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[magicalbuttertarts]

From your smut prompt list 2 could you please do number 20 and it be Nick Wayne x fem reader?

Thank you! This is a really good list as well ☺️

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Smut Prompt List 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. P in v. Riding. Creampie.

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20: “I love the way you look when I’m inside you”

"Nick." She whined as her head flung back, her hands gripping the back of my neck as she bounced in my lap.

Her walls fluttering my cock, making me curse under my breath as my own hands gripped her waist, trying to get her to go faster but she just refused.

My back was resting against my headboard as she rode me.

"Come on baby, faster." I grunted, just teetering on the edge myself, but she just shook her head no and slowed down even more, making me groan in slight frustration.

I could flip her over and fuck her into the mattress, but she looks so fucking good like this.

Her eyes half-closed, soft pants and whines falling from her lips, with my name mixed in there, with a soft smile.

A smile that I love because I know she is almost to the point where she is almost cock drunk.

I couldn't help but say what I am thinking, as this all became to much for me.

“I love the way you look when I’m inside you."

I leaned forward and kissed her, hard, making her gasp against my lips as I turned us over, surprising her as she clung to me, but never breaking the kiss.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I fucked her at the pace I needed.

She bit my lip as she came, her walls tightened around my cock, making me gasp into our kiss as she pulled my orgasm from my body.

My hips stilling as I came, filling her pussy after being gone for so long.

Our lips never once broke apart through all of this, not until I collapsed on the bed next to her, pulling her into my arms.

"Nap, then round two." I said to her, but she was already falling asleep.

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[punksyeet]

- Confessions ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) has been split from her ex for two years now. He drops their daughter off from visits with him every weekend, but this one ends a bit differently.

Warning: Talks of smut & hefty flirting!

"Mommy!" my daughter calls out excitedly, hopping out of my ex Joshua's car as soon as he parks.

I crouch down and she runs straight into my arms, to which I respond with a tight hug.

"Hi baby!" I reply excitedly, before kissing her cheek. "How was your time with daddy?"

"It was so much fun!" she replies, looking up at me. "We baked cookies and watched all the Barbie movies."

I chuckle and look up at him, still responding to her. "Sounds like you guys had a blast. I'm sorry I missed it."

He responds with a soft smile on his face - the same gorgeous smile I fell in love with all those years ago.

For context, Josh and I were together for 6 years and have been seperated for 2.

We started dating at the ages of 19 and 23, so naturally, some stupid decisions were made - one of which, lead to our daughter Jalina.

As big of a mistake as it was at the time, becoming a mom has changed my life for the better.

And my love for her somehow grows more and more every day.

She has all of her dad's features: his curly dark hair, big chocolate brown eyes, perfectly round nose, full lips that turn into a gorgeous smile, and even the exact caramel-like shade of his Samoan skin.

As for why we split in the first place, it was mainly because of the distance.

As the years of our relationship rolled on, Josh was getting more and more involved with WWE, and the traveling and time spent away was no joke.

From live shows, to weekly matches, and even occasional PPVs outside of the country, we barely got to see each other.

Which of course, caused us to drift apart and make the mutual decision of parting ways.

Unfortunately, our daughter had already been 4 by that time, so the breakup not only confused her, but hit her hard.

Just to be clear, the attraction is still in full effect, at least over here.

Josh is still very much the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on, and his subtle ways of flirting with me to this day have lead me to believe he feels the same.

Anyway, fast forward to now, Jalina is 6 years old and spends time with both of her parents separately.

Her home is here with me in Savannah, but when Josh is off from work, she goes and visits with him in Atlanta.

"It's okay mom," Jalina replies, setting her backpack down onto the floor in the doorway. "I brought home some cookies for you."

She pulls out and hands me a tupperware container filled to the brim with cookies, sprinkled with pink sugar crystals.

I smile and kiss her temple. "That's very sweet of you, baby. Thank you."

She smiles and zips her backpack up again, throwing one of the straps over her shoulder.

"LiLi why don't you head upstairs and unpack," Josh suggests, stroking her hair gently.

"Okay daddy," she replies, wrapping her arms around his waist.

I smile as they share a quick hug and kiss before she runs inside and upstairs. 

The jingle of the key chains on her backpack zippers gets quieter and quieter, causing me to stand up and brush off my biker shorts.

"You hungry?" I ask, breaking the comfortable silence. "I was in the middle of making dinner when you guys arrived.”

Josh gives me a soft smile. "What kind of man would I be if I turned down your cooking?"

I smile, playfully roll my eyes, and walk back into the house, inviting him to follow me.

He does, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on a stool at the island.

"So," he begins again, watching me as I transfer the cookies into a Ziplock bag. "How's everything been?"

I shrug, sliding the zipper across the top. "Quiet, thank God. How's work?"

He tilts his head, nodding. "Busy as usual. You been keeping up with the shows?"

"Haven't I always?" I tease, setting the cookies to the side and turning around to open the fridge and grab some ingredients for a side salad to go with dinner.

I hear him chuckle from behind me. "Aight fair enough. I appreciate your support though forreal."

On my way over to the sink to wash some vegetables, I can practically feel his gaze on my ass.

I grab a cutting board and knife, and head back over to the island counter.

"No worries," I finally reply, cutting off the ends of a cucumber. "Half the time Jalina is the one to turn on the channels to watch her daddy, so it's not like I have much of a choice."

"Gee thanks," he replies sarcastically, causing me to giggle.

Comfortable silence falls over the room again, as the faint sound of our daughter playing with her dolls upstairs echoes throughout the house.

"Can I help with anything?" he asks, as I turn back to the stove to stir the pasta.

I think for a minute. "You can set the table if you'd like."

"Cool," he replies, the sound of his footsteps getting closer.

His hand lightly grazes against my hip, as he reaches up to open the cabinet and grab three dishes.

And, as if nothing has changed, I automatically get goosebumps in reaction to the feeling of his soft fingertips against my body.

"You cold?" he asks, walking past me smirking.

This mother fucker.

"Boy shut up," I reply, taking the pot off the heat and over to the sink to strain the pasta water.

He chuckles and heads over to me once the table is all set.

"I know you missed me," he teases, hugging me from behind.

"Don't flatter yourself," I lie, shaking the strainer to get all of the excess water out. "And our daughter is just upstairs. Don't act like an idiot please."

"You're acting like she wouldn't love to have her parents back together," he mumbles, his hot breath against my ear. "And besides, you ain't pushed me away yet."

He got me there.

"Whatever," I mutter, heading back over to the stove and pouring the pasta into my homemade Alfredo sauce.

He comes up from behind me again, his big hands stroking my sides, and somehow leaving even more goosebumps behind.

"Good comeback," he mumbles, and starts kissing my neck.

I bite my lower lip gently and tilt my head back, laying it against his chest to give him more access. "Joshua..."

"Feels good, huh?" he coos sexily against my jawline. "Daddy could never forget your favorite spots."

Once the pasta and sauce are fully combined, I turn towards him and fold my arms. "Josh, we've been apart for well over 2 years. What makes you think I'd still call you daddy?"

I mean, of course I would.

But this explanation should be interesting.

He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek and his dreamy eyes staring deep into mine.

"I remember all those late nights," he begins, caressing my ass with his free hand. "When this ass was all mine. I loved seeing it arched in the air while I fucked you from behind. My favorite was when I'd shove my face in it to swallow that pussy whole. All you said was 'daddy please' this and 'yes daddy' that. You miss that just as much as I do, huh baby?"

With every dirty memory that leaves his dreamy lips, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

God, the things this man does to me.

"More than anything," I reply, my voice just above a whisper. "But I don't miss being apart from you all the time. We'd have sex just like you said, and then I wouldn't see you for a week, sometimes two. I felt so alone. So used."

His eyes sadden, as his thumb starts to stroke my cheek again. "We were so young, baby. But we're grown now. We know better and we can make it work. I'm willing to try again, if you are."

I let out a deep sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his curls. "I don't know."

"Say yes mama," he practically begs, his thumb now grazing my bottom lip. "I've been missing you so much. I'd give anything to have your beautiful self belong to me again. For our daughter to have her mommy and daddy back together again. To come home after a long day and fall asleep with this gorgeous body in my arms again. I love you baby. Just say the words and I'll be your Jey-Daddy again."

Jey-Daddy.

A nickname I gave him the first time we ever had sex.

So many unwanted memories, but so many good ones too.

I take a deep breath before standing on my tippy toes and pressing my lips to his.

I don't know why I'm doing this instead of responding, but it feels so good.

Better than words anyway.

He automatically responds, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, making the kiss slow and passionate.

Our lips and tongues move perfectly in sync as he lightly grips my neck.

When we finally pull away, he looks into my eyes again. "So is that a yes?"

I lick my lips and give him a soft smile. "Yeet."

He smiles back and pecks my lips then left cheek before pulling me into a hug.

I hug back, resting my head against his chest and inhaling his delicious cocoa butter scent.

"My beautiful lady," he coos, resting his chin on my head. "I love you."

"I love you too," I reply, rubbing his back. "I never stopped."

He kisses my temple and rocks us back and forth.

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The light snores coming from Jalina and Josh fill the room as the credits to "Cinderella III: A Twist in Time" roll on the living room TV.

I press the power button on the remote and look over at the two loves of my life.

Could I be any more lucky?

I pick Jalina up and off of Josh, making sure to be extra careful so that I don't wake either of them up.

She stirs in her sleep but wraps her arms around my neck, causing me to smile softly.

I carry her upstairs and lay her in her bed, lifting the blankets onto her body and making sure to tuck her in extra comfortably.

I press a gentle kiss to her forehead before quietly leaving her bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

I head back downstairs and find Josh still asleep on the couch.

I chuckle quietly at the sound of his loud snores and kneel onto the cushion next to him.

I gently cup his face and stroke his cheek, to which he responds with his eyes fluttering open and a soft smile when he sees me. "Hi baby."

"Hi sleepyhead," I tease, running my fingers through his curls. "I brought Jalina up to bed. You guys were knocked out by the time the movie ended."

He chuckles in response and rubs his eyes while stretching.

"I didn't wanna wake you," I continue. "But I know you have to be somewhere tomorrow and the couch might not be the most comfortable."

He smiles again, and strokes my cheek. "You're an angel, baby. Thank you."

We share a quick kiss before I take his hand and lead us upstairs to bed.

Once we're all cozy under the covers, we just kinda lay there, staring into each other's eyes.

"What?" I ask shyly, blushing like a maniac.

One thing about this man: he's always gonna make me blush regardless of the 6 years we spent together.

He chuckles and removes a curl from my face. "You're so pretty, baby."

"Thank you," I reply looking down, my face hot to the touch.

He gently lifts my chin and stares deep into my eyes.

"I'm so happy you're mine again." *Kiss* "You're everything." *Kiss* "I love you so much, baby. And I will for as long as you'll let me." *One final kiss*

I kiss back each time and bite my bottom lip after the last one before speaking up. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know."

We share a smile as I wrap my arms around him.

He rubs my lower back and buries his head into my neck, giving me a ton of kisses there too.

When we finally pull away, he puckers his lips and I giggle before accepting his offer, pressing mine to his once more.

Soon enough, we drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

Lord, thank you for bringing the man of my dreams back into my life.

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giannamacri my entire 🫶🏽

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uceyjucey I love you 🩵

trinity_fatu Power couple! 😍

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uceyjucey Never lettin' you go again 🥶🩵

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[hypogryffin]

aegis is a robot built for combat in the 90s. she should be 6 feet tall and built like a brick shithouse

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Arthur Pendragon…

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[multicohn]

summary: fans find themselves taking on the role as detectives ever since they noticed zhou’s “sudden” obsession with nxt womans champion y/n

warnings: none

pairing: fem! wrestler! reader x zhou guanyu

genre: social media au

face claim: roxanne perez ( i blurred the photos so you’s can imagine yourselves in the pictures though )

author note: i do not know chinese and did use a translation app. my love is said to be ( 我的爱人 ), i hope it’s correct but if it isn’t please correct me 🙏

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y/n_wwe

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y/n_wwe: prodigy for a reason 😉

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user: call her what you want, can’t deny she’s good.

user: wish she lost :(

user: greatest of all time

user: sick of her winning

user: best nxt champion ever

user: well… now what?

user: Y/N MY QUEEN

user: boring

user: the best of the best fr

user: WHATS ZHOU DOING HERE?

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user: who tf is zhou?

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wwenxt

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wwenxt: another mind blowing and successful title defence from y/n! but, it begs the question… can anyone defeat her?

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user: absolutely not

user: tbh, no. y/n is too strong in the ring and on the mic

user: from the current roaster? no. from tna? 👀👀

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user: it’d be interesting if one of them comes over and challenges for her title

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user: they won’t let a wrestler from tna win

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user: you never know 🤷‍♀️

user: she lowkey sucks

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user: suck where 😭😭? she’s literally a prodigy?

user: deserves the win, im liking her as champion

user: ZHOU LIKED THIS TOO???

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user: stop do you think they’re dating?

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user: he doesn’t even follow her-

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user: DOES THIS MEAN HE WILLINGLY SEARCHES HER UP

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user: THERES A THREAD ON TWITTER

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stakef1team posted to their story!

[ user replied to your story: WHAT ]

[ user replied to your story: Y/N IN THE PADDOCK THIS IS NOT A DRILL Y/N IS IN THE PADDOCK ]

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y/n_wwe

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y/n_wwe: well, it was fun while it lasted lol zhouguanyu24

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user: WHAT

user: actually shut the f up…

user: damn they deceived us all

user: has he worn your belt?

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y/n_wwe: yes he has!

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user: drop the pics 🙏🙏

user: oh…oh my god

user: they really played us huh

zhouguanyu24: my champion 💚

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y/n_wwe: 我的爱人

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user: Y/N CALLING ZHOU HER LOVE IN CHINESE STOP

valtteribottas: it was nice to meet you!

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y/n_wwe: thank you for taking care for guanyu for me 🫶

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valtteribottas: 👍

user: so curious about how they got together

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zhouguanyu24: i am her no.1 fan.

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user: feeding my delusions that i can date the celeb i like 🙏🙏

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user: he’s a pro athletes babes 😭

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user: let me dream…

[ahollowgrave]

-- mistletoe. pt viii. (feat. the always dapper Hazel of @hazelkjt!)

[keekee-23]

Beardless Betrayal

A Y/N x Damian Priest Fluff Fanfiction

Summary: Damian shaves his beard, shocking his baby daughter Luna, who bursts into tears, leaving him scrambling to win back her trust.

The living room was a cheerful mess of colorful toys and soft baby laughter. Six-month-old Luna sat on the plush rug, surrounded by stuffed animals, blocks, and a teething ring she was gnawing on with great determination. Y/N lounged on the couch nearby, watching her baby girl with a mix of amusement and adoration. Luna’s laugh was infectious, and her tiny giggles brightened the room like sunlight.

In the bathroom, Damian Priest leaned over the sink, scrutinizing himself in the mirror. His goatee—his trademark look—had become unruly in ways he didn’t like and making his skin itch. He scratched at his jawline, grimacing.

"Yeah, this has gotta go," he muttered, reaching for his trimmer.

He hesitated for a moment, staring at his reflection. It had been months since he’d gone clean-shaven, and the thought made him a little nervous. But then he shrugged. "It always grows back," he reasoned, flicking on the razor. "No big deal."

The sound of buzzing filled the bathroom as Damian went to work, carefully shaving off the layers of dark stubble until his skin was smooth. When he finally rinsed his face and looked in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself.

"Whoa," he said, tilting his head to examine the result. "Damn, I look... younger." He chuckled, running a hand over his now-bare chin. "All right, let’s see what the girls think."

Feeling lighter and more refreshed, Damian stepped into the living room with a grin. Y/N glanced up first, her eyes immediately widening in shock.

"Luis!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight.

Luna, hearing her mother’s startled tone, looked up from her teething ring and locked eyes with Damian. She froze, her tiny brows furrowing as she stared at her dad. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his chin, as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle.

Then it happened.

Luna’s face crumpled. Her bottom lip quivered. A deep, sorrowful wail erupted from her, and her arms shot out toward Y/N as if begging for rescue from the stranger who had invaded their home.

Y/N blinked, stunned, before quickly scooping Luna into her arms. "Oh no, baby, it’s okay! It’s okay!" she cooed, bouncing Luna gently. "It’s just Daddy!" She turned to Damian, her lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face. "Luis, what have you done?"

Damian stood there, dumbfounded, his hands half-raised as if to plead his innocence. "What do you mean, what have I done? I just shaved! That’s all!"

Luna, however, wasn’t buying it. She buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder, crying as though her world had been turned upside down.

Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. "Luis," she said, shaking her head as she rubbed Luna’s back, "she doesn’t even recognize you! You broke her little heart."

"I broke her heart?!" Damian exclaimed, pointing to his face. "It’s still me! Same voice, same eyes, same everything—just less hair!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her expression both amused and sympathetic. "Apparently, the goatee was part of your whole identity, babe. She’s not ready for this kind of change."

Damian groaned, running a hand over his bare chin. "Come on, Luna. It’s Daddy! Look, see?" He crouched down, trying to make eye contact with his daughter. He spoke in a playful tone, the same one that usually made her giggle. "Mami, it’s me. You’re not even giving me a chance here!"

Luna peeked at him from the safety of Y/N’s shoulder, her teary eyes full of distrust. She sniffled, her tiny fists clutching at her mom’s shirt as if to say, Who is this strange man, and why is he pretending to be Daddy?

Y/N laughed so hard her sides hurt. "You’ve got some work to do, Luis. She looks like she’s about to call security on you."

Damian threw his hands in the air. "Oh, come on! It’s not that serious!" He sighed, then leaned closer to Luna, speaking softly. "Okay, Luna. I’ll grow it back. I promise. Daddy made a mistake, and he’s sorry."

Luna’s cries softened, turning into quiet sniffles as she studied him intently. Slowly, she reached out a tiny hand, her fingers brushing against his smooth chin. She patted it, her expression one of deep confusion. Then, as if coming to a decision, she smacked his cheek with surprising force.

Y/N doubled over with laughter. "I think that’s her way of saying, ‘Don’t ever do this again.’"

Damian groaned dramatically, though he couldn’t help but smile as he cradled Luna in his arms. "Noted. Beard stays. Daddy’s not making this mistake twice."

Y/N grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Good. You’ve learned your lesson."

Damian looked at Luna, who was now starting to giggle again as she tugged on his nose. He smiled, his heart melting. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

Y/N smirked. "She’s lucky? Luis, you’re the one who needs to win her back."

Damian sighed. "Great. My own daughter’s already harder to impress than her mom."

Luna squealed in delight, as if she understood the joke, and Damian shook his head with a chuckle. "At least one of you is laughing now."

[seefasters]

my take on the steeplechase trio (and montrose’s mask variants)

[adsurgitvagus]

Old man, how dare you plague me

[aritamargarita]

SOLITUDE || 001

hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

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Walter is All Elite!

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I love the in front of a mirror stories. 😋

F11 with Connor Mills x Female Reader??

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In Front of the Mirror (18+)

Connor Mills x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. P in v. Unprotected sex. Mirror sex.

Requested by @hooks-martin Hope you like it.

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F11: In front of a mirror

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My face was buried in her neck.

My mouth leaving open mouth kisses on her skin as I looked at in the full-length mirror that was infront of us.

My cock was buried in her pussy as she moved her hips back and forth, her pussy gripping my cock just right, making me gasp out her name every single time she seemed to tightened around me just a bit.

My one hand was making it's way up between her chest, gripping her throat, demanding she open her eyes, and she did.

She whimpered when she saw the two of us.

Her body was already covered in my cum from earlier after I fucked her into the mattress.

I pulled out to paint her body with my cum as I groaned her name.

But right now, I needed to see more.

I placed both arms under her legs, spreading her as far as she would let me as I started to thrust up into her.

Both of our eyes trained on my cock disappearing in and out of her body.

I held back from finishing a few times but I couldn't hold back this time.

I grunted at her that I was close.

She reached down to play with her clit after that, and that made me thrust up into her faster and harder as she rubbed her clit and pussy.

Her head flung back against my shoulder as she cried out my name as she came.

I cursed as I felt her pussy started to grip my cock like a vice as she came.

I came, moaning into the back of head as I thrust up a few times as I continued to spill inside of her.

We didn't move as we savored the aftermath of what just happened.

[punksyeet]

- Family Cookout ❥

Plot: Gianna (OC) is nervous to meet the Fatu family for the first time, especially after being acquainted with her “boyfriend” Josh for so long, but it ends up going in her favor.

Warning: Hefty flirting!

"Are you guys sure this isn't too much?" I ask, backing up into frame and doing a couple spins and poses in my outfit I planned for today.

It's a beige themed outfit with an oversized t-shirt, jean capris, and some Nikes.

My “boyfriend” Josh invited me to his annual end-of-the-summer cookout.

And as if my nerves weren't high enough, this is the first time I'll be meeting his family.

"Girl, absolutely not!" Jade reassures me.

"Jade is right. You look stunning!" Bianca agrees.

"Hot mama!" Trinity adds.

I smile and flick back my hair. "You girls are the sweetest."

We all share a laugh and, eventually, hang up the call so everyone can finish getting ready.

I head up to my bedroom and throw on some jewelry, spray some perfume, and touch up my hair.

"Just relax, girl. They're gonna love you." I whisper to myself in the mirror.

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I just rolled up to Josh’s brother Jonathan’s house, where the cookout is happening.

Once Trin sees me, she comes running over and we share a hug while laughing and squealing.

"Girl you look amazing!" she exclaims. "I can't wait for you to meet the family!"

I nod, smiling.

Her smile fades and she tilts her head, taking my hands. "Girl I know that look. Why are you nervous?"

I take a deep breath and look down. "I've never met his family before. I just really hope they like me."

She sucks her teeth and strokes my hands with her thumbs. "Babygirl of course they're gonna like you! Just be yourself and, if it's ever awkward, the girls and I will be right there. Okay?"

I look up and nod, smiling. "Thanks Trin."

She smiles and wraps me into another hug then takes my hand. "Let's go before the guys eat all the food."

I giggle and we head into the backyard.

"There she is!" Jon calls and jogs over, wrapping me into a hug. "We're so happy you could make it Gi."

I smile and hug back. "Me too Jon. Thanks for inviting me."

Soon enough, the girls come over and embrace me as well.

Then Josh spots me and jogs over.

"Hey beautiful girl," he coos and pulls me into a warm hug.

"Hi love," I reply, smiling against his chest. "Thank you for inviting me."

He pulls away from the hug and cups my face. "Anytime ma. I thought it was about time you meet my dad and everybody."

I smile, nodding.

We share a sweet kiss before he takes my hand and leads me to his family.

The last person I meet is Solofa aka Rikishi, Josh and Jon's dad.

"It's so nice to meet you," I say, shaking his hand.

"You as well sweetie," he replies. "It's nice to finally meet the girl that my son can't seem to shut up about."

We share a laugh and look at Josh, who sucks his teeth. "Maaaaan!"

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It's been hours of eating and trying amazing food, taking shots, dancing, doing karaoke, and just all around enjoying each other's company.

The girls and I are all sitting around the fire pit with our boyfriends/husbands.

"So Jon and I were thinking," Trin begins, patting his leg. "Since we have the room, why doesn't everyone stay over tonight?"

Jon nods. "It'll be fun. And it's not like we all get to hang out very often."

I smile and look back at Josh from his lap, while running my fingers through his mullet, his arms around my waist. "Sounds fun!"

Everyone ends up agreeing as well and Trin claps her hands, squealing.

After all the family is gone, we all head inside.

The guys head to the kitchen table to play poker and us girls head to Trin's room to watch romance movies and gossip.

It's an all around really fun time with my best friends.

Soon enough, it's pretty late and everyone heads to bed.

"No one get too freaky now!" Jon teases and Trin whacks him upside the head.

"Oh sure, Uce! You should talk!" Josh calls back.

We all share a laugh and head into the guest rooms.

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The next morning, I head out after breakfast.

Josh walks me to my car and I turn to him once we get there.

We stare into each other's eyes for a second before he breaks the silence. "I'm really happy you decided to come yesterday. My family loves you."

I smile, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm happy I came too. They're amazing."

He smiles and strokes my sides and leans down so our foreheads are touching. "I love you so much," he whispers.

I smile and brush our noses together. "I love you too."

He cups my face and breaks the space between us with a placing his soft, plump lips on mine.

After about ten seconds, he finally pulls away and opens the driver's seat door for me.

He takes my hand and I hop in and thank him.

"Drive safe ma," he says and kisses my hand before letting it go. "Text me when you get home."

"I will," I reply, smiling.

He smiles back and we share one more sweet kiss before I close the door drive off.

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** Josh's POV **

I stand on the sidewalk and watch my beautiful girl drive off before heading back inside.

"I didn't know my brother was such a romantic!" Jon teases, once I shut the door behind me.

"You guys are adorable," Trin adds on, and gives me puppy dog eyes.

"What they said!" Jade agrees.

"Sooo...when are you gonna officially make her yours?" Bianca asks, folding her arms.

Kenneth looks up from his phone. "Wait, you guys aren't official yet?"

I sigh and walk over to the couch, taking a seat next to my brother.

"I don't wanna scare her away," I reply, resting my elbows on my knees. "She's so special to me."

Jon throws his arm over my shoulders. "You ain't scaring shit away, Uce. She clearly loves you just as much as you love her."

I smile, the thought of Gianna finally being all mine lingering around my mind.

"Jon is right," Bianca exclaims, sitting next to Kenneth. "Gi is infatuated with you."

"Trust us," Jade adds on. "She loves you so much."

Trin nods in agreement.

"Aight I'll ask her. But I'll need some help." I reply, looking at all of them.

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** Gianna’s POV **

I scoop some warm water onto my face, rinsing off the cleanser that I just applied.

Josh called me earlier this morning, and asked me on an evening picnic date.

And who would I be if I said no to that man?

After brushing my teeth, I head into my bedroom to find something to wear.

I decide on a white dress, beige sandals, and a white bow in my hair.

Once I'm fully dressed, I play with my hair a little, spray Josh's favorite perfume, pick out some jewelry, and head downstairs.

As if on cue, my doorbell rings.

I check myself in the mirror one more time before opening the door and seeing my gorgeous man standing there.

He's holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers, hydrangeas, and is dressed in a black polo shirt, black jeans, his panda dunks, and my favorite silver chain.

"Hi gorgeous," he coos and hands me the flowers. "These are for you."

I smile, taking them and reach up to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you love. They're beautiful."

After I shut and lock the door behind me, he takes my hand, kisses it, and leads me to the car.

He opens the passenger door for me, and I hop in.

He scans my body and smiles, looking back up at me. "You look stunning ma."

I smile shyly and thank him.

We share a kiss and he shuts the door, then eventually hops into the car as well.

As we drive off, he takes my free hand, which is resting on my leg, and intertwines our fingers.

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Soon enough, we pull up to a meadow area in our neighborhood.

He helps me out of the car, and I help him carry some stuff out of the trunk.

Once we find the perfect spot, we set down a comfy blanket and set up all of the food and activities that he brought.

The basket he packed consists of fresh fruit, some desserts / pastries, and our favorite food to get together: Chipotle.

He also brought a Polaroid camera and some painting supplies.

I smile looking at everything spread out on the blanket. "Josh you didn't have to do all this."

He reaches out to take a strand of hair away from my face. "Only the best for you beautiful."

He gently holds my chin in between his index finger and thumb, and places his soft and plump lips on mine.

We kiss for about a minute or so - just enjoying each other.

God how I wish this man was officially all mine.

Soon enough, we start digging into the food and taking pictures.

It's an all around really sweet and wholesome date.

Once majority of the food is gone, the sun starts to set.

Josh stands up and reaches out for my hand.

I tilt my head. "Is everything okay?"

He smiles, nodding. "Fine, my love. Just come with me. I wanna show you something."

"Joshua you better not be trying anything," I reply, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs in response and takes my hand as if he's done waiting.

We walk for about a minute or so and he covers my eyes with his hands.

I hold his wrists. "Joshua Fatu what are you doing?"

He chuckles and kisses my temple. "Just trust me, ma. You're gonna love this."

Soon enough, he uncovers my eyes and I'm met with the most shocking sight ever.

It's huge light up letters that read "BE MY GF" with a heart and even more flowers.

Jaw dropped, I just stand there staring at the words.

I've always wanted to belong to Joshua and only Joshua, and I've been dreaming of this day.

I just can't believe it's finally here.

"Josh I..." I begin, turning back around to face him and he's down on one knee.

I gasp and immediately cover my mouth.

He chuckles and stares into my eyes. "Before you say anything, let me."

I continue to stand there, not moving a bone in my body.

"Gianna, my babygirl, my princess, the love of my life. From the day that I met and first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the woman for me. You're beyond words kind, generous, caring, gorgeous, and so much more. You truly are my best friend and the best thing to ever happen to me. I know I've never officially asked you to be mine, so as tempting as it was to ask you to marry me today, I settled for asking you to be my girlfriend with a promise ring first. I promise to love, be loyal to, take care of, and worship you for as long as you let me. Will you be mine, ma?"

I stand there for a second, still the same shocked expression on my face.

And soon enough, the shock turns into emotional and I run right into his arms.

He immediately wraps his arms around me and digs his face into my neck.

"I love you so much," he whispers.

I sniffle, tears running down my face and onto his shirt. "I love you too."

We hug for about a minute more, before he pulls away, keeping his hands on my waist.

"So...is that a yes?" he asks.

We share a laugh and I wipe my tears, smiling. "Yes baby. A thousand times yes."

He smiles, a singular tear rolling down his gorgeous tanned skin, as he slides the ring onto my left handed ring finger.

I cup his face and press my lips on his, as he kisses back and stands up.

I pull away and he wraps me in his arms once more.

Once we finally seperate, we decide to take a walk by a nearby pond, hand in hand.

I look down at my ring.

"I'm so happy I finally built up the confidence to ask you," Josh coos, stroking my hand with his thumb.

I smile, looking up at him and kiss his nose. "I'm happy you did too."

We smile and share yet another lengthy kiss.

Soon enough, the sun goes down and we head back to our blanket to pack everything up and head home.

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After a bit of driving, we pull up in front of my house.

Josh leaves the car and I unbuckle my seatbelt before he opens the passenger door for me.

I take only my legs out, letting them dangle, before wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you for today, baby. It was perfect."

He smiles, and gently strokes my cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it my love. And I'm happy you're finally mine."

We share a smile and a passionate kiss.

Once we pull away, I brush my nose against his.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I suggest, playing with his chain.

"Sounds perfect," he replies, and kisses my forehead.

I hop out of the car, before giving him one last kiss, and head inside.

I watch through the curtains as he drives away.

Talk about the most perfect day with my man.

My man.

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okay but wwe!abby standing on the outside of the ring with her team n going over and kissing you where you’re sitting in your reserved spot on the floor

pro wrestler!abby getting so distracted when you’re around, that your team try their hardest to keep you away when they need to have an important meeting. it’s not through malice — her team love you, but honestly she’s like a puppy dog when she sees you, dropping her usual hard face and near vibrating with excitement. you’ll walk into the gym, all cute in your fitted jeans and t-shirt that looks incredibly similar to hers, and her manager sees it happen. sees abby’s face slip, and he can’t get a word in as she says, “sorry man, gimmie a second,” and pushes through her team. she basically runs to you, catching your hips and planting a deep kiss to your lips. “missed you,” she mumbles, even though she saw you just hours ago.