#t: ringside

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Unshaken from Red Dead Redemption 2

vs.

Ringside from Rhythm Heaven Fever

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Note: The propaganda contains spoilers for Red Dead Redemption 2.

Unshaken:

Spoilers ahead for Red Dead Redemption 2: This song made me cry the first and second times I played RDR2. You lost two dear friends in a robbery gone very, very wrong. You got stuck on a nightmare island for a month with all the worst people in your gang. You're struggling with your loyalty to the gang leader, who no longer seems fully loyal to you or anyone you care about. You've been feeling poorly. Probably the humid tropical air. Probably. You finally get back to the mainland and are tasked with finding the gang members who escaped, so you steal a horse and ride it back to the old hideout, knowing they're not likely to be there anymore. The sun rises as you ride through the swamps and fields. It begins to rain. And this beautiful tearjerker of a song plays. Your world is falling down around you. All you want is to get out safe with your people. That's looking less and less likely every day. "May I stand unshaken / Amid, amidst a crashing world"

[talentforlying]

oh it is fight night on the dash babey, everybody grab a steel chair!

[imvgeswrestling]

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Hi gorgeous how you doing? I have a request for a few things so just hear me up on this. I just had this in my mind by the way jey uso x reader Rhea and Damian has been friends with the reader since NX T but when the Yeet master comes along they started to be friends but the reader gets hurt  badly not so good judgement day ( i’m sorry to say that but the new judgement day nah) and who comes out and saves them terror twins and jey

jey uso x reader (romantic) / terror twins x reader (platonic)

likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed !!!

‼️ a little angsty, fluff, the new judgment day being awful (just like they are)

forever my girl

the bond between you, damian and rhea was unique. you’ve been friends since the old days at nxt, where the three of you tried to make it up to the top in the company. if you had any problem, any doubt, any question, you knew that you could count on rhea and damian, the same way they could count on you.

you all made it big, being drafted from nxt to smackdown and raw where you all gained more respect and success.

being on the big rosters meant that you all got to make more friends and so a few people started hanging out with you.

rhea and damian got lucky that they got paired together for being a part of the judgment day while managers thought of giving you a solo push. it was working really good for you as you have been both raw and smackdown woman’s champion. you won your matches at wrestlemania and summerslam, so everything was really working out for you.

even if you were all pretty booked, you never stopped seeing each others outside work. a few people joined you too, especially jey uso who couldn’t stop teasing and annoying rhea. you thought it was funny and you pranked her a few times together.

jey was nice to hang out with. he was kind and funny and never fail to make you laugh. you were all like one big happy family, the judgment day members too. but when the judgment day broke up at summerslam you knew that rhea and damian were going to be alone. jey was busy with the whole bloodline mess again and you knew that you had to pick a side.

so you went ringside at bash in berlin and stopped finn when he tried to ruin the match for rhea and damian. you helped rhea when her leg got stuck over the ring and you were ringside again when, much to your surprise, jey joined damian in a tag team match.

but now it was you facing liv morgan. one on one. and it was an easy match as you were basically destroying her. she wasn’t as strong as you were and it was easy for you to pin her down quickly. she was mad that she lost and of course, in judgment day style, she started hitting you. she hit your back while the ref held up your arm as you won the match. your back immediately feeling an intense pain, you tried to get up but she shoved you on the ground. finn, dom, jd and carlito circling the ring, so now you were trapped. live kept hurting you and it felt like hell.

suddenly, rhea’s music echoed in the arena and she tried to run as fast as she could to help you inside the ring.

but she was alone and hurt so she was an easy target for the group. only a few minutes later both damian and jey ran out and followed rhea’s lead.

as rhea tried to stop dominik from running away, finn and damian began fighting. jey ran inside the ring and liv, as the coward that she is, ran away and tried to save dom from rhea.

you were laying there, hurting.

jey kneeled next to you, trying to see if you were still conscious “y/n…” he softly whispered “are you still with me love?”

you wanted to answer but no words came out of your mouth, instead you nodded but the slightest movement made your head pulse.

“medical staff is coming…we got you, i got you love” he gently whispered, moving some hair from your face.

“everything hurts…” you whimpered, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. jey’s heart broke, he couldn’t stand to see you in pain.

he didn’t understand why. it’s not like you were dating but the idea of seeing you hurt and crying made his blood boil. he was so mad and at the same time so conflicted because he couldn’t do anything to help you.

medical staff got there immediately and when they tried to move you, a soft scream left your lips that made jey shiver.

“i got you love…” he whispered “let me carry you backstage okay? the stretcher is too uncomfortable for you…” you nodded at his proposal and even though you felt like your whole body was in flames “hey shh…i got you, you’re safe with me” he gently whispered leaving a kiss on your forehead “i got you” he kept repeating, mostly to himself because he needed to be sure that you were okay.

once he brought you backstage, rhea and damian followed along, both worried about your condition. jey followed the staff instructions and he gently laid you down over the stretcher waiting for you in the medical room.

“she will be okay” one of the nurses tried to reassure the trio but non of them dared to leave the room.

rhea and damian were pissed. it wasn’t fair for you. you won your match without cheating and yet they cheated and doing so, you ended up badly injured. jey was stressing out, he couldn’t really understand what he was feeling. he always thought that you were beautiful and kind but he never thought about you in a romantic way so why was he so angry? why was he hurting? he hated seeing you barely conscious on that bed, doctors working on you. you shouldn’t be there, no, you should be backstage happily celebrating your victory with your friends and family.

“is she okay?” jey asked, pacing back and forth around the room.

“we are still checking her out…she has a concussion from the hit on the head she got when liv attacked her from behind…probably a few broken ribs but she should be fine…we still need time to finish all the tests” one of the doctor spoke and jey felt like fainting. he was beyond mad.

rhea and damian watched how stressed jey was and they couldn’t really understand why.

“uce” damian called him “what’s going on?”

“what you mean?” he pretended everything was fine.

“we mean, why are you so stressed? rhea stepped up.

“why aren’t you? she is your best friend and you’re here without saying or doing anything…” he said, passing a hand over his hair.

“uce you gotta stay calm…” damian tried one more time.

“i can’t…” he whispered, trying not to break.

“what is going on jey?” rhea was confused. she never seen jey so agitated and uneasy.

he took a chair next to them and shook his head “i don’t know…when i saw her in the ring and she couldn’t move, i felt like someone was ripping part of my body off…i don’t know how to explain it but it hurts seeing her like this…and when i brought her backstage she was softly crying in my arms…and i couldn’t do anything to help her…”

damian was still confused but rhea immediately understood why jey was acting like that. a smirk appeared on her face, shocked that none of the men were able to understand the situation.

men - she thought.

“you have feelings for her jey” rhea said, a little smile appearing on her face.

“what?” he was shocked. he knew he had feelings for you but hearing someone saying that out loud made him unsure.

“you like her and it’s pretty evident. you can’t even stay sit for five minutes, always checking on her or what the doctors are doing…you have feelings for her and that’s okay…she’s my best friend and if you hurt her i’m gonna kick your ass, but you like her and that’s normal…” rhea tried to reassure a very confused and scared jey uso.

he looked at rhea with a confused look. maybe she was right. he couldn’t understand the sudden pull towards you. but all the time you’ve spent together, pranking rhea, flying together, watching movies and training together, he never realised how much he actually liked you and now, seeing you hurt, laying on a hospital bed made him feel so helpless. he wished he realised it sooner, he wished he could tell you how much he likes you.

“she needs to rest…at least one month at home, no wrestling, no training, just rest so she can get better” the doctor said to the three adults. all of them nodding their heads before medical staff left the room, leaving them alone for some privacy.

“do you wanna stay alone with her?” rhea asked jey. he nodded, moving the chair next to your bed while the duo left. you were still unconscious. jey didn’t know if you actually fainted or if the doctors gave you some painkillers to ease your pain and to calm you down, but anyway, both cases sounded bad to him as he wanted to see you awake and smiling.

he gently stroked your cheek, his calloused hand moving delicately on your face “you’re so pretty y/n” he smiled to himself “i wish i realised sooner what i feel for you…”

you, on the other hand, woke up when the doctors explained that you had a concussion to the team. you heard rhea talking with jey, you heard him confessing. you didn’t know what to feel. you’ve always had a little crush for the twin but the idea of him actually being in love with you never crossed your mind.

your body was still on fire, your head hurting but you needed to let jey know that you were there, that it wasn’t his fault, that you were in good hands and that you were going to be okay.

“jey…” your broken voice caught his attention.

“hey…” he whispered, a soft breath escaping his lips, relaxing a little bit.

you coughed a little before opening your eyes. they were burning, meeting the strong and white light of the room. it took you a few minutes to get adjusted to the ambient light and temperature “by the way, i think you’re very handsome…” you took him off guard and you saw it by his embarrassed face.

“how much did you hear?”

“pretty much everything” you tried to laugh but you coughed more and jey, trying not to panic, handed you a glass of water “thanks…”

he smiled “so you weren’t sleeping uh?”

“i was but you all couldn’t keep your mouth shut and you woke me up” you made him laugh. that’s what he always liked about you. your sarcasm and funny personality, the way you always tried to find the good in bad situations. you were so similar and yet so different at the same time.

“everything i said it’s true…i like you, i should have realised it sooner…but i really, really like you…” he confessed once again, making you smile. you tried your best to not to laugh but he was jey uso, always trying to be funny and sarcastic, so a few laughs escaped your lips “girl, im trying to be serious”

“sorry sorry…” you smiled, making him chuckle “but i think you’re pretty cool too…”

“just cool?” he teased you.

“cool, funny, very good looking…” you were playing his game and he loved it. you were making him go crazy “and i think i like you too…fuck, i’ve had a crush on you since rhea introduced us…”

“oh wow, you’re good at keeping secrets uh?” he winked, making you laugh again “would you like to be my girl?” his voice got a little bit too serious now “i’m serious when i say that i like you, a lot…i’m probably just too stupid because i could have realised it sooner…but i promise you that i’ll be here for you, i’ll help you heal and you’ll get stronger than ever…”

“this means a lot to me…it sucks not being able to be at bad blood though…i needed to see liv crying after she loses the title” you faked being disappointed, earning a laugh from the uso.

“i’ll take care of you girl, my girl, forever my girl if you let me…” he whispered, looking into your eyes.

“how can i say no when you look at me like that?” you matched his serious tone, making him smile.

“then say yes…be my girl” he moved closer to you, sitting on the bed instead of the chair next to you. his hand gently caressing your cheek, brushing delicately over your lips.

“yes…” you whispered meeting his smile.

he felt relieved that you were okay. probably not okay mentally and definitely not physically but you were there with him. comfortable in his touch and that was enough for him.

[xtra7s]

Could you maybe do one where r is a boxer and has like a big fight. Renee x reader

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ─── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee watches as her girlfriend fights in the ring, cheering for her every step of the way.

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, R is a boxer, bit of blood/violence, fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: loved this request. hope you enjoy!

masterlist

Renee Rapp, adorned in a black jacket and dark clothing, slipped through the bustling crowd at the boxing venue. The air buzzed with anticipation as the murmurs of fans and the distant sounds of a cheering crowd merged into a symphony of excitement. Tonight was no ordinary night. It was Y/N's big fight, and Renee couldn't be prouder.

Her heart raced as she made her way to the ringside. The atmosphere was charged with energy, and the stadium lights illuminated the boxing ring, revealing a mix of nerves and determination on the faces of the fighters. Renee found her VIP seat, eyes fixed on the ring, eagerly awaiting the moment her girlfriend would make her grand entrance.

The announcer's voice echoed through the venue, introducing the fighters one by one. The cheers of the crowd intensified as Y/N, known as the "Silent Fury" in the ring, stepped into the spotlight. Dressed in her boxing gear, she exuded a quiet confidence that spoke volumes about her dedication and skill.

Renee's heart swelled with pride as Y/N's eyes found hers in the crowd. A silent exchange of love and support passed between them, a connection stronger than any applause or camera flash. Y/N gave a nod, acknowledging Renee's presence, before turning her focus to the impending battle.

The bell rang, and the fight began. Renee's gaze remained unwavering on Y/N as she moved with precision and agility, a true force to be reckoned with. The crowd erupted with every punch thrown, and Renee couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline with each successful strike.

The air in the arena crackled with energy as the fight unfolded in the ring. Y/N, the "Silent Fury," showcased a masterful display of skill and strategy, her movements a dance of controlled aggression. Each punch thrown, each evasive maneuver, spoke volumes about the countless hours of training and dedication that had brought her to this moment.

Renee sat at the edge of her seat, her eyes never leaving Y/N's figure in the ring. The rhythmic thud of gloves meeting flesh, the sharp exhales with each strike—all resonated with a visceral intensity. The crowd roared with approval, their cheers blending into a symphony of adrenaline.

Y/N's opponent, a formidable force in her own right, pushed back with determination. The two fighters engaged in a riveting exchange of blows, a dance of power and resilience. The ebb and flow of the match kept the audience on the edge of their seats, their collective breaths held in anticipation.

Y/N's strategy became clear—meticulous precision paired with explosive bursts of energy. The Silent Fury lived up to her moniker, a calm exterior concealing the storm of determination within. Renee marveled at the way Y/N moved, each motion a testament to her commitment to the sport.

Between rounds, Renee anxiously watched Y/N retreat to her corner. Their eyes met, and Renee offered a reassuring smile. The silent communication spoke volumes – a shared understanding that went beyond words. Y/N's determination never wavered, fueled by the love and support radiating from the woman who stood at the edge of the ring.

As the fight reached its intense climax, Y/N found herself caught in a fierce exchange of blows with her formidable opponent. The air in the arena was thick with tension, and the crowd's cheers and roars intensified with each well-placed punch. The relentless dance in the ring seemed to transcend the physical, echoing the resilience of a fighter unwilling to back down.

In a moment of quick and unexpected retaliation, Y/N took a solid hit to the face. The force of the blow reverberated through the arena, and an audible gasp swept through the spectators. A trickle of warmth signaled that Y/N's nose had borne the brunt of the impact. The crowd fell momentarily silent, the sight of Y/N, bloodied but unbowed, hanging in the air.

Renee's heart skipped a beat as she watched from the ringside, standing up quickly to hold against the bars of the balcony she was on, a mixture of concern and admiration etched across her face. Y/N staggered back, briefly stunned by the hit, but her eyes remained focused, the fire within undiminished. The referee quickly assessed the situation, checking for any signs that might warrant stopping the fight.

Blood dripped from Y/N's nose, staining her boxing gloves, but she shook off the pain and wiped away the blood with a determined swipe of her glove. The taste of iron lingered in her mouth, a visceral reminder of the brutal reality of the sport she loved. The referee gave the signal, and the fight resumed.

In the subsequent rounds, Y/N fought with a newfound ferocity. The adversity only seemed to ignite a spark within her, turning the pain into fuel for her determination. Despite the visible toll on her face, Y/N moved with calculated precision, unleashing a barrage of counterattacks that left her opponent on the defensive.

Renee, her worry transforming into awe, could see the resilience in Y/N's every movement. The crowd, initially hushed by the sight of the injury, now erupted into a chorus of support. Cheers and chants filled the arena as Y/N pushed forward, refusing to let the setback dictate the outcome of the match.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the fight, Y/N stood in the center of the ring, battered and bloodied but victorious. The crowd's thunderous applause and standing ovation were a testament not just to Y/N's skill but to her indomitable spirit.

As the final rounds approached, the tension in the arena reached its zenith. The crowd's cheers reverberated, creating a cacophony of sound that encapsulated the intensity of the moment. Y/N, sweat-soaked and resilient, pressed forward with unwavering determination.

In a climactic exchange, Y/N delivered a powerful combination that left her opponent staggering. The referee stepped in, declaring Y/N the victor. The crowd erupted into a thunderous applause, and Renee jumped to her feet, overcome with joy.

The roar of the crowd still echoed through the arena as Y/N made her way backstage, the taste of victory mingling with the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. Renee, her concern evident in her eyes, rushed to meet Y/N the moment she stepped off the canvas.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Renee's voice was filled with a mixture of worry and pride.

Y/N managed a weary smile, her face still marked by the battle scars of the fight. "I'm good, baby. Just a little banged up, that's all."

As they retreated to a more private area backstage, away from the prying eyes of the media, Renee gently guided Y/N to a chair. She could see the signs of exhaustion etched on Y/N's face, but the fire in her eyes remained unyielding.

"Let me take a look at that," Renee said softly, reaching for a towel to dab away the blood from Y/N's nose.

Y/N winced slightly as Renee touched the tender area. The cut on her nose, while not deep, had left a visible mark. Renee, however, approached the task with a delicate touch, her love and concern evident in every gesture as she brought a hand up to hold Y/N's face still.

"I can't believe you kept going after that hit," Renee murmured, a mix of admiration and concern in her voice.

Y/N chuckled, the sound slightly muffled by the cotton towel pressed against her nose. "Wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, you should've seen the look on her face when I came back swinging."

As Renee cleaned the cut, she couldn't help but marvel at the strength and resilience of the person before her. Y/N's determination, both in the ring and in life, was a source of inspiration. The adrenaline of the fight had given way to a more intimate moment between them, the backstage chaos fading into the background.

Once the bleeding was under control, Renee reached into a nearby medical kit for some ice and a soothing balm. Gently applying the cold compress to the bruised area around Y/N's eye, she spoke in a soothing tone. "You were incredible out there, Y/N. I've never seen anything like it."

Y/N leaned into Renee's touch, grateful for the comfort and care. "Couldn't have done it without you in the crowd, cheering me on. Your presence is my secret weapon. Now kiss it better."

Renee smiled widely, rolling her eyes. "I love you" she murmured, leaving a light kiss on Y/N's nose, as she held her.

As they sat together backstage, the connection between them deepened. The physical wounds would heal, but the bond they shared, forged in the crucible of the fight, remained unbreakable. In that quiet backstage moment, surrounded by the echoes of victory and the gentle hum of their love, Renee and Y/N found solace in each other's presence, knowing that no matter the challenges they faced, they could overcome them together.

[bang-bang-gang]

anyway thank u swerve and mercedes for existing but PLEASE bring back wheeler yuta my crops are withering children are dying the people are starving. i need to see him so badly

aew’s always got this way of keeping its clutches in me. when im like ok i’m bored with the overall program now i think i’ll stop watching for a bit there’s just one or two things on the show i want to See so then when i watch i may as well stick around for the full thing

[igncrxntripley]

headcanons: TJD’s secret weapon aesthetic

request (anonymous): Idk why but I love the idea of judgement days secret weapon having the complete opposite aesthetic as the rest of them, super pink and hyper femme vibes

A/N: i was immediately obsessed and knew i needed to write some headcanons for this pls forgive me 

tags: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore (i know it’s not a full update but i wasn’t about to not tage you both like pls)

the judgement day’s secret weapon was the perfect fit for the group while also sticking out like a sore thumb 

when everyone else was in black and leather, accessorizing with chains and spikes...she was adding pink and anything feminine

finn is often the one to speak out about it the most, wanting her to match the group so they look more like a cohesive unit

“come on, baby, just wear the black outfit this one time? i promise you can change after we’re done!”

she’s got damian and rhea wrapped around her fingers though and they always defend her

“she can wear whatever she wants, balor.”

dominik was usually the one who she’d drag with her to go shopping for clothes because he was always going to tell her she looked good in everything

“should i get this? or this? or this?”

“all of it.”

while rhea was always doing her makeup super dark and kept her looks fairly simple, Y/N was the complete opposite

she loved glitter on her eyes, cute clips or accessories in her hair, and usually paired a black TJD t-shirt with pink or purple shorts and jackets

her favorite accessory? heart shaped, cherry flavored lollipops; she always had one during promos or at ringside and damian was prone to keeping extra in his pockets (he loved watching her suck them just as much)

other superstars would take the piss out on Y/N for how much she stuck out from the rest of the group and her partners would immediately stand up for her

one thing about their secret weapon though? she knew how to defend herself. she may look sweet and innocent but she was just as harsh as her partners in the ring

why did they call her their secret weapon? her sweet, innocent, feminine appearance always served as the perfect distraction against their opponents

it was easy to say that finn ate his words about Y/N not matching the group every time she came in clutch at a match

[lover-of-mine]

I think part of the problem is the actor creating headcanon and if it were just that I would ignore it but no, he already said that we should leave Buddie aside and apparently what he says everyone should follow, he said this after 7x04 and I thought it was very wrong, he's just a guest, he doesn't have to say anything, everyone does that about the headcanons and it's fun, but as soon as someone tries to force that headcanon on you, the fun is lost. We're not making it up, we're not haters, but the show showed that Tommy abandoned Buck, made a joke, manipulated him a little to come out of the closet, it's not an invention, it's canon, it happened, it's more important than an actor's headcanon. I'm honestly muting everything on this subject because it's exhausting, it's horrible to hear that you're homophobic, it's horrible to doubt yourself, I'm a part of the community just because an actor decided to make up a story and say what people should do and create an army of people who bully virtually, No wonder Oliver doesn't participate in anything, it's a lack of respect for the fans who have been here for years and for his co-workers.

Sorry for my little rant but yeah

No, seriously, people are taking what Lou is saying too seriously. And the dude said T is someone for Buck to work out the kinks when it comes to liking men to get ready for Eddie too. Completely unprompted. Like? Of course the guy is gonna go nuts with the way people are reacting to bt, if bt is popular he might get to stay in the role longer, that means exposure, money, and the way he's doing the cameos, the guy is literally getting paid to feed into this madness, he's gonna say anything, but that doesn't mean it's what the show planned for him. The writers could wake up and decide to do anything with any character and to expect me to take what an actor is saying as canon is absolutely insane. T is a plot device. That's a fact. And I gotta be honest, dude is kinda mean to Buck and I don't see the effort people keep saying he's putting? He flew Eddie to Vegas for ringside seats for a sold out fight but he couldn't be bothered to put on a colorful shirt to pretend he was on the 80s theme for Buck. That's an actual thing that happened in canon. Like? Hello? Are we watching the same relationship unfold? Like, seriously, ship what you ship, write what you want, fanfic away, but people seriously need to stop trying to force people to accept this stuff as canon. Because the only thing that actually counts is what's happening on the show. And honestly, I have so many tags filtered but I am still getting the madness, and there's also the shit people send to me directly. It's hard to get away because the fandom went crazy.

[queerofcups]

a July rec list

I read a truly absurd amount of fanfic in July, and since I’m tracking my fic reading anyway these days, I figured, why not pull up some faves. I’ll do my best to tag authors when and where I can! I’ll throw some commentary in there to talk about why I like some of them, but rest assure this is a rec list and I think every one of them has something to love. 

Hockey RPF

In the scrawl of the ringside choir E, 37k, Hockey RPF | @goodnightpuckbunny Sid/Geno

“Geno, this is Sid Crosby,” Kris says, sitting back down. The kid towers over both of them, but seems small in the office. “You need a coach, so he’s gonna help you out.” He looks Sid over, eyes scanning like he’s looking for weaknesses, faults in his form. Sid has plenty, but he’s not fighting anymore. He doesn’t bother mirroring the gesture. He can guess without looking. “He old,” Geno eventually decrees. 

Interview with the Vampire

The Vampire Eric

E | 4k | falsescience (@theburialofstrawberries) Eric Bogosian/Jam Reiderson, Jam Reiderson

Oh ho, Eric thinks to himself, and then, aloud, because it’s just too delicious, and wouldn’t Rolin be ashamed, and a little pissed: “Oh ho!” He feels zapped alive: young, powerful, god-like. Jacob starts giggling immediately. “Did you just say ‘oh ho’?” “Or maybe aspen. What do you think, Eric?” “Not a damn clue,” says Eric, with a broad grin. “You look very satisfied. He looks very satisfied, doesn’t he?” Jacob smiles at Sam over his hitched shoulder. “Hm,” says Sam. “I think we play it safe, and go with red maple.” Yeah, Eric is certain: Jacob and Sam aren’t fucking. But they’d like to be.

First of all, I am RPF’ing these people real hard in some private chats. But largely, I like the characterization happening here, and the little turn of understanding that happens in the last third of the fic. 

reformation

E | 44k | verseau (@downstairsbar) Lestat/Louis

we're gonna heal. we're gonna start again. you've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers. // It makes him speechless sometimes, how much he loves Lestat. He thought for years, a decade, that it was sickness. It’s not. It’s not. Even when Louis hated Lestat, nothing was more certain than that he loved him.

There’s some great, great plotting and characterization here but/also I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve read a fic and known immediately that the author is Black. That’s obviously not a requirement of the fic I write but it's nice to have Southern Black characters really sound like people I’ve known/grown up around etc. 

let’s keep this off the record

E | 1.4k | anonymous

Louis/Santiago (sort of)

There would be no second chances for the Englishman, no opportunity for him to crawl out of some dump and seek revenge. Louis would make sure of that.

Honestly, I think it's great that fandom has a long and storied history of skullfucking. I think it's fun that weird shit like that still happens around here.

Maman

T | 2k | anonymous Claudia/Madeline, Louis/Lestat

Madeleine meets in the in-laws. Particularly one of them.

transpires

M-E | 5.8k total | familiar (@bigvampo or @camilliar? sekrit you've got so many blogs) Louis/Lestat

I mean, sekrit is just a fucking stellar writer. sekrit’s got a way of telling so much —  about a character, their mental state, the world their in —  in just a few razor sharp details. also these fics are so funny and the characterizations of Louis and Lestat feel like natural progressions from what we’ve seen in canon both in how much they love each other and how terrible they are (to each other and in general)

Harry Potter

Right. I think I’ve always been pretty upfront about my continued reading of Harry Potter fanfiction, but in case it's somehow necessary to say, please do not come to my inbox talking about JK Rowling. I don’t think about that woman and I’m very clear about what she thinks about me. 

Those Three Curses

E | 6k total | @dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

Obviously I had a bit of a fucking dodgerkedavra moment here, but these blew me away. So much story telling in such little space. 

Former Things Come to Mind

E | 64k | dodgerkedavra

Harry Potter has had a headache for seven and a half years.

In the Presence of My Enemy E | 41k | dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

All Harry knows is that Sectumsempra is for enemies. He doesn’t know that it will bind him to Draco Malfoy, for better or worse, ‘til death do them part.

Tiny Home

E | 30k | @wolfpants Draco/Harry/Ron

Harry and Ron left the Aurors years ago to travel the world and make up for lost time. When they finally decide to settle roots back in England, together, building a tiny home in the Lake District by hand seems like the perfect plan. What they don't realise is that Draco Malfoy already lives on the plot of land that they choose to build on. A story about years of feelings, about weaving lives in and around each other, and about finding a place safe enough to call home.

I really feel like there’s been an explosion of excellent Draco/Harry/Ron all of a sudden. One of my qualms with a lot of polyship fics is that it's very uhhh “we must do everything together” and I really love that this fic breaks that down and allows everyone to have histories and experiences together as dyads and all together. 

In Our Blood

E | 37k | secretsalex Draco/Harry

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

I’m not even going to bullshit y’all. This fic reminded me why I love mpreg. Excellent use of body horror, body dread, suspense, all these things. Also, an mpreg fic that remembers abortion is a thing. Amazing!

Probationary Action

E | 63k | @toomuchplor Draco/Harry

As part of the terms of the probationary contract, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY shall submit for inspection his WAND on the last day of every month, such inspection to be carried out by a duly registered and fully qualified AUROR in the employ of the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, and such inspection to include a PRIORI INCANTATEM spell to ensure that no PROHIBITED MAGICS as heretofore described have been practised by the aforementioned probationer.

I’ve been obsessed with toomuchplor since Inception and this fic reminded me why. I don’t love Auror!Harry fic (truly, just so much unchecked, delighted writing about police brutality) but I do like any fic where Harry starts to wake up to the fact that maybe just because they’re “the good guys”, not every choice made by the Aurors/Wizarding Gov’t in general is right. Also, I appreciate the expansion on the idea of sex charms!

Embers

E | 41k | @shiftylinguini Draco/Harry

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter.

idk man, I like a fic that treats sex work like it's just a job. Worthy of respect, full of technical expertise, etc. 

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Both of these next fics came from @hd-wireless which has been, pound for pound, one of the best fests I've ever witness and is a testament to how important having multiple fic fests in a fandom can be! so much good shit to read!

The most he’s ever said

E | 16k | anonymous Draco/Harry

It takes them twenty years.

Two Houses

E | 11k | anonymous Draco/Harry

Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently? Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

I really enjoy that there's been more of a trend of writing about these two as older people and fleshing out the characterization of their kids.

[menonlywrestling]

Pride Pro wrestling 2024

Pride Pro wrestling holds it's championships each year during Pride month, and the heavyweight tag belt is now up for grabs.

(Top Image) Tony T (left, 49) and Big Darryl (Right, 36) have defeated and fucked the other tag challenger couples each week (middle images), but now they've reached the final Boss level, the five year reigning title holders 'Bear Squad', married couple Mitch and Hunter (both 45) have a height and significant weight advantage, as well as more pro experience. They're not about to give up their belts easily, and plan to absolutely demolish the rival team, to teach them a lesson and give the bloodthirsty fans a real cum worthy show. Ringside seats for this bout were extremely expensive, as everyone wants to be close to the action, as well as the post match in ring domination fuck fest that will follow.

But will the Bears keep their belts, or will the hot challengers be victorious?

Either way, this is going to be one hell of a brutal, bloody battle.

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 3

Ringside from Rhythm Heaven Fever

vs.

Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection/Keepsake of Oblivion from Kirby: Planet Robobot

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Ringside:

wubbadubbadub

Vagrant Counting Song of Retrospection/Keepsake of Oblivion:

this is a long one (~8 minutes) but my god is it so good. i don't even really know how to adequately explain the in-game context this song(s) play in, but it fits perfectly and i would argue this is the best final boss theme the kirby series has had (although i don't think i've really properly listened to forgotten land's one, so i might be biased). i don't really have anything else to say aside from "just listen for yourself" but if i was well educated in music theory and terminology you can bet your ass i'd be writing a full analysis rn

[discow1tch]

Nicknames

Summary: Austin Gunn confronts you over "ass boy" chants after a match

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Tags/warnings/tropes: reader insert, aew employee reader, implied romantic relationship, light teasing (giving), PDA, kayfabe compliant

Authors Notes: I am unfortunately very into Bullet Club Gold. This fic hasn't been beta-read. If you notice any errors please let me know!

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When the match ends you make your way backstage. Production staff are nice enough to direct you towards the arena's dressing rooms when you show them your badge. Normally, you'd just meet the boys out in the parking lot or at their hotel after the show but you want to congratulate them on their victory while it's still fresh.

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You can tell you're in the right area when you start seeing wrestlers you recognize. First, it's Hook looking sullen as ever seated on a stack of palettes with a bag of chips. Then Caster and Bowens workshopping their next rap. And then finally, Anna Jay who breaks off the animated conversation she's having with 2point0 to say hi. The two of you talk for a minute before you notice Austin coming out of the dressing room at the far end of the hallway.

His hair is still damp from showering and he's changed into sweats and a t-shirt. He gives a big stretch of his arms over his head before leaning up against the wall and pulling out his phone. A few specks of errant glitter glint on the exposed skin at his collar as he moves. It's a good look on him.

You say your goodbyes to Anna and rush to greet him.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps he looks over. You send him a smile and give a little wave but he doesn't return it. When you reach him he pushes off the wall to face you with a frown on his face.

"Hey! You guys were great out there tonight!" You throw an arm around his side to give him a quick hug that he just barely reciprocates.

"I saw you joining in on the chants." Austin accuses as you separate. You cringe but quickly cover it with a smile.

"Of course I did. That's what you're supposed to do at a wrestling show." You'd hoped that maybe he hadn't noticed or that in the excitement of winning he'd forgotten seeing your lips move at ringside.

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." he turns to cage you against the wall, forearms at either side of your head. Austin isn't tall for a professional wrestler but he still towers over you. Pale eyes stare you down with an angry frustration that's usually reserved for his opponents. You've never seen it directed your way before.

"If it was just 'holy shit' or 'ay-ee-dub' it wouldn't be a problem but I saw you chanting 'ass boys'." he continues.

"What, you don't like me calling you an Ass Boy?" you ask with exaggerated obliviousness as you bring your hands up to rest on his sides.

"It's not exactly something I appreciate." he says as he presses his weight into you. It occurs to you that he's close enough now that you could kiss him if you wanted to.

"So you're denying that you have an incredible ass?" you question. His angry facade cracks into a smile and a wave of laughter that's more like the Austin you know overtakes him. His head falls forward to rest against yours.

"Let's not go that far. My ass is pretty great."

[fear-and-delight-l]

champion~RHEA RIPLEY X READER FLUFF

IMAGINE where rhea ripley has a championship match, and the reader goes out to ringside with her but when the reader takes a punch for the love of her life, Rhea explodes and finally comes out with her true feelings.

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WARNINGS: none. Slight swearing? Erotic fluff? no smut but feel free to request it.

ALSO I TAKE REQUESTS, so if you have an idea, let me know and I'd love to make it come true! Love you guys and thanks for reading!

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I take a deep breath before we step out into the arena. Rhea is full of adrenaline, I can feel it radiating off of her, but I am all nerves. Rhea might have gotten too far ahead of herself this time.

We step out into the light.

Rhea’s theme music plays and the crowd is crazy. I don’t let anyone see my anxiety on my face. I change my expression to true brutality.

“You ready for this, babe?” Rhea cries, her eyes burning bright. 

Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe…

“Hell yeah” I say and we head down to the ring, Rhea pinching my arm with a grin on her face.

She climbs up the ropes, fists in the air. (It’s a damn shame that she doesn’t pummel me with those fists.) Her lips are painted black and her hair is slicked back yet looser than usual. It's gotten a little long, and I must say that I want nothing more to put my hand in her hair and pull it, just so I can hear her gasp.

Her smile is brighter than all the lights in the arena and I can’t help but smile at my thoughts. Rhea Ripley is by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body is toned and muscled but everything about her is graceful and sleek. And really I just can’t get over her damned smile-

Part of me is grateful that the rest of The Judgement Day didn’t come out to ringside this time. I’m so selfish for wanting her all to myself…

The music changes. 

Bianca Belair walks into the arena. 

I have to give it to Bianca. She has made a name for herself and makes everyone turn their heads and stop what they are doing. She won her Raw women’s championship belt fair and square and has defended it well. Rhea said so herself. 

But when Rhea challenged her for it, I couldn’t help but think that the only way Bianca would give up the title is out of her cold dead hands. 

As Bianca makes her way down to the ring, I look up at Rhea and she gives me one last look. She winks at me and turns back to the E-S-T.

I am not sure if my heart is racing because I think Rhea is going to take the loss or the fact that she winked at me.

……

Bianca has only managed to pin Rhea once. My nerves have settled a bit because Rhea really has the upper hand in this match. Bianca is strong. HELLA strong. But not as strong as my Rhea. I never should have doubted her. 

Rhea hooks Bianca’s arms between her legs and hoists her up. Yes, yes, yes!!! Riptide–

Where’s the ref? 

Rhea slams Bianca down and I wince at how hard Bianca hits the mat. Where the hell is the ref? Rhea has had her down for more than a count of three…

I realize the referee wasn’t at the count because Alexa Bliss had made her way into the ring and tried to interfere. The ref turns around and looks in horror that he missed a vital moment in the match trying to get rid of Alexa. Bianca kicked out before he could count. 

Oh, I was not letting this happen. 

I run over to where Alexa stands laughing. I reach across the apron and grab her by her ankles. She slams to the mat and I drag her out. 

“You wanna screw up this match, bitch? Not gonna happen with me.” I say. “So come and face me if you even have the balls to.”

Alexa stands up and screams, running straight into my midsection and slamming me into the post. The back of my head throbs, practically on fire. No way I am letting this blonde bitch beat me. 

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain in my head, I push Alexa off of me and grab her by her hair, dragging and slamming her into the barricade. I hear her groan. It’s not enough. I get her on her feet again. I shouldn't try to steal Rhea's move, but I've been practicing just for her. I silently pray that my next move will work. 

I hook her arm around my neck. 

I pull her other arm between her legs. 

I hoist her up. 

And with all my force–

Riptide.

Alexa hits the floor, immediately writhing in pain. Her back took the full force of the hit…

“Y/n!”

I look up and Rhea rushes down from the ring and towards me, her hands grasping my sides. Bianca still lay lifeless in the ring. Rhea looks at me up and down and begs to know if I’m okay. 

“I’m okay, I promise. My head just hurts a little…”

“That riptide was so good! Have you been practicing somehow?” She asks, her thumbs rubbing circles on my skin. I reach my hands up and grab the sides of her face. Her skin is warm from sweat but I want to kiss all over it anyway. Her smile her smile her smile oh my god I can't breathe....her eyes crinkle in delight at me and I think I am more breathless than she is.

“How else would Dominik have all his bruises?” I laugh. Her hands squeeze just a little tighter on my waist as she grins. 

Damn it, her smile! I can’t ever resist it–

It only takes me a split second to notice Bianca barreling towards Rhea. I shove Rhea out of the way just as Bianca raises her fist to strike. 

She makes direct contact with my eye. 

I feel my body still and I slump to the ground. 

Y’know, that kinda fuckin’ hurt. My second hit to the head.

The edges of my vision dance with black spots, and I can hear Rhea’s screams of rage. I reach my hand up towards my eye and wince at the sting. I look for Rhea, and she’s starting to corner Bianca towards the ring, yelling in her face. 

“You wanna mess with my girl, huh? You wanna hit my girl? I don’t fucking think so!”

Rhea grabs Bianca’s ponytail and uses it to slam her face into the apron. Bianca groans as she is thrown back into the ring. I sit up, a little dizzy, and watch as Rhea screams at the ref. 

“You gonna watch this one, huh? Yeah? You gonna watch this?  You gonna do your damn job? Watch this!” 

Rhea drops onto Bianca, straddling her. And she starts to lay the punches onto Bianca’s head. She tries to kick out from under Rhea but to no avail. I get to my feet and get on my belly to slide in the ring.

The Judgment Day music plays and Damian and Finn and Dominik run out. Why are they out here? If they try to interfere, Rhea will be disqualified! 

 I won’t interfere either. I know that it could get Rhea in trouble but I also know that she doesn’t want me to interfere because she knows what she’s doing. 

Damian leans onto the apron and screams, “Rhea, stop! Just finish her!” 

“Finish her, mami!” Dom cries. 

Finn is shaking his head and muttering “She’s gonna kill her, she’s gonna kill her…”

I realize why they are so upset. With the way Rhea is beating Bianca, she is getting too violent and it’s possible that Rhea could get banned from wrestling. Bianca's lip has busted open and little drops of blood scatter onto Rhea's hands.

I look at Damian. He’s got worry etched all over his face.

I stumble to the corner, and I watch Rhea pick Bianca up and slam her back down. 

Rhea is rage. 

She is anger. 

She is graceful yet harsh. 

Quick on her feet and fast with her hands. 

She is beautiful. 

She is a nightmare. 

An eradicator. 

True brutality. 

She beats the shit out of Bianca for a little longer and then she does it. 

Arm around her neck. 

Leg tucked between the thighs. 

Lift–

Riptide.

Bianca is out. I know it. 

The ref doesn’t miss the count. 1, 2, 3. 

Done. 

Rhea gets up and shouts with joy. I run up to her and she opens her arms to me and I jump into her, putting my face into her neck. She’s spinning me and she’s screaming about not how she won but we won. We won. 

I’m back on my feet again and a little disappointed that she won’t hold me on her hip so I can wrap my legs around her. The ref  hands her the belt and she screams in delight as she hoists it up in the air. Damian and Finn and Dom rush into the ring and suddenly we are all screaming and whooping and crying out our war cries. Victory is ours. No one can hurt us anymore.

Dominik takes my face in his hands and inspects my eye, 

“te golpeó muy fuerte, mi amor.”  [she hit you pretty hard, my love]

“dominik, estoy bien, lo prometo.” [dominik, im fine, i promise]

He grins and Finn picks me up in excitement. I laugh and Damian laughs with me. Finn sets me down and I turn back to Rhea. 

She stares at me, her beautiful, wicked smile gone. She’s breathless and she’s looking at me as though I am her prize instead of the belt she holds in her hand. 

Rhea drops her belt. 

She rushes to me and grabs my hips harshly but kisses me gently.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh…

Rhea’s lips kiss me so gently but her grip on me is like iron. The only thing separating me and her is our ring gear. I grab the sides of her face and press my lips against hers, begging for more, more, more. 

I realize that we are so  close that our hips are smashed together and she is enveloping me in her embrace. Her arms snake around to my back and she pulls me even closer. 

There is no way for us to be closer but I want us to be closer. I want to be molded into her so me and her are one. I pull away for a moment and I look into her lust filled eyes. I want more, more , more of her.

“I can’t believe you dropped your title belt,” I say with a laugh.

Rhea puts one hand in my hair and says, 

“No championship could ever be worth as much as kissing you.” 

She strokes my hair and leans down to give me a soft peck that has me trembling and aching for more of her. 

“My girl,” she says. “My girl.”

I smile and kiss her again. I don’t care if her black lipstick smears all over me. I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. 

“I’m so proud of you,” I say, a kiss between each word. She smiles at me with her teeth and I melt into her. I love when she’s soft. 

I look over at Finn who is clapping like the rest of the audience. Dominik is cheering and Damian is wearing a smirk. I can tell that they knew this would happen eventually. I hear Rhea laugh and she picks up her title belt and then picks me up, wrapping my legs around her waist. She is my champion and I am her prize. She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with pride. She is not ashamed of me. She would never be ashamed of me. I lean down to kiss her, my hands resting on the sides of her neck. 

She raises her belt in victory, and I throw my head back in laughter. 

My brutal, wicked, graceful, beautiful champion. 

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HEY GUYS

im super proud of this one. IDK i just think its neat. Remember, i take requests and i am very flexible with characters and such.

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[beefrobeefcal]

Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Happy Birthday, Frankie! Part 2

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)

Summary: Frankie gets a happy ending, much to Mouse's delight.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,479

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut (alluded to), Belly Worship, Oral (m-receiving), birthday nonsense, heavy petting, coming in pants

Author's Notes: this part is dedicated to @toxicanonymity & @neverwheremoonchild for their specific enthusiasm. 💦👖😘

Part 1 - read if you if you haven't yet!

Not proofed. Enjoy!

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Your afternoon was spent tidying up the kitchen and getting ready for the evening. By the early evening, you heard Frankie hauling himself up off the couch and coming into your ensuite where you were doing your make up. 

He came up behind you and gave your ass a spank. 

“Fucking bounce on that… mmm baby.”, he marveled as you shook your head with a grin. 

“You’re sticky. Shower, birthday boy.”, you said turning to him and poking his still-stuffed tummy before returning to the mirror to finish your eyeliner. 

Frankie laughed, then turned the shower on, and you saw his reflection in the mirror. He was looking down at his belly while he rubbed it a little, face in a small frown. 

“What’s going through your head, birthday boy?”, you asked as you started your mascara. 

“You think… I mean… never gone out with the guys… like… this... big before.”, he stumbled over his words as he looked up at you with his puppy-dog eyes. He held his belly, giving it a little shake and a pat as to emphasize his point. 

You put down your mascara and turned around, giving him your full attention. 

“I think they love you and would be happy to know you spent the day doing something that you enjoy”, you stated with a gentle smile as you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“You don’t think they’ll… you know… make fun… I mean, I’m all for the-the belly pats and stuff in good humor… I just don’t… want to deal with…”, he looked away and his voice got quiet. “You know… the stuff that Pope said before.”  

You gave him a kiss and sunk down to your knees, dragging your fingers down his belly, and hooking them in his waistband. As you pulled his sweatpants down and began stroking his semi-hard cock, you looked him in the eyes and before taking his tip in your mouth, you said, “Anyone says anything you don’t like, baby, I’ll fuck’em up. Now don’t ruin my make up.” 

***** 

You and Frankie arrived at the arena and met up with Hannah. 

“Santi and Will are with Benny in the locker room. You can go on in. Mouse and I will get our seats.”, Hannah said, shooing Frankie off while you went into the arena. 

You and Hannah sat at the reserved ringside seats, chatting. The M/C came over the speakers and announced the other fighter as he and his entourage entered the arena. As soon as you and Hannah heard Benny’s name, you jumped up and cheered, watching him walk in the room, followed by Will, Santi, and your Frankie. The room was lit up – electric – and it was apparent that Benny was the crowd’s favourite.  

The guys came to join you at your seats and the fight was on. 

***** 

Three hours later, you were all at the bar, seated around a table, drinking toast to Benny and his win and to Frankie and his birthday. And you were drunk - not stumbling down drunk but drunk enough that fucking Frankie in the bathroom seemed like a really good idea.  

You sat next to him, under his arm, watching the way his eyes creased when he smiled, the way his hair stuck out from under his hat, and the way his mouth molded to the glass as he drank his beer. One of your hands sat on his belly, occasionally moving around, feeling how his t-shift pulled over his belly button, and the way it moved and shook with every laugh. 

Feeling the heat begin to pool in your now throbbing core, you tapped Frankie’s tummy, trying to get his attention. He looked down at you, seeing you look back at him with a wry grin and heavy lidded eyes. 

“Hey.”, he laughed. 

“Hi.”, you whispered back, drawing lazy circles on his belly as you hit your lower lip.  

“Whad’ya need, baby?”, he asks before taking a drink of his beer. 

You slid your hand down and grabbed his crotch, while whispering into his ear, “Need you to fuck me in the bathroom, birthday boy.” 

Frankie choked on his beer, coughing and eyes wide. He quickly reached down and grabbed your wrist. 

“Fish, you okay, man?”, Santi asked, patting him on the back. 

“I’m okay, I’m okay. Just went down the wrong hole.”, he responded hoarsely.  

The table went back to their conversations and Frankie shot you a look, then continued talking with Santi and Will. You put your hands on his belly again and began to move it lower slowly, but he grabbed your wrist, placed firmly back in your lap, and shot you a I mean it look.  

Despite the rest of the table being oblivious, Hannah saw the whole thing and giggled as you made eye contact. You were both drunker than you had been in a while.  

Hannah mouthed ‘shots?’ with a tipping motion to her mouth at you and you nodded vigorously.   

You both went to leave the table, and Will stopped you. “Where you going, ladies?” 

Hannah spoke first. “To the bar!”, she yelled enthusiastically, plantng a wet kiss on Will’s cheek.  

“Benny, go with‘em. They’re drunk and you keep an eye on’em.”, he said, nodding towards you both. 

“Alright, ladies! Follow me!”, Benny cheered as he led you from the table. 

45 minutes and some shots later, you and Hannah were giggling over her story of the time Will fucked her in the women’s bathroom at a WalMart on their last road trip. Benny slammed his empty shot glass on the bar, let out a loud burp, and announced through laughter, “I don’t wanna hear another story about my brother fucking you in a public bathroom, Hannah!” 

This sent Hannah to the floor in a laughing fit. You barely stayed up right while Benny tried pulling Hannah up and felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Will laughing at the two of them, now both on the floor.  

“Will!”, you yelled happily, throwing your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.  

“Whoa, Mouse! You good?”, he laughed as he held you up. 

“I’m great!”, you said, giving him a goofy grin. “Wanna know a secret?” 

“Sure, Mouse. Lay it on me.”. he said smiling back at you. 

“I love Frankie so much. I wanna have his babies, Will!”, you sighed, leaning into him. 

Will smiled and laughed. “I’m glad to hear that, Mouse! He’s a good guy.” 

You shook your head and pointed at Will. “You don’t understand, Will. He’s got a huge dick, and...” 

“Okay, Mouse! That’s great, honey... Benny!”, he barked. “Get my wife up off the floor. We’re gonna head out.”  

Will pushed you to head back to the table as Frankie and Santi were standing up. You stumbled up to him and put your hands on his belly, looking at him through your lashes. 

“Hey there, trouble.”, he smiled, putting an arm around your shoulder and kissing the top of your head. “You girls giving Benny a hard time?” 

“Nope. Hannah’s the one who started it.”, you said, nuzzling into his chest. 

Your hands began to wander again and landed on the waistband of his jeans. You hooked a finger in one of the belt loops and the other hand started move farther down to his bulge. You kissed his jaw and hummed a satisfied moan into his neck.  

“Mouse…”, he warned quietly. “Just gotta get home, princess.” 

You giggled, stepping closer, and hitched your knee up to graze his crotch, then pulled your hands back, one going to the curls at the back of his head and the other caressing his belly. You kissed his jaw again and whispered, “I’m behaving.” 

His throat rumbled with a groan, and his grip on your tightened. 

Will’s voice called out to Frankie, he voice sounding huskier than before. “We’re sharing a ride, Fish. I gotta get this one home.” 

Will gave Frankie grin and motioned at Hannah whose hands were roaming over Will’s body as she tried to bite his chin. Will, unlike Frankie, was allowing Hannah to have at him and he return the attention in kind. 

Santi was invested in one of the girls working in the bar and opted to stay and Benny chose to continue the night ‘watching Santi suffer disappointment’ and didn’t want his buzz killed by watching his brother ‘fuck his wife in the backseat of a stranger’s car’.  

So, the four of you were waiting outside for your ride. Will had Hannah pinned against a pillar, kissing and giggling with one another and Frankie had you firmly planted against him under his arm, leaning against another pillar, trying to ignore the sounds Hannah and Will were making.  

“Frankie… baby… you look so good tonight... look so nice and full...”, you whispered as your hand roamed down his front, palming his bulge.  

“Mouse… someone’s gonna see us.”, he warned you in a breathy voice, no sign of a warning in his tone – just need. 

You pushed his back against the pillar and kissed his neck. His hand went to yours, but didn’t remove it, just held it in place. You could feel him starting to get harder, and you pushed your palm down against his hold.  

“Oh Frankie… you’re getting there, baby… come on… let me, baby… wanna feel you grow in my hand…” 

Frankie’s lips parted and he huffed, then looked down at you; his eyes were wide, brows tented. His grip loosened on your hand, and you began rubbing and groping him over his jeans. He let out a breathy, light moan and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Jesus...”, he hissed as he bit his lip to suppress a louder moan. 

A van pulled up and the driver rolled down the window and yelled, “Miller? Ride for Miller?” 

Will pulled Hannah into the backseat, quickly telling the driver your address was the first stop, then reattaching himself to her, lips and limbs. 

Frankie got in the middle row of seats and pulled you in next to him. The driver seemed to know better than to try and engage anyone of you in a conversation and began to drive.  

He was sitting with his knees open wide and desperately grabbed your hand, putting it back on his crotch and holding your body against the side of his belly. You felt his covered cock. You could feel the pressure his jeans were putting in him and your breath was in his ear, whispering filth to him. 

“You're so hard now, baby…wanna feel you in me… want you to fuck me…  feels so big…”   

Frankie tried to hold in the noises he so desperately wanted to let out. You cupped his bulge, feeling it’s weight and continued your palming. 

“Feels so heavy, baby… you need my pussy so bad, don’t you… shoulda fucked me in the bathroom…” 

Frankie panted and his hand gripped your wrist hard, needing something to hold on to. He whined out your name quietly, then bit his fist and whimpered, “Baby… please… Will’s r-right there…” 

As if on cue, Hannah let out a moan and Will clamped his hand over her mouth and muzzled her. 

You shushed Frankie and began kissing his neck and jaw, and nips his ear lobe, he let out pants and whines as he rutted up into your hand. 

“Still your birthday… you can fuck me wherever you want… on the couch… in the kitchen… in this van…in my ass…” 

Frankie’s head snapped back, and his body tensed up and his hips bucked under your touch, and he let out a few higher pitched grunts. You could feel the crotch of his jeans getting warm as you continued to rub him. 

His breathing was heavy with the occasional whimper, and his eyes were pinched closed. You kissed his cheek as the driver announced you were at your address.   

You said goodbye to the humping mass that was Hannah and Will in the backseat and headed to your front door. You fully expected Frankie to get in and head to the shower to rinse off his embarrassment. You stumbled to the kitchen to get a drink of water. 

“You made a fucking mess, princess.”, Frankie said lowly through heavy breaths, eyed boring into you. 

You turned as he stalked towards you, and in your drunken state, you didn’t run or panic. You smiled at him and giggled. 

“I’m not playing, baby. Get on your knees. You’re cleaning your mess.”, he growled, finger pointing to the floor. 

You sauntered towards him and smiled. Leaning into his ear, you whispered, “Or what, Frankie baby?” 

He turned and glowered at you, snarling, “I’m gonna make you.” 

“Promise?” 

He grabbed a fistful of your hair causing you to yelp. Frankie pulled you with him as he stood with his back to the wall, then yanked you to your knees in front of him. He let go to start getting his jeans open, and you dove in to take over, feeling a rush of arousal.  

You pulled his jeans down and his come-covered cock was already starting to swell again. You keened at the site of mess you made, opened your mouth, and licked up through his wiry curls, getting his come on your face. 

Frankie let out a moan as he watched you. 

“That’s right, princess… clean it up… put that fucking pretty mouth to good use…”, he panted. 

He sucked in a sharp breath as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth to clean it, then let out another groan as you moved to his other ball. 

“Gonna fuck your mouth when your done cleaning up… fuck, princess… gonna fuck your throat… oh fuck… “ 

You began stroking his cock, now fully erect and you took the tip into your mouth. Swirling your tongue, Frankie thanked who ever blessed him with access to your mouth as he grabbed the back of your head and began to thrust into you. 

You opened your throat and could feel your cunt drooling into your panties. You held on to his thighs as he fucked your mouth. His panting and grunting were shooting right to your core, and your cunt clenched on nothing. 

Suddenly, he pulled your mouth off of him and stroked himself. He came on your hair, face, chest, and you sat with your mouth open, and tongue out then sat back. 

He slumped against the wall, and slid to the floor, his sock cock still poking out of his pants and dripping. He looked at you and let out a breathy whine as he saw you wipe two fingers through the come on your chin and suck your fingers clean.  

You pulled your fingers from your mouth with a pop, and grinned. “Happy birthday, baby.” 

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Rizz master Danny G 💜

Summary: The reader keeps running into Daniel. And their conversations are always fun.

You're running late to Dynamite on account of your Uber getting lost. The show has already been on the air for half an hour when you finally arrive and hurry backstage. You quickly type out a text to Wheeler, letting him know where you are.

"Well well well, slow down there, sweetheart." Angelo Parker stops you backstage when he sees you trying to hurry by.

"Ugh," You look up from your phone. "Not you two stooges." You glance between Angelo and Matt. "Where's the third stooge? Too busy kissing Jericho's ass to hang out with his buddies anymore?"

Your snark earns a chuckle from Matt, but Angelo remains stoic. "Funny," He sneers at you. "Where are you off to in such a hurry, dollface? You ain't running off to your Blackpool Combat Club buddies so soon, are you?" He asks you.

"Well, they are certainly better company than you fools," You laugh. "Now can you move? Or do I have to go through you?" You set a hand on your hip and challenge Angelo's willingness to keep you.

Angelo stares at you for a few seconds before he eventually gives in. He looks like he's about to move off to the side when the star of the show graces you with his presence.

"Damn, Y/N. You ain't even been here ten minutes and you're already in a bitchy mood?" Daniel pops up between Angelo and Matt. "But, I guess having to pretend to be interested in that loser Wheeler Yuta would do that to any girl." He flashes you a smug smile.

"Oh, and the prodigal son returns!" You roll your eyes. "You know it was nice of you to remove yourself from Chris Jericho's ass for a moment so the three stooges could reunite, Danny."

Daniel laughs and steps in front of Matt and Angelo. "So snarky tonight, Y/N," He licks his lips, taking a moment to look you up and down. "Keep that fire going baby. I love a challenge."

"Ew," You sneer, wrinkling your nose in disgust. "Get over yourself, ladies man." You push his chest with your hand and move Daniel off to the side of you. "You aren''t as cute as you think you are, Garcia."

"I know," Daniel replies. "I'm even cuter." He winks at you. "And you're into me, Y/N. You just don't want to admit it. But don't stress about it baby. Imma make you mine soon enough."

You roll your eyes again and walk past the three stooges. "In your dreams, playboy." You shout behind yourself as you turn the corner out of sight.

Later into the night you're hanging at ringside with Wheeler whiile Mox and Claudio are in a tag match against Penta and PAC. Wheeler stands guard while you lean against the corner of the ring casually.

"Yuta, come on, relax," You notice the tense look on Wheeler's face. "You're stressing me out over here."

"Sorry, Y/N." Wheeler stops pacing and comes to a stop in front of you. "It's just, I have a bad feeling about being out here." He explains.

You push off the ring post and put a hand on Wheeler's shoulder. "Why? We've got nothing to worry about, Yuta. Mox and Claudio are gonna beat Pac and Penta. Then we'll be back in the safety of the locker room before you know it." You assure him.

"Right. I guess if you're not worried." Yuta nods.

You mimic his nod and go back to leaning against the ring post. The action in the ring ends with Mox picking up the win by pinning Pac. The bell rings and you wait for Mox and Claudio to finish up their gloating when suddenly the JAS theme plays over the speaker system.

"Oh, god," You glance up the ramp to see Angelo and Matt heading down the ramp with Daniel at thier side.

Wheeler wastes no time in posting back up at your side at the JAS comes down the ramp. Matt and Angelo make a B-line for Mox and Claudio. This leaves Daniel a clear path to you and Wheeler.

"Man, you just don't know when to quit, do you, Garcia?" You ask Daniel as he comes around the corner, a smug look gracing his face.

"Nope," Daniel replies. "It's part of my charm." He winks at you.

Wheeler steps in front of you puffed out chest, ready to defend you. "Leave her alone, Garcia."

"Go help Mox and Claudio, Wheeler." You stop him with a shake of your head.

"But-" Wheeler protests.

You shake your head again and point to the ring. "Go! I can handle Daniel." You assure him.

Wheeler slips into the ring with a nod and you turn back to Daniel.

"Damn, didn't take you long to train him, huh, Y/N." Garcia jokes with a grin. "Does he carry your bags and come when he's called too?"

"He does," You reply cooly. "Why? You looking to be ordered around, Garcia? I thought Chris was already handling that for you? Or is it Sammy Guevara that's got you on a leash now?" You ask him with a smug grin.

Daniel scoffs with a half-smile. "I'd watch my mouth, dollface. Before it lands you in trouble." He warns you.

"Ooo, I'm shaking," You laugh. "Please, Garcia. I've been more scared of bad airplane food than you. You've lost your edge, Danny."

"Have I now?" Daniel steps towards you and you unconsciously take a step back. "You know I bet this whole bad bitch thing you got going on is all an act." He suggests. "I bet behind closed doors you ain't so tough."

Your back hits the ring corner back but you don't back down. "You couldn't handle me behind closed doors, Daniel." You assure him.

"Yeah? Wanna bet?" Daniel replies sharply, his gaze switching from your lips to your eyes a few times.

Before things can go any further Wheeler's got ahold of your arm and is pulling you to safety. Daniel turns sharply on his heel and glares at Wheeler. You laugh at his anger and back up the ramp with Wheeler, Mox, and Claudio.

"Looks like I win this one, Garcia!" You shout at him. "See you around, Danny!" You wave to him as you walk off.

"Damn it," Danny muttered as he watched your retreating form, your taunts echoing through his mind. This wouldn't be the last time your paths would cross, Danny would make sure of it. 

[theliterarywolf]

Wha what's going on with hockey players???

I'm going to go ahead and link Swell Entertainment's video on the fiasco

But, to make a long story short: BookTok Bitches Are At It Again

To make a short story long:

Apparently BookTok has reached the period of the internet where RPF (Real People Fanfic) is thriving. Though, instead of fancasting and sending messages to attractive male TikTok users because they slightly resemble the male leads in their romance book du jour, now they've latched onto the 'Hockey Erotica' subgenre of romance books and have been fancasting real hockey players as the roles and writing fanfic about real hockey players.

Again, nothing that wasn't already being done... Several years ago and more regulated (as in, it's bad enough that you're doing it but don't fucking bother the real athletes in question)

What happened here though is that there was a prominent BookTok influencer named Kierra Lewis (calling herself a self-appointed 'Queen of BookTok') who started branching into this subgenre and it's sphere on BookTok and her TikToks about it and real hockey players were essentially severe thirstposts (one went 'Do you watch sports because you like it or because of the fine men' and she was lip-syncing to someone saying 'BOTH! Capital B! Capital O! Capital A! Capital T! BOAT!')

Well... The PR team for the Seattle Kraken reached out to her --

And, going forward, I just want to say that both Kierra and the PR team are responsible for what ended up transpiring. I've seen a lot of people heap all of the blame on Kierra (which she is the prime instigator) but the PR team should have done more research on the kind of influencer she is

-- And essentially started collabing with her ('Hey, this person is passionate about Hockey! Let's get some of that passion for social media purposes!') So they ended up inviting her to one of the Kraken games and gave her a seat... Right at the ringside. This got long, so I'm putting the rest under a Read More.

Where she decided to start screeching and shouting all sorts of sexual comments about the players while they were doing warm-ups. Like when they were stretching ('AAAAHHH! THEY'RE DOING IT!'), describing her excitement in... interesting ways ('Ooh, my kitty's not used to being around this many fine men~!') and singling out one player in particular ('21!!! Can you do something for me?! CRACK MY BACK!!)

And she only eased down, not because common sense kicked in, but because people were in her comments telling her 'Honey, they can hear you'. Though her response of 'Well, when you're at the zoo, doesn't the glass cover the sounds?!?!' wasn't great...

Anywho, later on Number 21's (Alex Wennberg) wife Felicia Wennberg would go on social media to make a post about how 'okay, I was cool with the fangirling at first because, obviously my husband's a famous athlete, but some of the comments... Especially those made by certain users are kind of going too far???'

And she also incorporated discussion about the double-standards of sexual harassment (how it's pretty much universal that making unwanted sexual comments towards women is awful but it seems to be okay when the lens is turned on men).

Well! Kierra didn't like that. Tried to call out Felicia for 'singling her out and sending her followers to attack her, pulled the old 'It's just a joke, brah'... Also didn't help that the Kraken PR team eventually decided to just cold-turkey cut ties with Kierra out of the blue.

So... Yeah, a whole lot of kerfluffle caused by people who don't know how to act in public.

Made worse by the fact that Kierra herself is TWENTY-SEVEN GOD DAMNED YEARS-OLD. WOMAN, YOU KNOW BETTER!!