to say when you're already great at what you do." You mumbled it under your breath but Felix caught it and got into the bed beside you, squeezing your hands a little.

"So are you, Yn you're fantastic at everything you do...Whoever said you did is wrong and jealous." You sniffled a little looking at him,

"I saw your comment section, you're banned from looking at them now," He told you as he snuggled closer to you, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as you cuddled into him.

"Lix...They hate me,"

"They don't hate you, they're jealous that you get to do what they want." He hated that you'd been dealing with this all alone, he should have known that you were looking at the hate it was something he used to do a lot too. 

"I-" The tears you'd been holding back finally let go and it was like someone had set the dam free and you couldn't stop sobbing into his shoulder.

"I've got you. No one is ever going to hurt you while I'm here," He rubbed your back softly letting you let everything out that you'd been holding back. 

After a lot of convincing Felix had gotten you to stay at the dorms with him on your break and it had made the world of difference to you. You seemed much happier after resting for the last two months, as much as you hated having to postpone your comeback people had seemed understanding about it from what you'd been allowed to see.

Your comment sections were monitored a lot closer by your team and you weren't allowed to look at it a lot or for too long.

"You're back next week, are you getting excited?" Felix chuckled as you danced around the dorm, you'd gotten your cast off last week but you still had a little time off.

"I am, but I'm going to miss hanging out with you all the time." You pouted before plopping yourself down on the sofa beside him and cuddling into him,

"But we'll make time for each other, remember the plan?" The plan he was referring to was that the two of you were taking two days out of the week to spend time alone doing absolutely nothing, or going out to dinner. But you were making time for one another and that was the most important part to all of this. 

"I do, we should go and try that seaweed soup place. We can take innie," You whispered as the two of you began to plan what you were both going to do for the rest of your time off. You felt unstoppable with him by your side now.

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That Dam attitude

Jey Uso × black!reader

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Suggestive content

Violence, I guess? (don't thump your partners with ores)

Translation: Thixo=God

~A.N: This is me, entering the Bloodline community with a little love for Jey (I need Triple H to stop playing with him and give him a title opportunity) while working on that little Roman AU. Hope you like it. Enjoy. ❤️

30 minutes. That's how long Josh had been sitting on the other side of their shared kayak pouting like a 5 year old. Arms folded, lips pressed, eyebrows furrowed-the whole package. All because he much rather would've stayed back at their booked villa fucking instead of actually adding some adventure to their vacation.

And Siya, was frankly tired of it. "Not you still sitting over there pouting and shit," she commented with an annoyed look on her face.

Looking equally vexed, he replied, "Not you got us in the middle of the fucking ocean at 8 am on vacation," to which Siya rolled her eyes.

"First of all, dumbass it's a dam. Second of all, I did not come all the way out here to fuck, sleep, eat and repeat, I came out here to have fun and relax," she said. The fact that they were in Cape Town where there was so much to see and do (for Josh anyway since Siya had been there plenty of times as a child) and all he wanted to do was move like a damn Neanderthal amazed her. Fucking men.

"Oh, and praytell Siya, which part of any of this is fun or relaxing?" he asked incredulously, gesturing at the kayak. "And I want you to think very carefully about your answer because if you tell me some bullshit about connecting with nature, I will flip this bitch over and we gon' swim back to the dock," he warned.

At this, Siya's eyes narrowed. There was no way this man was serious. "So you, Joshua Fatu, mean to tell me that you would trade in all of this natural beauty and peace for sex? Is that what you're saying to me right now?" They were on a kayak on the Waterfront dam with a perfect view of the Table mountain and the overall serene vibe of one of the most beautiful cities in Africa. And this man wanted to trade that in for some pussy? Bomb pussy, that is but semantics.

He smirked. "Ey ma, let's just say I'd prefer to be knee-deep different type of natural beauty, know what I'm sayin'?" he said, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Usually she'd find this funny and fold like a pretzel, but this time around her pussy was sore from all the work he'd been putting in since they landed 2 days prior, she was already running out of thongs since he kept tearing them off her (with the promise to buy her ne ones of course) and frankly, she was starting to miss being able to walk without holding onto something for support. As a matter of fact, part of her had actually considered having him admitted into a rehab because his addiction to her cooch was on its way to paralyzing her from the waist down.

"You need help. Professional help," she snarked, pointing her acrylic decorated nail at him, making him chuckle.

"Girl you better stop acting like you don't like creaming on this shit," he laughed, right as an older white couple rowed by. They looked aghast, as though they'd heard his comment, which mortified Siya.

"Joshua!" she scolded before apologizing profusely to the other couple, who continued clutching their pearls while they did their best to get as far away as possible from the younger pair. She shot Josh a deadpan look, one he responded to with an innocent shrug.

"Look babygirl, ain't my fault white folk can't mind their business," he said defensively.

Siya lifted her ore and gently thumped him on the head with it, making him hiss. "No, but your big ass mouth yelling our business for the whole fucking continent to hear is your fault. No home training, I swear," she complained as she continued to row.

Still rubbing his head and trying to row with one hand, he frowned. "Oh but when you're the one hollering at the top of your lungs for me to fuck you like a little slut while doin' tricks on the dick, might I add, it's all good?" Josh retorted, to the horror of another older couple rowing by.

"Thixo," Siya heard the older woman gasp. She sent the lady an apologetic smile and let out a string of "sorries" in Xhosa, before turning to glare at Josh again.

"The fuck all these old people doing out here so early anyway?" he exclaimed, albeit, quietly. "This is a sign if you ask me."

Siya was seething. "Fuck, you," she hissed with a deadly glare to match.

"Tuh, I wish you would," Josh replied, earning another, this time less gentle, thump to the side of his head. He raised his eyebrows, challenging his girlfriend to do it again. "Girl, you better stop playing with me, 'else it won't be no discussion."

Another thump.

"Siya," he warned, mildly irritated.

Usually she would stop but this time she was annoyed by his prior antics. "Joshua," she mocked him, moving to deal another thumped, only for him to grab her ore.

His face was set in stone. He definitely wasn't playing anymore. "Stop it," he commanded.

Siya however, was not moved in the slightest. "Or what?" she challenged.

He leaned closer to her, careful not to tip the kayak over as no one was rowing at the moment. "Keep fucking around and you gon' find out real soon," he growled.

Siya kissed her teeth defiantly. "You ain't gon' do shit."

Josh chuckled darkly as he sat back up straight. This girl was clearly dead set on testing his patience and she was gonna reap what she sowed. She didn't know it yet, (or maybe she did) but as soon as they got back to that villa he was gonna put her back in her place and fix that damn attitude.

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𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤?

(request) Sebastian Vettel x Reader  The reader hasn’t seen Seb for A While™ and he notices something different “I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.

It was at the beginning of the triple header when it happened. Sebastian had only just gotten to his hotel room when he sent you a text that had distracted you from the knife you were using to make dinner. It only took a few seconds of distraction for the knife to slip from its place in your hand and fall towards the floor, the tip of the blade grazing your uncovered thigh none too gently. 

It wasn’t a horrible cut, but there was quite a bit of blood welling up. The length of the cut also wasn’t too bad, though there would definitely be a scar when it healed. Later when you looked back at the incident, you would find amusement at the fact that the pain had not gained your attention until after you heard the knife clatter on the tiles of your kitchen. 

Cursing under your breath, you picked up the knife and placed it in the sink before making your way to grab what you needed from the first aid kit. You cleaned the cut and put a bandaid over the top just to stop the bleeding for now. 

Finishing up your dinner, you sat down answering Sebastian's text and completely forgot about the cut. 

You were sitting on the couch, texting your family’s group chat when you heard the front door unlock and open. You smiled to yourself as you knew that the only other person who had keys was Sebastian, which meant that he was finally home from the triple header. 

“Liebe, I’m home!” 

“In the living room My Love!” 

You waited eagerly for Sebastian to walk into the room. You had missed him incredibly these last three weeks. It felt like so much time had passed and you just could help the excitement at seeing your partner after so long. 

Sebastian finally made his way to you, picking up your legs and laying them across his lap once he sat down on the couch. Your favourite thing about Sebastian, without fail, was that he did things for you without any sort of prompting. As soon as your legs had settled over his lap he immediately started massaging your feet. 

You spent a good few hours just talking to each other, catching up on whatever you had missed from your almost daily facetime calls. You praised him for racing well and, ever the humble man, he blushed and brushed it off as ‘just doing his job’. As you talked with each other, Sebastian’s hands went higher and higher up your legs, massaging the sore spots and gently caressing your skin. 

It was when he finally got to your thighs as you were rambling about your co-worker’s latest gossip, that he found himself freezing. You felt him stop moving immediately, which confused you greatly. 

“Darling? Are you alright?” you asked. 

“Schatz, I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.” This confused you more. Scar? What scar did you- oh. Right, that scar. 

“Oh that, yeah that was a complete accident. I didn’t even mean for that to happen, it just sort of- did. It’s not that bad honestly, just needed to clean it, disinfect it and then cover it with a band-aid. It didn’t even hurt when it happened, which I think is kinda funny.” Part of you knew that you should’ve told Sebastian about it when it happened, but you had genuinely forgot that you had accidentally cut yourself, so now you were trying your best to downplay it so he didn’t worry. There was no point in trying, Sebastian would worry regardless. 

“What happened? When did it happen and why wasn’t I told?” Sebastian ‘The Worrywart’ Vettel ladies and gentlemen. 

“Uhh I’m pretty sure it was the first night you left. I was making dinner and you texted me saying that you got to the hotel. I got distracted and the knife slipped but like I said it wasn’t bad. It’s basically all healed up now so you don’t have to worry.” You didn’t know why you kept trying to tell him not to worry as if he would listen. He wouldn’t. 

“I don’t care if it’s healed or not, I’m going to look after you so no more cuts mark your pretty skin.” 

Another thing you loved about Sebastian: he looked after you better than anyone.

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as always, I hope you enjoyed. likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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SWEETHEART (3/?)

POSTED ON AO3 chapter one is here

Synposis: Shawn Michaels is a legend. A Hall of Famer. A respected veteran in the wrestling industry. He’s also one breath away from a full-blown breakdown. Because somehow, despite his best efforts, he’s found himself entangled with the worst possible problem: you. You, the young, smug, utterly relentless female wrestler who has made it your personal mission to ruin his peace. Shawn knows this is a bad idea. And yet— He can’t stop.

Chapter Synposis: Shawn Michaels is currently regretting having ever encouraged your behaviour towards him but realises he's in too deep when your 'friendly' conversation with Seth sets him off.

Ships: Shawn Michaels / Bratty!Reader, Stephenie McMahon/ Triple H

Content Warnings: Female!reader, bratting/brat taming, having sex in a risky location and almost getting caught, age gap relationship (older man/younger woman), no beta we die like men

You were a woman in a mission. Pity that by the time you barely make it down the hallway, Rhea Ripley steps into your path, arms crossed, expression lined with amusement. 

“You want to tell me about last night?” 

You grinned, crossing your arms, “I don’t know what you are talking about...” 

Rhea exhales through her nose, fighting a smirk. “Bullshit. He’s been a goddamn wreck. Can barely look anyone in the eye. And every time he does look at you, he looks like he’s either gonna pass out or throw you over the nearest table.” 

Your smirk deepens. “Interesting.” 

“Yeah, real interesting,” Rhea deadpans, eyes flicking over you like she’s analyzing a puzzle. “So, what, you got him twisted up over you now?” 

You stretch your arms above your head, exuding nonchalance. “Who’s to say?” 

Rhea watches you for a beat before shaking her head, grinning. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” 

You tapped a finger to your chin, stepping away and beginning to walk down the all but Rhea followed. 

“What can I say, Rhea?” You said, “Childhood dreams come true...” 

Rhea didn’t miss that and tilted her head, “Your childhood dream was to mess with Shawn Michaels?” 

You lean against the wall, giving her an exaggeratedly wistful sigh. “When I was a kid, I told everyone I was gonna marry Shawn Michaels.” 

That earns you a full-blown laugh.  

Like a FULL laugh as if you said something funny. When Rhea looked back at you, you furrowed her brows. 

“Oh shit, you’re being serious?” 

“Since I was a kid. I studied everything about him. Every match, every promo, every little detail. I used to sit there, rewinding tapes over and over, breaking down how he moved, how he worked the crowd. It wasn’t just a crush. It was dedication.” 

Rhea raises a brow, “Damn. That’s next level.” 

You continue, unwavering. “At first, I wanted to be him. To wrestle like him, to be that damn good. But that never meant I didn’t want him, too. And now?” You tilt your head, smirking. “I still want both.” 

Rhea shakes her head in disbelief, but there’s something almost impressed in her expression. “So, you’re telling me… your entire life’s plan has been marrying Shawn Michaels and be the best damn women’s wrestler of all time?” 

“Exactly.”  

She watches you for a long moment, then laughs again, shaking her head. “You know, I don’t even know if I should be worried for you or for him.” 

“That’s his problem.” 

“You’re insane.” 

You push off the wall, stretching. “And yet, here you are, following me around.” 

“Watching this slow-motion trainwreck is the highlight of my day,” Rhea shrugged. 

You chuckled “Glad I can provide entertainment.” 

Rhea watches you for a second longer before smirking. “But I gotta ask… if little you could see you now, what would she think?” 

You don’t even hesitate.  

“She’d be proud as hell.” 

Shawn Michaels is still thinking about last night.  

He spends almost every hour trying to rationalise the events of the previous night. He repeats to himself that it didn’t mean anything He convinces himself that he maintains control over the situation, over his own actions. That he can simply compartmentalize what happened, act as though nothing has shifted between you. 

He is lying to himself. And not very convincingly. 

The truth is, Shawn Michaels can still feel it. The heat of your skin, the way your breath ghosted over his neck, the way you looked at him like you knew. Every time he sees you today, every glance, every smirk, every casual brush past him in the hallway, you remind him. You don’t even have to say a word. It’s there, in the way you hold yourself, in the way you tilt your head when you catch his eye, in the way your lips twitch just slightly, like you’re daring him to crack first. 

And right now, in catering, he is losing his mind.  

Seth Rollins is laughing, loud, genuine, and completely unbothered you’re leaning just a little too close to him. It’s harmless. You’re just talking, just enjoying the conversation, but from the corner of the room, Shawn Michaels is watching. 

He doesn’t know why but this bothers him so much.  

You know he’s there. You feel his gaze, 

You don’t acknowledge it though. You just enjoy your conversation with Seth. Tilting your head when Seth says something particularly funny, letting your laughter spill over.  

It makes Shawn’s jaw tighten.  

Seth is completely oblivious to what is going on.  

“Nah, but for real, I swear, that dude has no idea what he’s doing in the ring. I had to literally grab him by the wrist and—” 

You hum thoughtfully, lips quirking as you rest a hand against Seth’s arm. Just for a second. Just long enough. 

That’s all it takes. 

A chair scrapes against the floor. Loud. Abrupt. Enough to make a few heads turn. 

You don’t need to look to know who it is. 

Seth, in the middle of his story, barely has time to register the shift in atmosphere before Shawn is right there, standing over the table, his expression carefully neutral—but his body? Tense. His arms are crossed, his stance wide, shoulders squared like he’s about to cut a promo right then and there. 

“Rollins.” Shawn nods, his voice clipped. “Didn’t know you were such a comedian.” 

Seth blinks. “Uh—yeah, man, just talking shop.” 

Shawn’s gaze flickers to you for half a second before returning to Seth. “That right?” 

Seth, still completely unaware of the landmine he’s standing on, just nods. “Yeah. Just having a conversation.” 

Shawn lets out a slow, humorless chuckle. “Funny. Looked like something else.” 

Now Seth is catching on. His brows knit slightly, and he glances between you and Shawn like he’s just realized he walked into something he wasn’t supposed to. 

You, meanwhile, barely hold back your smirk. 

“Relax, Shawn,” you say smoothly, tilting your head, voice sweet. Too sweet. “We were just talking.” 

Shawn’s eyes cut to you again, but this time, they stay. 

“You always talk like that?” His voice is lower now, rougher. 

You feign innocence. “Like what?” 

His nostrils flare. “Like that.” 

Seth lets out a nervous laugh, pushing back from the table. “Yeah, uh—I think I’m gonna go grab a drink. Let you two… whatever this is.” 

Smart man. 

Seth doesn’t even get a full step away before Shawn moves. 

It’s fast. Intentional. One second, you’re sitting there, amused, smug, pushing just a little too far, and then suddenly, Shawn’s hand wraps around your wrist. 

Not rough. Not forceful. But firm. 

And then he’s pulling you up. 

You don’t resist. You don’t want to resist. 

There’s something thrilling about it, the sheer force of his presence, the way his grip tightens slightly, the way his breath is coming shallow as he drags you past the catering area, past the curious glances of onlookers who notice the tension. 

“Sweetheart,” you tease, letting him guide you down the hall, your voice laced with amusement. “If you wanted alone time, all you had to do was ask.” 

He doesn’t answer. 

Instead, he keeps moving, straight to the first empty room he can find. 

As soon as you are inside, your back hits the wall and his hands are immediately finding your waist. The air between you is thick, electric with something volatile, dangerous. Shawn's breath is uneven, his chest rising and falling just a little too fast, his fingers still curled around your waist like he’s debating his next move. 

But there is no next move. 

Because he's already in too deep. 

Your body shifts, just enough for your thigh to brush against his. Enough for his grip to tighten and for you to feel his fingers pressing harder into your waist, his thumb grazing bare skin which sends a shiver up your spine. His forehead is still pressed against the side of your head, and for what feels like a moment, the world slows down. The only thing that matters to your right now is the heat of his body against yours as your breaths come in a lot shakier than they had been moments ago. 

Like he’s fighting an instinct.  

But neither of your move. Glued to the floor. 

His lips are grazing your ear, soft and unintentional but it sends head straight between your legs. He notices. Notices the way you squeeze your thighs togethers and for a moment, his fingers twitch against your hips, like he knows how easy it would be to put you in your place right now.  

Your voice is barely below a whisper. 

“You gonna walk away, sweetheart?” 

His head lifts slightly. Shawn inhales sharply through his nose, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers flex on your waist. Your words hang in the air, taunting him, daring him. 

His nose brushes along your jaw, slow, deliberate, like he’s testing himself. “You keep pushing me,” he mutters, voice low, the words barely more than a growl. 

You hum, tilting your chin up, your lips just barely grazing his. “And you keep letting me.” 

Touche.  

But it was a mistake because it was all Shawn needed to make his move. His hips pinning yours to the wall as his mouth crashed against yours. It’s hungry, desperate and all the heat and frustration from the memories of what you both did last night. His body presses into yours, his thigh slipping between your legs. 

You couldn’t help it. You rocked your hips against his knee on instinct.  

That was all it took.  

He growled against your mouth, his fingers digging into your hips as he pinned you to the wall harder, pressing his thigh hard against her right where you needed him. The friction made you gasp as your hands gripped onto the fabric of his shirt before she began riding his thigh even more. 

“Fuck,” 

Shawn kept telling himself this wasn’t professional. 

But fuck. 

It was a bit beyond that now.  

His hands moved fast and needy, trailing over your sides, your waist and grabbing at your gear as if he’s seconds away from ruining your favourite set. His mouth is hot against your jaw, then your throat, biting, sucking, claiming, as if he wants you to to feel him long after this is over. You moan, arching into his touch, your fingers tugging at his hair, making him groan in return. His hands slip lower, gripping the curve of your ass, lifting you slightly, making your breath hitch as he grinds into you, his body completely caging you in. 

It was so reckless. So reckless. Anyone could have walked in. Rhea already knew something was going on. Hell, Seth probably now knew that there was something going on based on what happened. Neither of you stopped. Your hands slip beneath his shirt, fingers tracing over hot, hard muscle, nails grazing along his skin, making his breath stutter. 

“You love making me lose control,” he mutters, his voice rough, thick with heat. 

You answered that by rolling your hips. 

“And you enjoy giving in....” 

He exhales sharply, his grip on you tightening. 

“You,” he growls, lips crashing against yours again, “are such a problem.” 

You gasp against his mouth as his hands slip lower- 

RATTLE. 

The door handle jiggles. 

“Shawn, you in there?” 

Hunter. 

Shawn freezes against you, his body still pressed against yours, his hands still dangerously low. 

You bite your lip, barely holding back a laugh. 

Oh, this was priceless. 

Shawn, still breathing heavy, silent panics for the second time that day. His eyes snap to yours, pleading, desperate, do not say a damn thing. 

Instead, you rolled your hips with mischief in your eyes. 

“Better think fast, sweetheart,” 

Shawn grits his teeth, his body locked against yours as he tries to regulate his breathing. Tries to not make a sound. Tries to not react to the way your hips are still pressed against his thigh, your lips barely holding back laughter. 

Another rattle of the doorknob. “Seriously, man?” Hunter sounds annoyed now. “What the hell are you doing?” 

You enjoyed seeing this. Shawn having to fight his way out of explaining he’s sleeping with talent. It was comedy gold 

“I swear to God,” Hunter mutters, “if I open this door and you’re doing something stupid,” 

Shawn makes a strangled sound, slaps a hand over your mouth, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. 

“I’M CHANGING.” 

You snort against his palm, your entire body shaking with suppressed laughter. 

Shawn’s eyes are looking towards yours. He’s begging you to stop laughing.  

Hunter scoffs on the other side. “You’re changing?” 

“YES.” 

“…With the door locked?” 

“YES.” 

Another pause. 

Then, flatly, unimpressed, Hunter deadpans, “Dude. You wrestled in tights for like two decades. What could possibly be so private?” 

Shawn groans, dragging his free hand down his face. “Hunter. Go away.” 

You lose it. 

Your laughter bubbles out, muffled against Shawn’s palm, your body shaking with amusement. 

Shawn glares at you, then realizes— 

Your laughter is making you move against him.  

And by the look in your eyes, the pleasure and desire in your eyes, the lewd look on your face as you rocked your hips again. Then, because you are an absolute demon, your tongue licks the edge of his palm.  

And his head just filled with images of better places your mouth could be.  

Shawn curses under his breath, immediately dropping his hand from your mouth, gripping your hip tighter to hold you still. 

Hunter, still outside, groans dramatically. “Whatever, man. Just hurry up, we’ve got shit to do.” 

The footsteps fade. The door handle stays locked. 

Silence 

And he still has you pinned against the door; your body still far too close to his.  

You look up at him. 

“So,” you said, tilting your head, “Where were we?” 

Shawn exhales sharply, his fingers twitching against your waist, his forehead dropping to your shoulder like he’s praying for self-control. 

But you don’t let him have it. Instead, you shift, just enough to remind him exactly how reckless this is, how insane it is that he even tried to stop. The heat of your body against his, the tension still thick in the air, the way his obvious problem is still pressed against you- 

This scene is very obscene.  

You love it.  

And Shawn’s hands move before his brain can catch up. His grip rough, needy, lifting you up against the door as his mouth crashes against yours. It’s messy, desperate, like he’s drowning in this, in you, like he’s given up pretending he has control. 

This time, he’s between your legs and you can feel all of him and it makes you roll your hips.  

“Ten minutes,” you murmur, breathless, teasing, your nails digging into his shoulders. 

His lips move lower, dangerously low. “I only need five.” 

He grinds into you. His thick cock pressing against your wetness making you whimper. His fingers dig into the plush curve of your ass, lifting you higher and making your feel how hard he is, how fucking done he is with your bullshit.  

You rock into him, chasing that friction, wanting to feel the heat of him through his jeans. His cock twitches beneath the denim, heavy and aching for you. You rolled your hips again. 

“Fuck,”  

Shawn is already working your gear off, until his rough palms meet the bare skin of your ass, “You feel that?” 

You did. The feeling of the fabric of his trousers against your clit.  

“You fucking happy now?”  

He pushed against you with enough force to make your back arch, to make you grind even harder against him. 

You are. 

Because his cock is twitching, straining beneath his jeans, because his jaw is clenched and because the man you spent a lot of your younger years studying was going to fuck you hard against a wall. Your fingers move fast, undoing the button of his jeans before he can think to stop you. 

“Jesus...fuck,” 

You slipped your hand inside, gripping him, thick, heavy, so fucking hot in your palm. His cock jerks when you squeeze. He’s just as needy for you as you are needy for him. You let your thumb run over the tip, feeling the precum leaking from the tip. 

It wasn’t enough. You wiggled yourself, breath hitching and legs tightening around his waist, just to feel the heat of him against you, bare and hard against your entrance.  

The primal growl that came from him made you clench as his cock slides though the slick folds of your pussy, teasing, taunting... 

Until he pushes in. 

It’s your turn to whimper.  

“Fuck...” You whined.  

Finally, he had you 

His forehead dropped against yours as he sank into you, stretching you open and filling you with that first deep thrust. His fingers tightened around your thighs as he held you in place pressing in inch by inch until there was nothing else, until he was buried so fucking deep, you could swear you felt him pressing against your stomach.  

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your legs squeezing tighter around his waist. "Shawn," you gasped, your voice breaking into a breathy moan as he pulled back and slammed back in, setting a ruthless, hungry pace. 

His breath was hot against your ear, panting, growling through gritted teeth. "This is what you wanted. Now, take all of it-" 

You couldn’t speak. Could only arch against him as he pounded into you, the force of his thrusts pushing you harder into the door, each movement making your body jolt with the impact. He was ruining you like he did last night, deep strokes dragging against that spot inside of you that made your vision blur that made your mouth fall open in a helpless moan. 

“Such a tight little pussy,” Shawn gritted out, hands squeezing your ass hard, lifting you so he could angle his cock deeper, fuck you harder, “You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” 

You tried to nod but the way he was slamming into you, making sure he dragged his cock against that spot inside of you that made you scream. It was impossible to do anything except take it, to feel every thick, pulsing inch of him filling you up, stretching you out, claiming you in a way that was so wrong but felt so fucking right. 

Fuck. 

You tipped your head against the door and felt your entire body shudder as head built up between your legs, pleasure winding. 

Shawn knew you were close. Knew by the way you were clenching around his cock and for the first time today after all the torment you had put him through, he was fucking smug about it. 

"You gonna come for me, sweetheart?" 

"Shawn," you begged, your nails digging into his back, clinging to him, desperate, frantic. 

"That’s it," he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his grip on you bruising, his cock pulsing inside you, thick and hot and perfect. "Let go." 

You did. 

Your orgasm hit you, sharp and sudden, your walls clamping down on him as pleasure surged through you, leaving you shaking against him, gasping, moaning his name like a prayer. 

Shawn followed, his hips stuttering, his breath breaking as he buried himself deep, coming with a low, wrecked groan, filling you up with each desperate, pulsing thrust. 

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just panting and breathing. Until Shawn lets you down. Honestly, you felt very much like a baby deer walking for the first time, but you managed to stand. 

“I’m going to be late for my meeting,” 

Shawn let out a breath as he ticked himself back into his jeans.  

Great. The aggression was out of his system and now he was the role model of professionalism again. Still, you leaned against the door with your legs shaking, skin still buzzing from the way he just rearranged your guts. You felt his cum spilling out and on to your thighs, body pulsating from the aftermath of your orgasm.  

“Oh no!” you teased, “I wouldn’t want you to be late, sweetheart,” 

Shawn shot you a look. It was a look between exasperation and wanting to fuck you again for being a brat but, he let it go and adjusted his shirt, “You should probably go and shower,” 

“Hmm, scared someone is going to see how fucked out I look?” You grinned lazily, stepping away from the door, “I don’t know, I rather like feeling you leaking from me...” 

Shawn let out a sharp exhale through his nose, his jaw clenching as his eyes darkened. 

"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, hands twitching like he wanted to grab you and drag you back to him, consequences be damned. 

You smirked, stretching your arms above your head, making a show of how satisfied you were, how your body still hummed from the way he’d just fucked you senseless. The way your thighs were sticky with him. The way your skin still flushed hot from the bruising grip of his hands. 

If he didn’t have a meeting, you wouldn’t be making it to catering without cum dripping from your legs.  

[lumi-nescentt]

And When I Break It's In A Million Pieces

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

Warnings: kinda angsty, reader overworking herself, arguing and someone fainting

Words: 3.8k

Summary: Oscar can understand how important exams are to his girlfriend but he can't stand to see her overworking herself and this close to breaking down without trying to comfort her.

A/N: it was supposed to be a cute oscar one shot but I guess midterms kicked my ass so I had to make Oscar do what I would have loved someone to do for me.

Now that I'm done writing this I'll start on the requests :)

Oscar had been away on the last triple header of the season and as much as he loved racing and how good the car felt lately, he missed his girlfriend and couldn't wait to see her again.

She usually came with him as often as she could, but she had been drowning in homework lately so she had chosen to stay home and work a little extra to make sure she stayed up to date. Oscar didn’t mind, or at least he tried not to show it because he knew how bad she already felt for missing some of his best results in F1. 

The Australian knew how hard the girl was on herself and how she tended to forget to take care of herself when she got engrossed in her studies so he thought coming back as early as possible from the British Grand Prix was the best thing he could do. 

Flying from London to Melbourne felt like one of the longest trips Oscar ever had to endure and it was only worse because he was all alone. Usually he either had Lando, Logan or his girlfriend to entertain him during layovers and on the flight itself, but now as he sat on the first plane taking him from London to Qatar, Oscar felt bored to death.

He had chosen the earliest flight possible on Monday and that had been one that took off at 3pm so he wasn’t even tired enough to sleep. He had already watched a movie while waiting in front of the gate so he was honestly starting to run out of ideas on how to entertain himself. 

He considered paying for wifi access to try and chat with his girlfriend for a second but then realised that he had decided to plan his comeback in secret so she had no idea he was coming back. In the end, Oscar still paid for it just so he could play 8 ball with Logan and joke around with Lando. 

His two friends entertained him for a few hours, but when he landed in Qatar, they both had stuff to do so he was left all alone again. He had nothing to do during the layover in Dubai, so walking around the entire terminal at the slowest pace possible seemed like a good enough idea for the 2 hours he had to wait before boarding again. 

To say the 13 hours flight to Melbourne had been long was an understatement. It had only been made worse since he couldn’t sleep, so Oscar had watched the entirety of the Lord of the Rings trilogy and still had found time to be bored once he was done. By the time he finally arrived in front of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, it was almost 1am and he hadn’t slept in 30 hours now. 

All he wanted to do was crash on his bed and cuddle against her but when he opened the door as quietly as he could, the first thing he saw was his girlfriend sitting on a barstool, hunched over her laptop on the counter. She had her headphones on and the volume was so loud Oscar could hear the song playing very clearly from where he was standing in the doorway.

After taking off his shoes and dropping his suitcase in a corner, he slowly made his way over, trying his best not to startle the girl. She was so engrossed in whatever she was reading that even with Oscar standing right next to her, her focus was still on her computer. She only flinched and snapped back to reality when Oscar delicately removed her headphones and put them next to her now empty coffee cup.

-“ Oscar ? What– How ? You were supposed to stay in Europe until the break.” she stuttered, too tired to understand how her boyfriend was standing in front of her

-“ Surprise !” Oscar smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “ I missed you too much to wait an entire month so I decided to come spend the week here.” 

-“ I don't know what to say, wow.” 

-“ Oh God, was it a bad idea ? I don’t want to intrude if you had plans, baby. I can ask my parents if I can stay at theirs instead if you want me out of your hair while you study.” 

-“ No no, it’s a good surprise, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all. It’s our flat so of course I want you to stay with me.” she quickly clarified, burying her head in the crook of his neck and tightening her arms around him

-“ Ok good, I got scared I was bothering you for a second.” he answered, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head

-“ Don’t say that Osc, you could never bother me. I’m always happy to see your pretty face in real life.” 

-“ So you think I’m pretty ?” the Australian asked with a proud grin

-“ Of course I do, pretty boy. Now as much as I’d love to keep this lovely flirting going, you must be exhausted so why don’t you get ready for bed and I’ll join you in a bit ?” 

-“ That sounds great, I’ll go shower and then we can cuddle because I can definitely feel the drop of temperature between here and the UK.” 

-“ It’s not even that cold but I won’t say no to that.” she smiled before turning back to her homework.

Oscar didn’t really know how long he stayed under the warm spray of the shower but judging by the amount of steam that was now filling the bathroom, he assumed he stayed for a little while. Since he took his time, he fully expected to find his girlfriend dozing off under the covers but when he reached the bedroom, the bed was still untouched. 

Gathering the remaining energy he had, Oscar dragged himself to the kitchen where she was still in the position he left her in. Her headphones were back on at a lower volume and she was now frowning and holding her head between her hands, seemingly trying to make sense of what she was reading. 

-“ Are you coming to bed soon ?” Oscar asked seeing the time on her laptop 

-“ Yeah, of course. Just give me a minute, I’ll meet you there.” she answered without looking at him

-“ Baby, it’s almost 3am. You need to sleep as much as I do.” 

-“ I know, I’m coming. Don’t wait up, you must be knackered.” she tried, squeezing the hand he had put on her shoulder to reassure him

-“ I want to sleep next to you. I’ll wait for you to finish what you’re doing. How long is this going to take you ?” 

-“ I don’t know, you shouldn’t stay awake for me. I promise I’ll cuddle you as soon as I’m in bed, you won’t even realise I’m not here at first.” 

-“ That’s not true, I always notice so will you come ? Please ?” 

-“ You’re lucky you’re cute and that I love you because I really need to finish this paper.” she finally caved in with a sigh, closing her laptop to face her boyfriend who was sleepily smiling at her

-“ I love you too, now come. I can tell you’re exhausted too.” 

Oscar linked their hands together and walked towards their bedroom, handing her one of his shirts as he stripped down to his boxer before hurriedly getting under the covers. At the sight of her cold boyfriend all cosy under the blankets, the girl couldn’t help but chuckle before she joined him and let him wrap his arms around her, resting her head against his chest and falling asleep to the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat. 

When Oscar woke up at 7am a few hours later, he brought his arm closer to the rest of his body, hoping to steal some of his girlfriend’s body warmth but his arm closed on nothing. With his eyes still closed, he patted her side of the bed, simply thinking she had rolled away from him but all he touched were the empty bed sheets. He would have assumed she had just gone to the bathroom if it wasn’t from how cold her side was. 

As hard as he wanted to tell her to come back to bed, Oscar wasn’t fully awake and he didn’t really think there was something he could do so he let himself fall back asleep for a few hours. When he opened his eyes again, finally feeling rested enough to figure out where she had gone, he was still alone in their empty bed. 

He made his way to the living room, secretly hoping she’d be all curled up on the sofa and had only moved there because he was snoring too loud but it was just as empty as their bed. Not liking where he thought this was going, Oscar went to the kitchen where his girlfriend was exactly in the same position he had found her hours earlier. 

Without saying a word, Oscar wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his face in her neck like he knew she liked. When the only acknowledgement he got was a low hum without even a smile or a look towards him, he decided to try something else. He slowly turned his head and started kissing her neck tenderly, which always got her attention usually because she was never one to pass on getting some physical affection from him. He was so sure it was going to work that when she finally breathed in before talking, Oscar couldn’t stop the smile creeping on his face.

-“ Not now baby, please.” she brushed him off softly, without even looking at him

-“ Oh, okay. Sorry.” Oscar muttered, feeling his face flush from a wave of embarrassment he couldn’t stop

He quickly escaped to the opposite corner of the kitchen, getting busy with making breakfast to forget about the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins. It took him 15 minutes of meddling around before everything was ready and before he was ready to try to get her attention again.

This time, Oscar planted himself next to his girlfriend and put a coffee cup and a full plate with eggs and toast right next to her laptop before poking her shoulder with his finger to get her full attention.

-“ Hello there, I made you breakfast.” he half smiled

-“ Hi baby, that’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” she returned the smile, cupping his face with her hands before planting a soft kiss on his lips and turning back towards her homework

-“ I was wondering if you wanted to have breakfast together in the living room, maybe ?”

-“ I’m sorry Osc. I really need to study but don’t let me stop you, I know you love to eat there.” 

-“ Yeah, sure.” he started out loud before mumbling to himself as he exited the room “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

After his very lonely breakfast in front of a TV show he didn’t even want to watch, Oscar popped his head into the kitchen to see if she was done working. When he saw that she was still very focused on what she was doing, he decided to do something to occupy himself until she was finally free. He got dressed and yelled that he was going for a run before finally going outside. 

When he came back a little less than an hour later, Oscar was determined to spend some time with her so he hurriedly went to the bathroom to shower before eventually stealing her away from her homework. 

Once he was finally done, it was time for lunch and he was feeling like ordering so, while still looking at his phone, he went towards the kitchen and called her.

-“ I’m gonna order food, what do you feel like eating ?”

He waited a little bit for an answer but nothing came back so he walked a little closer and tried again.

-“ Baby ? Are you not hungry ?” 

Getting worried from the clear silence he was met with, Oscar walked in the kitchen but, to his surprise, he couldn’t see her.

-“ y/n ? If this is a joke, it’s not that funny. Where are you ?” he asked, feeling his heart beat a little faster

He knew she hadn’t gone out because both her keys and her car were still there so he went around the counter to go look into the laundry room when his eyes fell on something on the floor. Seeing his girlfriend laying down on the floor made his blood rush fast in his veins and he immediately kneeled down next to her and wrapped her hand in his.

-“ y/n, baby can you hear me ?” he tried again “ I’m going to put your feet on my lap, okay ? I’m not letting go of your hand, if you hear me just squeeze it.” Oscar explained, praying that he’d feel her grip tighten around his fingers

He felt the faintest squeeze but he wasn’t sure if he had imagined it or not so he tried again.

-“ Can you squeeze my hand again, please ?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper from how scared he was until he felt a clear squeeze “ Atta girl, you’re doing great.” 

Oscar felt his breathing slowly go back to normal as his girlfriend slowly gained back consciousness. He was still a bit shaken up but seeing her eyes fluttering open and feeling the constant squeezes of her hand on his was reassuring him. He waited a little more before asking her questions, not wanting to overwhelm her.

-“ Do you remember what happened ?” 

-“ I don’t know, I was just standing up to get another coffee and then I started feeling dizzy so I tried to call you but I don’t know if anything came out.” 

-“ Ok well at least you remember, you scared me to death there sweetheart.” 

-“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” she apologised, mortified that he had seen her like this

-“ Hey, none of that. Don’t apologise, I’m glad I came back in time to find you. I would’ve hated for you to be all alone here when you fainted.” he reassured her, bringing her closer to him

-“ What do you mean came back ? When did you go out ?” 

-“ I told you I was going for a run but I guess you were so focused on what you were doing you didn’t hear me. Next time I’ll make sure that you hear me.” 

-“ It’s fine, you don’t have to.” 

-“ I know but I want to. Now let’s get you something to eat, you didn’t even eat breakfast so you must be starving.” he stated, pointing at the plate he had made her a few hours earlier, still untouched on the counter

-“ I’m not really hungry actually.” she whispered, looking at her feet

- “ You have to eat something baby. I’ll just order something from your favourite restaurant and you can just eat however much you can, does that sound good ?”

-“ Yeah sure, thank you Osc.”

Oscar didn’t answer and instead just placed a kiss on the side of her head before standing up and picking his phone that he had left on the counter to get the food. While they waited for it to arrive, Oscar sent her to shower so she could relax a little before eating. Before leaving her be, he convinced her to let the door slightly open so she could yell if she felt dizzy again so he could also relax.

He always stayed within earshots of the bathroom as he got busy around the flat until the delivery guy arrived. Oscar wanted it to be quick but the guy recognised him and wanted to take a picture with him. Oscar wouldn’t have minded the picture if the guy also didn’t seem to want to become his friend and didn’t talk for what felt like ages. Oscar didn’t know how to make him stop without sounding rude so he just waited until he was finally done before hurrying back to his girlfriend. 

He expected her to either still be in the shower or to be waiting for him in the living room, resting like they had talked about after she fainted but she was the most stubborn person Oscar knew. That’s why he wasn’t exactly surprised when he found her back to her studying spot with her headphones only wearing one of his mclaren hoodies. 

-“ I thought we said no more studying for today ?” Oscar scolded her gently

-“ I know but I can’t just stop like that. I need to finish this part and then I can rest for a few hours.”

-“ Baby you fainted, that means your body is exhausted and you shouldn’t put yourself through this.” 

-“ I don’t have a choice, Oscar. The exam is coming up and I need to finish this paper too. I can’t just decide to take the day off because my stupid body decided to betray me.” she spat in one breath, feeling her heartbeat quicken just thinking of the ton of stuff she still had to do 

-“ Alright, just breathe please. You can definitely afford to rest for today. I know you and I know you’re capable of doing what you have left before the due date. Just come lie down with me for a bit while we eat.” 

-“ You don’t know that for sure. I can’t afford to take such a risk.” 

-“ Baby, please.” he pleaded, feeling how she was getting more worked up by the second

-“ I said no, Oscar !” she said through gritted teeth, trying not to raise her voice 

-“ Why can’t you just slow down for a second ? What’s the worst that can happen if you let go a little.”

-“ Slow down ? That’s rich coming from you mister always running around the entire globe to drive at 300kph.” she cringed at how high pitched her voice was getting

-“ You know that’s not what I meant, y/n.” 

-“ Then what did you mean because I clearly don’t get why you’re getting in my way here.” 

-“ I only meant that you’re going to tire yourself out over some homework and that it can’t be healthy.”

-“  I’m sorry ? Some homework ?!” she scoffed loudly “ This is the last class I need to have my diploma, if I fail it, I can say goodbye to my dream job. Don’t belittle what I do because you don’t understand it.” 

-“ That’s not how I meant it, y/n. I’m just worried about you.”

-“ I didn’t ask you to be, in fact I didn’t even ask you to be here. You were supposed to be away doing your stupid job while I was here studying on my own but no you just had to come back and tempt me with ideas of relaxing and hanging out with you when you know I can’t. I can’t just decide to go away and take a break because I miss my partner. Some of us have real jobs and they can’t run away whenever they want to, Oscar.”  she finally lost it, her eyes filling with tears as she realised what she had said

-“ Wow, hum alright. I think I’m just going to go outside for a bit.” Oscar muttered, grabbing his car keys and turning around as quickly as he could

As soon as she heard the door close, y/n broke down crying in the middle of the room. She hadn’t meant to snap at him, she knew he just cared about her and most of all, she didn’t think anything she said was true.

She knew how hard Oscar had worked to get to where he was now and she was so proud of how far he had come. She loved that he was able to do something he loved as his job and how he always made time in his busy schedule to either fly her to where he was staying or fly back home to see her. 

In all honesty, she had been missing him so much lately and all she wanted to was take a break and seek comfort in his arms but she couldn’t help the anxiety and the guilt that kicked in whenever she stopped studying even for a second. She had been staying up late and waking up at the crack of dawn for a week now, studying as much as she could before she had to attend classes. She barely had time to eat and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a decent meal. 

The mere thought of having hurt Oscar was filling her with guilt and she wished there was something she could do to take it back. She was so tired of feeling like this and right now it felt like she had pushed away the only person she wanted to comfort her. 

When Oscar opened the door half an hour later, he didn’t expect his girlfriend to come running to the door and then stop in her tracks the moment her eyes met his. She tried to open her mouth but tears started falling again and she was struggling to take a full breath. The sight tore Oscar’s hurt and he closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her head against his chest. 

-“ It’s okay, baby. Just let go, I’m here.” he whispered, tracing circles on her back

-“ I’m sorry, Oscar. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. I–”

-“ I know, it’s okay. It’s already forgotten.”  

-“ It’s not okay. You didn’t deserve to hear that.” she sniffled, looking at him in the eyes “ I love what you do and I’m really happy you’re here. I’m sorry if I made you feel like it wasn’t the case. It’s no excuse but I’m frankly exhausted and you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

-“ Thank you for apologising. It’s forgiven and I promise you I’m not mad or anything.”

-“ You’re sure ?” 

-“ Yes, I wasn’t mad earlier. I was a bit hurt and I knew you needed time to calm down before we could have a discussion so I just went to the store to buy brownies and ice cream.” 

-“ That’s so sweet, Oscar, stop.” she said, feeling her voice shake slightly

-“ I was thinking we could take a proper break and eat in front of a movie. Then if you still want to work, I could help you study and after that we could take a bath ? How does that sound ?” 

-“ I love you so much.”

-“ Is that a yes ?” Oscar teased, smiling as he heard her laugh

-“ Yes it is.” she said, as he grabbed her hand and guided her towards the living room where the food was still waiting for them

-“ y/n ?” 

-“ yes ?” 

-“ I love you too.” 

-“ I know, now come here.” she smiled again, wrapping her arms behind his neck before pulling him down to kiss him properly 

Oscar hadn’t been sure of it at first but coming back home was the best choice he ever made for the both of them. They missed each other too much to wait a whole month to be together when they needed the other’s presence that badly.

[eringobragh420]

➔ Pairing — Dexter Lumis ♡ f!Reader ➔ Summary — Reader catches her panty thief in the act. ➔ Word Count — 1.6k ➔ Warnings — NSFW. Panty-sniffing, violation of privacy, slight dirty talk, oral (f receiving), cum 18+ ➔ Taglist — If you’d like to be added, please click here!  ➔ Requested By — @laserpointeronasubmarine. Hope you enjoy! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST, KINK LIST

She’d never been so pissed off in her life. Having her match pulled from the show at the last minute to make more room for more mindless, repetitive Judgment Day drivel. She’d worked her ass off in The Dungeon with Natalya and TJ, per Triple H’s request, and she’d improved by miles, per Triple H’s compliments. But here she was—no match to speak of, per Triple H’s decision. As she headed down the hall toward the locker room, she glanced down at her gear, blood boiling to near combustion. A deep emerald velvet two piece that left as little as possible to the imagination—the bustier cups were cut low on her breasts, and the seat of her shorts were hemmed up to accent her trim hips and an ass she’d killed herself to build—that now may never be seen by anyone other than the people milling about backstage. She’d made the damn thing herself and had been excited to show it off, but no—thanks to Triple fucking H. Rolling her eyes, she began to remove the matching green velvet fingerless gloves from her hands as she shouldered open the locker room door. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes widening, fingers freezing.

A man was squatting beside one of her duffel bags, the one she kept her dirty clothes in. Most of his head was shaved save for the long blonde dreads on top, which were pulled back in a thick bun at the crown, and she didn’t need him to turn around to know exactly who he was. An elbow on his knee, he held a lacy, red material to his nose, sliding his eyes to her over his shoulder seemingly in slow motion. His intense crystalline irises met hers, ominous black X painted on his forehead, and it was almost like an invisible force shoving her back, warning her do not enter, go back the way you came, point of no return. But her mama didn’t raise no quitter—she’d never backed down from anyone in her life, men included, and she wasn’t about to start now. 

Suddenly it all made sense. For the past few weeks, after unpacking following a trip, she’d discovered she was short exactly one pair of panties. Chalking it up to being clumsy or miscounting, she hadn’t thought much about it. Now here sat Dexter Lumis—or was it Mercy?—a pair of her panties, used panties, she might add, pressed to his face, those sharp sapphires drilling a hole through her soul. He ascended to full height slowly, gaze never leaving her, and her panties leisurely came away from his nose, though he maintained possession of them at his side. His transgression hung heavily in the air between them, and she had to make a quick decision about whether or not it was a big deal, and if it was, how big of a deal was it?

Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside the locker room and leaned back against the door until it closed. She reached across her chest to turn the lock. “So you’re the panty thief,” she said. Dexter’s head tilted just a bit. “You thought I wouldn’t notice my underwear missing?” She started toward him, his icy gaze examining her entire body from head to toe, stopping on her eyes. “It’s no big deal,” she shrugged, “I own a ton. Most girls collect shoes, I collect lace and satin and thongs.” Dexter remained quiet, still, the aforementioned lace hanging from his hand. “But now I have to wonder …” She was within inches of him now, and he towered over her in a tight black t-shirt, equally tight gray jeans with a black belt, and black combat boots. She hadn’t been familiar with Dexter’s game until he was right in front of her, a pair of her unmentionables in his grasp. His muscles were huge, toned, tattoos decorating his arms, and fuck, he smelled so good for someone who looked like they hadn’t showered in days. She bit her lip. “… what you do with them?”

Dexter’s lucid eyes searched her face, head tilting the opposite direction. The atmosphere was heavy around them, the air conditioning hummed from a nearby vent, and there were a few broken bulbs in the overhead lights, causing a few of them to flicker on and off. He sluggishly lifted the panties in question to his nose again, inhaling long and deep, eyes closing, and the much smaller woman in front of him briefly lost her breath. As he audibly sniffed her lacy underwear, the fingers of Dexter’s free hand deftly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. She watched his eyes open and her panties descend from his nose to his jeans, disappearing within, and then he started stroking himself.

“Oh, you’re a dirty boy,” she purred, casually closing the space between them, hoping he didn’t notice her knees wobble or her thighs quiver. “Do you do this with other girls?” Dexter shook his head, still lazily jerking his cock. “Just me?” A redundant question, but something inside her just wanted the validation that this fearsome, yet undeniably provocative, man was evidently obsessed with her. He nodded in response.

“Well, I think it’s your lucky day,” she whispered. She met his eyes briefly before sauntering over to her designated locker at the end of the row. “My match just got canceled for no good goddamn reason,” she went on, taking a seat on the bench so she could remove her glittering white boots. “And since you owe me for all the underwear you’ve been stealing—”

Dexter was suddenly standing directly in front of her, and he removed his hand from his jeans—only his hand—before dropping to his knees, his bones quietly thumping on the hard floor. His radiant eyes remained locked on her, weighing her down, filling her pussy, and suddenly she was fighting for oxygen again. A pair of coarse thumbs grazed along her satiny thighs, and she was too enchanted by his gaze to notice when he hooked his thumbs under her shorts or when she lifted her hips to assist him in pulling them leisurely down her legs, over her boots, and then over his shoulder. Her heart hammered and adrenaline shot through her veins, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why until Dexter began to lower. 

Abruptly coming back to herself, she watched as he pushed her thighs apart, and she felt a cool rush of air along her bare, soaking slit. He finally severed their eye contact, focus falling to her dripping pussy, and she gasped when he licked his lips a mere second before lunging at her cunt like he would devour her whole, but stopped short of actual contact. She heard him sniff her, the tip of his nose kissing her sensitive skin, and she leered down at him with a bite to her bottom lip, watching him swipe his nose between her folds. His hot tongue slithered out of his mouth—she would swear later that it was forked in two—slipping inside her, and her head fell back as warmth spread throughout her body.

“Fucking hell,” she whispered, lasting only a moment before she had to look down again. Those beryl eyes were once more fixed on her face, but his tongue was absolutely unhinged against and around her clit, sinking inside her pulsing opening. He ate like he hadn’t in days, indecent sounds coming from both his mouth and her pussy when he snuck a finger deep within her heat, pumping in and out several times before adding a second.

“Christ,” she whimpered, rolling her hips, riding his face. “I’m gonna cum … don’t you fucking stop. Don’t stop …” She clutched his dreads, driving his tongue further into her cunt, and she erupted into his mouth, body wracked with shudders as Dexter drank every drop of her sticky cream.

When he finished, he pulled away, sitting back on his legs, and his hand coated with her cum disappeared inside his jeans where he’d left her panties. His eyes fell closed briefly, muscles twitching, tattoos dancing, as he jerked his cock.

“Take it out,” she whispered wantonly. “I wanna watch.”

The cerulean irises blinked open, and they weren’t so much sapphire anymore as they were obsidian, and the dirty boy also happened to be a good boy—he lifted his thick cock out of his jeans, no underwear in sight, her panties wrapped around his length. He resumed stroking, the red lace moving with his hand, and she had no choice but to dip her own fingers within her drenched pussy because Jesus Christ, this was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life. His hand sped up instantly, and she actually heard a moan resonate from deep inside his chiseled chest. She was sensitive enough and not far removed from her previous orgasm, so it wasn’t difficult getting there again as she played with her clit while watching her own personal jerk off show.

He yanked her panties off his cock without warning, aimed, and came all over the dainty lace, painting the crimson material in his pearly essence. He strangled the head of his dick to be sure every drop of cum had been spent before standing. He glanced at her, fierce gaze flashing over her half naked body, and he turned, heading for the door. He dropped the soiled underwear into her bag of clean clothes, likely contaminating other items, and he was buckling his belt as he strolled out of the locker room, having never spoken a single word.

[samdeancass]

My Reason For Everything

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Randy Orton x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Randy, Y/N

Description: Y/N is the first person Randy calls to celebrate his win after winning the WWE Championship.

"1,2,3!"

The crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer as Randy, with a victorious roll, emerged from his battle with Triple H. The WWE Championship Belt was finally his. His radiant smile illuminated his face as he rose triumphantly and hoisted the title. "Here stands your winner and the new WWE Champion, Randy Orton!" The crowd's jubilation intensified as his anthem filled the arena. Randy gripped the title over his shoulder and gracefully slipped under the ropes, leaving the ring in a blaze of glory.

Your heart was pounding, your eyes fixed on the television screen as Randy's match unfolded. A mix of anxiety and excitement surged through you as Randy pinned Triple H. "C'mon, baby." "1,2,3!" You leapt from the sofa, a scream of joy escaping your lips. Your man was returning home a champion. Glancing around the room, you spotted your phone on the coffee table, waiting to share this moment with him. 

With trembling fingers, you switched on the screen, ready to dial Randy's contact. But before you could, his name unexpectedly lit up your screen. A high-pitched squeal of anticipation escaped your lips as you eagerly answered the call, your heart racing with excitement.

"Hey, champ. Congratulations! That was amazing!" He chuckled on the other end. "Thank you, baby. I still can't believe it. All the stress and the work I've put in has finally paid off, and it's all thanks to you."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? I haven't done anything to help you." He let out a deep sigh, his voice filled with emotion. "You've done everything, my love. Just by being a phone call away, you've been my rock through the toughest times. You've always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. This championship, everything I do, is all for you, my love. You're the reason I won; you gave me the strength to do so. I love you more than words can express."

Tears welled in your eyes at his sweet words. "Randy, I have no words. Just.... thank you. Thank you for fighting for me, for us. I know putting your body through hell every week takes its toll." "It's all worth it for you, darlin'." "I love you, Randy. I can't wait for you to come home; I miss you." He sighed on the other end. "I know; just one more day, and I'll be back with you. Can you hold on 'till then?" "Yeah, anything for you." It was silent for a few seconds before Randy spoke again. "You get some sleep, baby girl, and I'll call you tomorrow, OK?" You nearly began to cry. "OK. I love you, baby." "I love you too." 

You ended the call, went up the stairs, and slipped into bed. You slid over to Randy's side and inhaled his scent. Sometimes, you hate how much he travels because you miss him, but you know he does it all for you and your future family. You lulled yourself off to sleep with the thoughts of you and him reuniting again. 

[tonix3]

I am loving your analysis of The Observer's posts on X. I know you have a couple of people assisting you with it, so thank you to you all!

As time goes on, I am starting to lean towards it being L or someone on his team that is TO. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but if it is him....oh my! There are so many Larry coded items in the posts!!!!

What are your thoughts about the tweet (are they still called tweets even though it's no longer Twitter???) yesterday: "How simple it is to manipulate time and space. All fabricated. All easily shifted. I can be anyone, anywhere, any time I want. Were you too distracted by the noise to notice the real change?"

I would love to know what you think about the "Were you too distracted by the noise to notice the real change?" There has been a bunch of noise around L (and H) lately....the stunt with Z, the sisters' birthday party, etc. For the life of me, I can't figure out what the "real change" would be.

Hey lovely anon 👋🏻

Yeah, we exchange ideas and interpretations in chats - everyone thinks of different references and many things come to mind when reading the tweets. So it's good to hear everyone's initial and follow up thoughts. (Thx to @fookinhellcurlyyy for listening to my hyped clowning & letting me ramble & to @delicateperspective and @watermelonlicker for sharing their thoughts with me)

On another note: yes, I still call it twitter most of the time & tweets, X will never sound right to me and also because F*ck you, Elon ;)

About Day 15 'Were you too distracted by the noise to notice the real change?': it's hard to say what TO is referring to - is the change the thing that comes at the end of this countdown? The question is: what is already changing, what we could have missed? (We hope for the best, right?🤞🏻)

Also it was the day of the double tweet/TO answering itself so maybe TO was referring to the fact that we didn't pick up what Day 14 was about. When everyone answered and said we saw the realise/realize thing the next tweet followed stating 'we're catching on and being impressed'...

TO seems not only to move time forward also having double/triple/quadruple meanings in recent tweets. It seems like the pace has quickened in every way. What will come of it? - Not sure, but I will be observing 🕵🏻‍♀️

Day 16 Tschaikowsky - another presumably queer man in history - L has worn his name on a shirt while being papped for bbg related articles in March of 2016

Today Day 17: Sabrina Carpenter Lyrics but I immediately had a visual of Louis X-factor Judge 'Eyes Wide Open' movie shirt come to mind. Also 'eyes wide open' ties back to an unreleased H Song. > So what do we make of it? .. is it a reference to H being at Sabrina Carpenter Show same VIP Box as 'supposed' stunt gf Zara we haven't seen anything of really...?

And about you hoping it's L or L's team: I've ss what I added to my update post yesterday, because I'm sure not many people have seen it.

In summary and saying it again:

I want to stay critical but I really have a hard time trying to think of a reason for a scammer to put this much work and thought into this account

but it feels like it's Louis playing RBB🧸2.0 .. Just hinting, coding, sharing queer history. It has too many Larry and queer references - don't expect him to come online in the end to say 'Yeah, The Observer was me'

It's so elaborate, it's so intelligent - it sometimes feels so well thought out and pre planned - it's so: mastermind 🧠

[tribalauthor]

THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 2>

word count: 2.2k

"I'm sorry we had to meet this way, Miss Heyman." my future boss started with this. He is a pretty tall man with no hair and a lot of beard. People know him as Triple H or "The Game" but right now he is the CEO of WWE, replacing his problematic father in law, Vince McMahon.

Yes, I was studying the whole day and night yesterday. I knew some stuff from uncle but it's literally common sense. I have always respected the work he is doing in WWE but my interest wasn't that deep. Now it had to become deep since I want to appear as well-educated as much as possible. I don't wanna be perceived as a spoiled, dumb-blonde nepo niece.

"Me too, Mr. Levesque but see, this is how life is." I said with empathetic tone.

"I don't know what Paul has told you about the payment but you are gonna get paid depending on your performances - you do good numbers, you get a good check. Your uncle is a very well-known and respected figure in this business and I am not sure how the crowd is going to react to all of this" what a great way to explain that I will have a salary only if I do my job right.

What a shocker.

"Don't worry, Mr. Levesque. I see where you are coming from. In this male-dominated industry, it's rare to see a female talker " I chuckled but this isn't the end.

"I know that my uncle is one of a kind but I am going to specify that he insisted me to do this job and if he didn't think I was suitable for it, he would have never said it in the first place, let alone persuade me to leave my current job. Therefore, I'm really confident about all of this. Sure, the WWE fans have very fixed and nostalgic tendencies but I think they are going to get used to this short-term novelty." I spoke with pure confidence in my voice and body language.

My boss was left speechless. I get these reactions a lot honestly. When people see me, especially men, they have no idea how I can shush them just in a few seconds...or minutes. Depends on the monologue I'm going to drop on them.

"I-uh appreciate the confidence, Miss Heyman. I hope you like it here and who knows, maybe you can become a full-time employee" Paul reached his arm for a shake and I shook his hand.

"Thank you for hiring me, Mr. Levesque and can't promise anything about the last part" I chuckled.

"Just call me Hunter. We are not that formal in here". He gave me a faint smile.

"Noted". I nodded my head and someone knocked on the door.

"That must be him" my boss stated. "Come in" he yelled.

Our eyes were at the door and there he is. The Tribal Chief as he is called. The Head of the Table. His tall and stoic build radiates so much power and dominance. That's an enormous man right there. Well, he is The Rock's cousin, so I get it. It's in the genes.

He was wearing a black Nike hoodie and black Nike shorts combined with black Nike sneakers. Is this man a Nike ambassador? What's next? Nike boxers?

Let's not go there, Sophia.

Roman had his dark brown hair in a bun but it was not very slick, his hair looks fluffy and he had this pretty thick salt and pepper beard.

Yup, such an uncle. An athletic one, though.

"Roman, you are just on time." the boss greeted him.

Roman's eyes were all on me looking at me from head to toe. There was a nuance of disbelief in his eyes mixed with a smirk on his mouth.

How do I interpret this?

"This is gonna be my Wise Woman? Pf." Something like this is going through his mind.

The Samoan man was walking to us. Of course, he has that confident "Look at me, I'm the toughest of them all" gait. And he has the right to, yes. That man and his whole bloodline have achieved so much in this business which is worth of respect.

"Meet your temporary Wise Woman". Hunter said with a state tone.

"And you are the Tribal Chief my uncle never shuts up about" I replied and he chuckled. I haven't even started yet.

"So you are Sophia." Roman flashed his 24-carat-white-pearl smile. "Paul just told me a lot about you."

"Funny, your uncle has never told me Barbie was his niece. If you are looking for a Ken, this ain't the place for you." ah, we started with the "witty" comments, took him long enough.

"Thank you for the concern, Mr. Reigns but finding a Ken is not in my top priorities right now."

"I see, I see. You are all about business, right?" he asked and slightly furrowed his eyebrows.

"Correct". I nodded my head. And there was this awkward silence.

He started showing me around the building and finally we went to his locker room. "This is our little place where me and your uncle like to scheme" Roman said with a smile on his face.

"Woah. It's pretty spacious." that's all what I managed to say.

When I heard about the locker room thing, I didn't imagine it to look like this. This place looks...neat. Well maybe my views about wrestling are stereotypical but in my mind there was a very small, messy place with the heavy smell of sweat.

This locker room is like an apartment. There are a few black leather couches and armchairs, fridges which are probably full of energy, sugar free drinks or whatever athletes drink, maybe even some food. The walls were painted in dark blue like the brand of the show Roman is in - Smackdown. There was also a big TV on the wall where he probably watches the other matches and stuff.

It's cozy, not gonna lie.

"The best room is for the champ" he said quietly but with that cocky tone and winked at me.

I didn't know how to react. I just nodded and smiled.

"Have you ever slept here?" I asked out of nowhere.

"Hell no. When we travel with the private bus, we usually sleep there since it's like a big apartment and when we use the private jet, we head off immediately." oh, so he has private everything I see.

How much does that man make?

"Sometimes your uncle is in a mood of seeing around the place we have to stay at. He knows the good stuff" Roman sighed. "I'm gonna miss him. Hope he recovers soon."

"He will. He is in good hands. My auntie is gonna take after him." I said trying not to burst out laughing. Yes, in fact, my cousins said she is really going to take after uncle and I'm sure he wants to die right now cause he was damn ready to call a hot babysitter chick and he would have gotten better in a blink of an eye or at least he would claim so.

"What? Your auntie? As in his ex-wife? Miranda?" Roman was as confused as me. Uncle has enlightened him, 100%. I nodded my head and Roman started laughing. He has a very cute laugh actually, not as deep as his voice.

It's strange seeing an enormous man like him, perceived as tough and scary, laughing like a little kid.

"Then there is no place for concern. He is gonna be back before we even realize it." he wiped the little tear that formed in his eye.

I wonder if he's married. He might be. I don't know but I am not going to ask him, that's for sure. Didn't take a look on his hands to see if there is a ring.

"I think that uncle is exaggerating. Auntie Miranda is not that bad". I tried to defend her but Roman gave me the look of "oh, you don't know anything".

"Clearly, Paul has never told you the spicy details". This line alone made me think of how does my ex, Robert, paint me out in front of his friends.

I didn't realize I completely zoned out until I saw Roman's big hand waving in front of my face.

"Is everything alright?" he asked with a tiny bit of concern in his face. Very tiny bit.

"Yes. I would like to ask about my schedule, by the way" he made a sign for me to sit on the black leather couch.

"Would you like some coffee, tea, energy drink or why not wine or champagne?" he asked while going to the fridge.

"Thought athletes didn't drink alcohol." I raised my eyebrow.

"Sometimes we need it, sweetie." he slightly chuckled and opened the fridge. Did he just call me 'sweetie'?

"Water would be okay, thank you, Mr. Reigns." I heard him chuckling while reaching for the water bottle.

"Nah, don't Mr. me. Just call me Roman...or Joe." he came to me and handed me the water bottle, looking at me dead in the eye.

"Which one do you prefer?" I asked with a little smirk.

"Anything works for me." he shrugged and I thanked him for the water. "My Tribal Chief works the best, though." he said rather innocently and I laughed.

"Yeah, no" I shook my head with a fake smile on my face. "The Tribal Chief stuff is only for camera. I'm not crazy like my uncle" I just got flashbacks from yesterday how he started talking about his Tribal Chief stuff. A fatal 4-way match at the Royal Rumble and Wrestlemania 40.

"There's no way he said this" His whole face is smiling when he laughs, his eyes almost go away. It's adorable, not going to lie.

"He so did" I sighed.

"Paul takes his job very, very seriously and if we're being real there would be no Tribal Chief without him. He made me think of ways that elevated me and my bloodline to a whole new level" Roman suddenly started speaking on a serious note. I am so glad to hear that so many people appreciate my uncle but nothing will ever beat the things he has done for me.

"That's why he is my favorite man ever" I sighed.

I saw Roman reaching out to the cupboard and taking a list from there.

"So here's the schedule." he handed me the paper and Lord, when I saw this, I almost passed out.

"That many appearances? How many promos I have to prepare?" my eyes almost popped out after seeing everything.

"It's Wrestlemania season, baby. It's tough out here." he stroked his gold shiny belt which was over the cupboard.

"Can I hold it?" I said looking at that magnificent championship which was literally dripping in ice.

"Sure. You better get ready to hold it a lot." I stood up and he handed it to me. I put it over my shoulder exactly like uncle does and not gonna lie, I feel powerful.

"Whoa. That's a bit heavier than I imagined." I spoke frankly.

"It looks good on you." Roman complimented me. "Look at yourself." he pointed at the mirror at the other side of the room. It was really looking good on my pleated light brown dress.

"May I wrap it around me?" I asked with enthusiasm.

"Let me do it for you." he took the belt and wrapped it around my waist.

He got a bit closer to me and his muscular figure completely towering over me and I am with heels. I can't imagine if I'm not. His masculine cologne hit my nostrills just right.

My eyes were glued to the mirror.

"You smell so good." he suddenly said and caught me a bit off guard. I had a vanilla smell on me. Basic but always effective.

"Thank you." I managed to say.

"Your waist is so little." he remarked as he chuckled softly and glued the belt. It really looks very big on me. "Are you working out?"

"I do pilates." I replied and turned to him. He had that impressed expression on his face while I was expecting him to criticize me or be skeptical.

"Great. It does a great work." he stated as he was glancing at my body and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I mean in getting in shape." why does he look nervous?

If I don't say something soon, he will probably turn red.

"Well, it can't beat yours." I chuckled slightly. "You probably train for like 8 hours a day or something."

"Sometimes it's 8, it depends. But usually is like two or three." my jaw was on the floor.

"Crazy. I might die if I have to do a workout of yours." I shook my head accepting my fate.

"I can figure something out for you. We can train together sometime." Roman suggested.

"We'll see if I will ever prepare for that...physically and mentally." I gave an uncertain answer.

"Come on. You can make me do some pilates and you make me do weights. I think I'd be a fun hang out."

Hang out.

"Probably." I squinted my eyes trying to visualize him doing some pilates exercises and I couldn't help but laugh. I put my hand on my mouth.

"What did you just envision, young lady?" Roman seemed confused.

"Nothing." I lied. "I just...remembered something funny."

He gave me that look of suspicion, obviously not trusting what I'm saying and I just laughed again.

[mamisfavmosher]

taunting call // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: mommy k!nk, daddy k!nk, suggestive language, etc

summary: reader and Damien are waiting at a hotel for Rhea, Dom, and Finn to get back from Wrestlemania so they can celebrate.

Reader's POV

Rhea, Dom Dom, and Finn had all rightfully been given a match at Wrestlemania 39. All three of them fought hard for this opportunity, but ultimately felt guilty when they heard the news of Damien and I not sharing the spotlight with them. Both of us had missed our chances of going to Hollywood within our respective matches.

To make matters worse, Triple H had planned for Damien and I to do a promotional bit on the other side of the country, so we couldn't be in attendance to support the three superstars. We immediately flew out to California after we were done, but Wrestlemania was already half way over and the Judgment Day members had all gone through their matches. They were required to stay till the end of the event and join in at the after parties, so Damien and I had an extra day alone at the hotel before they got there.

We had been sunbathing by the pool for a few hours when Damien got the incoming facetime call on his phone, a goofy picture of Rhea popping up.

"C'mon, baby. Rhea's calling." With that said, I followed Damien over to our reserved cabana bed, happily lying down in the shaded area. "Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Hey! How's it going?" Rhea and Damien caught up on small talk before I heard her ask for me. "Where's my pretty girl?" I could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Right here! Hi, Mami!" I popped my head into the view of the camera and grinned at her.

"Hey, baby! How are you? You having fun with Damien?" She asked. I slightly scooted over so I was leaning on Priest's chest, more in view for Mami.

"I'm doing great, this place is so much fun! Damien got me like three slushies already!" I beamed and took a sip of the blue ice to emphasize my point. She chuckled as she watched me through the screen. "How was Wrestlemania? You totally kicked Charlotte Flair's butt!"

"It was amazing, and look-" She put the phone down for a second before picking it back up and showing off her new Smackdown Women's Championship. "Looks great on me, doesn't it?" She smirked. Damien and I both admired the new champion in all her glory.

"Fits you perfectly, Mami. We're so so proud of you." I smiled sweetly at her. "Oh! Tell Dom Dom and Finn that we're really proud of them, too! They fought their hardest." I moved off of Damien's chest and moved toward the pool to cool off again, faintly hearing Rhea ask where I went.

Damien flipped the camera so Rhea could watch me saunter over to the water, hiking up my bikini bottoms in the process.

"Priest!" She called out through the speaker. "You let her out of the room wearing that?" Damien chuckled as Rhea referred to my 'skimpier-than-usual' bikini.

"C'mon... You know I'm never one to tell her to put clothes on." He defended himself. "Besides, if you get here soon enough, you might still catch her in it." Damien smirked at Rhea through the phone.

"Damien, don't let her leave the pool area. We're on our way." With that said, Rhea yelled for Dom and Finn to hurry up before ending the call.

"Mami's on her way, princess." Damien smiled at me as I walked back over and snuggled into him on the bed. I gave him a big grin and slurped on some more of my slushy. "Which means I gotta enjoy my last few moments of having you to myself." He smirked, running his hand up and down my back and kissing my cheek.

"All yours, Daddy."

[flemingsfreckles]

Be a Good Teammate pt. 2

Jessie Fleming x USWNT!Reader (also Seattle!Reader)

Read Part 1

Warnings: none, this is a pretty relaxed chapter

WC: 2.8k

A/N: thank you so much for the support on what is now Part 1. Due to how many people requested a continuation of this fic, I figured I’d go for it! This is more of a filler/plot mover part of the story. There will be at least one more part that will be a lot more interesting but if there’s enough interest and I have the ideas, maybe it’ll be many more parts.

It had been a couple weeks since you had talked with Jessie on the field in San Diego. You haven't heard anything from her, not that you were expecting to after she had told you she had a lot on her plate. Not hearing from her had bothered you a bit in the beginning, thoughts of her constantly popping up in your mind. She was a minor distraction. As time went on and you didn’t hear from her you went back to the way you had been before you had seen her. You were able to brush off the thoughts of her easily, getting back into your routine as if you hadn’t even seen her.

Something deep down hoped you’d wake up to a text from her. That hope diminished as the days passed. It wasn't until the week before your team was supposed to take the trip to Portland to play that you heard from her.

Unknown: Hey, this is well overdue but I just wanted to apologize, I was rude to you after the gold cup game. Not an excuse but I was in a pretty rough state. Thanks for what you said too.

Unknown: by the way this is Jessie, I had to get a new number to use in the US. Feel free to delete my UK number. Keep the Canada one, I still use that.

Unknown: I got your number from Coffey.

Unknown: Hope that’s okay. You can just delete this number if you’d rather.

Reading her texts made you smile and let out a small laugh, she texted exactly how she would talk. You can practically hear her voice while reading through the texts, how she probably sat there overthinking each text only to then feel guilty for not just double or triple but quadruple texting you. You clicked on her number, changing her name in your phone to Jessie (USA).

Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard as you thought about responding. Deciding against replying at the moment, you lock your phone again and climb out of bed. You throw on your clothes for training then head to your kitchen to make a quick breakfast and coffee.

Training was rough. It was less that the physical workout was hard, it had actually been a lighter day being only 2 days away from game day. It was rough because you couldn't focus.

Your mind kept drifting to the few texts you had received from Jessie. Had she been thinking about you all these weeks? Why did she wait so long? Maybe she was only thinking about you since you would be seeing her this weekend. But maybe she was thinking of you for other reasons. Maybe she was ready to start being friends? Maybe you could end up as more? All the thoughts related to her were swarming around your head, leading you to be in a fog at practice.

It was embarrassing to say the least, missing touches, overpowering or underpowering your passes, even tripping over your own feet a couple times. After you had fallen to your knees while doing individual dribbling drills, for the third time that day at practice Quinn stepped over to you extending their hand.

“Are you good?” Concern in their eyes as they pulled you up.

“Yeah, just in my own head today.” trying to give a convincing smile shaking your head at your own behavior. You had managed to push Jessie so far back in your mind for years, why was she messing with you now.

“Alright, if you need to talk let me know, or go see the psychologist. The team has them for a reason. We need you to stay on your feet Saturday.” They pat you on the back and go back to finish their dribbling drill.

“Thanks.” You gave Quinn a smile, knowing damn well you wouldn't bring yourself to talk with them. They were one of the best listeners on the team and had heard out your other issues, anxieties and just general venting. There was no way you were going to talk to Quinn about their own national team teammate. You didn’t need it coming back to Jessie that she was on your mind.

You were so thankful when you were called to huddle up and end practice. Heading back to the locker room you peeled your sweaty jersey off, throwing a sweatshirt on instead, grabbing your phone and heading to the trainer’s room. You greeted the staff, walking over to the ice bath and hopping in. The icy water causes goosebumps to appear across your skin. It felt good, you knew it would, you often would use a cold shower to clear your mind, but this counted as your recovery as well so it was a bonus. You stripped off your sweatshirt leaving you standing shivering in your sports bra. You took a deep breath and let your knees give, sinking your whole body under the water.

Under the water was peaceful, quiet, the freezing water causing your brain to go blank, no thoughts of the bad training, no thoughts of Jessie, no thoughts of what to make for dinner tonight, nothing. So you waited, sitting on the bottom of the tub prolonging your peace. Running out of air, you resurfaced to find a few teammates and members of the training staff to be looking at you. Feeling suddenly self conscious you grabbed your sweatshirt throwing it back on. “What?” you harshly asked in the general direction of your teammates. None of them responding, shaking their heads or just looking away.

Before you could make it out of the locker room you heard your name called and saw your coach standing behind you.

“Can you come to my office before you head out?” She asked.

“Yeah no problem, just give me a second to change my shorts, I’ll be right up.” You tried to appear calm on the outside. On the inside you were stressing. Why did she need to talk to you, maybe you were being traded and you'd be able to dodge Jessie longer. Maybe she was taking you off the travel roster, maybe she was going to yell at you for your performance today. You quickly changed into some dry pants and walked over and into the coaching office.

“Go ahead and shut the door.” She pointed behind you when you walked in. Her words make your stomach sink. You sat down, not saying anything, just looking at her across the desk. She finishes up something on the computer, hitting the power button and turning back to face you. She taps her hands on the desk and starts talking. “Look, I’m going to tread lightly here, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Your best attempt at a smile comes across your face.

“You realize why I have to ask, right?” you just nod at her question. “I don't mean to be crass but that was the worst practice you've had since you started here. I get it, everyone has an off day, but that to me looked like a lot more than just an off day.”

“I’m good, I just had a bit on my mind.” She wasn't telling you anything you didn't know but hearing her criticism of your performance hurt, you didn't want to disappoint her.

“Do I need to take you off of our roster for this weekend's game?”

“No!” You're quick to protest her offer. “I promise, I’ll have it sorted by then.” Not sure if you're trying to convince yourself or your coach at this point you keep talking. “You can count on me.”

“I want to believe that, I do. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt on this one, I’ll leave you on the roster, we really need you for this game, but I’d rather not put you out there if your performance is going to look like it did today.”

“Yes Coach, I understand. I’ll be good.”

She turns back to a stack of papers, grabbing off a small slip from the top. She hands it to you, you look at it recognizing the name and contact information of the team’s sports psychologist and the team’s standard psychologist. “Take this, I’m not saying you need to talk to anyone, but it's good information to always have.”

You look up from the paper, thinking it's silly how now two people had recommended that you needed professional help, all over the fact that you had a silly little crush on an old teammate.

“Thanks Coach, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You stood up pushing in the chair behind you, leaving her office. You walked down the hallway back toward the locker room to grab your bag. Before you head out you quickly pack your travel back, throwing in your boots, shin pads, extra socks, tape before dropping the bag at the front of the room where your teammates had placed theirs. You moved back

Part of you cursed Jessie for reaching out, you had been able to push your thoughts of her back in your mind after you had talked but now that she had reached out she was back in the forefront. Opening your phone as you walked out of the training facility, you opened your messages and clicked on Jessie’s name. You opened her contact, frustrated from your performance at practice and causing your coach to consider benching you, you wanted to blame it on her. You hover your finger over the delete button. You then moved your thumb to where it read Block This Number. Before you could think twice you pressed it, the messages from her disappearing, no trace of her new number on your phone. While you were at it you proceeded to delete her number from the UK. You left her Canadian number, she never used that one to talk to you, no harm in it staying. You were hoping blocking her new number would also block the thoughts of her.

You learned very quickly though the night that if anything, blocking her number made Jessie more prominent in your mind. She was in your mind while you drove home. You thought about her while you stood under the cold water of your shower, she was in your mind while you cooked. Trying to distract yourself you grabbed a book and the book worked. It kept Jessie out of your mind until you realized how much you liked the book, one of the best ones you had read in a while. You decided to open GoodReads, immediately closing it when the first thing you saw upon opening the app was Jessie’s name, she had recently rated a book. You had forgotten that you were even friends on the app, you hadn't read or rated a book in a long time. Deciding you’ve had enough, you pull yourself off the couch and into the bedroom to try and get some sleep.

Setting your alarm for the next morning, you climbed into bed, deciding to count sheep to prevent your mind from wandering. It took many minutes of tossing and turning before you were able to fall asleep. Despite the long day you had mentally and physically, sleep did not come easy. Unfortunately, once you were asleep, you didn’t stay asleep long, feeling restless when you woke up for the fourth time that night, the sky was still dark outside. You roll over checking the time 3:18am. Still half asleep you reach for your phone, sliding it open. Squinting at the bright light you find your settings, opening your list of blocked numbers, finding Jessie’s you click unblock. You open your messages, type in her name and then a message.

You: No problem, see you Saturday.

You're not sure what you're saying no problem to, if it's because she apologized, if it's because she thanked you for talking to her or if it's to the fact that she had asked Sam for your number. Sleep is still fogging your brain. You hit send, shut off your phone and roll over hoping you can get some more sleep before your alarm wakes you.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. You gave yourself an extra hour in the morning to pack before you had to meet at the stadium to travel. You threw on your travel sweats and shirt before throwing an assortment of sweatpants, t-shirts, and shorts into a bag, not caring what you packed for the 3 day trip. Moving into the bathroom you packed your toiletries, before heading back to your bedroom to grab your phone and the charger.

Jessie (USA): See you Saturday.

You do a double take at the message, last remembering that you had blocked her number. You open it, seeing that you, in fact, had not blocked her but instead you had texted her at 3 in the morning. “Oh you idiot,” you insulted yourself. You threw your phone in your pocket while packing your charger in your bag.

It wasn't long until you were sitting on the bus, stretching your body across two seats, trying to get comfortable. The buses had to be one of the most uncomfortable parts of playing, unfortunately Portland was considered too close to justify a plane ride. You were reading over the itinerary that had been handed out. You were scheduled for a light practice this evening followed by designated stretching and recovery time, then it was dinner and lights out. Looking to Saturday you saw the early arrival time, the game starting at Noon, pitch walk just before that, and time to warm up. After the game you had recovery for an hour followed by the words “Free Time” It wasn't uncommon for you to get freetime after game days when you were traveling, it was nice to explore where you were playing or just getting to hang out, unregulated, with your teammates. Sunday consisted of a practice in the morning, then more free time, followed by the bus ride back in the evening. The large amount of free time on this trip caught your eye, giving you an idea as you dig your phone out from your pocket. You open it to Jessie’s messages again and start typing.

You: If you're up for it, dinner Saturday night?

You realize that feels a bit forward, adding a second message.

You: You can bring a teammate too if you want, it doesn't just have to be us.

Seconds after you send it you see the bubble indicating Jessie is typing pop up, you lock your phone and toss it as if it's on fire into the seat that your legs are resting on. You feel it vibrate against your calf, indicating she had responded. Instead of reaching for your phone you remain still, staring at it. It’s only once the phone vibrates again reminding you that you had a text that you reach and pick it up. Involuntarily you hold your breath and turn on the screen.

Jessie (USA): That would be nice.

The gray bubble appears again.

Jessie (USA): just us

You let the air out of your chest, feeling relieved at her response. She wanted to see you. She wanted to see you, just the two of you. A smile grows on your face as you read over her messages again and again.

You: sounds good, may need some recommendations on dinner locations

This time when you see her typing you hold onto your phone. Watching as the bubble appears for a few seconds before disappearing and reappearing

Jessie (USA): I’ll figure something out and let you know

You begin to type out “sounds like a date” before deciding that it’s a little too forward, against it, deleting it and changing it.

You: perfect!

You waited, seeing if she would respond, not that there was much to respond to but part of you hoped she’d say something else. When she doesn't you shut off your phone. You lean your head back so it rests against the window and you're looking at the ceiling of the bus. You let out a sigh of relief. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest for the first time in two days. You now knew she didn't completely hate you, you knew she was willing to let you talk with her again.

Feeling last night's lack of sleep catches up with you, your eyes close and you’re able to drift peacefully asleep, your brain no longer filled with anxieties or concerns about Jessie, you remain asleep until the bus stops and you hear your teammates gathering their belongings to get off the bus. You were finally in Portland.

[fantasticalleigh]

watching the new CVV interview with Bayley and i love it and i love her even more now here's some takeaways from it (i know a lot of you prob already know this but my love/appreciation for Bayley is relatively new so this is all new to me):

-AJ Lee was a heavy influence for Bayley growing up and potentially saved her from getting fired when B was struggling to adapt to WWE's work culture + her own identity (i.e not fitting in with the other Divas)

-the story behind the birth of Hugger Bayley (she hugged AJ Lee once during a match and the crowd popped so hard AJ told her to do it two more times but to run her into the post too)

-she's been struggling finding herself/her character as a face. she knows fans haven't responded to her recent character work/runs because of that and it frustrates her but she's trying her best. she also acknowledged her post WM 40 run wasn't what she hoped it would be.

-talks very very positively about Lyra and knowing that if she left now she's leaving the women's division in great hands

-alludes to there being a larger problem behind her 2020 (or was it 2021) injury and credits that to why she was out longer than usual. also says that because of that injury there's a lot of things she can't do as well anymore (running/jumping etc)

-talks about why she changed her finisher after turning face. it's easier on her body and though she didn't say it outright, i got the feeling it affects her when people talk about how much they hate her current finisher :(

-talks about her special relationship with Michael Cole and how she loves talking to him/giving him notes about things they could do/say when she has matches. talks about you can't always be guaranteed to be able to talk to Triple H but Cole having such a wealth of information that not many people tap into but she genuinely loves working with him even when they rip on each other.

-(at chris's prompting) she does express frustration with feeling there's a lack of respect from the IWC towards her. "What am i missing? ...That's the one thing that still gets to me...." she talks about despite being one of the four Horsewomen (and wrestling Charlotte's first ever match and being signed to the company before Becky) that she still doesn't feel like she's on their level.

-Chris: "After the Rumble last year CM Punk said something like 'put some respect on her name'" Bayley: "yeah" (laughs) Chris: "He had a really good point. You won the Royal Rumble and you're not even in the press conference." Bayley: "yeah. Yeah. There's a lot of moments like that, I feel like. I don't get on the press conference, I don't get on the (WM 40) posters, I don't get to do the talk shows--you know, I don't know what else to do. And there's no heat backstage or anything like that. (talks about her good relationships with Hunter etc...)" Chris: "And how do you not take that personally? You're being told you're winning the RR and you win and do the point and everything. " Bayley: "Yeah." Chris: "And then it's like, 'what now?'" Bayley: (not making eye contact) "I know. It's like....by the time comes out this is gonna be even...um..." Chris: "What does that mean?" Bayley: (laughs) "It's hard. It's hard. Sometimes I think that's what keeps me here (holds her hand flat to measure up to mid-level). Is because I don't go freaking kicking doors down going, "I'm not doing that. Why would I do that? I'm fucking Bayley, why would I do that??' But I don't do that. Whatever they give me--and I learned this from Cena and from Rey--whatever they give you, it's like--make it work. So that's always what I've tried to do. And I'll come up with ideas and pitches and I've learned that like sometimes if you get told whatever the creative is and you're not happy with it and then i go and say 'hey, what if we do this instead?' and then they say no. I feel worse after that than i felt after the original creative. And then I'm like 'okay how bad do i want to feel today' or 'should i just accept what they gave me?' or should i just make it as best as i can and then they'll be like "damn, she made that work! let's go this way instead!"

listen if this is all groundwork for her turning heel again (which I doubt bc she genuinely looked and sounded like she was speaking from the heart/ repressing emotion even though she spoke so respectfully) then i'll happily let myself get worked over this but at the same time she deserves so much better and all the respect <3 :(

bayley guess what babe you've got a new superfan now!

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