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No Nut November...or Not

SUMMARY: When a harmless bar conversation turns into a bet about who can last the longest during No Nut November, the stakes are set. They both assume they can outlast the other without breaking a sweat. What they don’t anticipate is you–their mischievous partner–who takes it as a personal challenge to make the month as impossible as humanly possible. Because why should they get to have all the fun?

A/N: Thank you so much to the Nonny who sent in this request! This one is a little more outside my comfort zone than what I normally write, but I think it turned out okay. Please let me know how you feel about it!

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT. (Lingerie, Spanking, Slight Dom, Unprotected Sex (be responsible people), P in V (reverse cowgirl), Voyeurism/Exhibitionism (not sure if this counts in a poly relationship but including it in case)

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

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The Hard Deck was alive with its usual hum of chatter and laughter, the jukebox belting out an old rock anthem. You leaned back in your chair, nursing a cold beer as you watched Jake and Bradley settle into their usual rhythm.

Jake smirked, his signature cocky grin firmly in place as he tipped his bottle toward Bradley. “Face it, Bradshaw, you just can’t handle the pressure. That’s why I’m better at pretty much everything.”

Bradley rolled his eyes, though the twitch of his jaw betrayed his annoyance. “You keep telling yourself that, Bagman. Last time I checked, you couldn’t keep up with me in the air…let alone other places.”

His gaze then shifted to you and he shot you a wink. You hid your smile behind your bottle, enjoying the way their bickering played out like clockwork. It was endearing in its own way, how the two of them always seemed to push each other just to prove who could come out on top.

“Alright, alright,” you interjected, setting your drink down and tilting your head at them. “What’s it going to be this time? Another darts match? Arm wrestling in the middle of Penny’s bar?”

“Don’t even think about it boys,” she interjects from behind the bar causing your lips to curve into a smirk.

Jake turned to you with a gleam in his eye, his grin widening. “Nah, that would be too easy, sweetheart. I’m thinking something better. Something that requires real willpower.”

Bradley scoffed, but there was a flicker of curiosity on his face. “What are you thinking, Hangman?”

Jake leaned forward, bracing one elbow on the table. “No Nut November.”

The words hung in the air for a beat before you burst out laughing, nearly spilling your beer. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m dead serious.” Jake looked over at Bradley, his eyes glinting with challenge. “Think you’ve got the guts to keep it together for a whole month, Bradshaw? Or are you gonna fold like you always do?”

Bradley narrowed his eyes, his lips curving into a slow, confident smile. “You’re on. But don’t come crying to me when you lose after, what, three days?”

“Three days?” Jake repeated mock outrage in his tone. “I’ve got steel discipline, Bradshaw. You’re the one who’s always got his head in the clouds.”

“Oh, this is good,” you said, shaking your head in amusement. You could already tell where this was headed, and it was going to be entertaining, to say the least

“What’s the wager?” Bradley asked, his eyes not leaving Jake.

“The usual,” Jake said with a shrug. “Loser has to do whatever the winner says. No complaints, no excuses.”

Bradley nodded, extending his hand across the table. “Deal.”

They shook on it, their grips firm and their gazes locked in mutual defiance. You snipped your beer, biting back a grin as an idea began to form in your mind.

If they were really going to go through with this, you might as well make it interesting. After all, wasn’t it your duty as their partner to keep them on their toes?

“I hope you two are ready,” you said, your voice deceptively sweet as you leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand. “Because I’m not about to make this easy for either of you.”

Jake arched a brow, his smirk faltering just slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

Bradley’s eyes flicked to yours, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension flashing across his face. But neither of them had the chance to respond before you stood, finishing the last of your drink and setting the bottle down with a soft clink.

“Good luck, boys,” you said, giving them a wink before walking away.

Behind you, you could hear Jake muttering, “What the hell does that mean?”

The next evening, the glow of the Hard Deck’s neon lights and the buzz of competitive banter were a distant memory. In their place was the soft hum of music drifting from the living room speaker and the warmth of home-cooked comfort filling the air.

Jake and Bradley’s off-base apartment had always been a haven of sorts—a space where the three of you could unwind, trading the chaos of your days for shared laughter and easy companionship, and a lot of physicality. Tonight was no different.

You stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and a grin tugging at your lips as you recalled the way Jake and Bradley had shaken on their bet the night before, each so sure of their resolve. It was all in good fun, of course, but watching them try to outlast each other was going to be a source of endless entertainment. Especially if you had anything to say about it.

The smell of garlic and herbs filled the cozy apartment kitchen as you stirred a simmering pot on the stove. Bradley leaned beside you, chopping vegetables with steady precision, while Jake stood at the counter, tossing together a salad. It was a rare quiet evening for the three of you, the kind of domestic tranquility that felt all the more special amidst the chaos of naval schedules.

You glanced at Bradley out of the corner of your eye. He was focused on his task, the rhythmic thwack of the knife against the cutting board filling the space between the three of you.

Setting the spoon aside, you turned toward him, brushing your hand lightly along the small of his back as you reached for the bowl beside him. “Thanks for helping out,” you said, your voice casual but laced with a subtle warmth.

“No problem,” Bradley replied, his tone as calm as ever. He didn’t look up from the cutting board, his focus unbroken.

Undeterred, you let your fingers linger a moment longer than necessary before pulling away, casually brushing against his forearm as you leaned over to grab a kitchen towel. Still no reaction—though you noticed the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth.

From across the kitchen, Jake chuckled softly. You looked over your shoulder to find him watching with a smug grin, one eyebrow raised as if to say, “Really? Is that all you’ve got?”

Game on.

Turning back to Bradley, you stepped closer, reaching for the bowl of chopped veggies just as he finished. 

“Let me get that,” you said, letting your fingers trail along his wrist as you took the bowl from him. This time, there was the faintest flicker of something in his expression, but he quickly masked it, his lips curving into an almost imperceptible smirk.

“Thanks,” you said sweetly, placing the bowl on the counter and brushing past Jake on your way to the fridge.

You could feel his eyes on you, but he didn’t say a word, his hands continuing to toss the salad with deliberate nonchalance. Smiling to yourself, you opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of wine, taking your time as you returned to the counter.

Jake didn’t react when you sidled up beside him, leaning slightly against his arm as you reached for a corkscrew. But when your fingers brushed his wrist—lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of his skin—his hands faltered, sending a stray piece of lettuce tumbling onto the floor.

“Oops,” you murmured, hiding your grin as you grabbed the corkscrew and stepped back. You almost painfully slow, bent down to pick up the lettuce, making sure the skirt you were wearing slid up giving Jake just the tiniest glimpse of the frilly lace of your underwear peeking out at him.

Jake shot you a look, his smirk slipping for a fraction of a second before he composed himself. 

“Careful there, darlin’,” he said, his voice smooth but with a slight edge as his hand moved to your hip.

From the corner of your eye, you caught Bradley glancing over, his smirk now firmly in place. “What’s wrong, Seresin? You’re not getting distracted, are you?”

Jake’s jaw tightened just enough for you to notice, and you bit back a laugh, turning your attention back to the wine. 

“Oh, don’t tease him, Bradshaw,” you said innocently, pouring three glasses with careful precision. “I’m sure he’s fine.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but he said nothing, instead focusing intently on his salad as if it were the most important task in the world.

You smiled to yourself, setting the glasses on the counter. This was going to be even more fun than you thought.

Dinner was ready not long after, and the three of you settled at the small dining table tucked against the window. The kitchen lights cast a soft glow over the scene, the faint hum of music still playing in the background. Plates were filled with the fruits of your collective labor: roasted chicken, sautéed vegetables, and a fresh salad that Jake had insisted was “restaurant-quality.”

You took the first bite, savoring the flavors as they hit your tongue. But instead of keeping the reaction to yourself, you let out a quiet, almost breathy moan, closing your eyes as though the simple taste of the meal was enough to send you to heaven.

When you opened your eyes, you caught both Jake and Bradley staring, their forks paused midair. Their gazes flicked to each other in a brief, wordless exchange before they simultaneously looked down at their plates, the muscles in their jaws tensing as they focused a little too intently on their food.

Suppressing a grin, you stabbed another piece of chicken with your fork, dragging it slowly through the sauce before taking another bite, this time pulling the utensil from your lips with an exaggerated slowness. You made sure the movement was subtle enough to seem natural—just enough to plant the idea without making it obvious.

The effect was immediate. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake shift in his seat, adjusting his posture in a way that suggested he was trying to ignore you. Across from him, Bradley chewed with deliberate focus, his expression unreadable except for the faint tightness in his jaw.

“Everything okay?” you asked innocently, looking between the two of them.

“Fine,” Jake said quickly, his tone light but clipped. He took a long drink of water, his eyes trained firmly on his plate as if it held the answers to all of life’s mysteries.

“Yeah, fine,” Bradley echoed, though his voice carried a hint of strain as he reached for the salad bowl, pretending to busy himself with serving more.

You leaned back in your chair, letting the silence settle for a moment before leaning forward again, your fingers brushing against the edge of your fork. There was a bit of sauce clinging to the tip, and instead of reaching for a napkin, you raised the utensil to your lips, your tongue darting out to catch the stray droplet.

It wasn’t dramatic—barely more than a flick—but the tension in the room crackled like static electricity. Jake’s fork clattered against his plate, and Bradley muttered something under his breath, though neither of them said anything directly.

Satisfied, you straightened in your chair and continued eating, keeping your movements deliberately slow and casual. You were playing the long game, after all, and the night was still young.

The evening stretched on, the kind of Saturday night that carried the promise of an easygoing, relaxed vibe. But the air between the three of you had changed. Every glance, every subtle movement felt charged, as if all the teasing from dinner was quietly simmering beneath the surface, waiting for something to tip it over the edge.

As the game time drew near, you decided to take a break, excusing yourself with a casual, “I’ll be right back. Gonna get comfy for the game.”

Jake barely looked up, his attention already focused on the TV screen as he pulled up the Longhorns' game schedule. Bradley nodded absently, taking another sip of his beer.

You made your way toward Jake’s bedroom. His closet door creaked open, and you moved quickly, your fingers brushing past the shirts hanging neatly in a row until you found it—the burnt orange jersey. You had no intention of wearing it the traditional way, though.

Next, you turned your attention to the bottom drawer of Jake’s dresser. The one that, over time, had become a place for a few of your things—your stuff from nights spent at their place, the clothes you didn’t mind leaving behind. You sifted through the familiar pile, your fingers grazing the fabric until you found what you were looking for. The lacy black thong with the satin bow on the back, a gift from Bradley on your birthday last year.

A smile tugged at your lips as you stripped out of your clothes, quickly slipping into the thong and then pulling the jersey over your head. The fabric settled comfortably against your skin, the oversized fit doing little to hide the outline of what you were really wearing underneath.

When you emerged from the bedroom, your eyes met the living room where the guys were settling in. Jake was already lounging on the couch, the TV lighting up his face as he focused on pulling up the game. Bradley was standing near the fridge, mid-drink when he saw you. His hand froze, the bottle of beer almost slipping from his grip. His eyes widened, his throat bobbing as he took in the sight of you in nothing but the jersey.

Jake’s gaze flickered over to you, eyes widening for just a moment before he cleared his throat, his focus shifting back to the screen as though it was the most important thing in the world. But you could see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tightened against the remote as if it were somehow anchoring him.

Bradley, on the other hand, had a harder time hiding it. His eyes followed you across the room, the surprise quickly turning into something unreadable, but not before his lips parted as though he might say something—until he caught himself. Instead, he looked down at his beer, taking a long swig to steady himself.

You smirked, casually flopping down on the couch beside Jake, making sure to let the fabric of the jersey shift just enough to give him a better view of what you were wearing—or, more accurately, not wearing underneath.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Jake’s hand settled on your thigh, warm and heavy, sending a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the cool air from the open window. You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder, and wrapped your arms around his arm for good measure, leaning in close to him.

As you shifted your position, tilting your knees slightly, you felt the jersey ride up a bit higher, just enough for the lacy black thong to peek out from beneath the fabric. It was a calculated move, knowing full well that Bradley would notice.

Sure enough, when he finally settled back onto the couch on the other side of you, his gaze flickered down. His hand, perhaps on autopilot, reached out, brushing against your nearly bare skin, and you couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips. Bradley’s fingers squeezed the flesh there, just a little too long, a little too possessively, before he quickly pulled his hand away, his eyes darting up to meet yours.

You tilted your head back into Jake’s side, letting out a soft, content sigh, and allowed yourself to sink into his warmth. The move was deliberate, a subtle taunt that made Bradley’s jaw clench and his nostrils flare. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t quite keep his eyes off you, and you reveled in the power you held over the two men tonight.

“Enjoying the game?” Jake asked, his voice low, as if he didn’t want to break the spell you’d cast. His fingers tightened on your thigh, pressing just enough to remind you of his presence.

“Mmm,” you replied, letting the sound linger in the air, your breath warm against his neck.

Jake leaned in closer, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered, “You know, you’re really playing a dangerous game, don’t you think?”

You looked up at him, your expression innocent, the tease in your eyes impossible to hide. “Maybe,” you replied coyly, “but I think it’s one you’ll both enjoy losing.”

The game continued, but the real action was unfolding right in front of Jake and Bradley. You could feel their eyes on you—the weight of their attention was undeniable. Jake’s hand had barely moved from your thigh, and Bradley’s fingers lingered there, giving you little indication that he had any intention of stopping. They were both wound tight, and you were enjoying every minute of it.

As the Longhorns scored a touchdown, the roar from the crowd on the TV mixed with your own excited gasp. Without thinking, you jumped to your feet, the burst of energy sending you bouncing up and down in celebration. You felt the jersey ride up as you raised your arms, the fabric lifting just enough to expose the small, barely-there thong underneath.

Your ass swayed with each bounce, the thong almost completely exposed, offering a perfect view of your bare skin to both men. The sensation of their eyes locked on you was intoxicating, but you didn’t stop. You made sure every movement was deliberate, a tease designed to keep them both hooked.

Finally, you turned around, your back to them now. The jersey hung just low enough to cover your front but did nothing to hide the thong from their view. You felt their stares burning into you, the tension between the three of you palpable in the air.

With a grin, you smirked over your shoulder, catching their eyes before saying, “Man, I love football.”

Jake shifted uncomfortably, his hand now tight around the beer bottle in his lap, but he didn’t say anything. Bradley, on the other hand, couldn’t hide his reaction. His jaw clenched, his lips pressing together in frustration. His hand moved to the front of his jeans, adjusting himself. It was as if he couldn’t stop himself, like every instinct he had was telling him to do something more.

The tension in the room was unbearable, and you could practically feel the moment when Bradley’s restraint finally snapped. As you smirked over your shoulder, still reveling in the heat of their gazes, you noticed the way his hands tightened into fists at his sides. His jaw was locked, his body rigid as he tried—unsuccessfully—to stay composed.

Then, without warning, he shot up from the couch. “Screw this,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough, filled with frustration.

Before you could even react, he was on you. One moment, you were standing in front of him, and the next, he had you hoisted effortlessly over his shoulder. You gasped in surprise, but the only response from him was a determined growl.

You kicked your legs slightly, but it was no use. Bradley had you completely at his mercy, carrying you down the hallway toward his room with a purposeful stride.

Jake called out from the living room, his voice laced with disbelief. “Bradshaw—what the hell are you doing?”

But Bradley didn’t even look back, his focus solely on you as he carried you down the hall, ignoring whatever punishment Jake might throw at him. The bet? The consequences? They didn’t matter in that moment. All that mattered was the desire that had been building up in him, the need to finally act on everything he’d been holding back.

When he reached the door to his room, he kicked it open with one swift motion, stepping inside and slamming it shut behind him. As soon as it was closed, he dropped you onto the bed, his eyes dark with intensity.

“You’ve been teasing us all night,” he growled, voice thick with desire. “I couldn’t take it anymore.”

You smirked, already knowing that you had pushed him too far. But that didn’t stop you from playing along, feeling the thrill of victory in the way you’d slowly unraveled him.

Bradley didn’t care about the bet anymore. All he cared about was you, and right now, that was enough.

As Bradley moved over you, his hands working the black thong off of your body with an urgency that matched the heat in his eyes, you felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The door swung open with a creak, and there, standing in the doorway, was Jake. His smirk was wide, his eyes gleaming with that same cocky confidence, but there was a sharpness to it now—a flicker of something darker beneath the surface.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before him. His eyes shifted between you and Bradley, taking in the sight of the thong being discarded carelessly to the side. The silence that followed was thick with tension, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air.

Bradley’s fingers paused for a moment, as if sensing Jake’s presence, but his focus quickly returned to you. The momentary distraction was all Jake needed. Without breaking his smirk, Jake pushed off the doorframe and strode confidently across the room.

“Bradley, step back, baby,” Jake’s voice was low, filled with a knowing taunt. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still on you as he placed a hand on your waist, guiding you down across his lap.

You gasped, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding through you as you found yourself positioned across his strong legs. Your heart raced, but the smirk never left your face.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Jake’s voice was suddenly darker, his tone shifting as he ran a finger down your spine. “You think you can tease us both, and get away with it?” He gave you a playful, but firm tap on the back of your thigh, the sting shocking you.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips to your ear. “Well, it’s time somebody put you in your place.”

Bradley watched, still breathing heavily as he stood at the foot of the bed, his hands flexing with restrained hunger. The game had changed entirely. You had crossed a line, and now, both men knew it was their turn to take control.

Jake’s grip tightened around your waist, pulling you closer as he positioned you more firmly across his lap. He traced a finger across the curve of your backside, his voice rough as he said, “This isn’t over, sweetheart. Not by a long shot.”

The first smack comes without warning, a startled cry leaving your lips as you feel the sting of Jake’s hand.

“That’s one. You’ve got nine more. Think you can handle it?”

You nodd, but Jake just makes a tsk tsk tsk noise with his mouth before delivering another smack to the same spot.

“Use your words. We’re back to one. I can do this all night.”

“Yes. Yes, I can handle it.”

You hear Jake let out a low chuckle before saying, “Damn right you can, baby.”

The final smack echoed through the room, sharper than the rest, and you couldn't suppress the gasp that left your lips. A wave of heat rushed through you, a mix of sting and longing building in your body. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, the tension of the moment overwhelming.

Jake’s hand lingered, resting gently on your sore skin, the warmth of his palm contrasting with the burn of the smacks. For a brief moment, there was silence. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the weight of his touch seemed to calm you, despite the ache.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer now, but still full of command. His hand moved slowly, rubbing circles into your tender skin, soothing the burn as he spoke. "You did so well for me."

You could hear the pride in his voice, and feel the shift in his demeanor as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. It was a small, almost gentle gesture, but it spoke volumes in the context of everything that had just transpired.

His fingers traced along your back now, his touch lighter, almost tender. "I know you can take it," he continued, his tone warm. "You’ve been so good for us tonight."

The praise was enough to stir something inside you—something that made the lingering sting worth it. He could still dominate you, but in this moment, you were his, and he took care of you in a way that felt like both power and care.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen next, sweetheart,” Jake says. “Bradley here is going to lay on his bed, and you’re going to ride him, reverse cowgirl so he can watch that pretty ass bounce as your ride him. And so I can watch your perfect tits bounce.” You involuntarily squeeze your thighs together at his words. “And I’m going to stand at the end of the bed and I want your eyes on me the whole time. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” Jake says before helping you up off his lap.

The moment you lift yourself off Jake’s lap, there’s a quiet shift in the room. The tension in the room grows as you crawl up the bed, hovering over Bradley, who’s now lying back on the bed, his eyes dark with hunger but also something else–softness, a trace of tenderness mixed with the primal need.

As you settle above him, the weight of your body supported by your hands on either side of his chest, Bradley’s hands reach up to pull you down. He doesn’t waste a second, his lips finding yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. The kiss is almost electric, his lips hungry, but gentle enough to make you melt against him. The urgency fades slightly, and you find yourself losing a bit of control as you sink into the warmth of his embrace. His hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you close as if he doesn’t want to let you go.

The kiss deepens, and for a moment, everything else falls away. It's just the two of you, your bodies pressing together, the soft sound of your breathing filling the space between you. You feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and warm, grounding you in this moment. It’s different with Bradley—there’s a tenderness there, something that contrasts with the more commanding side Jake showed earlier.

When you pull away, your lips still tingling, you can see the quiet satisfaction in Bradley’s eyes. His hands slip down your sides, tracing the outline of your body as if committing every inch of you to memory.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire, but there’s a softness to it, a reverence that makes your chest tighten.

You smile, leaning in to kiss him again, but this time it’s slower, more deliberate, and you can feel the shift between you—less about the tease, less about the game, and more about the connection.

You shift, moving so that your back is now towards Bradley, and your gaze finds Jake’s. The electricity between you three is palpable, the air thick with the kind of unspoken connection that runs deep. You can feel Bradley’s hands on your waist, steadying you, but it’s Jake’s eyes that hold your attention now—dark, intent, but filled with something else. There’s a depth in his gaze, a silent understanding, a promise that whatever happens next, it’s about the three of you as one.

You reach down, tugging the burnt orange jersey off, letting it fall to the floor in a fluid motion, leaving yourself exposed before them. The vulnerability stirs something within you—both exhilarating and grounding at once. With each passing second, the trust between you grows stronger, the knowledge that you're not just being seen, but truly understood, is almost overwhelming.

You pause, locking eyes with Jake, and the tension rises again. His presence is commanding, but it's the gentle weight of his gaze that gives you the confidence to continue. Slowly, you begin to lower yourself, the movement calculated and deliberate, not just for them, but for yourself. 

Bradley’s hands guide you, steadying you as you move closer to him. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the stretch of Bradley as you sink further and further onto him.

“Uh uh. Eyes on me, baby.” Jake reminds you.

You nod and open your eyes, yours immediately find Jake’s green ones. They’re darker than normal, laced with desire and need.

“You’re perfect,” Bradley whispers, his voice thick with emotion. You can feel the weight of his words, not just in his tone, but in how his hands trace over your skin, grounding you in this moment.

You stay locked on Jake’s gaze, the intensity of his eyes grounding you in the moment. The air between you two feels thick, like a promise that’s been quietly building, waiting to be fulfilled. His face softens, but there’s a quiet strength in it that makes your heart race. 

Bradley’s hands move to your waist, his touch steady and sure. He guides you gently, helping you find your rhythm as your body begins to move, slow and deliberate. His touch is a contrast to Jake’s silent command—Bradley’s touch is soft, like a grounding force, holding you steady.

You feel the heat rising, your chest tightening as the tension builds. But through it all, Jake’s eyes never leave yours. There’s something magnetic about the way he watches, as though he’s seeing you—every part of you—in a way that makes you feel both vulnerable and safe, all at once. His jaw tightens as he shifts, the intensity in his gaze never faltering.

With every small movement, every shift of your body, you feel the pressure building. Your breaths come quicker, your heart racing as Bradley’s hands guide you.

“S-shit,” you hear Bradley mutter from beneath you, causing you to clench around him.

Bradley’s hands move to your back, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns against your skin. His touch is tender, guiding you closer, helping you reach a place of intensity that feels almost overwhelming.

And then, it comes—like a wave crashing over you. You can feel the pressure building, the world narrowing down to the feeling of Bradley’s hands on your skin, his body beneath you, and Jake’s steady gaze pulling you deeper. Every part of you is alive, connected, and entwined in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Your breath catches as the moment hits, your body trembling as you reach the peak. Your eyes never leave Jake’s, and for a brief moment, everything else fades away. There’s nothing but the bond between the three of you—the love, the trust, the unspoken understanding that this is where you’re meant to be. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit.” Bradley grunts as you feel ropes of his seed release into you.

You collapse on the bed against Bradley, your body spent and trembling, Jake’s smile softens, a quiet satisfaction in his eyes.

“You’re incredible,” Bradley whispers, pulling you into him, his hands still on your back as he kisses the top of your head. His voice is filled with a tenderness.

“You’re perfect,” Jake adds softly, his voice low and comforting.

Bradley shifts beside you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he looks over at Jake. There’s a quiet moment between them, an unspoken understanding passing between the two. With a soft chuckle, Bradley pushes himself up from the bed, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer before he speaks.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Jake, you wanna take care of her while I’m gone?” he asks, the affection in his voice evident.

Jake’s response is immediate, his eyes softening as he watches you. “Of course,” he says, his voice low but filled with warmth.

As Bradley moves to the bathroom, Jake crawls onto the bed beside you, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. His presence is a steady, comforting weight as he shifts closer, opening his arms for you. You don’t hesitate, scooting over to him, seeking the comfort of his embrace.

You curl into him, your body instinctively leaning into his warmth as your head rests against his chest. The steady beat of his heart is a calming rhythm beneath your ear, and you let out a soft sigh of contentment, the tension of the last few minutes slowly ebbing away.

Jake wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer, his hand gently stroking your hair as he settles against the pillows. His touch is soothing, almost protective, and it fills you with a sense of security that you can’t quite put into words.

“You did so well,” Jake murmurs, his voice soft and tender. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his fingers tracing light patterns on your back. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

You smile against his chest, the words washing over you like a balm. You can feel the warmth of his body, the affection in every movement, and it’s all you need right now. The bond between the three of you feels unspoken but undeniable, and in this moment, everything feels right.

As you settle more comfortably against Jake, his arms holding you close, you allow yourself to fully relax, your body melting into his embrace. The soft sound of Bradley’s footsteps in the bathroom fades into the background as you lose yourself in the warmth of Jake’s care.

The world outside this room doesn’t matter right now. There’s only the three of you, your trust, and the quiet love that lingers in the space between. And for the moment, that’s all you need.

As the warmth of Jake’s embrace settles around you, the exhaustion from the long day and the intensity of everything that’s happened begin to catch up with you. Your body feels heavy, your mind slowly unwinding as the last threads of wakefulness start to slip away. You’re so close to falling asleep, the soothing rhythm of Jake’s heartbeat lulling you deeper into comfort.

But then, there’s a soft rustle of movement. You feel the bed shift slightly, and soon, Bradley is back. He’s holding a warm washcloth, the scent of soap and something faintly floral filling the air as he gently presses it against your skin. The touch is tender, careful, as he begins to clean you up, his fingers moving gently over you.

“Let me know if I’m being too rough,” Bradley murmurs softly, his voice a whisper in the quiet room, his gaze focused on his task. There’s no rush in his movements, only a quiet affection, as he takes care of you.

Once he finishes, he places the cloth aside, his hand lingering for just a moment before he pulls back. You feel the bed dip as he moves around, and then, in the next moment, he’s crawling onto the bed beside you. His arms slip around your waist from behind, pulling you into him, and you easily melt back into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against your back.

You’re trapped now, but it doesn’t feel like a prison. Bradley’s strong chest presses against your back, his arms holding you securely while Jake, still on the other side of you, continues to hold you close. The two of them surround you, their presence comforting, and you can’t help but feel safe in their arms.

“Comfy?” Bradley murmurs against your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

You nod slightly, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Wouldn’t want to fall asleep any other way.”

The steady sound of their breathing, the warmth of their bodies, and the quiet intimacy of the moment all wash over you. You can feel yourself drifting, your body sinking into the bed, the pull of sleep becoming harder to resist.

Just as your mind starts to fade, you hear Jake’s voice, light and teasing, cutting through the soft lull of the room.

“So, Bradshaw,” Jake begins, his tone dripping with playful mockery. “Not even twenty-four hours, huh?”

Bradley chuckles softly behind you, his fingers idly tracing circles on your waist as he gives a quiet, amused grunt. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I don’t need to prove anything to you.”

Jake snorts, a low, amused laugh slipping from his lips. “Right, but it’s nice to know you’re still a little bit predictable.”

You can hear the affection in Jake’s voice, his teasing not mean-spirited but filled with that familiar bond that the three of you share. As the sound of their laughter and gentle banter continues, the exhaustion pulls you under, and you finally surrender to sleep, the two men’s arms around you the last thing on your mind as you drift away.

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Hey there!

The Samijey anon again here. I saw you post requests are open for WWE characters, thought I'd shoot my shot again. But obviously no pressure at all. In case you forgot..

https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/750101779991183360/hey-there-im-not-usually-that-much-of-a-finn-x?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/750138178539831296/thats-sweet-of-you-to-reply-looking-forward-to?source=share

Anyway if at all, I was wondering if you could please do a Fic about them. You can do whatever you like, although if there is smut, I'd luv it if it were bottom Jey. Although as mentioned last time a bit of Jealous Jey would be fun too. Anyway thanks for indulging me and being so nice to me last time. Won't be offended if you say no to this as its not your usual ship. 💕

Happily!

The following is a Sami Zayn x Jey Uso fic that has turned into a three-parter. Enjoy!

Warnings for this section: Jealousy, depression, alcohol/intoxication, excessive drinking, throwing up

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Gimme Another Shot (Part 1/3): Then

Jey Uso hated seeing Sami Zayn anything less than happy - it almost physically pained him. So when he informed Sami that he had arranged for the two of them to meet up with Kevin Owens, the grin forming under the bushy ginger beard and tackle of a hug he received in response was a relief. Sami’s warm embrace was returned immediately, making Jey’s heart soar - until it ran into the clear, glass window that was Sami’s verbal response as the hug ended:

“I can’t wait to see Kevin! I miss him already.”

That’s why he was happy: to see his old tag team partner. Never mind the thought and effort Jey had put into this, keeping it a secret until the last minute. But tonight was about Sami, so Jey’s smile never faltered the entire walk to the bar - though his eyes now lacked a certain spark.

Once the two of them were in sight of the place, Kevin was easy to spot. Sami practically ran up to the man and jumped into his arms, the two of them laughing and exchanging a few words. Jey felt a bit awkward, following behind the two as they entered the bar.

“Hey, thanks for setting this up, man,” Kevin told Jey as soon as the three of them found a good place to sit, “I wasn’t sure about you after everything with the Bloodline and all, but this really means something. Drinks are on me tonight.”

With that, K.O. flagged down the bartender and ordered a round of beers.

Despite Kevin insisting on paying, Jey had been running a secret tab of his own so he could sneak a shot every now and then - when the sight of the two men joking together happily was just too much.

Sami and Kevin finishing each other’s sentences?

Take a shot.

Nostalgic story about them as a tag team?

Take a shot.

Kevin putting his arm around Sami?

Take two shots.

It was better than giving into the urge to punch Kevin Owens in his smug fucking face.

The men he sat with seemed to be too wrapped up in each other to notice anything was off, until Jey narrowly avoided falling out of his seat trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“I don’t remember you being such a lightweight,” Sami commented, one eyebrow raised.

“Took some extra shots,” Jey admitted, refusing to look Sami in the eye.

Sami sighed.

“C’mon, you’re staying with me tonight,” he said, throwing Jey’s arm over his shoulder as he moved to stabilize the man, “Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

Jey ducked out from under Sami, insisting, “Psh, I’m good-“ before losing his balance and falling to the ground.

This time it was Kevin that leapt to Jey’s aid; but the moment he touched the other man’s arm, Jey pulled away as if the contact was physically painful.

“Fuck outta here!” Jey almost shouted, “You got the guy, now you wanna act like a hero too, huh?”

The accusation seemed to come out of nowhere; Kevin turned to Sami, looking concerned, but mostly confused.

“I got him,” Sami said reassuringly, giving Kevin’s shoulder a gentle pat.

The two said their goodbyes and a moment later, Jey felt a kinder, more familiar touch helping him stand steady.

“Place I’m staying is just around the corner,” Sami told him, “I can walk us both there.”

Good, Jey thought, ‘cause I ain’t never gonna get tired of your arms around me.

“So, what made you drink so much in the first place?” Sami asked once the two of them were walking through the city.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you ‘n… Kevin,” Jey admitted, gaze fixed on the sidewalk, “S’been a while, but… I felt sick when he held you today, same as he did after I hurt you. I ain’t never wanna hurt you, uce, but you leavin’ the Bloodline… I took that personal. I mean, I called you my brother. You know what that meant to me?”

Hearing those same words again ignited something in Sami; imagined arguments with Jey that he played in his mind over and over started flooding back.

“Respectfully, I don’t think you realize just how difficult it was for me,” Sami said through gritted teeth, doing his best not to scream it from his core, “Do you really think I didn’t care about you when I left? That it was easy for me to move on? When I was with the Bloodline, I woke up every morning, looked in the mirror, and couldn’t recognize the man staring back at me. I couldn’t live like that anymore.”

“I get that, but… it took so long for me to trust you. And when I did…” Jey’s voice became a whisper, “I ain’t trusted no one like that since.”

Jey paused, then suddenly leaned away from Sami before dropping to his knees and throwing up in a nearby bush. Sami knelt beside him patiently, pulling out an extra napkin he snagged at the bar and offering it when Jey seemed finished.

“I “unno how many times I cursed my own hands for beatin’ you down,” Jey admitted, words running together as he used the napkin to wipe away a few tears, “But even on the worst days, thinkin’ ‘bout you givin’ me another shot kept me going.”

Unsure of how to respond, a wash of melancholy seeping into his core, Sami decided to play it off.

“I think you’ve had enough shots for tonight,” he joked, rising to his feet before helping Jey do the same, “C’mon, we’re almost there.”

A few minutes later, the two stood in front of Sami’s room.

“You stayin’ in a place like this?” Jey scoffed, stumbling into the dingy motel room, “You deserve better. Like you always deserved better’n… just me.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my guy like that,” Sami said without a second thought, “You’re better than anything I could ever ask for.”

Jey looked surprised and almost touched for a moment - before crouching suddenly and throwing up into the small trash bin near the door.

[end part one of three]

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summer sizzle | morning, kevin owens [m]

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** as stated before, all of these came from some pretty amazing lists I found floating around online. I’ll have to actually sit down at some point and find them all but... for now, credits to anyone who recognizes anything from this prompt as one they may have thought up. The direction I took all of them combined, the unnamed OFC are mine though. **

Only one bed. Oh no! +“There’s only one blanket and two of us-looks like you’ll need to cuddle up closer then.” + morning wood + sex dreams/wet dreams + “Well good morning to you too.” + “I can make you cum harder than that.” + loud sex + “Were you dreaming about me?”-

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THIS WAS EASY BUT ALSO NOT. I started this like... last week at some point, but I kept getting stuck, going back to edit or change things and for a few days, I just ignored this one, even though of all the ones I have going rn, it’s the CLOSEST one of my wrestling writing prompt things to actually being finished. BUT. BUT.. It’s done now and honestly, I’m lowkey proud of it, even though I know it’s about to flop most likely. ie pls, I beg of ya’ll don’t let this flop.

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18+ only. All children get yourselves out of here now. I mean this. There’s morning sex, brief mentions of body fluids and of course, bites / marking. Other than that, this one is surprisingly cute and fluffy.

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                                         morning ft Kevin Owens + OFC

“We only have one more room.”

“Is it at least a double?” I questioned, biting my lip. The scent of Kevin’s cologne mixed with sweat was enough to call to memory just how fucking angry he got at Seth for no apparent reason back at the arena and I found myself getting wound up all over again… Thighs all drippy and slipping right off of each other. If this room wasn’t a double, it was going to be one long fucking night..

“Holy fuck, we’ll fucking take it. I just need to be out of that SUV. I’m exhausted.” Kevin grumbled sleepily from beside me. He rubbed his face - probably to keep his eyes from closing on their own.

“Okay, we’ll take it.” I plastered on my best tired smile and dug around, finding my ID and passing it through to the night clerk on the other side of the desk. Kevin did the same, moving to stand closer and pressing up against me as he passed his ID through. I just barely caught myself before I whimpered.

For a second, I could almost swear he heard the sound. But he was back to business as usual, breaking my gaze to take his identification back from the clerk, then tucking it away in his wallet. His other hand lingered at my hip and I gulped, keeping my eyes trained on the television set behind the front desk. The news was playing. It wasn’t interesting by any stretch of the imagination, but it did keep me from locking eyes with my best friend Kevin and having him read me like a book at that point in time.

Because I’m at least 99 percent certain that Kevin does not feel the slightest bit attracted to me. And the last thing I want to do is make everything between us awkward as hell. Which trust me, it would be.

He fell in step beside me as we walked down the carpet covered hallway in search of an elevator. The silence was heavy, almost tension filled to a point where I was having a hard time keeping myself together. Kevin spoke up, shattering the silence as we stopped at the door to the elevator and I leaned forward, pressing the up button. His chest brushed my back and I could feel the warmth of his breath next to my ear. “Did you whimper?”

“Huh? No. I might have yawned just now.” I said it quick. A little too quickly. If the look on Kevin’s face was anything to go by, he didn’t believe it. He shook his head and pressed against my back a little more. “No not just now. Down in the lobby. Because see..” he took a shaky breath, it was enough to give me pause for a split second. Was he just a little nervous right now?

He couldn’t be. Kevin Owens just doesn’t do nervous. He simply does not. I pushed the thought out of my mind and he promptly continued, a smirk creeping to play at his lips slow and easy as his eyes fixed on mine in the reflection of the metal doors we stood in front of. 

“I could’ve sworn I heard you whimper, doll.”

The tone of his voice was enough to push me over that fine line between just a little wet to my thighs becoming a dripping and slippery mess. He chuckled quietly and I did my best not to tense up, to continue to at least try behaving as if absolutely nothing was going on.

Fuck me, I’m going to need new panties as soon as we get to this hotel room.

“ Nope, it wasn’t me.” - and saved by the bell, literally. The elevators slid open with a slow lingering creak as the bell dinged quietly. I stepped on and leaned against the wall, almost dangerously close to Kevin’s side and he sort of leaned himself against me yawning and swearing about the drive in and the snowstorm that blew in so heavy we had to stop in the first place and all I could do was try to focus on literally anything but the way his voice drops and gets so fucking deep when he’s half asleep.

How I wonder if he sounds like that in bed.

It was a can of worms I could not afford to open, not on this night.

The few minutes it took for the elevator to reach our floor felt like honest to god hours, the time passing lazily as both of us kept quiet and scrolled through our phones like we’d normally do. That tension though, that tension was building and about to reach a boiling point. I almost couldn’t breathe. And I was practically throbbing each time I could feel his breath against my ear while he leaned casually against me. The elevator finally slowed and then stopped and after picking up my things, I started to slink towards the door.

I could feel his eyes fix on me the exact moment they did. I bit my lip and took a deep breath pausing just outside the elevator doors as he took his time walking out, his bag slung almost carelessly over his shoulder. He gave me a smirk and I just barely managed not whimpering, smirking right back at him. I nodded to the hallway ahead. “Are we going? The sooner we get to our room, Kev.. The sooner we can get to sleep.”

“The sooner you can get warm.” Kevin remarked, his gaze fixing on me. I realized then that I was shivering and cold, no thanks to every single layer of my clothing being drenched by melted snow.

“Yeah… Definitely.” I admit, I got more than a little distracted by the mere thought of a warm shower. And then my mind just didn’t stop.. I was thinking about those thick and rough hands all over my bare skin and I got the most intense shiver I’d probably ever gotten in my entire life racing through my body. I tripped on the carpet a little and grumbled to myself, Kevin reaching out, holding me steady as he stared down at me a few seconds without saying anything. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he muttered something I couldn’t quite make out. 

We stopped at the door to our hotel room and he slid the keycard through the reader. The light changed to green and he kicked at the door to open it, stepping inside… where the cold air promptly hit us full blast.

“Shit. Fuck.” My eyes settled on the bed situation, taking it in as I tried not to choke on my own tongue. I just thought the night was going to be a long one. The fact that there was only one bed in the room just proved that not only was it going to be a long night for me, but probably, a sleepless one. And not in the way I wished it would be, either. I shivered at both the chill in the air and the realization that I was going to have to share a room with him and somehow, I was going to have to act as if I didn’t want him so bad I could taste it.

“The heat’s turned on but all I feel comin out is cold air. Fuckin heater must be broken.” Kevin mused as he turned his attention away from the heater that ran the length of the wall and followed my gaze.

To the one bed in the room. He coughed, staring at it intently, an almost amused gleam in his eyes as he did so.

 Shit. Tonight really will be a long night. I pushed the thought out as I fixed my gaze on him. “You take the bed. I’m shorter, I can cram myself on that couch.”

“How about no, doll. I’ll make the couch work if anybody does.” Kevin insisted, gazing at me firmly. I swallowed hard when he made his next suggestion.

“Or.. wild idea here. We’re both adults. We could share the bed. For warmth.” Kevin said it so calmly. So calmly that before I even realized it, I was nodding my head in agreement… without even really stopping to consider the fact that lately, I’ve been having some very vivid and very loud, wet dreams about the man. I think it sank in what I’d agreed to about three seconds later and from the second it did, cue internal panic.

“I’m gonna go shower and try to warm up… unless you wanted to go first?” I turned back around to face Kevin and found myself body to body with him. My bright red panties fell onto the carpeted floor, catching his eye. He bit his lip and leaned down, picking them up and holding them out to me a smirk playing at his lips as his eyes met mine. “You dropped something, doll.”

“Y-yeah. I noticed.” I could feel my thighs slip off of each other. The fact that my panties were getting wetter and wetter by the second did nothing to help the fact that I was also soaked and freezing from the snowstorm we’d walked through to come into the building.

If I didn’t know any better… I’d almost be willing to swear that he’s teasing me right now. And that he’s enjoying every fucking second. But that’s nonsense. We’re just friends. I’m overthinking things, overanalyzing every little minute action made right now because I’m exhausted and I know this is going to be a long -read, sexually frustrating, night for me.

That has to be it.

On shaky legs, I hurried into the bathroom, shutting it behind me with a soft thud. I scrambled to tear off the cold,wet clothing and I turned on the faucet with the hot water on full blast. Given the situation I’m in, I probably should be taking a cold shower but… I’m freezing and I wanna boil.

I heard the tv turn on, it sounded like the last bits of a hockey game, and I smiled to myself, gathering my bath products and lowering myself into the tub.As the hot water made contact with my cool skin, I let out a soft hiss, my eyes fluttering shut as I relaxed against the back of the tub. I could’ve easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for the fact that my magpie brain didn’t choose to go back to the whole moment between us just before I got in here and hyper-focus on that… Take it further. Make my imagination really start to go wild.

Just as I was starting to let my hands wander over my own body, softly, squeezing my tits together and gently playing with my nipples, my hips arching a little beneath the water, the door practically flew open.

When I tell you I have never moved my hands away from my body so fast in my entire life… I glanced up, locking eyes with Kevin who was a little red in the face.. He wasn’t really bothering to cover his eyes either.. Then again, to be fair, I wasn’t exactly making an effort to hide my bare ass naked self from his gaze either and any bubbles I did have in the water originally had long since disappeared, so..

“You got a little shampoo, doll.” Kevin was sitting next to the tub, one of those big and rough hands gingerly covering my eyes while he took a cup that he’d grabbed from the counter and rinsed out the shampoo. I swallowed hard but I managed to get in a hint of teasing in the form of the remark “At least I’m not shitfaced like New Years, huh?”

He chuckled quietly, and I glanced up after he moved his hand, noticing that he seemed to be in deep thought. “Everything okay?”

“Totally, doll.” Kevin finally answered, reaching down and taking the wash cloth I’d been about to use on my body from where I’d abandoned it in the favor of a little hands on exploration earlier. He reached across me, grabbing my bodywash. After he got the washcloth all soapy, he bit his lip and half-teased, “If I don’t help ya, you might try to stay in here all damn night and I wanna shower too.”

But there was something in his eyes that had me biting back a whimper. Had me getting wet all over again and god help me, squirming just a little in the tub. He gave a quiet chuckle and leaned in just slightly, his mouth brushing carefully against the shell of my ear. “Lean up a little. I’ll get your back.”

“O-okay.” I managed to stammer. If Kevin had one tenth of a clue just how close I was to grabbing hold of the front of his black tee shirt and pulling his mouth against mine right now, I found myself thinking, he’d probably laugh. He shattered the heavy silence hanging in the air around us when he bit his lip and sat the washcloth down, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead, tilting his head to one side slightly as if he were puzzling something out and then finally asking me with a barely hidden smirk, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answered, biting my lip and barely managing to keep a whimper at bay when I felt the washcloth making it’s way up and down my back. I know he had to have felt me when I shivered at his touch, there was absolutely no way in hell I could hide that in time.

“You looked like you were in a daze.” Kevin stated. I swear I almost responded with exactly what was on my mind, just so he wouldn’t keep pushing. I almost did. Luckily, common sense prevailed.

I sighed as the warmth of the water hit my body, rinsing away soapy bubbles and with a laugh, I nodded to the towel nearby. “The bath is all yours.” and for a moment, my eyes lingered on his and I licked my lips slowly, taking a gulp as I prepared myself to stand and step out of the tub.

I know what you’re thinking… you’ve obviously seen each other naked before if you’re best friends… And you’d be right, but… Tonight is the first time I’ve shared a hotel room with Kevin Owens since I came to the realization that I was in love with him.

And lately, with my realization, things may or may not have become a little… tense. Awkward. Because my extreme clumsiness really shines through. Two times I’ve fallen in his lap on a flight when trying to sit. Just his breath against my neck if he walks up behind me and whispers something into my ears is enough to send my thighs slipping right off of each other.

And I have to share a hotel room with him… and behave as if nothing is different… all fucking night.

I rose up from the warm water, biting my lip as I reached for the towel dangling from his fingertips. My eyes were locked firmly on his. He stepped closer, making sure the towel actually made it into my hand because in my distracted daze, I’d misjudged where his hand was exactly and it nearly hit the floor. 

If I didn’t know better, I found myself thinking all over again, I’d almost swear he was flirting with me right now. Between my lack of sleep and trying to keep it together as of late, I wanted to say I was at least halfway sure he might be flirting with me, but honestly, I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then make a move and discover that he wasn’t.

I wrapped the fluffy white oversized towel around me and for a second or two, neither of us really… Moved. We were standing there, both of us in a bit of a daze. I swallowed hard, tilting my head slightly, looking up at Kevin. “Are you okay?” I asked after a second or two in which for some reason or another I couldn’t hear anything but blood rushing to my ears as my heart hammered away in my chest.

“Yeah.” he muttered the word quietly, almost thoughtfully. My heart kicked up it’s racing a little as I felt his hand settle gingerly against my hip and he started to move closer. My breath really caught in my throat when I realized that I was moving closer too.

Neither of us were stepping back. My breath was getting shakier with each second that passed and with that came the realization that it was getting harder and harder not to raise my leg to his hip, put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his mouth against mine.

I even found myself toying with what harm exactly that might cause. Could it really be so bad? And he was stepping closer to me too.. Right off the bat, I shoved that line of reasoning out of my head as quickly as possible.

His hand settled softly across my lower back and I blinked a little, dazed. His mouth was moving in closer, about to close the distance between us. The knock on the door from room service Kevin ordered had us both breaking out of our dazes and springing apart. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I bit the insides gently, trying to calm myself as Kevin hurried out of the bathroom and to the door of our hotel room to pick up whatever he’d gotten room service to send up.

By the time he was done doing that, I’d managed to get dressed and I was flopped on the bed, flipping through the tv set. Kevin flopped down beside me and for a good five minutes or so, neither of us said anything.

We both wanted to though, that much was evident in the thick and heavy tension filling the air around us. I almost said something about ten times, but I managed to keep my biggest question internal.

Because every part of me wanted to ask if he’d been about to kiss me. 

We ate in silence, some stupid Hallmark Christmas movie I’d stopped on playing mostly for background. Kevin went to get himself a shower and I took a deep breath as I stood, staring down the bed intently.

,, you can do this. It’s just sharing a bed with your best friend, like all the other times..” was what I tried telling myself as I pulled back the covers, sinking into the soft bed. I’d just gotten as comfortable as I could given the arrangement, when Kevin came back out and settled into bed.

“It’s freezing in here.” I complained quietly. Kevin rolled onto his side and bit his lip, staring at me a second or two before nodding to the space right next to him. “Well, there is only one blanket… And two of us. Body heat means warmth, doll.” he pointed out calmly. After a good second or two of convincing myself that despite knowing this couldn’t be a good idea and it was only going to end in awkwardness in the morning, I moved closer. His arm settled over me and I burrowed down into the cover, getting as close to him as I could possibly get.

I must have been out in seconds, because I don’t remember anything else after that. And that thing I’d been dreading might happen? Oh.. It happened.

-- NEXT MORNING

 “Oh… mmm… like that, Kevin.” 

I could feel thick fingertips dancing over my bare thighs as I started to wake up. My ass was pressed right against him and I could feel obvious evidence of morning wood when I brushed against him just a little, wiggling around. The sun was shining in through the slit in the curtains and as soon as it hit me what I’d been dreaming about and what exactly I was still doing because of it upon awakening, I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

But before I got the chance to slip out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed for the remainder of our drive today, Kevin’s mouth was against the shell of my ear as he leaned over me, staring down in a daze.

“You got pretty loud.” Kevin muttered, stifling a yawn. I felt my stomach starting to churn and my mouth opened and closed a time or two. He smirked down at me almost playfully and I swallowed hard. “I did, huh? I’m sorry, I…”

Kevin leaned in closer, his mouth just barely brushing against mine as he asked me, “Were you dreaming about me, doll?”

“Kevin, I…”

“Just answer my question.” his tone was firmer. I won’t even get into just how soaking wet the sound of it had me getting in little under a second, but yeah… He was still leaned in, staring me down expectantly.

“Fuck it.” he chuckled quietly, his mouth closing the distance, my mouth falling open easily to allow his tongue access. My eyes popped open and the shock started to wear off just as I was starting to feel light-headed. I started to deepen the kiss even more despite not being able to breathe, rolling completely on my back so that I wound up beneath him. One of my hands raised, trailing lazily over his scalp and he gave a quiet growl as his teeth scraped against my lips, tugging. I could feel my mouth swelling at the impact of the kiss but I didn’t care.

The kiss broke and we pulled away reluctantly, staring at each other all wide eyed. 

“What… Why..” I stammered. Kevin chuckled, his hand trailing over my sides as he pressed into me just a little more and shook his head. He continued to stare down at me and chuckle as if my startled state really amused him and I managed a pout.

Finally, he broke the silence between us. “Do you not get it? I want you. Have for a while now, just never said anything because I also like keeping the few friends I do have.” he explained quietly, his eyes locking on mine as his hand lowered, moving from my hip to my thigh, rubbing his fingers over bare skin lightly. 

I let it sink in as my heart started to pound a little and that little sliver of hope I held out before grew into a fucking inferno. After a second or two, I raised my hand, letting it catch and come to a stop against the side of his neck and jaw. My legs spread, putting his body between them, a knee resting at either side of his body. He leaned down, licking his lips, a smirk playing at his lips. “You still didn’t answer me.”

“What do you think, Kevin? Was I dreaming about you?” I asked the question quietly, my breath catching in my throat as I managed to rub against him just a little bit. I heard his breath when it caught in his throat and when he grabbed my hips, rubbing me against him two or three more times while lowering his head to mumble against the shell of my ear, “Well, good morning to you too.” in that husky tone, I felt a shiver go through my body and I rose up a little, nipping at his lips, catching him just before he could pull his mouth away from my face. “What exactly was I saying?” I finally managed to ask the question sheepishly. 

All Kevin did was chuckle as his hands worked up and down my body. My legs squeezed his hips, making him stop staring at my tits to look up and meet my gaze. He shrugged. “Let’s just say I bet I can make you cum harder in reality than I did in your dream.”

I really felt my face burn hot when he said it, I realized just how intense my dream the night before must have been. My eyes locked on his and I barely managed to whimper out the words Challenge accepted than he was already tugging at the bottom of the oversized shirt I slept in upwards, tossing it once it was off my body. It settled on the nightstand. I tugged his shirt off, tossing that onto the floor. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, a silent tear rendering that pair utterly useless as he pulled the torn fabric away from my body, tossing it into the floor beside his shirt. I tugged at the pair of gym shorts he’d slept in the night before, managing to catch both shorts waistband and underwear waistband at once and tugged them down. Kevin rose up, slipping off the bed to let them fall to his ankles.

When my eyes locked on the way his cock stood at attention, the thickness of it, I squirmed, getting so wet that my thighs were slipping off of each other with ease now. He lowered himself back down, settling himself between my legs as he spread them open wide, a leg settling over each shoulder as he muttered huskily against my thigh, “And I know exactly where to start.” daring to sink his teeth in just slightly, his lips latching onto a patch of skin on the inside of my thigh, leaving a big mark behind that I knew I was definitely going to feel for a while after this was done. His lips broke contact with my skin to reveal the huge purple bruise already starting to form on my inner thigh. They danced over my skin, moving higher up my thigh, quiet slurps and his little groans against my skin sending goosebumps over the surface of my skin. I whimpered as he continued to trail a path straight to my throbbing cunt with kitten licks and little softer bites.

I’d always thought he might have a thing for biting, for marking a girl up, but having it confirmed for me now was literally making me a drippy wet mess, my juices puddling to the bed beneath us. I tried to prop myself up a little better on my elbows and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his fingers working me open, slipping inside me deep, thrusting and scissoring, little wet sloshes with each move of his fingers inside me. His thumb pressed hard against my clit, rubbing the circular bundle of nerves and I whimpered his name, my fingers on one hand tugging at dark brown hair as I rocked my hips against his fingers and the little licks he was now giving to my folds. His lips locked on each one, sucking and I moaned even louder. He was pleased by that, I could feel the way his mouth curved into that damn smirk. “Kevin, oh- I..” I called out louder, my words tumbling off of each other breathlessly, a needy whine to my voice that couldn’t be mistaken. “C’mon.” I encouraged, rocking my hips a little faster. It only resulted in Kevin managing to find a way to keep me still as he rolled his tongue over my clit, lips latching on. “Keep it up and I’ll suck your clit til you go blind, doll.” he growled out against my throbbing cunt, his tongue greedily licking me clean, almost slurping up every single drop of my juices. 

“Is that a promise?” I managed to gasp, trying again to rock my hips against his mouth and fingers. His lips latched onto my clit and I moaned a little louder, doing everything I could to get more friction, trying to ease the slow and steady throb of my pussy but nothing I tried was working. And Kevin was hell bent on drawing this out. Pushing me until I absolutely couldn’t take it any longer.

“It’s a definite fucking promise.” Kevin mumbled against my pelvic mound as his mouth backed away from my clit long enough to catch on my folds, sucking until I was practically shaking and the puddle forming beneath me was growing. The orgasm was building to an almost blinding intensity and every single time we locked eyes and he thought I might be getting a little too close, he’d slow down all over again, chuckling as he shook his head no at me, that teasing gleam in his eyes. I was tensing, the strain of holding back my own incoming orgasm almost had me shaking all over. 

I pouted when he stopped altogether, raising up to look down at me, slipping dripping fingers between his lips. I could feel myself edging away from the orgasm, but Kevin seemed to have other plans.

His hand lowered, circling his cock as he winked at me and then lowered his gaze, watching as he dragged his cock right between my lower set of lips. I arched away from the bed and he settled on top of me carefully, his hands catching hold of both of mine as he started to bury his cock inside me slowly. Teasing shallow thrusts with the tip only. If I thought I had control of the orgasm threatening to take over?

I quickly learned that I, in fact, did not.

And Kevin seemed to really relish that fact. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he’d get off on being in complete control like this, but somehow, it did. Maybe it was because I alone had a better glimpse into his less confident side as his best friend for so long.

“Gonna make you feel so fuckin good, princess.” he growled next to my ear as he started to fuck into me harder, even slower and deeper drives, burying his cock to the hilt deep inside of my womb. When he started to mutter things softly against my mouth in the French he was fluent in and I barely knew outside of a few phrases, I really started to squirm beneath him, also trying to wiggle my hands free from the grip his hands had on them. Pouting up at him finally, “Kevin, please.. I want to touch you.” 

He ignored my simple request, instead, catching hold of both my hands with one of his and letting the other glide down my body, gripping my hip, guiding it so that I was angled upward ever so slightly. The shift in the position of my hips had me really moaning, loudly enough to be heard over the quiet and drawn out creaks of the bedframe. 

“Does that feel good, doll? Like.. don’t let me crush you or anything.” he muttered the words quietly, a scowl playing at his mouth just a second or two, only to vanish when I did manage to get my hand loose and I gripped his jaw lightly, pulling his mouth down against mine to quietly drawl against it, “You won’t. I like the way you feel on top of me.” I bit my lips, rocking my hips against him just a little faster, a pleading look as I met his gaze and finished, “And inside me, fuck…” 

The orgasm was built to a point now where I ached all over. I could feel tears welling in my eyes at the frustration mounting as I tried to do what he asked and hold off just a little longer. 

He smirked a little, chuckling. “You do, huh? You’re gonna love this then.” he slammed into me all over again, deep enough to strum against my spot a time or two and then just to tease, he pulled himself out just a little before slamming back inside me even deeper. My moans had to be loud enough by now to be heard out in the hallway, but I didn’t care.

At one point, around the fourth time he did this, I caught hold of his face, pulling his mouth against mine just so a long and deep, needy kiss would swallow the fact that I was literally screaming his name. He chuckled, his forehead resting against mine as he stared deep into my eyes, rough lips roaming over my face gently, laying soft kisses against my flesh. “You wanna cum pretty bad right now, huh?”

“Yes. Oh fuck I--” I whimpered, trying to get more friction all over again, only to have Kevin use his hips to pin mine still beneath him. He chuckled, his mouth conquering mine before venturing down the front of my throat, lower, against my breasts. “Almost, doll. Almost.” he muttered calmly, continuing to fuck into me long and slow and deep. “So goddamn tight. Fuck.” he growled quietly, his fingertips digging into my hips now, holding me mostly still against the bed. He knew exactly what he was doing, not letting me move all that much and not letting me cum like I desperately wanted.

“You wanna know how close I am, doll?”

“Hm.” I nodded, my lips against his, our eyes locked on each other. My hands were all over him now, mostly digging into his shoulder blades.

 He chuckled quietly and after nipping hungrily at the outline of my swollen lips yet again, he mumbled into another kiss, “All it would take is you, rockin your hips one more fuckin time.” he shivered as I managed to do just that, only so careful and slow that he growled against my neck and sank his teeth down, latching onto a strip of skin. I did it again and his grip tightened even more. 

His teeth dug against my skin just a little and I whimpered and moaned, eyes fluttering open and closed. 

My own orgasm was dangerously close to ripping me apart beneath him. My breath caught in my throat as he started to bottom out over and over.

 I dug my nails in his skin a little harder and he mumbled against my ear, “Wrap your legs around me. C’mon.” almost breathlessly, the soft smack of our bodies meeting over and over again competing with our pleasurable moans and growls and the noise the bed made every time it struck the wall. I wrapped my legs around him like he asked and the tilt sent him smashing into my spot over and over every single time he fucked into me. My legs squeezed either side of his body tight and then tighter and Kevin muttered quietly, “You wanna cum so bad you’re shaking. Is this anything like you imagined in your dream last night, doll?”

“I, oh.. Right there. Fuck, Kevin!” I cried out, the echo shattering the air between us as he promptly dove his mouth down to mine, swallowing up my cries. “So if I keep it up…” he muttered into the deepening kiss, “You’re gonna cum all over me… Make a real mess of the bed for me… Right?”

“Yes, fuck. Please just let me.” I begged breathlessly as the kiss broke and he pulled away, intently focusing on exactly what he’d been doing before. “C’mon, doll. You’ve been a good girl, fuck… You can let go now.” 

My orgasm shattered through me, making me cling to him as I erratically met his deep drives with my hips, rocking myself against his cock since he had put my legs over his shoulders by this point. I could feel my pussy clinging to his cock, the soft sound of suction and his quiet growls as he continued to plow me, slow and deep. 

“Don’t stop, doll. C’mon.” Kevin urged, lust blown eyes almost blacked out when he looked down at me, hips stuttering against me as he leaned down, his mouth finding mine clumsy and hungry, his lips latching onto my bottom one and his teeth tugging at it. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re takin me so well.” he groaned into the kiss closely followed by “Don’t wanna stop, fuck. You feel too fucking good, doll. So tight.. Wet. Fuck..” in a throaty growl against my mouth.

“Don’t stop, Kevin, please. C’mon.” I pleaded, just plain overcome by how good, no how amazing it felt to finally be allowed to get off that I honestly wasn’t thinking and didn’t care to think about anything else but feeling the warmth of his seed when it filled me up. He chuckled and muttered half teasingly against my ear, “As you wish.” which had me smiling softly, because it was a line from my favorite movie and he knew it. 

The harder and deeper he slammed into me, the more I moaned and begged for it. The throbbing of his thick cock deep inside me as his own orgasm shattered through him had me whimpering, desperately slamming my hips against his own erratic movements, trying to drive him inside me as deep as I could get. My toes dug into his shoulders and as he slowed to a stop, his mouth found mine again, his tongue darting between my lips, meeting mine and dominating the kiss. 

I lowered my legs and Kevin fell to the bed beside me, swearing a little, one arm behind his head as the other shot out, pulling me so that I was on top of him, holding me in place.

“I’m fucking starving.” Kevin admitted, just as both of our stomachs growled.

“Me too, but there’s the tiny problem of me, being a little sore to move.” I muttered with a soft laugh against his mouth. He chuckled in response, untucking the arm folded behind his head to lazily reach for his phone on the nightstand as he muttered aloud, “Room service it is then.”

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[healedautumn]

Halloween Shenanigans

“Happy Halloween honey.” Madison smiled as she waved to a young kid dressed as Batman. She closed the door and turned around to see Kevin Owens smiling at her. “Is there something you’d like to say?” She asked wrapping her hands around his neck, her face mere inches from his. “You sure love giving kids candy on Halloween. You do it as if you’re getting paid for it.” The Prizefighter smirked. “Well what other option do I have when you decided you didn’t want to go to Triple H’s costume ball?” Kevin scrunched up his nose. “I didn’t feel like dressing up and going out tonight.” “Well I compromised and bought some candy to give to the little sweet kids going out tonight. Anything wrong with that? What else am I supposed to do on this boring Halloween night?” Kevin replied by softly pressing his lips to her’s. Madison reciprocated the kiss, reaching up with her left hand to run it through Kevin’s hair. The kiss quickly went from soft to hard and passionate. Kevin kept his lips on her’s as he backed her up against the door. She sucked in a hard breath and threw her head back when he began assaulting her neck with his tongue and mouth. “Fuck Kevin…” Madison breathed, getting more hot and turned on by the second. Kevin let out a light moan when he felt her hand grip his dick through his signature gym shorts. He began thrusting his hips in tandem with her hand currently working him over. His hand began traveling up her legs to under the mini ruffle skirt she was wearing. He was almost to the promise land when the doorbell rang. He quickly unlatched his lips from her neck and the two stared at each other breathing hard. The doorbell rang again, this time accompanied by kids shouting in unison “Trick-or-Treat” Kevin backed away from Madison and she quickly adjusted her skirt and then her hair. She grabbed the candy dish and opened the door. “Aww well aren’t you guys so cute!” Madison cooed to the children while passing out candy. Kevin made his way into their bedroom and plopped down on the bed turning on the television. “Down boy…” He thought to himself. His mind was on finding something to watch, however his other region was still thinking about the quick steamy make out with the beautiful blonde who was currently passing out candy and giggling with kids. He heard the door close and footsteps heading up the stairs. “Did you get tired?” Madison asked with a smile. She sat on the edge of the bed. “Nah, I just came to find something to watch. Since we decided to stay in tonight, might as well entertain ourselves with some scary movies.” Madison scoffed and crawled towards Kevin. Kevin now laid on his back with his right hand behind his head and his left hand holding the remote out while he flicked through channels. Madison laid on her stomach, body pressed against his and her face right next to his. “First of all, it was your idea to stay in tonight. I wanted to go to Hunter’s party.” She said. Now it was Kevin’s turn to scoff. “Well you can still go. I’m not stopping you.” “And why would I wanna go without my Canadian murder bear?” Madison purred in his ear. Kevin stayed quiet. Madison pressed on. “Do we have to watch scary movies?” She asked. “Not if you’re scared we won’t…” Kevin smirked. Madison nuzzled his neck. “Hey I’m not scared of no scary movie…Besides is watching scary movies all we have to entertain ourselves?” Kevin tried to ignore the lump in his throat now. “…Well if you have anything else in mind, I could keep an open mind.” He said. Madison’s smirk widened and she made a face that resembled shock and amusement. “What?” Kevin asked. “What do you mean what? Don’t you play coy with me Mr Steen. That whole ‘I could keep an open mind’ act isn’t fooling me.” Madison laughed, imitating Kevin’s voice when she repeated what he said. Kevin kept his eyes on the TV. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I think you do…” “Oooh, Nightmare on Elm Street is on!” Kevin cheered, pretending to not be interested in what Madison said. Madison made a lopsided smirk and reached her hand down, massaging Kevin’s dick through his shorts. She heard Kevin’s breath catch but he still made no effort to acknowledge what she was doing. Kevin wouldn’t admit it but he loved where this was headed. He wanted to shut the TV off and make Madison regret revving him up like this. But he could play innocent a little longer right? Make her chase a little. “Mmmm still wanna play?” Madison purred. She straddled Kevin and slid down him slowly until her head was no hovering over his shorts. Kevin still kept his eyes on the TV. She reached into his shorts and boxers and wrapped her hands around his cock which was warm and hard. “Merde…” Kevin tried to keep it in but he accidentally muttered it in his native language. “What’s wrong Yanick?” The blonde giggled, beginning to stroke him slow. “It’s just funny that no matter how many times I watch this movie I always forget Johnny Depp is in it.” Madison narrowed her eyes. “Still want to play this game huh?” She thought to herself. She sped up her pace stroking Kevin. Kevin’s lips slightly parted, he let out a hiss and twitched his hips. “Tell me you like this.” Madison whispered to him in a seductive tone. “I always liked this movie silly girl…” Kevin said with a nervous chuckle. He patted her head, but by the way he patted her head, it was like he was trying to force her mouth down on his dick. Madison gladly obliged and took his cock into her mouth. Kevin let out a loud breath. She began bobbing her head up and down, keeping her eyes on him. Kevin in the meantime kept his eyes on the TV. Even though his eyes were on the TV, his mind was on the things Madison was doing to him and he was having an extremely tough time holding back groans and hums. Madison stroked his dick fast and roughly while she nuzzled his balls. Kevin was getting closer and closer to breaking… “You like that?” Madison asked in a low tone, looking up at him. Kevin couldn’t take it anymore. He quickly shut the TV off. “Aww shit fuck it…Come here.” He panted. Madison released his dick from her mouth and began crawling back up him slow. Kevin became impatient and grabbed her by her underarms and rolled over on top of her. He crashed his lips into her’s and his hands went under the Jason Vorhees shirt she was wearing. Madison moaned under her breath when he began squeezing her breasts through her bra. She sat up and pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside and Kevin laid her back down planting kisses on her neck while his hands worked on unhooking her bra. “Fuck babe…” She moaned when he bit down on her neck. Kevin finally got her bra unhooked and snatched it off throwing it behind him. He sat up, hovering over the panting Madison. “Look at you…” He whistled. Madison immediately blushed from the way Kevin was looking at her. The Prizefighter lowered his head down now, taking Madison’s right breast into his wet warm mouth. He sucked on her breast and fondled her other one with his hand. His now dark eyes peered into the ones of Madison’s as he continued driving her crazy. “Shit Kevin shit…” Madison moaned as she twitched beneath him. Kevin now hooked his mouth on her other breast, sucking hard on it and began pinching the opposite breast. Madison ran her fingers through his hair. Kevin finally released her tit from his mouth with a “plop” sound and he kept his eyes on her as he panted and continued to move lower. Madison sucked in a breath. “Mmmm…” Kevin hummed when he pulled her skirt and panties all the way down and dropped them to the floor. He positioned his head between her legs and soon, his tongue slowly licked up her wet pussy. “Oh god!” Madison moaned in pleasure. Kevin continued licking away at her and slipped two fingers into her wet heat while his tongue flicked at her clit. “Holy fuck!” She felt a pleasurable shockwave shoot through her body when Kevin curled his fingers inside her at the perfect angle while he began sucking on her clit. Madison couldn’t control the loud moans escaping her mouth as she combed her hands through Kevin’s hair. “Kevin……I….I!” Madison choked out. She closed her legs around Kevin’s head and he began sucking harder on her clit while violently shaking his head left to right. It was all over for Madison right there as she squealed out and felt a powerful orgasm ravage through her body. Kevin kept sucking her clit through the whole ordeal, prolonging her orgasm. “Shit baby…” Kevin panted, sitting up and smashing his lips into her’s. Madison withered underneath him and pulled his shirt over his head then pulled his shorts down past his ass. Kevin kept his eyes on her as he rubbed his dick up and down her awaiting pussy. “Je baise amour comment vous obtenez mouillè pour moi.” Kevin smirked. Madison let out an annoyed moan. “Stop teasing me and just do it.” She panted. “Sooo impatient…” Kevin moaned devilishly. He slowly slid his dick inside Madison, who moaned and bent her knees upwards, allowing Kevin to lay his body down flush against her’s and begin fucking her. “Oh shit…Oh shit!” Madison cried out as Kevin continued to hit all the right spots in her. Kevin kept pumping his hips, slamming his dick in and out of her at a rapid rate. “Tu aimes ça?” He asked. “Oui!!” “Oui?” “Oui!!” Madison cried out as Kevin suddenly slammed into her G Spot. Kevin rolled over with Madison on top now and smacked her ass. Madison sat up and began rolling her hips and bouncing on Kevin’s cock. “Fuck baby oh god yes like that.” Kevin coaxed. Madison continued slamming her pussy up and down on his dick, eventually stopping and tightening her walls around the head of Kevin’s cock while wiggling left to ride, jerking his dick around like a joystick. “Ahhhh!!” Kevin groaned feeling her tightening. Madison laid down pressed against Kevin and Kevin arched his knees up and began thrusting up into her, smacking her ass sporadically after a couple thrusts. “Right there baby! Oh shit I’m gonna cum!” Madison squealed. Her ass feeling a pleasurable sting from Kevin’s hard slaps. “Fuck you’re soooooo….” Kevin squeezed his eyes closed tightly as he continued pumping his hips upwards, ramming his dick into her filling the room with sounds of ass smacking and wet skin to skin slapping sounds. “Tight…” He finally got out in a pant. “You gonna cum for me?” Madison moaned. “Fuck yes! Just keep riding that dick!” Kevin responded, Madison now bouncing faster to try and match his fast powerful thrusts. Kevin let out a guttural cry and quickly rolled Madison back over on her back and began fucking her harshly and roughly, breathing getting louder, and his thrusts getting robotic and stiff since he was about to explode. “Cum for me baby girl.” Kevin panted reaching down and fondling her clit. They kept their eyes on each other as they both came together. Madison screaming a mix of English and French dirty phrases as well as Kevin’s name, and Kevin groaning and moaning loud as he filled her up with his warm seed. Madison clung onto his back as he rode out his orgasm. Kevin kissed her on her neck before rolling over, both of them panting and staring at the ceiling. “Happy Halloween.” Kevin said. “Happy Halloween.” Madison chuckled.

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Credit to Chowder908 on YouTube. You need this.

[adarafaelbarba]

So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

[pastelbatfandoms]

First Sentence Tag #2

Rules: List 10 of your published fics and their first sentences, and then tag other writers to do it.

Idk any other writers on here,personally,so I’ll be either skipping that or tagging just my favorites. I also may do this again,because I have more then just 10 fics! may also do more than one sentence.

Most of these are one shots save for one!

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Gotham ( Supervillain OC, Alfred Pennyworth,Penguin,Riddler, The Joker, polyamory, same sex relationship, Toxic relationship, enemies to lovers, D/S Dynamic,eventual smut,series) 

I am The shadow they never see coming,Leaving nothing but feathers in my wake and marks at your back,I am his right hand woman. The Carrion Crow. Or at least I was….

The Mark (WWE, Baron Corbin x OC, Alpha Wolf, jealousy, smut, Collering, back when Corbin was intimidating.)

“Baron stop!” I cried out as Baron Corbin drops the forklift on top of Dean Ambrose. Baron ignores me only when the security show up does he stop,he walks away staring at Dean over one shoulder. I watch Dean struggling under the weight of the fork lift bars,I start to go to him but Baron stops me with a warning.

Standing close to me he says in a low tone. “It’s either him or me. I told you I don’t share,not when it comes to who’s leader of THIS pack.”

It’s Been Awhile (WWE Smut, Shane Mcmahon x OC, The boss, age gap, daddy kink,D/S play,smut)

After Smackdown: I was backstage doing my stretches (Not in my wrestling gear),in a low cut top and shorts,my hair in a high ponytail,when I hear the door open I think I know who it so I don’t turn around just smirk and do the splits.

I Still Get Jealous (WWE Smut, Shane Mcmahon x OC, Jealousy, Daddy Dom Kink, Age Gap)

Shane notices me and AJ Styles smirking at each other and puts a possessive arm around my shoulder. “Hey AJ don’t you have a match to get ready for?” Shane asks frowning.

Cat & Mouse (WWE Smut, Cult Bray Wyatt, Randy Orton, My OC is Sister Abigail, Oral, Master Slave Dynamic, jealousy, love triangle, sex magic,dubious consent. Three parter.) 

I was in my hotel room after Smackdown,we had (all us Superstars) decided to grab dinner at a restaurant that night,I had shown up with Bray Wyatt and Eric Rowan as Triple H and Shane had business to attend to. I was seated next them across from Dean,AJ,and Randy of all people. Baron wasn’t there as he wasn’t one for social gatherings.

On The Fringe (WWE Smut, Dean/Moxley x OC, Rough sex, D/S play, fluffy ending.)

I hear the door open and raise my head to see Dean Ambrose standing there one hand resting on the door frame. Giving me a smile as he bit his lip,Dean closed the door and sauntered over to me with his devil may care attitude.

Give it some M(R)oxy (WWE, Jon Moxley x OC, drama, rebellious couple,no smut this time!)

I was walking down the hall of A building for The WWE Show when I felt a hand lock around My wrist and pull me into a dark corner. I let out a short yelp,My eyes wide as I felt a firm but soft hand clamp around My mouth. My gaze softened when I realized who it was.

Third Time’s The Charm  (WWE Smut, AJ Styles x OC, Daddy Kink, Oral, fluff at the end.)

Roxy had come back to WWE after months of being away at AEW,appearing first at Extreme Rules,then Raw and finally Smackdown. Only to learn since the virus had happened the WWE had let go of some of their Wrestlers like Sarah Logan,Heath Slater and even Shane Mcmahon who had lost an IQuit match to Kevin Owens. Shane had left without telling her,no phone call,nothing,she had to hear it from Stephanie.

Meld (WWE Smut, Funhouse Bray Wyatt, Alexa Bliss, no OC this time! DDLG undertones, fluff, oral,rough sex.)

The giggles and laughter could be heard down the hall,onlookers and fellow Wrestlers averted their eyes and tried to pay no attention to the petite blond in Harley Quinn pigtails and the huskier man beside her his long dreads up in a bun as they walked hand in hand backstage,Lest they became the crazy couples next victims.

A Light To His Darkness (Johnny Depp x Reader, Erotic Smut, fluff, friends to lovers)

I can’t believe I was so one sided,I can’t believe I didn’t believe him. I thought to myself angrily. Tears forming in My eyes and My heart in My throat as I knocked on The Mansion door.

That’s it for the one shots! I will make a part three for My Side stories that are connected to My other series.

[rootedinrevisions]

In His Arms

A/N: Just a little aftercare fluff with our favorite cowboy. Not much of a plot and this is kind of more of a drabble than a one-shot. But I was struggling to write anything else so this is what my brain wanted to think about tonight

WARNINGS: Implied smut, maybe cockwarming? (not sure if that's the right label for what happens here.)

WORD COUNT: 1,116

TAG LIST: IN COMMENTS

If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.

Glen Powell: Himself (RPF), Characters He's Played

Twisters: Tyler Owens, Boone, Scott, Javi

Top Gun: Maverick: Rooster, Hangman, Bob

Marvel/MCU: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

WWE/Wrestling: Cody Rhodes, Corey Graves, Damian Priest, Drew McIntyre, Finn Balor, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso, Kevin Owens, L.A. Knight, Pat McAfee, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins (if there is someone you're thinking of from WWE and they aren't on the list feel free to ask! There are so many guys on the roster that these were the ones that came to mind.)

The room was steeped in warmth, the kind that only came from the perfect combination of love and passion. The soft hum of the ceiling fan mixed with the distant sound of crickets outside the window, creating a soothing backdrop to the slow return of your breaths. Tyler was beneath you, his broad chest rising and falling steadily as your own heartbeat began to settle. He’d only been home an hour, but already, it felt like the days apart had been nothing more than a distant memory.

You lay sprawled over him, your body molded to his like it belonged there—because it did. His arm rested lazily above his head, his fingers occasionally flexing against the pillow. The other was anything but idle, his roughened palm drawing a lazy path up and down your spine. His touch was featherlight yet deliberate, the tips of his fingers brushing over every curve, every dip of your body like he was memorizing you all over again.

Neither of you spoke at first. Words weren’t necessary—not yet. The moment was too raw, too precious to break with conversation. He was still buried deep inside you, his body unwilling to part from yours. You felt his heartbeat against yours, steady and sure, as if tethering you to him.

"You okay, darlin’?" His voice was soft and gravelly, thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.

You nodded against him, your cheek resting against the firm plane of his chest. "More than okay," you murmured, your words muffled but still clear enough to make him chuckle.

"Good." His hand slid into your hair, fingertips massaging gently at your scalp. "I missed you so much. Felt like I was out there forever this time."

It wasn’t the first time he’d been gone chasing storms, but this week had felt especially long. His absence left an ache in your chest, one you hadn’t realized had grown so deep until he was back and holding you like this.

"Me too," you admitted softly, your lips brushing against his skin. You felt the way his body shifted beneath you, his arm tightening around your waist like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go.

“You have no idea how much I missed this,” he finally murmured, his deep voice a low rasp that sent a ripple of heat through you. His words came with a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.

You nuzzled into the curve of his neck, your lips brushing against his pulse. He tipped your head back slightly, just enough so his gaze could find yours in the dim light of the room. His green eyes, flecked with golden warmth, held a look so tender, it nearly stole the breath you’d just regained.

"I thought about you every night," he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair. "Every damn minute. You don’t even know what you do to me."

His free hand began its slow path down your back again, fingertips trailing over the curve of your spine. When he reached the small of your back, he paused, pressing his palm flat against your skin and holding you there. 

"This," he said softly, "this right here is what I needed."

A flush rose to your cheeks, and Tyler’s lips curled into a soft smile as he felt the heat of it against his neck. 

“There it is,” he teased, his voice dipping into that gravelly tone that always made your heart stutter. "That blush I love so much."

He shifted slightly beneath you, his arm tightening around your waist as he pressed you impossibly closer. You could feel every inch of him, the heat of his body wrapping around you like a blanket. He didn’t stop touching you, his hand tracing slow, deliberate paths that left trails of goosebumps in their wake.

“You feel so damn good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, then down to the corner of your mouth. “I swear, nothing else compares. Nothing else even comes close to having you like this.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his lips capturing yours in a slow, searing kiss that left no room for doubt about how deeply he meant every word. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with your own.

“Stay with me like this a little longer,” he said softly, his hand coming back up to cradle the nape of your neck. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

His fingers trailed down your spine again, his touch firmer this time, as if grounding you both in the moment. His lips found the shell of your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he continued in a hushed voice that sent shivers racing through you.

“I missed you so much,” he said, his tone rougher now, edged with the kind of desire only he could make feel like a promise. “And I’m not done with you. Not even close. I want you again, sweetheart. Over and over.”

His words made heat bloom low in your belly, and you couldn’t stop the way your body shifted against his. Tyler’s hand on your waist tightened, holding you still as his eyes darkened. 

"Easy, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "We’ve got all night. No need to rush."

He let his hand drift lower, tracing the curve of your hip before sliding back up to the small of your back. 

"I’m gonna show you just how much I missed you," he whispered, his lips grazing your jawline. "Gonna make sure you feel it—every inch of it."

You shivered as his words washed over you, his breath warm against your skin. He shifted beneath you, his body a comforting weight as he pulled you impossibly closer.

"I love you," he said softly, the words catching you off guard even though you’d heard them before. There was something different in the way he said it now, like it wasn’t just an expression but a vow.

Your heart swelled, and you leaned up just enough to kiss him again, pouring every unspoken feeling into the connection. He responded in kind, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough, like he was memorizing every curve and dip.

The world outside didn’t matter—not the storms he chased, not the time apart, not anything but the two of you in this moment. In his arms, you felt it all: desired, cherished, and deeply, irrevocably loved.

And as the night stretched on, Tyler made good on his promise, showing you again and again just how much you meant to him.

[malethirsty]

Beach Body Ready - Kevin Owens (Body Worship) / Kinktober 2020

Summary: When Lana accosts your boyfriend Kevin about his weight, you set about to make it right, in ring and out of the ring. 

Warnings: Smut M/M (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Exhibitionist, Fatshaming, Homophobia, Daddy Kink

Inspired by: https://twitter.com/MaleThirst/status/1211597784073113602 & a request on AO3 from Cam.

A nude beach. You had moved in with your boyfriend Kevin Owens next to a nude beach! After seeing a massive load of people heading down to the beach the morning after you’d moved in, you of course went down the road to find out what all the ruckus was about, soon coming upon a vacated changing room, with it connecting to the beach, filled with individuals frolicking around naked. For someone whom hadn’t had their first time yet, seeing nude bodies not only there but appearing in your window after that every morning, afternoon and evening, with everything all exposed was quite daunting. It wasn’t that you were prudish, far from it. You were waiting for the right time with Kevin, and you didn’t want the beach getting to him and arousing him, so that if you didn’t fuck him, he’d go out and fuck someone else. Thankfully Kevin was the gentleman you first knew when your friend Sami had introduced you both, and nothing between you was ever spoke of the beach… Until this evening.

You’d shown up to RAW to support Kevin as he had a match on tonight, so following hyping him up in his dressing room, he made his way up to the ring, and you stayed behind in gorilla, watching on the monitors. Whilst watching Kevin hype up, Bobby & Lana passed by to make their way to the ring, which wasn’t unusual given the two were together, what was unusual was Lana giving you a skank look on her face, like she smelt shit or something. Bobby stayed at the entrance whilst she made her way out to promo for him, you had groaned and turned away from the screen to block her out as she’d become so agitating as of late, but the moment she had referred to Kevin as a quote ‘Pizza eating, basic, basic, man, who couldn’t get with a woman, so ended up with a pathetic fag’ that your button was not only pushed by the Russian wrestler, but SLAMMED down. Kevin was equally as angered on screen and made his way forwards aggressively, but at that moment, Bobby’s music sounded, sending him back toward the ring, you however were not so sated. Alongside your insecurities with sex, Kevin also carried a level of baggage with him as well was the perception of disapproving passers by, like how some gaze at you both hand in hand walking down a street (sometimes even coupled with a homophobic shot under their breath), the way some who’d flirted with you in public couldn’t believe you were wasting your time dating Kevin, or some who went into the comment sections of various websites and commented various things about Kevin’s weight and your relationship. Whilst you were often quick to anger, Kevin had a built up verbal strength he had attained through years of wrestling work, and would often deal away with detractors, but you knew it had to affect him as much as you, a badass he might be, but badasses have hearts as well. 

The thought of Kevin being broken alongside you, being paired with Lana’s venom swirling around however had pushed you over the edge. Lana had life so easy, people weren’t going to be racist on the street for fear of being knocked out, online commenters probably slid into her DMs, hoping her jungle fever would benefit them ‘Maybe she would understand if she pulled her head out of her ass’ you thought bitterly, she more than anyone should know about prejudice, but clearly not. You would have quite liked to have rushed Bobby in that moment and show Lana her man wasn’t all that, but he was bigger than you and would likely knock you into next week, so you tried to calm your breathing and instead focused your energy on the screens. This worked for a while but soon got ruined, as the camera crew, for reasons best known to them, continued to cut to Lana standing on the stage, shouting random things, clearly trying to coax Bobby to a victory. Having had about enough of her antics, an idea hit you, one where you could get her back while helping Kevin get one over on Lashley, so you made your way out of gorilla and down the hallway, soon spotting whom you were looking for. You made your way towards Asuka who was sitting alongside Kairi atop some boxes, titles on their shoulder as they strategised in Japanese on how to outsmart their weekly opponents. You got behind Asuka and tapped her on her shoulder to gain her attention, she quickly turned and the humorous look she had on her face soon vanished, you must have looked in a really angry mood “Hey Asuka, mind if I have one of your Green Mist pills? It’s for Lana.” You said rather pointedly gesticulating to the screen where Lana was now grabbing rolls of her skin with a gormless expression on her face. Everyone knew about you & Kevin’s relationship, knew how nice you were, and how nice you made Kevin when he was around you, so much so that it didn’t cross Asuka’s thoughts to disobey, she removed her title and rummaged in a bag on the back of it, pulling out one oval shaped pill, placing it into your hand “Pop it in now, it dissolves when you get to the stage, remember to spit clear into her face.” She advised, and thanking her for her advice, you popped the pill into your mouth, letting the liquidly wasabi concoction fill your mouth and made your way tight jawed to the stage. By this point, the gorilla was next to empty, most people casually waiting around, uninterested in the match going on. Pushing the curtains aside, you made your way out onto the stage amidst a ambivalent crowd whom were getting tired of the direction the match was taking, which soon turned to cheers as they realised that you had made your way out. Lana thankfully figured it was for her, and so continued to shout louder, not noticing you were right behind her. 

Adrenaline met blurriness in the next few moments as you grabbed Lana and spun her to you. Taking a deep breath, you spat forth the green mist into her face, landing a considerable lot in her eyes, causing her to shriek as the burn started to take affect. Looking up, you noticed Bobby had noticed and had furiously attempted to exit the ring, but Kevin had caught him with a roll up and hit the three count to pull off a victory to the cheering delight of the crowd. Kevin’s music filled the arena and you stood and watched with pride as Kevin roared his approval and soaked up the energy of the crowd, even pointing to you with a massive grin on his face. You exited shortly after, a rush of confidence from both the crowds response, your vengeance being sated and Kevin’s grin, completely bypassing the officials in the back with towels for Lana, whom surprisingly did not admonish you ‘Probably tired of Lana’s crap as well’ you thought, as you made your way to Kevin’s dressing room to wash the remaining mist from your face and rinse your mouth out. You’d only finished rinsing when the door opened and Kevin walked in “Hey Kevin” you said, in a cheery manner as if you hadn’t just ferociously sprayed wasabi chunks over Lana’s face and likely incurred the wrath of an angry Lashley, ‘The right move’ you thought as Kevin strode over to you and gave you a deep kiss “Hey Babe, thanks for what you did out there, I really needed a push and you spiked my adrenaline.” You suddenly felt bold and looked down at his shorts and responded “Not the only thing I’ve seemed to have spiked”. Kevin blushed bright red, the usually cocky wrestler at a loss for words, it was as if something had clicked, now was the time, but you wanted to do it on your own terms “Y/N. You sure you want to do this?” “Fuck yeah I’m sure.” You said boldly, launching yourself onto Kevin and kissing him again, this time wrapping your legs around his frame, holding yourself up, moaning into the kiss as Kevin grabbed your ass. You pouted as Kevin made to move you from him “Y/N, can we do this somewhere else? You’ve got Lashley on your tail, and if we do this here, they’ll probably catch us.” Nodding at his suggestion, you grabbed his hand and together made your way through the backstage area and across to your car, piling in and shutting the door.

No sooner had the doors been shut, Kevin’s lips were back on yours. “Come and ride me in this car” Kevin groaned out whilst cocking his fingers towards him in a ‘come here' but you shook your head “Not here, but I know a place, and tonight we need to go there.” Kevin sunk into his seat, whilst obviously upset that he didn’t get you to ride him in the car, he was still excited to see what you had planned, so you made your way to your intended destination, trying your best not to speed, but with a horny Kevin next to you, desperately wanting you, coupled with your own nerves about how the night would play out, it was difficult to adhere to the rules of the road. Somehow, someway, a while later, you stopped, it took Kevin one look out the window to notice where you were, as if the nudists walking across the road towards the beach was any indication “Y/N, you sure we can’t do it at home? I really don’t want to fuck you on the beach, I know everyone else there is naked, but it’s not a good idea when your me, everyone will stare and-.” You got out of the car and crossed over to Kevin’s side, opening the door and leaning on it to shield him from view of any passers by to not make him more uncomfortable “No Kevin, I’m not gonna fuck you on the beach, it’s close by, but not where anyone can see us, come on, follow me.” You extended your hand and after a few seconds of deliberation, grabbed your hand and pulled himself out “Lead the way baby.” He said, giving you a kiss to the cheek, and taking this as a sign of confidence, you led Kevin down the road. You passed a few people on their way to the beach, but rather than stopping and staring in a negative way, their eyes were alit, some looking at you and some looking longingly at Kevin, the idea of being adored by the beach patrons was exciting and also a good prelude to what you intended. 

You soon made your way with Kevin into the vacated changing rooms, and once he had made his way in, you shoved him against the door and kissed him feverishly “This is where I was thinking, no one comes in here and on top of that, you can make as much noise as you want and no one will notice, the walls are soundproof.” Clearly wanting to test this out, Kevin stretched your legs so they wrapped around his form again, covered your head and tossed you both against the wall, continuing the passionate kissing, only breaking it to remove your shirt and resuming as he tugged your pants off, leaving you bare for him. “Goddamn, you look fucking beautiful Y/N. I’m so damn lucky.” As he made to surge forwards, you gripped onto his shirt and tore it right down the middle, his torso now exposed “Same here, fuck you’re hot, knew you would be a fucking stud.” “That’s not how I pictured that shirt breaking but fuck I’ll take that over ripping it myself.” The self depreciating shot Kevin made caused you to remember in that moment why you’d picked the changing rooms, so you grabbed his hand and dragged him further in “Y/N, what the hell? I thought we were fucking there against the wall!” But you took no notice and finally got him where you wanted him, in front of the sinks, where a mirror stood overlooking them, encompassing a landscape view, you and Kevin clear as crystal in the reflection “Kevin, I know it’s my first time, but I want this to be about you as much as it’s about me. I know more than anyone that you have some level of insecurity about yourself, having been wrestling for years against hard asses, you’d have heard comments about yourself a lot, it’s why you grip my hand tight if someone gives us a look walking the street, why you’ll wear baggy clothes to bed, you didn’t want me to see you naked.” “Y/N, I wore them so you didn’t get the impression I was trying to rush you.” Kevin tried to wave away, but you knew he was trying to deflect cause you had worked out his intention with his choice of bed wear “Kevin. Fucking. Owens. I’m literally about to fuck your brains out and your trying to deflect shit, let me get this out please!” Kevin fell silent as you continued, “The point is, you have a heart and each shot at your weight stings it, well I’m gonna try and do my best to fix that tonight, as you fuck me, as much as you want to watch me fall apart on your cock, I want you to look into this mirror and appreciate the man staring back, the man who deserves everything in this world and more, cause that’s who you are Kevin Owens.” 

You finished your explanation, chest rising and falling, as if you’d been pent up trying to say this for a long time. Kevin also looked stunned “I don’t know what I did to deserve you Y/N, but I’m so fucking lucky I have you in my life.” You smiled back, he hadn’t rejected your offer of a sentimental fuck, so you could go ahead “It’s not luck Kevin, you are who you are, that’s why you got me, and I appreciate the gift I’ve gotten in you, from your sweet lips” You kissed him yet again, slipping in some tongue work before dragging your tongue down him “your facial hair” you flicked your tongue over his moustache in a teasing manner, causing his breath to catch, you dragged it down his beard “your pretty neck” you made sure to nip at him as you trailed your mouth down, leaving a hickey behind, 'those beautiful rosy nipples” you moved your hand to one whilst biting down on the other “Oh God!” Kevin groaned, throwing his head back at the treatment you were giving his sensitive buds 'your stomach” you mimicked the ministrations from his facial hair on his stomach, pressing your hand to the hot skin, Kevin’s heat radiating onto you. Anticipation was ripe in the air as you moved your hands down to each side of Kevin’s sports shorts, the moment stilling as excitement coursed through you, as you pulled his shorts down, his hard cock sprang up, catching you in the face, it was long but very thick, you knew it was going to be a task taking it all in, but you’d come this far, hadn’t you? “Your ass” you continued, one hand gripping onto his fat cheeks, "but the important things I’m focusing on this evening, are your balls” you licked a line right up them to the loud cries of the man above you, all leading up to “and your cock” tension finally tackled, you took his cock into your mouth.

Kevin’s hand flew to the wall to hold himself up as you began to suck his cock, first focusing on tracing his veins, before focusing on the head, giving it kitten licks, making his cock pulsate and drawing moans from Kevin “Oh fuck! Yeah, take it in your mouth, oh! So damn good” Drawing from the confidence Kevin was imbuing into you, you began to get sharper with your attention, now paying extra attention to his head and swiping your tongue across his slit, which proved too much for the wrestler, who gripped your head and started to push you along the length of his cock, causing you to make slobbering gaggy noises amidst his cries of utter pleasure “That’s right, take it, such a good fucking slut for me, Goddamn you know how to suck dick Y/N!” You lapped up the salty taste of his precum, looking up as you did so to see he was doing as you had asked him to do, he was staring at himself in the mirror, moaning as he admired the sight before him of you on your knees, sucking him off. Determined to not let him cum in your mouth, rather your ass, you moved your hands up to tug at his nipples causing him to divert his attention back down to you. You pulled off his cock and stared up at Kevin “Fuck me, please.” Kevin acknowledged your request “Spread out, hands on the sinks, ass facing me.” You obeyed, getting up and leaning down, letting Kevin get a good view of your asshole. Kevin hummed in appreciation, before placing his dick onto your ass crack “Gonna give you it slow alright. It’s not gonna be like how I finger you, it’ll be big, so relax as much as you can for me.” Taking his advice you drew steady breaths in and out of your nose, bracing yourself for the inevitable pain that would give it’s way through to utter pleasure.

Kevin pushed the tip of his cock in, and you gasped at how much it was different from how his fingers were, wider and thicker, it sent a burning sensation through you “Relax baby, it’s gonna be alright once I get it all in.” You listened to Kevin and relaxed your muscles as he pushed more and more of his length in, it was already a massive cock, so even as the burn ebbed away, you wondered how much more he had in him. Soon after this, Kevin let out a groan as he finally got all of his cock inside you, his balls resting comfortably on the bottom of your ass. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” Kevin moaned into your ear “I’m gonna have to make sure not to damage your walls cause fuck, I want you to grip my cock like this every single time!” As he nibbled on your ear, you smirked at his compliments, everything was working out, you needed only a couple of things left for him to do “Remember, eyes up and above all, move, fuck me already KO” That seemed to be the spark that ignited Kevin as he moved away from your ear and started to move, slowly at first, so you continued to get used to his massive length inside you “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good for me, clenching round my cock so good, you want me to go faster babe?” You nodded your head quickly, and suddenly felt his strong hand gripping your neck as he pulled out, aligning the crown of his dick with your asshole and began to thrust back in, his ass wobbling as he slapped back into you, moaning erupting from you as your walls stretched back around him and withdrew as began to fuck you roughly, more possessively. 

“Kevin, oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” You cried out, and Kevin did exactly as you asked him, going deeper and harder than he had done before, colliding full on with your prostate, making you cry out so loud, you were certain that if the walls were not soundproof, the entire nude beach would have heard by now. “Yeah, scream for me Y/N, tell me who owns this pretty ass I’m fucking with this big dick.” “You are Kevin, you are daddy!” Your face suddenly blanched, that was supposed to be private, something you only uttered when you stroked yourself in privacy “So I’m your daddy am I Y/N?” Kevin asked, stilling himself to stare down and ask you “I-I don’t know what came over me, I’m” the rest of your words were lost as Kevin pulled out and yanked you up so he was staring at you deep in the eyes “I know what came over you, you knew who owned you, body and soul, more importantly, who owned your ass. You knew who was giving it to you good, probably the best you’ll ever have, and you wanted to show appreciation to the man who was fucking you to heaven, so I’ll ask you Y/N, who’s your daddy?” You were quite shocked at his words that you stood stunned for a moment, it was only when Kevin said “Tell me, if you don’t this stops right now, I won’t put my dick back in.” That you let your submission fall from your mouth “You’re my daddy Kevin, you know how to dick me down the right way.” “Good boy” Kevin responded back, before grabbing onto your neck and bringing your lips together for a searing kiss, slipping his tongue in for good measure, tangling it up with yours. You soon broke it to groan “Fuck Owens Fuck” cleverly twisting his tagline to fit your moment, Kevin smirked and chuckled at your wit “Get up onto the sinks then” he demanded, and you placed your hands up onto the bench and pulled yourself up. As soon as you finished that, Kevin grabbed onto your legs and pulled them to the sides to slide up into your ass again, both of you crying out in sheer satisfaction, cries of “Fuck Kevin!” And “Fuck Y/N!” Wrent the air as Kevin began to pound into you again “Oh yeah! You love daddy so much, fuck you’re so amazing!” He let out as he battered against your G-Spot. This time you were able to see how Kevin looked above you, so strong and yet so blissed out as he fucked into your tight ass, you also got to see him glance into the mirror as he admired himself. You smiled beneath him, you knew that the thought you gave into your first time payed off, that he was loving himself as he bucked into you.

“Kevin, Daddy, I’m so fucking close” you cried out after a while, as a familiar hot coil began to grow in your stomach, signifying you were ready to burst “Yeah, it that right?” Kevin grinned “YES!” You cried desperately, you couldn’t be held back, not tonight, and so when Kevin pulled out again, you whined in desperation, you wanted him inside you as he came, but your complaints were for nothing, as Kevin grabbed you and spun you round so now you could see yourself in the mirror as well, flushed red and utterly spent from how he had fucked you deep. You barely registered how you looked before Kevin slammed back in, hitting your prostate and making you cry out of a mixture of desperation and lust “I want you to look at how pretty you are while I make you come from my dick.” With each pound he gave to your ass, you saw his raw dominating power on his face, and seeing that level of passion as he fucked you was your undoing. You yelled out your erotic release as you came, shots of your cum decorating your torso as Kevin stuck his hand out, catching the several shots that had missed, catching them in his hand and slurping it up into his mouth. He kissed you once again, your salty taste filling both of your mouths as Kevin’s tongue danced around your mouth, sharing your cum. Kevin soon broke the kiss as he neared his own release “Y/N, I’m gonna cum, right in your ass!” He cried out “Do it daddy, fucking come for me” you returned, this was exactly the push Kevin needed to fall over the edge and with one massive “OH FUCK YEAH! He emptied himself into you, his warm load coating your ass, as he growled and moaned in pure ecstasy as he came down from his high. 

You stayed like that for a while, taking in each other, your scents, how both of you looked above and below each other, sharing light kisses between each other as well. “Y/N, you were amazing.” Kevin finally breathed out, you were too breathless to respond, you nodded your head as acknowledgement. When you’d finally caught your breath back, Kevin pulled out and you made to stand up, only to wobble “Woah babe, I really put a number on you huh?” He said, staring at you with his hand under his chin as he admired the work he had done “Kevin, this isn’t a laughing matter, my legs are fucking mush!” You cried out exasperated, the words settling between you as you both burst out laughing at the situation. “Kevin, seriously, I’m gonna need some help back to the car.” You finally said, after you’d gotten your breath back “We’re not going back to the car baby.” Kevin said as he pulled you to him with one hand and supported you as he made his way out of the changing rooms “I’m ready to spend some time on this beach.” “What? Seriously? After we’ve fucked!” You said, shocked at Kevin’s level of daring “You were the one who dragged me to the changing rooms to fuck you!” He countered “and besides, we don’t have to mingle, we can rest of the sand, have our afterglow in the sunset, all that magic shit you wanted, after all, you deserve it, especially for making it about us both.” This was such a beautiful gesture from Kevin that you simply nodded as he lead you out of the changing rooms and onto the nude beach, which was packed as onlookers basked in the sunset, none more content however as you & Kevin Owens. 

[thesimonkshow]

The Master & The Prince; How Survivor Series should have been (Original Fic)

Summary: Seth Rollins has been the lightning rod of anger from the WWE Universe and it’s starting to affect him. After Kevin Owens insults him by bringing up The Shield, Seth is at his breaking point. However the arrival of a friend from another brand throws everything up in the air.

Notes: This will contain violence (obviously, this is a wrestling themed fanfic), course language & smut towards the end.

Author’s Note: This is a fanfic that I just threw together this morning, this is actually the first one I have written & published online, so please take that into consideration.

AND REMEMBER; these individuals are not my property, all use of WWE & NXT individuals in fanfic form applied to fair use. So with that being said, let’s begin.

Seth Rollins was in a bad mood. He had just confronted Kevin Owens about his defection to NXT at War Games & he retaliated by bringing up Seth betraying The Shield, which had happened once, incomparable to the opposing RAW team members consistent level of betrayal, which seemed to happen every other day.

So now Seth was in the corner, trying to keep his anger under control, it seemed to flare up more these days, but he found solitude often ebbed it away. He didn’t notice the pacing of feet as someone sat down besides him “Well hey there Seth. Someone got you hot and bothered?” Seth turned to see Finn Bálor, his friend & also a member of the NXT team this evening, and as much as he wanted to confide in him, he knew Raw had to come first. “And why would I tell you?, you’d only use it to further your team.” “Now why would I do something like that? I may be on their team, but you & I run deeper than this match.” Finn responded. Seth sighed, maybe it wouldn’t be an issue to drop his guard around Finn. “Fucking Kevin Owens, I brought up War Games, cause I was worried about our team that I have pit my grieviances aside for, and that bitch brings up me betraying The Shield, when he’s on Betrayal number who fucking knows?” Finn chuckled “That little cunt wouldn’t know loyalty even if it decked him in the face.” Seth let out a gutteral laugh, somehow things felt better when he was with Finn. They had grown close when they first feuded, the connection deepening when they would face The Miz for the Intercontinental Championship, Seth even considered making him a Shield member, maybe something even more, but anytime he thought about it, his mind returned to Dean & he pushed the thought away.

“It seems like your putting your reputation on the line for people who couldn’t give a shit about you. They just throw you away like you’re nothing. I remember when I faced The Fiend at SummerSlam, everyone wanted me to lose, I was so alone, so unhappy. And when I lost I heard the audience cheer & I felt so full of rage, like darkness just filled me. I waited for my moment to strike, and when it came, I ripped Johnny Gargano from limb to limb.” Anyone listening would have run away at Finn’s brutal delivery of words, yet Seth listened to Finn entranced. He felt the same way, he’d tried to stand for the lockerroom, for Vince, for WWE, but found himself hated and despised. Legends had tried to stand up for him like Bret Hart, but their appreciation did the exact opposite of what was intended. Hell In A Cell was both a release of that tension but also rock bottom, the hatred became like acid, attacks on him became more frequent. After emerging from that damn hole after being attacked by The Fiend at the draft, he had felt humiliated, but that quickly turned to rage, he had felt that same anger Finn felt.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, after everything that has happened, when I beat Bray up & set fire to his house, I felt so good, like at WrestleMania where I won the Universal Championship. I felt like Seth Rollins again.” “When Hunter pulled me from the roster & got me back to NXT, I felt like I had just won the Intercontinental title again. So on top of the world, even though I should have known I was all along, I just needed that push.” Seth paid attention to every word Finn said, it felt as if his friend knew his struggle & was giving his hand to help, the only person he cared about was giving him a way out. “Listen, I have to get back to my team, but I heard you weren’t gonna be wearing your RAW shirt, so if you choose, I got you something more your style. See you out there.” He pushed a package into Seth’s hand, grinned and set off. Seth opened the package, making sure no one was looking & grinned, he knew what he had to do.

The match was fury and fire as expected, Drew scored a big opening by knocking Dominik Dijakovic out in a few moments and to Seth’s delight, Kevin was quickly chucked by Tomasso Ciampa. After a lengthy match, he, Roman & Finn were the only surviviors. He knew Roman would form an alliance with him & sure enough “We take Finn, then you & me” he heard Roman whisper in his ear “Always man” Seth said back, Roman advanced forwards. Seth knew, now was the time.

He raced up behind Roman, low blowing him, putting Roman into a Pedigree & let Finn take him out. The crowd, already hostile enough on it’s own right, began booing at an alarming rate. Seth caught Finn’s eye & Finn knew what Seth wanted to do, he slipped out of the ring, marched to the announcer & tore the mic out of their hands. Returning to the ring he passed Seth the mic, the crowds now preceding to chant CM Punk as loud as they possibly could. “SILENCE!” Seth screamed with so much malice and venom exuding from his booming voice, that everyone actually listened and fell silent, even the commentary team. “For years I have been the one paving the way for WWE, creating The Shield, becoming the beacon for every division when I joined The Authority, setting a precedent for Money In The Bank when I cashed in the Main Event of WrestleMania, a precedent yet to be topped! I became a Grand Slam Champion & even came to your aid when Brock Lesnar had this division by it’s balls and wouldn’t let go, TWICE!” Seth sucked in an angry breath & continued “And how did you repay me? You spat on my reputation, you cursed my name when I disagreed with AEW, when I tried to stand up for everyone in the back, you hoped for The Fiend’s success, though he’ll soon take down everyone in his way, with no chance of anyone else succeeding. You wished for my death just for your own pettiness to be sated. You ran from me, just like your precious Roman Reigns ran.” He kicked Roman’s unconscious body emphasising his point. “He ran, all the way to SmackDown & never once bothered to check up on me. Use me to achieve his selfishdesire of getting his ‘Band of Brothers’ back together, and what did he do? Threw me away like I was disposable. Dean left because Vince used him, got the crowd to hate him through his turn that night, through those orders of saying he wanted Roman dead. Dean saw through it, much earlier than this time last year, he was right to leave.”

Seth looked at Finn, every word he said about the universe turning on him, he meant, not just for himself but for Finn as well “There was one man who truly cared, and that” he gestured over to Finn, watching on with his trademark smile, not filled with love, but with pure evilness, joyful at how Seth was brutalising everyone “was Finn Bálor. He was the only one who knew exactly what I was going through, cause he was there in my spot just months ago. He even knew I wasn’t myself, so he got me something that showed he knew me, what I’m all about, what I should have been about from Day One.” Seth ripped off his Red Chicago cover & the entire arena gasped. Below it, Seth wore Finn’s package, a half shirt, one side with Seth Freakin’ Rollins, another a side decorated in gold and black, the NXT logo emblazoned on the front.

“The Prince saw me when I was feeling the strain & gave me a way out. So no more Monday Night Rollins! I am no longer here to please you or anyone else. I’m in it for myself like Finn, doing things because I want to. I’m The Master of NXT, and if anyone gets in my way I will BURN. THEM. DOWN.” Seth let out his familar heel cackle & threw the mic away, hitting Corey Graves in the face with it. As the crowds boos sounded, he no longer cared, he was liberated, himself again. He grabbed Finn’s hand, the two survivors, the two that would always survive & strode to the back of the arena, they turned & in unison, raised Finn’s trademark guns, and shot right at the centre of the ring, where Roman still laid broken.

NXT would go on to win the evening, and a party at the bar was where everyone went, even the Undisputed Era, still sore but exctatic that their brand won the night. Triple H was the only one whom noticed Seth & Finn were not there, he rang them both, letting them know where their victory party was. Unbeknownst to Triple H, Seth & Finn were partaking in their own victory party. In Finn’s apartment, the two had thrown off each others clothes, both men on the bed, Seth’s head thrown back in ecstasy as Finn’s mouth worked his cock. “Fuck Finn, I’ve wanted you for such a long time.” Seth moaned, Finn proceeded to suck Seth’s balls, Seth letting out a sharp groan “Fuck, I should have told you earlier, I put it to the side, scared of hurting Dean, no more, I do what I want from now on.” Finn moved up to Seth’s face, kissing him. “And what does The Master want?” Seth gripped Finn’s back tight “You, Finn Bálor.” He threw Finn onto the bed, sinking into his tight ass. Both men moaned as Seth set a solid pace “Fuck, you feel so good around me Prince Bálor. So good for your master.” Finn gave Seth a sharp kiss “We’re each others prince and master, we work with each other, on our own side because we want to work together, the NXT division will tremble before both of us, together on our rightful thrones, the way we knew it was from day one, the way it should have been.” Motivated by Finn’s powerful words, the two began to thrust faster and faster, the clock on the wall, the pouring of the rain, the buzzing of their phones, all lost to their pleasure. “Seth, I’m about to cum.” Finn moaned out loud as Seth grabbed his dick and began to jerk it, desperate to get Finn off, to get his Prince to orgasm. “Seth yes, keep going. SETH FUCK!” Finn screamed at the top of his lungs as he came, landing atop of Seth’s hairy chest. He leant down and licked it off, causing Finn to moan. God Finn, your ass is so tight, I’m going to cum too” Seth made to pull out but Finn pushed him back down, causing him to fall on top of Finn’s chest, Seth felt every single one of Finn’s amazing abs. “No Seth, I want you to cum in me.” Seth’s face, eyes and whole body lit up with pleasure, he thrusted with more strength than he’d ever had, leaning down to kiss Finn as he came, shot after shot filling Finn’s ass. Pulling out slowly, Seth collapsed next to Finn. Pulling him in for a kiss. “Wow babe, why didn’t you say anything earlier? We could have been together all this time.” Seth finally caught his breath and answered “Dean, I always thought of him, how angry he would be if I moved on. I would have Shield bumped with you, had you as a fourth member if it wasn’t for him.” “Fair enough” Finn sighed into Seth’s chest “We’ve got each other now though, as we truly are: The Master & The Prince.” Finn moved up to Seth’s face, Seth leaning down, catching his soulmate’s lips in an Earth shattering kiss.

Author’s Ending Note: So yeah, a lot to take in, but I wondered how a heel Ballins would work. So I threw this together, remember to like, leave a comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed it. And remember to support fanfic writers.

[wweimagineandedit]

Kevin Owens holding you captive in a steel cage, threatening you because of your relationship with Seth, and Seth comes out to save you.

“Stay the fuck away from MY girl, Owens” 

[balorclubbabe]

Jealous

Seth Rollins/OC (smut): You and Seth have always been flirtatious with each other, but you’re waiting for him to make a move and ask you out. As things move along though, you discover that Seth has a tendency to get jealous and an even worse tendency to never want to admit it. (Includes: so much smut)

Ahhhh I’m so unbelievably happy that this is finally done. (Seth is still Intercontinental champion so that goes to show how fucking long this has taken me oops) For the life of me I cannot believe how long this ended up being. Thank you in advance for reading and I hope you like it! 

Tagging the lovely: @1dluver13xx @racingandreigns @nothinginlifebutgreif @godlymissbalor and @never-sawft-princess

A huff of breath escaped my lips as I stood before one of the many tables in catering, eyeing over my options. The selection for the night wasn’t particularly expansive, so I decided on the not so exciting option of a pre-packaged salad. Besides, my nerves seemed to be suppressing my appetite.

As I went to grab a bottle of water, I could see from my peripheral someone moving closer to me from the left. “Hey you.”

My heart fluttered slightly at the voice. “Hey Seth. What’s up?” I turned to face him.

Seth Rollins is someone that I’ve had a massive crush on for I couldn’t tell you how long. I mean, how could you not? Besides being insanely good-looking, he was an absolute sweetheart who never failed to make me laugh.

I don’t know what you could classify us as though; definitely more than friends, but nothing had happened besides some playful flirting on a pretty consistent basis. A couple of weeks ago we had gone out to grab a cup of coffee, just the two of us and I had thought maybe, just maybe, he was going to ask me out but all I got was a kiss on the cheek and the promise of, “We should do this again sometime.”. Since then, the flirting had continued as usual, but that was really it. He hadn’t been acting any differently around me, so I wasn’t sure how to approach the whole situation.

“I caught the end of your interview with Owens. You did great.” He was smiling at me. “I mean, you always do great, but that was definitely one of your best yet.”

I tried to fight off the flushing of my cheeks and returned the smile. “Kevin carried most of it if I’m being honest. He’s great at pretending to be obnoxious. But thank you.”

Seth chuckled, “Yeah. He is.” A brief silence settled between us as we stood there, when Seth grabbed a bottle of water for himself. “I’ll catch you later?”

I nodded, “Yep. Good luck with your match.” And bumped my hip into his ever so slightly as I brushed past him, hoping he’d notice my sort of subtle attempt at flirting.

We parted ways, me heading to take a seat with Nia and Alexa, while Seth walked back to the other side of the room to finish his own meal, sitting down with Roman and Dean.

Alexa leaned closer to me once Seth was out of earshot as I took my seat. “Ooooh what’s happening later?” She was half-whispering, a look of excitement on her face. “A date?”

I rolled my eyes at the short blonde. They were seated fairly close to the catering tables, so it came as no surprise that the pair was able to eavesdrop on my conversation. “I wish. I have to interview him for a segment later, that’s all.” I frowned, suddenly having even less of an appetite as I idly stabbed my fork through my salad. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Seth only sees me as a friend at this point.”

“Oh please, anyone with eyes could see that he’s into you.” She gestured over her shoulder with a nod of her head towards Seth’s table. “He’s clearly not trying to be subtle.”

“I thought so too Lex. I mean after he asked me to get coffee that one time I thought…I don’t know, maybe he’d ask me out.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe I’m reading too much into all of this? I mean, friends go and get coffee together all the time.”

Nia arched a brow, interjecting. “Hold up, you’re seriously waiting for him to ask you out? Girl, do you know what year it is? Just ask him out.” She made it sound like a breeze; I always admired her confidence in situations like this, but I wasn’t so sure I could ever muster up the courage to be so assertive and straightforward.

I laughed, “Believe me, if I had any idea what was going on in that head of his, I would totally consider it.” I pointed my fork in both of their directions. “Emphasis on consider.”

Shortly after I continued picking away at my dinner, my dear friend and fellow wrestler Zack Ryder entered catering. “Hey ladies, what’s going on?” and made himself comfortable, plopping down in the empty seat to my left.

Zack was one of my longest and closest friends, to the point where I’d consider him more like a brother. We had known each other way before WWE and thankfully ended up on the same brand this time around.

“Not much. Oh hey, great match by the way. Are you done for the night?” I quickly posed the question, hoping Nia and Alexa wouldn’t choose to let Zack in on our prior conversation. Mainly because I knew how prying Zack could be with this kind of thing.

“Oh girl I know you’re not trying to just change the subject like that.” Nia shot me a look before turning towards Zack. “Help us out here, Ryder. Don’t you think she should ask Rollins out?”

Zack sipped his protein shake, a giant grin spreading across his features. “Ooooh so you like Rollins huh?”

I shushed him, hurriedly clamping my hand over his mouth. Zack was naturally loud, he couldn’t really help it, but I still didn’t want the entire arena to hear him. “Shhhh!” My eyes darted around the room for a few seconds, relief flowing through me when I saw that Seth remained enthralled in conversation with Roman and Dean, having not heard Zack’s outburst.

Unfazed by my actions, Zack licked my open palm, immediately causing me to retract my hand. “Ugh not cool, Ryder.” I whined, hurriedly wiping my now sticky hand off on the front of his tank top.

“Sorry.” Zack laughed, draping his arm over the back of my chair. “They have a point, though. You should ask him out. What's the issue?”

“Hmm I don’t know, maybe completely embarrassing myself?” I mumbled. Why the hell did everyone make it sound so easy? I couldn’t be the only person on the planet to think asking someone out was hard. Was I just being a baby about this? “Zack please drop it? He probably doesn’t even like me as anything more than a friend.” I let out a sigh, my confidence once again tanking. “Who’s to say I’d even have a chance at all?”

“Hey come on, none of that.” Zack was smiling, but I knew his words were serious. Any time I would feel down about myself, Zack was usually one of the best people to cheer me up. I never knew how one man could be so optimistic so often. “You’re a total catch. Rollins would be a complete idiot to not realize how awesome you are.”

“Thanks Zack.” I smiled and gave his arm a squeeze, a sign that I appreciated his kind words. “Just do me a favor and don’t go screaming it to everyone in catering next time.”

Zack grinned, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “Aww you love me and you know it.”

I glanced up again, wanting to triple check that Seth hadn’t overheard our conversation. I was met with the sight of his back as he walked out of catering, while Roman and Dean continued to eat. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he probably had to rush off to get ready for his match.

I had just finished sitting in hair and makeup, adjusting the bottom of my dress so it smoothed down at my legs. I was rehearsing the upcoming segment in my mind; Seth was supposed to come backstage after his match with Ziggler, IC belt slung over his shoulder which would prompt me to ask who he thought his next challenger could be. Afterwards, he had a very short window of time before he was supposed to head back out in order to sit ringside with commentary during the main event, robbing me of another opportunity to try and be with him alone.

Meanwhile, Zack was lingering about, grinning at me as I checked my makeup in the handheld mirror one of the girls had let me borrow. “You excited for your interview?” I could tell by the look he was giving me that he was really asking if I was excited to be near Seth. And of course, like the nosey big brother-type he was, he just had to be front row for when it all went down.

I rolled my eyes playfully, “Oh be quiet. I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” I placed the mirror down on the table behind the cameras, affirming to myself that I looked presentable.

Zack laughed, “I’m kidding. It’ll be fine, just relax.” I couldn’t tell if he was referring to the actual interview this time or my impending conversation with Seth that I’d been hyping myself up for.

“Easier said than done,” I mumbled. I could see Seth coming down the hall as camera crew quickly hurried me into the proper position. I gave myself a final once over and took one final deep breath.

Zack shot me a wink and gave me a thumbs up before stepping back behind the camera guys, ready to watch the interview along with a couple of crew members and one of the writers for creative.

The cameras began rolling almost immediately, panning towards a sweaty Seth with a cocky grin spread across his face after I introduced him as “and still the Intercontinental Champion”.

As I held the mic towards him so he could speak, I tried to keep my eyes from wandering over his well chiseled chest. God he was so attractive it wasn’t even fair. There was no way in hell a guy like that could really be into me, right? I did my best to keep my focus on his words though; Seth proclaiming that he was a “fighting champion”, open to any challengers who thought they could take his title.

The cameras cut on the quick segment and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Besides the usual nerves that would settle in when the cameras turned on, Seth standing so close to me certainly wasn’t helping my anxiety.

Zack wrapped an arm around my shoulders, giving me a brief squeeze before releasing me. “Great segment, as always. You’re a natural.”

I could tell exactly what he was trying to do by his not so subtle over the top tone. Ever the wingman, Zack was giving the opportunity for a guy, in this case Seth, to take the bait and join in on the conversation. This would usually be followed by Zack running off. He’d done this several times at bars, sometimes against my will, mainly so he could pat himself on the back for trying to bag me a date.

My eyes drew to Seth who had a scowl on his face, “Yeah. Great work. Really.”

Before I could say anything else he abruptly made his exit, heading back towards his dressing room.

“Hey don’t sweat it, he has to rush back out there in a little bit.” Zack spoke quickly after seeing the frown form on my face. “Just grab him after the show. It’ll give you time to figure out exactly what you wanna say.” I took his words into consideration despite trying to fight off the disappointment I felt in the pit of my stomach.

I briskly made my way down the hallway, seeking out The Architect. The show had ended about half an hour ago and I hadn’t seen him since his quick exit after the segment we filmed. I knew he tended to take his time at the end of the night, meaning it was safe to assume he hadn’t left the venue yet.

Instead of running around backstage like an idiot, I figured my best bet was to ask someone, and luckily, the next person I happened to bump into was Renee Young. And I knew where Renee was, Dean had to be somewhere nearby.

Renee was out of her interview clothes, having changed into a pair of leggings and a comfortable looking hoodie, most likely belonging to Dean. “Hey girl. What’s going on?” She smiled at me as I approached her.

“Nothing much. Hey is Dean in there?” I motioned towards the dressing room that she had been lingering outside of.

“Yep! Just waiting for him to change so we can head out.” Renee frowned, probably noticing the anxious look on my face. “You ok?”

I paused before answering. I was ok…right? “Yeah. I just needed to ask him something really quick. Promise I won’t keep him too long.”

Before Renee could respond, Dean exited his dressing room, luggage in hand. “Hey. What’s up?” Dean gave me a friendly smile as he shrugged on his leather jacket, planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek.

“Hey Dean.” I did my best to return his smile. “Have you seen Seth around?”

Dean rubbed his chin. “Yeah, he just went over some stuff with Hunter so he should be heading to his dressing room. Don’t think he left yet.” He frowned, sensing that something was wrong. “Everything good? You seem…off.”

“I don’t know.” I finally let out a sigh, leaning against the wall. “I feel like he’s upset with me, but I don’t know what I did wrong or if I did anything wrong.” Dean and Renee had some knowledge of my feelings for the Kingslayer, but I’d be lying if I said I had ever been this obvious about it with them. At this point though, I was desperate. Besides, I knew I could trust the two of them to keep a lid on things.

Dean shook his head, “Don’t know if it’s any consolation but he hasn’t said anything to me about it.” and leaned against the wall as well, “I know it’s none of my business, but mind if I give you some advice?”

I nodded. “I’m all ears.”

“If I’m bein’ honest here, I think your best bet is to just be straight up with him.” At this point it really did feel like everyone was giving me the same words of wisdom, but I let Dean finish regardless. “Just go right up to him and say, ‘Hey, what the fuck is your problem, Rollins?’”

Renee lightly slapped her husband’s arm. “Maybe not those exact words.” before adding her own two cents. “But I agree. Best to be upfront about this sort of thing, you know?” She shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe it’s nothing after all.”

I let out a laugh at Dean’s brazen words but nodded, “Yeah, I may paraphrase a little bit, but thanks you guys. Wish me luck.”

I bid the couple a goodnight before hopefully going to find Seth. It wasn’t until I turned a corner that I saw him, heading towards his dressing room from the opposite side of the hallway. He was out of his ring gear and wore a pair of jeans and a dark hoodie, hair tied up in a messy bun. For a split second, he looked at me, or in my direction, before continuing his venture to his dressing room. That was all I needed to confirm my suspicions at that point; he was trying to avoid me.

“Seth wait up.” I sped up my pace to catch up with him before he could shut himself inside his dressing room. I knew that if I didn’t catch him now that I’d have to wait until the house show tomorrow. That is, if I even saw him there.

“What?” he practically spat, finally turning around to face me.

Ok I could deal with tired or a little moody, but he was being a straight up asshole right now. “What the fuck is your problem?” I hadn’t meant to say it quite like that, but I knew Dean would be proud at the very least.

He looked taken aback before quickly shifting into annoyance. “Are you being serious? My problem?”

“Yes I’m serious. Look, if you’re not interested in me anymore just fucking tell me so I can stop wasting my time. Because right now you’re acting like a dick for no reason.” I was trying my best to keep my voice from rising in volume, thankful no one was around to hear the two of us argue.

“Oh I’m sorry, didn’t realize I was wasting your precious time. I’m sure Ryder won’t be too mad at me.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing.

Wait…what? What the hell did he mean by that? “What does Zack have to do with any of this?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look I’m not stupid, ok? I’ve seen the two of you together, how you’re always with each other every goddamn second. For fuck’s sake you two were all over each other in catering before in front of fucking everyone.” Seth sounded positively bitter, seething as he spoke. “And you really wanna talk about wasting time? Well you shouldn’t have wasted mine if you were already fucking seeing someone.” I could tell this was something that had been on his mind for quite a while.

Yet, I couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. It all made sense now. The attitude, the short, rude responses? “You seriously think I’m with Zack?”

He frowned, eyebrows furrowing. “What? Why is that funny? You guys aren’t…together?”

I shook my head, “No, we’re not anything. Not even a little bit, Seth. We’ve known each other a long time, that’s all. He’s one of my best friends.” I gave him a look. “Just a friend.”

Seth blinked slowly, the realization of what was going on suddenly dawning on him. “Jesus Christ I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?” He let out a groan.

“Yeah. That sounds about right.” Despite the fact that it was all just one big misunderstanding, I still didn’t quite forgive him yet for being such an asshole. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t have just talked to me about this, Seth.”

“God…fuck I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a dick.” He ran his hands over his face, letting out a long sigh. “I just thought we were really…sort of hitting it off and I was getting ready to ask you out, like officially, but I thought I fucked up and missed my chance.”

My façade broke and I couldn’t help but allow a small smile to show on my face. I was still annoyed at his behavior, but admittedly, hearing him confirm that my crush wasn’t one-sided was definitely a step in the right direction for me. “So…did you still want to ask me out?”

Seth’s eyes shot up from the ground to meet mine, clearly surprised by my change of tune. “Of course! It’s just…ah shit I had something really nice planned too.” He frowned again. “Was gonna take you out to this diner nearby after the show. According to Dean and Renee they got the best cheesecake in town and I remember you saying that’s your favorite dessert, so I thought we could…ugh god damnit I’m so stupid.”

I honestly couldn’t believe he remembered such an insignificant detail that I must have mentioned to him months ago. I think I had been bitching about how lacking the dessert table in catering was. I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth, but if I was going to have a cheat meal, then I certainly wasn’t going to waste it on subpar cheesecake.

Even though it was something so small, the thought he put into trying to set up our “date” pretty much melted away the rest of my irritation towards him. “Well I’d still be up for trying the best cheesecake in town. If the offer’s still on the table?”

I saw a slow look of relief cross his face. “Yeah. Yeah definitely. Just have to pack my things and get the keys to my rental.” He went quiet for a moment. “You…wanna ride there together? I got a car to myself tonight.”

“Sounds good. I’ll let Alexa and Nia know that I have a ride.” I could tell that Seth was still a little uneasy just by the cautiousness he spoke with. As if he were afraid he’d say the wrong thing. In an attempt to quell his nerves, I briefly took his hand and gave it small squeeze, offering him a smile. “Text me when you’re ready to go.”

I tried to play it cool as I walked away, instead of jumping up and down with joy. I managed to hold it together until I was out of sight, trying to calm myself down before my last-minute, unplanned “date”.

The brief car ride over to the diner was slightly quiet, but comfortable nonetheless. Seth and I chatted and made small talk pretty much the entire way there, and I could tell he was feeling less and less anxious by the minute as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel.

When we sat down at the table inside the small, vibrant diner, it’s as if we hadn’t skipped a beat, falling into conversation easily, cracking jokes at each other mixed with a healthy amount of flirting. Also as an added bonus, it turns out Dean and Renee were correct because holy shit that was some of the best cheesecake I’d ever eaten in my life.

After our dessert, we drove back to the hotel, silent again as he walked me up to my room, which was on the other end of the hallway from his own. Seth had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, finally breaking the comfortable silence. “So…I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

I smiled at him, “Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” We both stood there, unmoving, me waiting for him to walk back to his room and him most likely waiting for me to retreat into mine.

I could tell he felt like he was still slightly treading on thin ice, carefully considering all of his actions and words. “Listen, I was a fucking dick today and I feel awful. So feel free to tell me to go fuck myself but…” He paused, breathing slowly out his nose. “Would it be ok if I kissed you goodnight?”

My face flushed at his words, but I nodded, my smile unable to leave my face. “Yeah. I’d like that.” I did my best to remember the words of confidence that Zack and the girls had bestowed upon me, trying to give myself a bit of a mental pep talk. It’s just a kiss. It’ll be fine. Just relax. You’re an adult, you can handle a kiss.

He moved towards me, hands finding their way carefully around my waist as mine came to rest against his chest. Still, he hesitated, only leaning forward when I titled my head up, our lips finally pressing together.

The kiss wasn’t too long or too intense, pretty standard for what you’d expect a first kiss between two people to be. Yet my heart felt as if it were going a mile a minute.

Seth pulled back slowly, smiling still. “Goodnight.”

I bit my bottom lip, bidding him a goodnight and retreating into my hotel room, trying to contain my excitement as I hurriedly texted both Nia and Alexa, knowing they’d want the full detailed report of my evening.

A couple of days after our date, Seth took me out to dinner and was able to work up the courage to finally, “officially” ask me out. Soon after that, we went public with our relationship, much to the delight of our friends, especially Alexa and Nia, who took nearly every chance they got to let a few “I told you so’s” slip.

I was backstage at Raw, watching the ongoing match on one of the many monitors on display; Zack was in the middle of a heated match against Mojo, one of his first televised ones in a while. Zack had mentioned to me earlier in the week that he wasn’t thrilled with the matches he’d been booked for recently, feeling as if he wasn’t given the opportunity to show his full potential. Zack was usually the one to, well, hype me up if I was down, but lately it seemed as if he was stuck in a rut of his own.

This match, though? I could tell Zack was definitely getting his groove back. He was pulling off moves that I had never even seen him try, which explains his gym routine being more intense than usual over the last week or so.

I hurried to the gorilla to meet him as soon as he pinned Mojo for the three count, practically throwing my arms around him the second he stepped backstage, despite the fact that he was sweating profusely. “Zack that was incredible! You both did amazing!”

“Aw thanks!” Zack chuckled, squeezing me tightly. “Glad all my hard work finally paid off. Here’s hoping this’ll get me to the main event soon enough.”

I planted a kiss on his cheek, pride swelling through me at how happy he looked with himself. “I’m so proud of you, seriously. That was a great match.” and released him so that the others in the gorilla could move to congratulate him and Mojo on a match well done.

As I turned around, I saw Seth, leaning against the opposite wall maybe 10 feet away, looking none too pleased. I brushed it off though, smiling as I approached him. “Hey you. Excited for your match?”

His arms were folded across his chest. “Yeah. Sure.” He said rather curtly, his eyes looking past me rather than at me.

“Babe is everything all right?” My eyebrows knit together in concern as I placed a hand on his upper arm.

“Perfectly fine. Why don’t you go congratulate Ryder a little more, though?” The tone of his voice was cutting as he lightly jerked away from my touch. “I’m sure he’d just love that.”

My concern quickly faded away as I realized what Seth’s problem was. Don’t get me wrong, dating him was beyond wonderful; he was funny and sweet, and all around a fantastic boyfriend. But in the few months we had been together, I discovered that sometimes he could get jealous, to the point where it would cause fights between us. Usually it wouldn’t be so bad, hell I’d even go so far as to call it healthy- but lately it seemed to be happening more and more frequently.

“Really Seth?” I couldn’t hide the annoyance in my voice. “This again?”

“What do you mean this again? Sorry I’m not okay with my girlfriend practically throwing herself at another guy right in front of me.” He rolled his eyes.

“I mean this again as in I thought we went over this. Zack is one of my best friends, and that’s it.” What made the fights even worse was that probably half the time they would be about Zack. Why does he keep texting you? Does he really need to talk to you that much?  That, and about a dozen other different complaints that I could rattle off. “You’re really jealous because I wanted to congratulate my best friend on his match?”

“Jealous? Please.” Seth, still very visibly annoyed, scoffed, as if the idea were really that ridiculous. “I don’t get how I’m the bad guy here. You could’ve congratulated him in a way that didn’t involve you being all over him.”

“You know he’s seeing someone right?” I raised an eyebrow at him, my hands now resting on my hips. “Because it’s not enough for me to go ruining my own relationship, but apparently I’m also trying to ruin someone else’s, right?” My words were practically dripping with sarcasm, but I couldn’t help it. I was beyond the point of caring if me dishing an attitude back bothered him.

Seth let out a huff of breath, muttering out a “whatever” which translated roughly to “I don’t want to talk about this anymore”. That was definitely the worst part of the fights; most of the time, Seth would realize that he was being a little ridiculous, but instead of admitting it, he’d stop talking all together, making the entire fight drag on much longer than necessary.

Usually I’d just let him have time to himself to think it over, but I was over him doing this. And when we’re at work no less. I didn’t exactly want our co-workers getting an in-depth glimpse into our relationship. “Yeah, whatever. I’m done talking about this.” Brushing passed him, I headed towards my dressing room, doing my best not to stomp my feet in frustration on the way there. If he wasn’t going to talk this out like an adult, then I certainly wasn’t going to push it. Especially not here.

After a few seconds I heard the sound of quick footsteps behind me. “Where the hell are you going?” Seth had hurried after me once I rounded the corner, away from potential prying eyes and ears.

“I’m getting my stuff and I’m going to the hotel for the night.” I didn’t bother turning around to face him as I continued walking. His match was next, and I had planned to stay and watch as I always did, but right now I didn’t want to deal with him being like this.

“Babe don’t-”

I stopped and turned around once we reached my door and held my hand up, signaling for him to stop. “No Seth. I’m not doing this right now. Not here.” I knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to go too long without talking about this, but this was a conversation that I didn’t want to have at work. “And for the record, you don’t see me getting like this with any female friends of yours. Funny how it only applies to me, huh?”

I hadn’t meant to sound so harsh as I said it, but it was true; we both had friends on the roster of the opposite sex, but I’d never gotten jealous over him talking or hanging out with any of them. Yet if someone like Finn ever said so much as “hello” to me in passing, it would usually lead to another argument between Seth and I.

It was silent between us for a few seconds in the empty hallway, Seth clearly having no idea what to say. We had bickered about this before, but I think he could tell that this time around I was truly fed up with his actions, not so willing to just let him brush it under the rug like he usually tries to do.

I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut (mainly to keep the tears at bay) before looking at him again. “I’m getting a ride back with Nia and Alexa. Good luck with your match.” And with that I closed and locked my dressing room door behind me. Seth was truly stubborn in many ways, and I knew he didn’t like leaving situations like this unresolved, so it was only a matter of time before we’d end up talking about this, but now was not the time.

Alexa and Nia had finished their respective matches for the evening but hadn’t left the arena yet. Thankfully they had room in their rental, so I packed my things and met with them in the parking lot.

“Thanks for giving me a ride, guys. I seriously appreciate it.” I piled my things in the trunk and settled in the backseat of the van.

“No problem girl.” Nia, who was behind the wheel, glanced back at me before starting the ignition. “Sooooo are you gonna tell us what’s going on? Your texts were a little vague.”

I let out a sigh, “Seth and I got into a fight...again. Lately it feels like if another guy so much as looks at me, he gets upset. Usually it passes after a little bit, but I think this was the worst fight we’ve had yet.”

Alexa turned around to face me from the passenger seat, frowning. “Was it about Zack again?”

My phone buzzed, and I glanced down to see a message come across my screen. Speak of the devil, Zack had texted me, no doubt wondering where the hell I went off to. He of all people knew that I usually stayed the entire show unless I was really tired.

You left already? Is everything ok?

I typed out a quick response before answering Alexa.

Yeah. I’m riding back to the hotel with Alexa and Nia. Tell you about it later.

I knew Zack would be worried, but I didn’t feel like going into detail about this whole situation with him just yet. Especially over text. “Of course, what else?” The girls were well aware of the fights that Seth and I would have, so this wasn’t new information to them. “I just thought this would’ve stopped by now, you know? And when I try to talk it out with him, he pretty much shuts down on me.” Another vibration, Zack, who is no doubt the fastest texter I’ve ever known.

Alright. Here if you need anything. :)

“I know it’s frustrating to try and get through to him when he gets like that, but he needs to realize that this isn’t something that is going to get better if it’s ignored.” Alexa spoke softly. “You need to really sit him down and make sure this is a two-sided conversation; it can’t be just you trying to fix it.”

I nodded, “I know. It’s just…I’ve never walked away from him like that. And now I’m wondering if I took it too far.” I hurriedly wiped the corners of my eyes before any tears could fall. I was never the type to let a problem sit and stew for too long, especially something like this, but Seth could be so damn frustrating when he got like this.

Alexa squeezed my hand comfortingly as Nia spoke. “You have every right to be upset with him, especially since this is something you two have talked about more than once. There’s nothing wrong with giving each other some space to think.” She paused, before adding, “I’m almost positive he’s doing his fair share of thinking right now.”

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, each of us grabbing our bags and heading up to our floor. I politely declined their offer for an impromptu girl’s movie night, which I would normally be up for, but I was suddenly feeling more exhausted than I had thought.

Alexa pulled me in for one last embrace, with Nia following suit. “I promise it’ll all work out. Rollins is stubborn as hell, but he’s crazy about you. Just give him time.” Nia nudged my arm playfully before letting go of me. “And if you need the two of us to straighten him out, we can do that too.”

I giggled, bidding the pair a goodnight before settling into my room. A part of me wanted to turn on Raw and tune into Seth’s match, which would just be starting, but I decided against it. Stripping out of my clothes, I threw one of Seth’s shirts on and crawled into bed. Initially, I was going to wait up for him to get back so we could talk, but my eyes felt heavy and before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

I don’t know how long it had been since I had dozed off, but I stirred awake awhile later at the sound of the room door creaking open. I could tell Seth was trying to be as quiet as possible as I heard faint rustling on the other side of the room, which was probably him changing for bed.

I kept my eyes closed, hoping I’d be able to fall back asleep. Shortly after I felt a warm body crawl under the covers next to me from behind, followed by a pair of arms wrapping around my midsection. “Hey princess. You awake?” Seth whispered.

I almost wasn’t going to answer and pretend to be asleep, but I mumbled out an “mmhmm” as he adjusted so that his chest was pressed against my back.

I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck as he nuzzled into me, his stubble tickling my skin. “Sweetheart I am so fucking sorry. About everything.” He paused for a second before continuing. “I know I get upset over this kind of shit way too easily. But that’s something I need to deal with. It’s not fair that I take it out on you.”

I stayed silent, still conflicted over the whole situation. Again, a part of me wanted to be petty and ignore him, but I knew the sooner that we had this discussion, the better.

“Fuck baby, please say something? Anything? What do I have to do to make this better?” I could hear the frustration in his voice as he pleaded. I could tell just how bothered he was by my lack of response.

Finally, I flipped over on my other side to face him, seeing the hurt in his eyes as I sat up. “It means a lot to me that you apologized but…this isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation, Seth.” I took a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears that I already felt coming on. “How am I supposed to feel knowing that my own boyfriend doesn’t trust me?”

He was still laying down, adjusting so that he was on his back, rubbing both hands over his tired-looking face, “Sweetheart that’s not true. Of course I trust you. It just gets…hard for me to watch other guys be so close to you.”

“Seth, I love you, I really do. But I don’t want this to be an issue anymore.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, my eyes shifting away from him. “If you really did trust me like you say, you would trust that I wouldn’t let anything, or anyone jeopardize what we have.” I paused for a moment, choosing my words carefully. “I’m with you for a reason, Seth. But if I don’t have your trust like you have mine, I don’t know how we can ever move past this.”

When I met Seth’s gaze again, his eyes were wide. “Wait. What did you just say?”

I was about to get annoyed at him for not listening to what I had said and tell him to fuck off and go sleep on the floor, but then the realization of my words dawned on me before I could. To be honest, they were out of my mouth before I even realized it. “Oh shit.”

Seth scrambled so he was sitting up, the light from the moon shone through the window, showing me just how surprised he looked. “You love me?” He asked the question as if he could hardly believe what I had said was true.

I closed my eyes briefly before exhaling through my nose and nodding. “I do.” It wasn’t that I was afraid of him not returning the sentiment, but this wasn’t exactly how I pictured this conversation going. Admittedly, I’d felt this way for a while, but was never quite sure how to bring it up to him.

The brief silence between us felt as if it lasted an eternity, and I was starting to think that this was the beginning of the end. As I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes once again, him saying my name broke through the quiet of the room. “Baby girl look at me. Please?”

I sniffled, hesitating. I didn’t want things to end like this. I didn’t want the gentle, awkward way he was probably going to say that he wasn’t ready for us to use the “l-word” with each other. That it was too much, that we moved way too quickly for the time we had been together. That maybe we would’ve been better off as just friends instead.

The panic within me quickly subsided however, when Seth’s fingers brushed my tears away, tilting my chin upwards so that my eyes met his. “Hey. Please don’t cry.” He scooted forward to gently grasp my face between his warm hands. “I love you too. More than anything. So much that it fucking scares me sometimes.” He paused, sighing. “Maybe that’s why I get like this; I’m so afraid of losing you. You’re the best god damn thing to ever happen to me.”

I placed a hand over one of his, feeling a small smile break out on my face. “Seth you’re not losing me. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

He let out a breath, nodding before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ve been such a fucking dick tonight. Let me make it up to you.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant until his mouth moved lower, stopping at my collarbone, causing me to shudder. “Seth-”

“Please, baby?” His lips were warm and wet against my skin, mouthing over the spot he knew drove me absolutely crazy. “Let me show you how much I love you. Show you just how much you mean to me.” He bit down gently, soothing the now marked area with his lips and tongue, while his hand wandered down my back, groping at my ass.

I bit my bottom lip, trying but failing miserably to hold back a grin. “Well how can I say no to an offer like that?”

I could feel him smirk against my neck, “Lay down for me, princess.” I obeyed, falling flat on my back as Seth kissed me deeply and slowly, his thumbs hooking in my panties before sliding them off my legs and tossing them away. I inhaled sharply as his fingers finally brushed against my wetness, providing me with some relief. “Shhh don’t worry, I got you.” Seth chuckled before lowering himself, adjusting until he was in between my legs. “Going to make you feel so damn good, sweetheart.”

A loud moan escaped my lips as he easily slipped a finger inside me, followed by a second one as his other hand squeezed my thigh. Sometimes it felt like he knew my body better than I did, knowing exactly where and how to touch me. I hadn’t even realized just how aroused I was until his hands began to wander.

“Look at you, princess.” I heard him chuckle before leaning forward, delivering a slow, sloppy lick to my clit, causing me to nearly jolt off the bed. He held me still though, pumping his fingers in and out of me so agonizingly slow I thought I’d go crazy. “Already so fucking wet for me. I love that I can get you like this.”

“Only you.” I managed to get out as fingers curled inside me, drawing another moan from my lips. His digits were moving in just the right way as his hot breath washing over my most sensitive area sent a shiver up my spine. One of my hands entangled itself into his dark hair, letting loose the bun he had piled atop his head.

“Oh yeah? Well lucky me.” He mumbled before moving in again, his tongue burying itself in between my folds. It traced zigzags over my clit, alternating speed and direction whenever I’d let out a moan or buck my hips against his warm mouth.

I let out a desperate sounding whine as he continued to devour me, eyes never leaving me as he did so. He always got off on watching me come undone because of him, the noises I’d make because of him. He also loved ordering me to keep my eyes open, so I can see exactly what he was doing to me. “Oh fuck Seth, please!”

“You gonna cum for me?” His mouth was still pressed up against me as he spoke, the vibration causing me to jolt. He chuckled again, clearly not needing a verbal response, “Fuck yeah, you are.”

He continued his actions with fervor, setting a harsh pace as I came against his mouth with a loud cry, my back arching off of the bed.

He didn’t stop though. Even with my thighs squeezing around his head as his beard roughly brushed against me with every lick. “Again.” His tone was rough and demanding, drawing another moan from my lips. “Cum for me again, baby girl. I’m not stopping ‘til you do.”

I was already beyond oversensitive, so it only took a few more harsh strokes of his tongue and his fingers scissoring inside of me before I was crying out again, my second orgasm running through me like a freight train. Having released his hair, my fists wrapped themselves up in the white sheets beneath me as I did my best not to suffocate him between my legs.

Finally, he moved back up, his beard and chin coated with my arousal, a cocky grin spread across his face and he pressed a long kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste myself. He was always so damn pleased with himself after making me cum once, but twice? Seth Rollins called himself “the man” for a damn good reason, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

“God I just love the noises you make for me.” He unceremoniously tore his shirt that I wore up over my head and threw it nearly halfway across the room before our lips hungrily met again.

I kissed him back eagerly, my fingers fumbling between us before they found their target: the waistband of his basketball shorts. I couldn’t help but whine as he shook his head, grasping my wrist gently and pressing a kiss to my palm. “Another time, sweetheart. I’m not done making it up to you yet.”

I whimpered in protest, arching my body against his, feeling just how hard he was and hoping he’d cave in. “I don’t know, I think letting me suck your cock would be a pretty good way of making it up to me.”

He growled, nipping my bottom lip. “God damn I love it when you say such naughty things.” He smirked, shaking his head slowly. “But not tonight, baby.”

“Seeeeeeth.” I didn’t care that I was reduced to begging; I was desperate to touch him, taste him, something- but he wasn’t budging. In a last-ditch effort, my free hand wandered down in an attempt to touch him again, but he quickly grabbed my other wrist, pinning them both above my head.

“I’m not going to have to tie you up, am I princess?” He raised an eyebrow at me, anticipating my response. “Unless that’s what you want tonight?”

Usually I’d welcome the idea of him restraining me, but tonight I needed to touch him, needed to feel his skin underneath my hands, and I didn’t want to risk that being taken away from me. “No.” I let out a small huff. “I’ll be good.”

He switched to holding my wrists above my head with one hand, an easy task considering how much larger his hands were than mine, “You sure about that?” His free hand pushed his shorts down, far enough so that his cock sprang out, so rock hard that it almost looked painful. I subconsciously licked my lips when I saw it, and he took notice. “Oh this is what you want isn’t it, baby? You want this cock inside that tight pussy, don’t you?”

I nodded furiously, biting my bottom lip as he grasped himself at the base, rubbing his tip up and down against my folds, coating himself in my arousal. Thankfully it seemed like he wasn’t planning on teasing me for the rest of the evening, and after a few seconds he sunk into me completely, causing my eyes to nearly roll to the back of my head as I practically sobbed out his name. I flexed my fingers, digging my nails into my palms, hoping he’d let me touch him soon. I wasn’t sure I could survive the torture of being restrained while he fucked me tonight.

It felt like an eternity before he decided to move again, rolling his hips just the right way as he drew himself all the way back out before immediately driving his entire length back in up to the hilt. “Ugh shit you feel good.” He buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting wherever he saw fit, not caring that he was definitely marking me up a decent amount. “Never gonna get enough of how fucking tight you are.”

Finally, he released my hands, allowing me to wrap my arms around neck while his hands grasped onto my hips, angling himself so that he could thrust into me almost effortlessly. He let out a low grunt against my skin with every movement, his grip on me only tightening, which probably meant some minor bruising in the morning. “Fucking shit baby. Going to give you exactly what you need.”

As a lover, there were times where Seth would switch between methodically slow lovemaking, and rough, fast-paced fucking. And don’t get me wrong, I was a huge fan of both for different reasons, but as far as him giving me exactly what I need? The day had taken an emotional toll on the both of us and I honestly just wanted him to fuck me so hard that we both forgot about it.

And apparently, I didn’t even have to ask for it. Seth suddenly halted his movements, and before I could complain, threw both of my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to drive even deeper inside of me, brushing against my core with every pump.

With an unrelenting grip on my thighs, he picked up the pace again, bottoming out with each and every thrust. And I knew he had to be tired from his match earlier, but he sure as hell wasn’t letting it show. It felt like he was pouring every ounce of strength into holding me in place while his cock drove into me over and over again.

“Fuck Seth-!” I gasped out, as his movements effectively cut off whatever expletive or noise was about to come out of my mouth.

“That’s right, princess.” His movements began to get more and more frantic as he fell out of his rhythm, and I could tell he was agonizingly close to his climax. “God damn, you feel too good. Not fair you have me ready to cum so soon.” I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as a smirk spread across his lips. “Looks like I’m going to have to fuck you a few more times tonight to really make it up to you.”

One of his arms unhooked from around my leg, only to move between us, circling my sensitive bundle of nerves at a much harsher pace than before, desperate to bring me to another climax before he reached his first. “Think you can give me just one more, baby girl? Think you can cum for me one more time before I fill you up?”

I nodded frantically, biting my bottom lip so hard I swore I could’ve drawn blood. I felt my third orgasm of the night roll over me, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as my head fell back into the plush hotel pillow, a string of wordless moans and noises escaping me as he practically began to drill himself into me.

“That’s right baby, fuck here it comes, gonna fucking fill you up so good.” The rest of his words drifted off into a growl under his breath. He let out one last loud groan as his hips stuttered, emptying himself inside of me.

Pushing his now frizzy and sweat-dampened hair out of his face, he released my legs, setting them back down onto the mattress before collapsing next to me.

I let out a breath, feeling my heart rate starting to gradually slow down. Safe to say, that was one of our most intense lovemaking sessions to date, with both of us lying there worn out and well-fucked.

“Hey.” Seth suddenly rolled me over, pulling me close to him so I was laying on top of him, our skin sticking together. “I know I said it before, but I really am sorry.” He kissed me again, this time softly. “You were right, I was jealous. A stupid, jealous asshole.”

I returned the kiss with a smile, “I forgive you. Thank you for apologizing.”

“I promise I’m going to do better. Not just for you, but for the both of us.” He squeezed my hand, pressing a kiss against my wrist. “I love you so fucking much, and I’ll do anything to make this work.”

I smiled at him, trying to keep myself from tearing up again. At the end of the day, that was all I ever wanted for the both of us.

He kissed me again, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. “Gonna jump in a shower. Wanna join me?”

“Maybe.” I let out an exaggerated moan as I cracked my back, shooting him a flirty smile. “Only if you promise to scrub my back after leaving me so sore.”

I heard him cackle from beyond the cracked bathroom door, “Oh sweetheart, if you think you’re sore now, just you wait. You’re not going to be able to walk to the car tomorrow when I’m through with you.”

I heard the sound of water running and just as I stood up to join him, a knock sounded at the door. I raised an eyebrow; who the hell would be at our door so late? Hopefully not someone from a neighboring room or hotel security complaining about all of the noise Seth and I had made.

I hurriedly gathered Seth’s t-shirt and my panties and threw them back on. I peered through the peephole, seeing that it thankfully wasn’t a disgruntled hotel patron, but Zack. He was definitely more of an early bird, so him being awake and at my door this late was odd to say the least.

Thinking that something could possibly be wrong, I hurried and opened the door to greet him. “Hey, everything ok?”

He folded him arms across his chest, clad in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajama pants. “I should be asking you that. You weren’t answering your phone and I got worried.”

“Ahh shit, sorry Zack.” I frowned, suddenly feeling a little guilty. I had completely forgotten I had promised to talk to him later, and it was now technically way beyond later. “I left the venue and ended up turning in for the night earlier than I thought.”

“Now you’re lying to me? I’m hurt.” He grinned, gesturing to my neck, where some very visible hickeys were now scattered. “Unless Rollins is a vampire that feeds on you while you sleep?”

I felt my face flush, playfully slapping his arm. “Shut up. Isn’t it past your bedtime anyway, grandpa?” Fuck, how was I going to explain this to the girls in make-up? Maybe I could go with a scarf tomorrow? Or a turtleneck?

He laughed, holding his hands up in defense. “Hey, you said you’d tell me what was going on later and it is later. But judging by…” he again used his hand to gesture to my entire face/neck area in a circular motion. “You seem to be doing just fine.”

I opened my mouth to give him a brief explanation of my texts from earlier, but Seth’s voice interrupted me before I could. “Water’s warming up, princess. Hope you’re not too worn out because I’m gonna bend that cute ass over and-”. Seth’s words cut off as he stepped out of the bathroom (thankfully with a towel around his waist) his eyes going wide after seeing that we were no longer alone. “Oh uh hey Ryder.” He awkwardly scratched his beard. “Sorry man, didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry bro, I was just leaving. Didn’t mean to interrupt your night.” Zack chuckled, turning to leave, “I’ll talk to you in the morning, we can grab breakfast if you’re not too worn out. That goes for you too, Rollins.”

Trying desperately to hold back my hysterical laughter, I bid my friend a goodnight before closing the door once again.

Seth let out a loud sigh, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I guess it’s a good thing I decided to put a towel on.”

“Hey at least he didn’t see you naked.” I laughed. “My fault though. Forgot to text him earlier and wasn’t expecting him to come by so late.”  

Seth didn’t speak for a second, before shrugging his shoulders. “No worries. He wanted to check up on you. That’s the type of person you should be friends, you know?”

I opened my mouth to respond but decided to say nothing. It made me happy that he was already seemingly more open to Zack. Breakfast tomorrow could also be a promising step in the right direction. Hell, maybe the two of them would end up as friends. “So…what were you saying about that shower?” I asked coyly, tracing my fingers over his forearm.

“The ‘scrubbing your back’ part, or the ‘bending you over and fucking you’ part?” He leaned his head forward, his lips pressing against my skin again. “Because I could go for both.”

“Hmm,” I pretended to be mulling it over, but I think he knew I had already made up my mind. “I think I like the sound of both too.”

“I told you sweetheart,” He paused, giving my ass a light slap guiding the both of us to the bathroom. “I still have a lot of making up to do for tonight.”

[champseths]

WIP GAME

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Tagged by: @rocknrolleigns (thanks! <33)

Fandom Oriented:

Somewhere Close to You: Fantasy AU set in a pseudo-medieval world of magic. Ambrollins/Ballins, with a healthy amount of background Zowens, maybe a handful of other minor ships. The basic plot is that assassin Dean Ambrose, semi-retired assassin Kevin Owens, and career thief Sami Zayn (who basically just tags along for the ride) are hired to track down and kill Seth Rollins, the prince who killed the King of Kings. They’re also tasked with retrieving something Seth has in his possession: Finn Balor’s soul. The fic is very plot-centric, and will pretty much have equal amounts of Ambrollins and Ballins. Originally the plan was for the endgame to be that Seth ends up with Dean, but now I’m leaning more towards Seth ending up with Finn. Haven’t totally decided yet, though. There are like half a dozen ways the story could play out. I’m super proud of this fic! 

Halo of the Dark: It’s finally almost finished! Ballins college AU, and a ghost story. Seth is attacked by a violent ghost on Halloween night, and it’s been haunting him ever since. Something, though, seems to be protecting him - and then there’s Finn Balor, the boy with the blue, blue eyes and infectious smiles, who Seth quickly finds himself falling head over heels for. Basically, Seth runs afoul of a ghost and falls in love with a demon. Typical. 

FCWhat: Lol, this isn’t the title of the fic, just the document, cause I don’t have a title for it yet. It’s an FCW Ambrollins one-shot that I started forever ago but never finished. I keep going back to it, but I haven’t committed to finishing it yet. Not much plot, Dean confronts Seth and then they bang. I pretty much just started this to try and work out how I want to write smut lmao. Maybe it’ll get finished, maybe not.

But It Seems Like I Never Had You Anyway: This one’s just an idea right now, because I don’t want to try getting into it until Dean and Seth’s current storyline is over. The idea is that Seth goes to find Dean after a show one night, months after their feud has ended, to tell Dean that Finn has asked him to marry him. Seth’s looking for closure, maybe, or maybe just some sign that not all he once had with Dean has been lost, that maybe there’s some small hope they might go back to the way they used to be. The fic might not happen, ‘cause I might just want to focus on other things, but this idea’s been banging around in my head for a while and I think I might try it, at least.

I’m still thinking of doing a Rollintyre fic in a fantasy setting, a similar universe to Somewhere Close to You. Basically that Drew McIntyre, an infamous warrior, is summoned to meet with the King of Kings, Hunter, who asks Drew to become a part of his army. Drew finds himself captivated by the Prince, Seth Rollins, and the two of them have a torrid affair. I think it’s a fun idea, so I might eventually do it, haha. 

Originals:

Black and Silver: A fantasy/adventure/romance novel that centers around five men: Cass, a beautiful young innkeeper who happens to be a very powerful necromancer; Sil, an amiable, trigger-happy modern day Holy Knight; Shua, a scarred and reticent man who is being hunted by mysterious beings; Fyren, a youth on the run from his own family; and Cal, Cass’s ebullient stablehand who can talk to all living creatures, plant and animal, and who might just be a whole lot older and more powerful than he seems. Then there’s Angel, a strange human-like creature that protects Cass from all threats and obeys his every command. The story revolves around finding the beings who are hunting Shua, Cass and Shua falling in love with each other, the deep, complicated friendship between Cass and Sil, the unfolding mystery of who Fyren and his family are, and, more broadly, the complex nature of Sil’s faith, Cass’s relationship to his magic, and Shua’s struggle to understand who and what he is. 

I tag: @panwatcheswrestling @blacktylers if you haven’t already done this, and anyone else that wants to do this! I don’t know who else does fics haha.